Saturday, 23 July 2011

One week too little

I've been at home for a few hours now and I have pretty much done nothing but think, for numerous reasons.

Time goes by so quickly. I really don't think this can be stressed or exaggerated enough by anybody, and if it is to be true that time seems to go quicker the older you get, I don't have long left! But in all seriousness, a week goes by so quickly. I was away in London for a week with my sister visiting dad, and it truly felt as if I were away for 2 or 3 days. Scary.

Talk about being completely stressed, well holy shit. This time last week mum took myself and my sister to the airport. Whenever dad and my sister and I have agreed a date for coming and going to and from London, he usually rings me and I book the tickets online. Well, this time round, I happened to be out with friends and so mum took it upon herself to do my job. She booked them fine; departing on the 15th July and returning on the 22nd of July, everything was fine and that was that. En route and close to the Belfast City Airport, I hear mum say something but I don't make it out, as I have my earphones in listening to some music which I prefer, rather than bloody BBC Radio 2. Exactly. Anyway, I take one out and ask her what she just said. Mum replies, "It is definitely the City Airport, right?" I then sigh and say, "Why do you even do that to yourself? You booked the tickets this time, not me." before putting the earphone I took out, back in.


Leaving the car and walking towards the entrance of the City Airport, whilst jointly trying not to look like an imbecile and a weakling carrying my hand luggage stuffed to the absolute capacity as a result of our decision to not bother with luggage, I smile to myself thinking about seeing dad for the first time in nearly a year. The three of us go into the building as the automatic doors make way for us, and turn left heading for the check in desks. I scan from left to right to try and identify where it is we are going to have to queue. Alarmingly, I can not see the green of "AerLingus" anywhere. I turn to look at mum and I worry that this is almost as if she is a step ahead of me as she has already grabbed her iPhone out worrying. This is confirmed whenever she murmurs "Aww Guys." There is then a silence before she turns and begins to do that awkward looking movement in which her brain and body can't decide whether to walk or jog, which is then followed up by "Quickly, come on!". Anisa turns and follows, while I stand in mere disbelief that this is happening for a few seconds, before saying something (it's best I don't quote) and then jogging back out where we have only just entered.

A few angry words were then dished out whilst the three of us were wogging (Yes, I did just call the awkward walk and jog mixture "wogging") until we had driven out of the short stay car park, mostly on my part. There was little reply from mother as I think she realised she had ballsed up on this one occasion. We then headed for the International Airport, to try and somehow not miss our flight. Mum probably did an average speed of about 86 mph and I was sweating like a priest in a playground, and yes, despite wearing antiperspirant.

We get to the International Airport, find a space to park and storm through the entrance. Typically, the Aer flipping Lingus desk was at the very bottom of all the check in desks. I didn't want to run and look like a prick, but I was forced into it given the situation. We got to the desks and the queues were massive, we used one of the "self-check in" desks as we didn't have luggage and we had the reference number, but when I typed in the reference, the screen read, "check in closing for this flight, report to desk 51 immediately." Well that made me shit bricks. Mum let out this weird scream already in a flustered state, and I just wanted to curl up and die. The woman at the desk initially said that check in was closed, but due to our fortunate decision to not bring any luggage with us on our trip, we were able to plea our case and whipped out the X-Factor like sob story of how we were going to see our father, we hadn't seen him in ages bla bla bla. The women, who happened to be a solid 6/10 for any keen readers, picked up the phone and rang to check, before giving us the nod to let us know we were good to go, just. I actually don't think I hugged mum goodbye, as I sprinted towards the gate's direction and to the security alongside my sister. Yes, for the record, everybody stares at you when you sprint through an Airport. It is shit craic.

Usually I don't have any hiccups going through the security. Y'know when you have to put your bag through the scanner along with other items such as your hoodie, belt, money, phone etc? Well, Jesus wept. Of course it would be on this one occasion when it would be great if we could get through as quickly as possible where they decide my phone has a bomb in it. Obviously this is an exaggeration, but I really did feel like saying," Hahahaha aye, didn't I tell you?! I'm Osama Bin Laden!" Even though he's dead they would have still probably not let me through. Twats. Anyway, the two of us just about made it to our gate. We then proceeded to sit and let every single person board the plane before us as I put forward the fact that, "we nearly missed the plane, we may as well be last on".

