De réir a chéile a thogtar na caisleán.

So sick of Irish debates. Honestly, what is the point?
And, while I'm on the subject of giving out about Irish class, if passing the Leaving Cert depends on me having an Irish notes copy, surely it'd be put on a book list at the start of the year? Fuck off, Finton.

Lately my phone is really slow, and when you're typing a text, it takes ages for the letters on the screen to catch up with you, and now msn is doing it. . And I know I'm not that fast, so, is my life slowing down or something? Let's hope not.

Contemplating Twitter. Has it really come down to this? I feel like I'm the Internet's bitch.

Fucking love Lostprophets. I missed this.

You're perfect.
Yes, it's true.
But without me,
you're only you.

There, there, baby, it's just text book stuff, It's in the a-b-c of growing up.

Work yesterday. Somewhere in the midst of that harrowing 11-8 shift, a thought occurred to me. Whilst staring into a bucket of ice, I noticed one ice cube, though spherical in shape, that had fallen out of the bucket. All the "cubes" had been there the same amount of time, yet, this solitary sphere had started to melt.

Was this a reflection on human life? That if all of us pieces of ice don't maintain integrity, and stick together, as it were, we too will melt away to nothing? That interdependence is key to survival? Or, alternatively, was this just me being gay?

Either way, you're reading about it. So who's gay now? ;)

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-Czech it out.

Home. Quite a shock, if I'm honest. Forty degrees to twelve in two hours. What's that about like?

So glad to be home. It was really really good, all the same. I will miss pints of Strongbow at 1 and 2 in the afternoon though. And everyone. I miss everyone. It's strange how attached you get after only just a week.

On a more annoying note, my phone is like, totally focked. 'Focked' didn't come up in the spell checker thing just now. Yayz. But yeah, if you text me in the last number of days, I apologise. I have regressed to the seemingly stone age form of communication that is conversation. Perhaps I'll get a carrier pigeon. Wouldn't that be cheaper than a phone? Not quite as instant, but, a little more personal, y'know?

Actually, nah. Hate pigeons, boi.