Sunday, September 28, 2008

I have sought like Icarus, to fly too high


And every night, I shut my eyes so I don't have to see the light, shining so bright.

I dream about a cloudy sky.

And every night, I shut my eyes but now I've got them open wide.

You've fallen into my hand and now you're burning me.

Now you're burning me.


Saturday, September 27, 2008

Writer's block


I have lots of things I want to say, but nothing that I want to share.


Sunday, September 21, 2008

Don't Panic


There will come a time in your life when you will ask yourself a series of questions.

Am I happy with who I am?
Am I happy with the people around me
Am I happy with what I am doing?
Am I happy with the way my life is going?
Do I have a life?
Or am I just living?

Do not let these questions restrain or trouble you.
Just point yourself in the direction of your dreams.
Find your strength in the sound and make your transition

Panic are probably better than whatever band you're listening to.


Sunday, September 14, 2008

Chasing safety


Last night was Ruthie's birthday.  We stalled it out to Doran's and had ourselves a decent time.  It was a bit too packed for me, so I actually spent most of my night outside.  I had me a delicious subway.

Subway is not the same as takeaway.

Paul, Ruthie, Olivia and I left about 1.30 and headed out to Dun Laoghaire to go for a walk along the pier, cos it's one of our favourite things to do.  It was pretty nice out there although it was a bit chilly.  

There was a fox on the pier.  He kept running and hiding in the shadows between the lights and having sneaky glances at us.  I love urban foxes.

I dropped everyone home and started making my way back to Skerries.

Because the car I'm using, while my own is out of action, isn't exactly a mean machine, I'm not using the M1 to get home as of late.  Because of this, it was about 4.45 by the time I was on the final stretch from Lusk to Skerries.

As I was turning at Blake's Cross I noticed an unmarked Garda car with his lights flashing behind some van.  There's plenty of subtle patrols that go along that stretch of road late at night to try to catch people driving stupidly or dangerously.  

When I was about 5 or 6 kilometres from Skerries, a car pulls up behind me and follows me pretty closely.  I've already had a run in with the law on this particular stretch of road, and I'm in no mood for another, so I'm driving on the conscientious side of safety, going about 70 or 75 in an 80km/h zone.

In order to get into Skerries from this road, you have to drive under a railway bridge and then immediately around a roundabout.

I slowed to about 40 going under the bridge, and as soon as I get through, some idiot came driving up my lane onto the roundabout driving the wrong direction.  I had to jam on to avoid hitting him.  

The guy just continues on his merry way as if there's nothing wrong and goes under the bridge.  It's at this point that the car behind me turned on it's blue lights and sped around the roundabout after him.

Just because you're paranoid, it doesn't mean they're not after you.


Friday, September 12, 2008

I'm complicated


I definitely make things worse by staying up and thinking about them.

I went to go-karting today after work.  I managed to not have a serious accident.  The track was soaking wet, so we were sliding all over the place.

After that I met up with Laura, Laura, Joe and Mags and went to see The Wackness.  I really enjoyed it.  The soundtrack was incredible.

I should have been hanging out with Jon while I was in the movies, and becuase my brain isn't really working too well I completely forgot about it.  Sorry Jon and Becca!

My band, Cornered, are playing our first proper show in about 18 months next thursday.  Everyone should come.  We're playing support for Deal With It.  That alone is going to be intense.  Here's a flier.

That's enough introspection and self abuse for one day.


Wednesday, September 10, 2008



I love grapefruit, especially ruby grapefruit, but I find them pretty hard to eat.  As a result, I've taken to stabbing a small hole in them, and cutting randomly around the inside before draining them of their delicious life juice, leaving them an empty husk.

I'm a true creature of the night.


Monday, September 1, 2008

Audrey Horne

I would give anything to have been in Billy Zane's shoes.

Thanks for the badge, Kayleigh