Too much drama, even for me. It was all worth it though, I had a fantastic week with dad over in London. It's just a shame as I'm sure you were able to tell earlier, that it was so brief. Hopefully it won't be too long until we get over again to see him, maybe the end of October if all goes well. It is always quite difficult leaving dad. It was even more so today, after a shorter period of time than the norm, as both my sister and I know that he'll go home to his house, alone, and will probably be quite emotional whilst feeling the loneliness more so than usual. I love my dad, and really do hope he is ok in times like these.

I have an interesting fact. I saw an extremely good looking girl today. The most astonishing thing about this statement is the fact she was German. It was in the shopping/cafe section after the security but before your gate, where basically you waste time if you have time to waste before you board your flight! Well actually, I saw her when she was arriving with the party of people she was with, before seeing her at the cafe afterwards. Some of them were wearing yellow t-shirts with "Eastbourne 2009, 2010, 2011" on the front,(observantLAD) so they were on a trip together of some sorts. When I first saw her whilst dad was having a cigarette, I caught her eye. Actually I caught her eye like four times. Not that I counted or anything. I didn't really take any notice though, other than how attractive she was, but later on when I was sitting on a stool, sipping on my hot chocolate whilst my sister was doing a spot of shopping, she walked past right in front of me with her friend, and turned her head round and looked me completely in the eye. And that ladies and gentleladies was the moment I thought, "I'm surely in there?". (pickinguponthesignalsLAD) Sadly though I didn't do something about it. I watched her order something and then next thing I know she has wandered off somewhere. I did however see some of these fellow Germans with the yellow t-shirts (itpaystobeobservantLAD) and contemplated giving them my number to give to her, but feared out for numerous reasons. The main reason being I don't possess testicles. I regret not talking to her now big time, but then again what would have come of it? BUT THEN AGAIN, she was so fit. A solid 8/10, without a doubt. The shorts she was wearing were sexy as. ARGH. (wisheshewasmoreconfidentandcouldgobackintimeLAD)

So...if your reading this.....get in touch. Now. Like this instant, without further a do. (wecanalldreamLAD)

In attempt to move on from my misery, so far so good in terms of the iPhone 4. I am really impressed with it, and basically feel like king fucking ding holding it. I like how it only took about 10 minutes to sync all my music on to it when I came home, and the apps are class. My only point in which I am not fully brown-nosing Apple is that the battery life seems pretty shit. It seems to run out rather quickly, but as that's the only negative point, I am very happy and grateful I now own one. A 32 GB one too, not to rub it in or anything.

Oh yeah, just remembered. It's the German Grand Prix this weekend in Formula One. DAMN IT.

Laters, R.

Friday, 15 July 2011


The past few days have been great, apart from a few things. I guess they couldn't have been helped though, which is a complete shame.

But yes, rehearsals for "Popular" have finally started; which has been great. As challenging as it has been so far, I think it's going pretty well and I can't wait to get fully into the swing of things. I have gotten the chance to get to know a few of the cast members a lot more, and it seems to be a great bunch of people. So bring it on!

I leave for London tomorrow at lunch-time! Yesssssss. It'll be fantastic seeing dad, as it has been nearly a full year since I last saw him. I will hopefully write a blog whilst I am away....if I can be bothered / find time.

I am also excited about the fact that I am getting an iPhone 4 tomorrow. WAHEY. :)

That's just a picture for all of you who don't know what that is LOL JK I just wanted to emphasise the point. I guess this comes along with the fact I have already conceded I will be on Twitter and Facebook even more than I already am...if that was possible. Due to this anticipation, I decided it'd be wise to ring O2 today to see if I could change my current tariff, and if it were at all possible to do it via a phone call. "Hello, this is Anthony speaking, how can I help you?" was how I was greeted or was pretty close as to how my call was answered, after being on fucking hold for 5 minutes. What is up with the music that all companies seem to play when you are on hold? As if being on hold wasn't bad enough, they then make you listen to some bullshit sounding excuse of a "song". I mean dear Christ.

Anyway, Anthony turned out to be very friendly and it was a great help. I changed my tariff (because you all care) from 600 minutes and unlimited texts, to 300 minutes, unlimited texts and 500MB of internet. Bring.on.the.iPhone.bitch. Not only did I change the tariff, but he told me where the nearest O2 shops were in reference to where dad lived etc, so I can get the specific sim card for the phone tomorrow. I am aware it probably meant all he did was type in a postcode to a search bar, but it was the fact he asked would I like him to do it, etc. After all, it's the thought that counts. Then again.. it's his job. Robbie you twat.

