Indubitively!
Many things:
Firstly and most importantly I love how when you're eating stew it feels really healthy and good for you. Like you SHOULD be eating stew and all dem carrots and potaytoes. It's the gravy filled meal you can convince will make you grow big and strong. *cue flex*
I also look very poncy today and I like it. I am a handsome boywonder in my jumper with shirt under it. Not homosexual at all. No no.
My computer got so much bloody spyware in it in all of the 2 minutes McAfee wasn't working. DIE!
You all should check out 'God is an Astronaut' an Irish post rock bacd I love. I recommend the song 'Suicide by Star'
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Lastly, I think I'm getting to the point where I have to stop hanging out with certain people..
Basically the line I got from one of my mates was 'I can't call you Jack so I'm gonna call you SACK! AHAHAHHAHAHAH. I just can't get used to it, you'll always be a girl to me.'
This made me unbelievably angry. I think because I have worked so fuckin hard and risked so much that someone to turn around and say that really.. really.. pissed me off.
Also the drunkl guy at the bar 'subtley' (subtle like a punch in teh face) (ehm so are you.. like.. well I notice your short hair so like.. hope you don't mind me askin like but.. ) asking if I was a lesbian.
After passing so much to get read as a lesbian in one of my favourite straight bars made me wanna SMACK someone.
Lastlaslty I realised that straight Irish culture = Drink culture.
Strangely enough I think despite figures saying gay people drink more in Ireland I think they know when to stop before their level fo drunkess reaches disgusting.
NEVER did I see in Canada someone THAT drunk and the other night I saw a whole pub full. Just drinking to be more and more drunk.
It's just not me anymore. I'm passed my 'subnstance abuse to the point where I forget everything' phase and I never want to return there. I feel like loads (certainly not all) of my mates are still caught in the 'living for the weekend' spiral and it kinda.. makes me want to smack them.
I think I've grown up a lot. Without even bloody meaning to.
So this is how Peter Pan felt..
Today I shall find a big frame for my signed Hellboy poster.
Firstly and most importantly I love how when you're eating stew it feels really healthy and good for you. Like you SHOULD be eating stew and all dem carrots and potaytoes. It's the gravy filled meal you can convince will make you grow big and strong. *cue flex*
I also look very poncy today and I like it. I am a handsome boywonder in my jumper with shirt under it. Not homosexual at all. No no.
My computer got so much bloody spyware in it in all of the 2 minutes McAfee wasn't working. DIE!
You all should check out 'God is an Astronaut' an Irish post rock bacd I love. I recommend the song 'Suicide by Star'
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=45024816
Lastly, I think I'm getting to the point where I have to stop hanging out with certain people..
Basically the line I got from one of my mates was 'I can't call you Jack so I'm gonna call you SACK! AHAHAHHAHAHAH. I just can't get used to it, you'll always be a girl to me.'
This made me unbelievably angry. I think because I have worked so fuckin hard and risked so much that someone to turn around and say that really.. really.. pissed me off.
Also the drunkl guy at the bar 'subtley' (subtle like a punch in teh face) (ehm so are you.. like.. well I notice your short hair so like.. hope you don't mind me askin like but.. ) asking if I was a lesbian.
After passing so much to get read as a lesbian in one of my favourite straight bars made me wanna SMACK someone.
Lastlaslty I realised that straight Irish culture = Drink culture.
Strangely enough I think despite figures saying gay people drink more in Ireland I think they know when to stop before their level fo drunkess reaches disgusting.
NEVER did I see in Canada someone THAT drunk and the other night I saw a whole pub full. Just drinking to be more and more drunk.
It's just not me anymore. I'm passed my 'subnstance abuse to the point where I forget everything' phase and I never want to return there. I feel like loads (certainly not all) of my mates are still caught in the 'living for the weekend' spiral and it kinda.. makes me want to smack them.
I think I've grown up a lot. Without even bloody meaning to.
So this is how Peter Pan felt..
Today I shall find a big frame for my signed Hellboy poster.