Finding A Way

I watched most of the inaugaration ceremony today. As much as I’m aware that it is aload of bollocks and that American foreign policy will never change, I do feel hopeful. I’ll reread this in six months to a year and think fucking hell Zach you are an idiot. But I have a good feeling about Barack Obama. I’ve always had this fascination about America and what goes on there and the differences and diversities within the place. Although I’ve only really been to liberal areas like New England, New York and California, it’s a fucking weird place. Weird in a perverse but strangely evocative way. I mean only in America can you Supersize a supersize, you can buy bullets for your rifle in the same shop as your bread and butter and the distance of 200 miles can bring you from desert to seashore or mountain range to the third largest city in the world.                                                                                                                                                                                                   I find it a place that I could never belong so I can only imagine how people of ethnic minorities must feel. For me America is a place of consistent labels and namesakes. Everybody is a part of something and everybody belongs to somewhere. I hope he gets it right and I hope that he is the someone to stand up to Congress and the Senate and to realise that lives are more important than investments. Palestine is in bits. Iraq is in bits. Iran will probably be in bits shortly. History repeats itself but luckily this is a new frontier for the stupidest, fattest, most ignorant, repulsive, beautiful, most powerful country in the world.                                                                                                                                                      Good luck mate.                                                                                                                            

Being sick is crappy. I mean in the general sense it is. You feel like shit, food doesn’t taste delicious. You take to drinking things like Ginger Ale and Hot Whiskey in order to rescue your senses and try and coax them back to life but no you end up feeling just as miserable as you did before these activities. So I’ve taken to embracing my sickness wholeheartedly and I’m going to do it bigstyle.  Between 10 o’clock last night and 12.30 this afternoon I watched the whole Stephen Fry in America boxset, which is without doubt one of the best things the BBC have broadcasted in years directly behind Top Gear. I’ve read some very nice cookbook that my Mam got for me for Christmas and I’ve eaten some toffee. Now all these activities are enjoyable and make me feel better but when these run out, we are entrenched with the evils of boredom. Enter this lad……  I’m going to be honest, I’ve never really paid much attention to this lad or his band, because I wouldn’t waste my time. But since I can’t do anything else at the moment I found myself watching a making of their video, for a song called Chelsea Smile. The definiton of a Chelsea smile is : a nickname for the malicious practice of cutting a victim’s face from the edges of the mouth to the ears, often using a credit card to hold the mouth open in modern times.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     The video portrays a load of pretty young girls getting pissed in some warehouse wearing bras and hoping they’ll get to suck the dick off one of the lads in the band. I don’t understand this stuff at all. I don’t understand how people can like shit like this. That Oli Sykes lad has a face like something out of a Playdough packet, if he didn’t have all those trendy tattoos he could be a character in Postman Pat. This little rendezvous into the world of bullshit has made me feel worse. I should have just rewatched Stephen Fry.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               My advice is if you feel yourself coming down with the “virus”, run to the shops and get yourself plenty of supplies that will help you remain within in your comfort zone. I’m going to have nightmares about that cunt tonight. 

Today is cold, damp, sneezy, coughy and miserable physically for me but inside I’m dancing the jig. I can’t remember feeling as sick as I did on Saturday night. Watching The People vs Larry Flynt I did resemble Courteney Love a bit.  Reasons for me feeling class against all the odds are: Lottie. Forging Friendships being signed. My new Mac Book. My bros. People being nice to me without having to be. Jacket potatoes. And Avonmore Mozarella and Cheddar Mix.     Although I’m in the lucky position of feeling class, January is a shit month. According to my old man the 29th of December is the angriest day of the year. I have absolutely no idea where he obtained this information from but I’ll choose to believe it. I also read in the Guardian that Suicide Watch UK or some similar organisation predict a massive increase in suicide this year. We are living in an increasingly pessimistic and horrible reality so I think that it is even more important to dwell on the brighter sides of things like the ninja cat and Stephen Fry. It seems a long time ago since January 5th 2008. Alot has changed but some things stay the same.I hope this time next year I’ll feel as happy as I do now.  

We finished the Find A Way record last night. It was really easy in the end and little or no stress was had. There just needs to be a bit of mixing done in Casa Lugosi and then send it off to be mastered. I’m really happy with the sound we’ve gotten, it doesn’t sound like what I imagined it to sound like but I think I’d be disappointed if there was no element of surprise.

Thanks to Iano, Nelly, Hash Brown and Lugosi for putting up with me yesterday and Lee Byrne for his eternal generosity and cigarettes. I just want to get it out now.

I have my last exam on Thursday but I’m just going to flake today, watch tv, read a bit and eat some pasta. YERRRR.

I literally can’t stop listening to Apes of Wrath. That demo is too good.

10 days until Santy, get busy.

My blog is one today. Alot has changed in a year but some things stay the same.

Things that changed:

First Death are no more.

Another Day in Hell are no more.

Nelly is home from the land of the mounty.

My hair is long.

I’ve been to California, the UK and numerous other places that I can’t even remember.

Joe Dolan and Bernie Mack died.

I’ve seen more class bands in Dublin that I can ever have imagined.

I’ve done some tours.

I’ve met so many nice new people who I can now call good friends.

I’ve experienced the wrath of sleeping on floors and in vans.