As many people know, I have a real love for music. Despite this though, my more specific passion is in fact (no, not being drunk) soundtracks from Movies. My favourite movie for the consistently amazing soundtracks throughout, is Inception, which actually is one of my favourite movies as well while I'm on the topic. Here's one of the soundtracks below. I honestly feel that when listening to it, it's as if it is taking you through a journey of your life so far. I want this to be playing when I die.

Amazing, right?

Laters, R.

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

Independence Day, eh?

Now that Wimbledon is over, a big portion of "HEYA, GUESS WHAT? YOU DON'T HAVE A LIFE!" came and slapped my face up. I pondered on the question, "What will I actually do during the day now?" for a staggering 7.3 seconds...before sighing and thinking, "Sleep".  Ok but seriously firstly, I actually do wonder what the heck I will do and secondly, I can't do that. EVERY flipping Summer I promise myself that I won't sleep most of my holiday away, to no prevail thus far unfortunately. This Summer could be different starting from now!..or not, bed is a glorious place.

Today was actually quite a sad day, and a mildly depressing one too. Seeing status updates and pictures being uploaded from the tour party (in which I was forced to drop out of) earlier was rather tough to look at. I thought to myself when the boys departed for the U.S.A. and Canada tour, "I can do this, I can do this. I shan't be too upset. I know that if it had have been possible I'd be with them, but hey, it was out of my hands and there was nothing that could have been done". That was fine. It was when I saw on my news feed that the lads had "checked in" at Seattle which really hit home. Fucking stupid lame excuse of a rugby tour with a crowd of smelly young males never even wanted to go anyway. Aye.

When hanging up the phone that day after dad rang to tell the bad news which I meant I couldn't go, I had held out hope of going to Oxegen as it would be class to go again following last year's amazing 4 days. It would have too offer some sort of consolation to losing out on a trip of a lifetime. It is now actually only a matter of days until the music festival begins, as it starts on Thursday. With this being 2.44am on Tuesday morning, I somehow doubt that I will be in attendance. The funny thing is, is that it actually isn't the fact that Oxegen is 2 days away which would stop me going, it's due to being completely skint. Due to being a very laid back bloke, I'd classify this as ample time to buy a ticket, buy a tent, buy a huge carryout and get down to Punchestown Racecourse, but unfortunately I don't have the funds to do so.

So yea, depressing much eh? No rugby tour, and no Oxegen. On the plus side, I can be thankful for everything I do have and everything I will get to do this Summer....LOL JK anyone who tries to tell me that, here's a warning to you. I will hunt you down, and I will kill you. Only kidding I do have things to look forward to, thank god : -

  • London - 15th-22nd July. Visiting dad with my sister.
  • "Popular" - This is the play I am doing this summer, which is to be performed in the first week of September 2011. Rehearsals will be starting very soon.
  • Sleeping 

Today is obviously a great day for millions of people in America as it is their national day. It is the "4th July" and obviously their "Independence Day", as years ago in 1776 the legal separation of the Thirteen Colonies from the Kingdom of Britain occurred. It is celebrated today as it is thought to have been on this day when Congress signed the Declaration of Independence, despite many historians concluding that the Declaration was signed nearly a month after its adoption, on August 2nd 1776 and not on the 4th July as is commonly believed. Anyway, who cares. It is celebrated today and so, Happy 4th July to all the Americans out there, and more importantly to Abby! Long may your Independence last, as I'm sure it will.

...Abby Metcalfe!

Hope your all OK, and aren't as depressed as I!

On the plus note, we are having god damn sexy weather right now. Northern Ireland, I'm impressed.

Laters, R.

Thursday, 30 June 2011


A week into my Summer, and I am so chuffed to be off at last. Due to painfully starting my exams first and then being one of the last to finish, the feeling of relief that overwhelmed me to begin with and which is still within me, was and is fantastic. It's actually pretty funny.. I'd be sitting enjoying the wonderful tennis that is on show at Wimbledon at the moment, and then I'd get a feeling inside me. It took a while to realise but this feeling is actually guilt.. a feeling that I got ever so used to whenever I avoided revision from the middle of may until last week. But then I remember I am finished all exams, and off for summer. FUCK YES.

As I sit and type this entry, I look outside and notice the rain falling from the dark clouds and think, "Pfft, some weather for summer". I do hope that this improves.. drastically. Hail stones in summer just doesn't do it for me. Shocker.

Anyway, probably what I have been doing most in my first week off for summer is watching Wimbledon. I have actually been glued to it, I seriously do watch pretty much every single match. But hey, I love sport and I love tennis.

Today saw the definite biggest upset thus far in the competition, with Jo-Wilfried Tsonga beating the 16 time grand-slam and 6 time Wimbledon champion Roger Federer in a five set thriller. This was the first time Federer has lost in a grand-slam tournament from winning by two sets to zero. I was cheering and chanting for Jo throughout the match, as I thoroughly enjoyed seeing the under-dog beating the great champion. I feel it was great for the tournament, and it obviously gives Murray a better shot at it. In fairness though, Roger went out gracefully, and took losing like a man, which I have lots of respect for. I do however have a cheeky £5 bet on Murray to win Wimbledon, which I placed before the tournament started.. and I was pleased to see him convincingly beat Felciano Lopez today.

Below is a picture of the sexy beast in action at this years Wimbledon.


I began writing this just before heading to the cinema last night at about 8.30pm. It is now then next morning and I have now seen Transformers 3, 3D. I'll just be brutally honest in my next sentence. I felt very let down leaving the cinema as it was indeed quite woeful. I mean don't get me wrong there are worse movies out there, but it just didn't do the trick. Firstly, it was two and a half hours long, and it pretty much had me bored with an hour or so to go. It was quite cheesy at parts.. and Shia Labeouf destroyed the top dog of all transformers. Yeah, really realistic. ALSO there was no MEGAN FOX. Enough said.

I am very excited about this coming Summer, as I will be doing a show in Belvoir Players, Belfast. The book on which the play is based on is being released on the 7th July, so very soon indeed. It is called "Popular" and it's by a guy called Gareth Russell. You should definitely go and get the book when it comes out, and then come and see the show at the start of September. I am extremely pleased to say I got a principle role, so roll on the rehearsals! I have a cast read through tomorrow at 9am so I'll meet the rest of the cast, and I'm looking forward to doing so. 

Hearing the moans and groans of two women downstairs, I'm reminded that (no, very funny you dirty minded git) the first Ladies Semi-Final has started. Having just received news that my dad is at Wimbledon at Centre Court watching it, I am seriously jealous. Damn him. He probably doesn't even care he is there. Ah well, I'll just go watch on television (boohoo) and try and spot him out in the crowd. 

Just wanted to check in, as I hadn't in a while. Hope your all well.

Laters, R.

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

Oh yeah

This is just an entry, midst all my exciting activities that I am involved in right now, to say that I am off for..


I shall write a proper entry soon, but at the moment I am still in full disbelief right now, having finished school forever.

Talk soon biatches.

Laters, R.

P.S. Enjoy this video. I think it's rather appropriate!

Friday, 10 June 2011

Procrasti...shut up.

Ok yes, we all do it. Who doesn't at the end of the day? But is there any need for the majority of the population who are sitting exams at the moment to use the word "procrastination" every two seconds? It really fucking annoys me.....but I guess you wouldn't have been able to tell... oh wait.

D'you know what is hard to beat? A filthy, hot, dirty ( What you thinkin' off? ;) ) munch from McDonalds! In fact on some occasions, I'd actually be willing to go as far as to say it is actually unbeatable. (Apart from sex, football, winning large amounts in bets) Let's just say when the "Love the taste, LOVE THE PRICE" leaflet came in the post today, I was as happy as Larry. Offers such as a Big Mac and Medium Fries, 6 Chicken McNuggets and Medium fries and a Double Cheeseburger and Medium Fries can all be bought for £2 with the tokens included....along with a few other shit offers.. like an Egg McMuffin. That left me to ponder on two  things. 1) Who the heck would be at McDonalds "before 10.30am" as that is the only time they are available as it's part of the breakfast menu? and 2) Who in the name of Jesus would want an Egg McMuffin?

Ok; a woman who has received a lot of attention recently in the press, resulting in her pictures being plastered all over the front covers of newspapers, is Imogen Thomas. Some make the argument that Imogen herself (the former "Miss Wales") actually did nothing wrong, and that it is the multi-millionaire Ryan Giggs who is to blame, who is incidentally married. I am not sure where I stand on the matter.. but I probably would say it is Giggsy's fault. Although I have no doubt, that Imogen is partially enjoying all of this attention that she is getting, and has had for weeks now. Despite this though, my sympathies lie with her, as she has had numerous death threats from loyal (maybe a little bit too loyal for everybody's liking) Manchester United fans.. which is completely out of order. Anyway.. I'm sure they will both deal with the matter. Imogen will probably get Nuts covers, naked shoots, and a hell of a lot more publicity, whilst Giggs is now a But seriously, people ask, "How could he live with the shame?" "The whole nation knows he cheated on his wife! Could you live with that?"... my answers are, "Easily", and "Yes you dumb fuck." I'm sorry, but if I was getting £150,000 a week for playing football, and happened to have an affair with Miss OH SO SEXY Thomas it most certainly would cure any tiny bit of humiliation that I had.

ANYWAY, the real point in me bringing up this topic is basically to stress how I can't really blame Ryan Giggs for doing what he did. I mean... look at her... so so hot. And this is a picture she isn't even naked in. But on a serious note (I was completely serious before) she is so god damn beautiful, and any girl that slags her, in my opinion, is just jealous. Lay off the girl for god sake! (and let me lie on her)

Summer is beckoning, but god almighty it is annoying having some individuals gloating at how they have finished exams and are already enjoying the freedom. If I had my way, these individuals would experience some pain.... like having to study for English Literature. Twats.

Imagine a scenario. A scenario in which an individual asks the writer of this really famous, popular, world-wide read blog to mention them in it. A scenario which then... the individual, shortly after asking for this mention, disappears off the face of the earth, without a goodbye or anything! Shocking. Anyway, end the scenario that you had going on. Seriously though out of all people.. and the way things have been progressing, I wouldn't have thought she were capable. Awww dear, anyway. All I shall say, is that she had best make it up to me. That is all to be said on the topic!

Anyway, it is rather late now, and I fear my brain stopped working about 3 hours ago, so I do sincerely apologise if the read has been brain-melting.

Laters, R.

Thursday, 2 June 2011

Good Riddance History!

Yes..yes, I have returned. It would seem this whole blog aspect of my life will now stick, as I actually really enjoyed doing the first one, and I look forward to pouring out my heart in this second attempt of a worthwhile read. Okay, sorry to disappoint all of you, but I may not go as far as "pouring out my heart".

Alright, I have a confession to make. Despite personally acknowledging that I would have to push all distractions to one side, and knuckle down for the exam which was yesterday morning at a quarter past nine, I maybe a teeny wee bit....didn't push them aside. I really really didn't. (Only kidding Grandma!)

On Sunday my family that live over in England came over for a week and were staying at my Aunty and Uncle's in Killinchy on their first night, so we were invited to have dinner and stay the night with them. I debated with momma bear whether or not the family should be graced with my presence, as I knew this would be cutting hours out of my "revision". I came to the conclusion that I had best give it a miss, and stay on my own in the house with my face planted in my History file. Two minutes later though mum had gone all out and remarkably convinced me to come with herself and my sister. It could be argued that persuasion had never been seen like this example, and it seemed that only a miracle was going to turn me into going. The mind-blowing words she used, were "Are you sure you want to stay? Will you actually revise?". And that was that. Before I knew it we were headed in the car for the Carsons' household.

Although I did bring a bag with my file and all my history revision notes (I made up the revision notes part, I sound less of a waster) with me, the bag was never opened. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of giving into peer pressure (more like family pressure) and was persuaded to join the "Just Dance 2" battles that were ongoing in the living room with the Nintendo Wii. Well boy do I regret that decision. Not only did I not revise during this period of time, but I was beaten not once, but twice by my little cousin. My cousin's age shall rename unknown to the public, for my pathetic sake. I don't think the few beers that I consumed would have helped matters, but I shan't make excuses up... I am a rather feeble "Just Dance"r, and in my Aunty Mo's "wise words", "Robbie, if you ever want to impress the girls at a party, don't volunteer for Just Dance!". I firstly thought to myself, "Jeez, thanks, sure rub more salt in the wound here!" - as if the whole family watching my woeful attempt to beat JoJo (twice) wasn't bad enough - before thinking "Why in tap-dancing Christ would I be playing this at a party?"

This resulted in me wetting myself on Monday whenever we returned home at lunch time - yea mum wasn't best pleased about that, massive puddle right in the hall - realising I hadn't worked anywhere near enough for my History Paper 2. So, me being me, still didn't even work hard throughout the day. In fact I didn't really get me ass into gear until about 7pm, shortly after eating my delightful stuffed (with fucking sexy cheese) crust pizza topped with Pepperoni for dinner. 

It was then when I remembered how I had spoken to a dear friend of mine a few days ago, when he described a certain "tactic" that he had tried before a Biology exam. This "tactic" was to go to bed at about 9pm, before getting up at 2am for a long period of cramming prior to getting ready to go to school and sitting the exam in the morning. I then thought to myself, "The time has come." I then went and made a cup of tea, before phoning my fellow mad man to verify that the system had worked, and that he was actually able to sit the exam without falling asleep. It was all systems go at his end of things, so I hung up and set the alarm for "02:00". It was all or nothing now.

I was awakened by the painful echoing of my alarm, so I stumbled out of bed but this was even too much for a maniac like myself, and I didn't even have much choice in hitting "SNOOZE", my body wasn't letting anything else happen. I gladly jumped back into my pit, before being woken up again...which literally felt like two seconds after I had hit snooze. So much for a "snooze", bloody creators of that shitty button. I did make it out of my room this time around, and I quickly (there was no time to be lost) grabbed my towel and went into the bathroom to shower.


Sitting reading over / making notes at 03.30am was something I had never done before.. and something I actually don't intend to do again. I was actually surprised at how awake I felt during the whole period, and at how quickly the time passed. Turns out there actually wasn't enough time to get through it all, so I gambled and left "insignificant" sections out. 08.00am soon came around and I had to quickly change into my uniform, brush my teeth, do my hair and be ready to leave as my lift was due any minute.

My friend and I entered school and walked to the "Careers Library" which pretty much should have been called the "Freak Out Zone Before History Paper Two". The constant negative murmurs didn't help my nerves, and so I opted to sit with one of my good pals and discuss how it had actually crossed my mind to rehearse fainting. This way, if I opened up the paper and shat bricks, I could put on a pretty awesome performance which would be worthy of an Oscar, fooling the examiners into thinking I had "fainted", which could mean I wouldn't possibly do the examination. See, shouldn't I have done that?

Yes is the answer. The paper was a bitch, but I gave it my all. We will see what the outcome is.

I have realised something recently. I absolutely adore music. I have always had a real passion for it, but holy hell - I actually don't think I could live without it! I know that is such a cliché statement, but I really mean it. I listen to hours and hours of music every single day. I listen to it doing everything - from walking my dogs, to showering, from browsing the computer like a loner, to chillin' in my room. I just flipping love music, and just as I was going to begin writing this entry, somebody linked me to a wonderful piece of music, in which I felt privileged to listen to. I will try placing this video below, so give it a listen. Adele - I applaud. :)

I have now done two exams, and have two remaining. English Shiterature is in 2 weeks tomorrow, so I have a bit of relaxation time after the agonies of History, but it feels good saying that I shall never have to look at History again in my life, but in fact I will make History in future years - watch this space! Haha.

Numerous people in my school year have had birthdays in recent days, and are therefore going out in celebration tomorrow night, as we are currently in a period in which a lot of people like myself have a tiny break from exams, luckily for us. In fact, it is actually quite like a mini-summer. (Only kidding Grandma!) I will be getting picked up by a friend, before going to Louis' house for a BBQ with other amigos, whilst we appropriately knock back a drink or seven, before jumping on a bus to Belfast. I think the plan is to go to a bar for a few pints, before going to Box Nightclub. Box is hard to beat on a good night, and as a lot of people I am friendly with will be in attendance tomorrow, it is surely bound to be one to remember. Touch wood.

To avoid sleeping into embarrassing times of the day again tomorrow, I think I shall head to my pit now. Being a sloth is bad Robbie, bad, bad, bad.

Laters, R.

P.S. I am eating a chocolate and hazelnut Cornetto at the moment, it is outstanding.

(I'm publishing this at 1.06pm the next day, silly computer went and crashed on me last night. Don't worry, I'm not a freak going off to bed at lunch time.)

P.P.S. I made a facebook page this time yesterday, and just as I'm writing this it has 4,141 likes, sorry, 4,163 - I refreshed. Not bad for 24 hours eh? Surely I'm a god? But yet, some individual had the cheek to say I was sad getting excited about this... AHH just refreshed again. 4,180 likes now. Ok, maybe they have a point.

Friday, 27 May 2011

"Just Go With It!"

I have been contemplating starting a blog for a while now, and drifted between the thoughts of "Yeah, it'll be worth it" and "If my friends or anybody who knows me ever read it, I will be...scundered" but I have finally manned the shit up and decided I shall start this shenanigans. Starting is one thing, continuing is a completely different matter I'm more than aware, and for somebody who groans and moans when his mother asks him to do the simplest of tasks, boy it's going to be a challenge! But hey, we'll see what happens.

I am currently mid-exams, mid-revision and mid-losing the bloody will to live. God I hate this time of year, but as grim as study leave is, I will say this. The lie ins are extraordinary, it really is sheer bliss staying sprawled out underneath your bed's duvet for 3784 hours. Then again, you know that whenever your average wake up time (more like average actually getting out of bed after being awake for an hour time) is 1.13 p.m. you are one lazy son of a bitch.

Anyway, one exam has been done, three to go sadly. History Paper 2 is Tuesday 31st May, with a worrying 16 day break before Dickhead Literature, oh sorry - English Literature on 16th June, before finishing on the 22nd June with a Theatre Studies repeat. (I know, should have worked harder the first time, woops!) You may wonder why I chose the word "worrying", but if you aren't one of the people wondering and you know fine rightly that for me, that break could mean doing sweet fuck all for a fortnight, before shitting one self and realizing that I can't sleep for 48 hours whilst cramming like a mad man, then you are right on the button! (Only kidding Grandma!)

It is oh so typical that during the exam period, I have encountered addictions/distractions plenty. (Yeah, cheers you stupid blogging website! But seriously, can I get my time back if I fail my exams?) Who do I email about such matters?) Twitter is leading the race for "Who can destroy Robbie's chances of getting into University first?", and it actually slightly surprises me. I don't even know what Twitter has, or maybe doesn't have, but it so very annoyingly keeps me clicking back onto it. It does though have two close rivals in creeping on Facebook and watching live Chinese pensioners wrestle (naked) for the winner's medal. Close in second place for the attempt to make me fail my A-Levels is the flipping Eclipse Cinema in Downpatrick! I have seen something stupid like 4 films which are currently out, which is actually quite a waste of money (especially when you are a hardcore "Full Moon" purchaser - stuffing your face with a large sweet popcorn on every visit, accompanied with a giant full fat Coca-Cola too) and time, considering that each movie was probably 2 hours. The movies that have been graced with my presence are "Scre4m", "Insidious", "Pirates of the Caribbean 4" - and actually all were pretty good, Pirates of the Caribbean being the fav. of the 3. Then of course "The Hangover Part II" which I saw last night on the first day of it's glorious showing. It really was worrying me "en route" to the cinema, that it would disappoint and simply not live up to the epic name the first movie gained for itself. Well holy god damn. I was proved to be silly for ever thinking such mildly insane things, as it was just as good as the first, and there were just as many lines which displayed humour in its greatest form! The plot was great, and Alan I can safely say was doubly as funny! My favourite line would have to be - "When a monkey nibbles on a penis, it's funny in every language!", but there were a number I remember for making the whole screen roar into laughter. I would recommend everybody to go and see this movie.

It is true though that I will have to brave these inferior distractions, and come out of this a stronger, wiser young male. I will have to push these things to one side, and get knee deep, no not that, knee deep in revision! So who knows if there ever will be another blog? Who knows will I survive the tedious, long, draining days of constant debate between Twitter or United Irishmen? Who knows will Robbie Dagher ever be seen again? Only fooling, I will check in later bitches. Who am I kidding... nobody will even read this silly excuse of a blog.

What I do know though is, on the 27th May 2011, at thirty six minutes past eleven at night, I may have just started another addiction/distraction. GOD DAMN IT!

Laters, R.