I feel accomplished in what I’m doing.

I don’t drink as much diet Coke these days.

Things that are the same:

My eyes are still greeny brown.

I’ve never been to Luxembourg.

I like pop punk music.

I buy too many pieces of random shit like gold plated hdmi cables.

I still really like nice dinners.

I still smoke the zigaretten.

This year has been way shorter than I imagined it to be. I’m extremely smiley these days considering there is serious bad shit going on around us. The pigs have the cancer, Dublin is turning into Beirut and the worlds economy is melting down. I’m happy though.

Thank you for reading me.

I’ve had such a great week. It seems ages ago since last Tuesday but it went too fast man. In order for the world to work it’s ways though, it has come right back around and kicked me in the scrotes. I have so much work to do now it is madness. It’ll all be worth it the end or so I fool myself into believing. It troubles me that UCD isn’t affecting my gears as much anymore. I’ve become pretty good at remaining anonymous, not that its hard out there but I’ve become quite fond of watching the creatures in their natural habitat.

Today I was in the library and this girl is freaking out to her friend saying her computer died. It turns out it went onto screen saver while she was in the jacks. Things like this keep me going.

I’ve rediscovered my love of Koka Noodles. I used the to eat them everyday in school, but only the curry ones for some reason. I hadn’t had them in ages and ages until recently when I had some in the practice room. Seriously delish, on the level. Since our reunion I remebered some of the ways I used to eat them, I’m not going to lie this shit isn’t for the faint hearted. I have been known to eat them with chilli jam and poppadoms, I have been known to eat them in rolls and toasted wraps. I have not or never will put cheese in them. Someone told me they did this before with the dreaded Pot Noodle. I think it was Joebreaker but I could be mistaken.

I’m smiling way too much considering my exams are next week.

People need to listen to Lucero

I’m finishing up classes this week for the end of term. Just getting ready for exams and the like. I do 5 English modules and three social science modules. My education is as equally varied as it is pointless. I have one class where you have to critically assess theorists and their influence on English in the last hundred years. After that assignment everyone was given two other assignments to correct and review, this is called a PEER REVIEW.

 Generally I’m pretty sound and give positive feedback like, “the author used good reference from the text and showed a good knowledge of the subject matter”, you know bullshit like that. I got mine back today that had been corrected by some douchebag. It’s all anonymous so I don’t know which cretin corrected it. The first line of the review read “has this person even read the text?”, they went on to destroy my piece. I was fucking bulling and I turned over the page and there was this little note from the lecturer saying, ‘don’t mind that criticism the student didn’t have a clue what they were talking about’.  Fucking justice, I got an A and the chap was being a dick. The exact same thing happened to my mate Jack.

My diagnosis of this is that people are fucking mental when given any type of power in a class situation.  Douchebags are the worst when they are given any power. France is fucked. Sarkozy is silly.

I have four exams and a bunch of assignments but it’s nearly that time of year again so I’m like a pig in shite.

I’ve spent the last week daydreaming and listening to mid nineties bands like Texas is the Reason, Seam and the real Saves the Day. Gav gave me the Tigers Jaw full length because he’s the best friend a boy could have. This time next week I’ll be in Wales, HUFUCKINGRAH!!!

I don’t like coffee that much but Derry makes a mean cup. Feel that.

I got up today at 6.30 for a stocktake in work. It is 2.18 am now and I’m still up. The white of my screen is turning to pink as I type but today was a good day.

I finished work at 11 and met Iano to head out to Casa Del Lugosi to track drums for the Find A Way EP. I’m really happy with the sound we’ve gotten so far and Dave  and Sean worked their respective bollocks’ off.  I then went into town with Iano around half six for First Death practice, I don’t know how people commute on the daily from Tallaght on that Red Line, I’d end up throwing myself in front of it. It’s the windiest slowest piece of shit in the world.

Practice was good and we’re getting back into the groove I think. I then had Dead Wrong practice and it was Nellys first buzz and we had the buzz. Things are going great. Lots of people are putting me in good humour these days. The only downer of the day was the scoundrel me and Iano got in the fucking Spar deli on Jervis. Fucking messer.

The days are cold but life is warm at the moment.

Come and chat to me at this on Friday.

A week is a long time I think. I mean they go by fast but alot of different shit can happen. I mean this time last week I hadn’t eaten Chinese food or dressed up as Duff Man, seen Old Boy, heard the Swellers acoustic dedications and Nelly hadn’t come home. I think if people concentrated on the logistics of life too much tehy’d end up mental. That’s why whenever I concentrate too much on whats going on I get pissed off. Day to day is the best medicine.

People have been talking to me alot about the nappy years recently. I never thought that when you get old there’s a good chance you end up the fuck in a nappy. This scares me more than cancer or alsheimer’s or anything like that. Imagine being in your 70’s and having to wear a nappy, that seriously scares the shit out of me. I’m going to dedicate my life to coming up with a way for everyone to avoid the nappy years. I havn’t thought of the ins and outs of this yet but I’ll find some way of negotiating the situation.

The world is smiling at the moment. I wonder for how long? I hope it keeps going but poor old Barack has inherited two wars and an economic depression, I reckon he’s fucked. Only time will tell.

Until then beware of scary dudes dressed as wolverine Berzerkering passers by….

I’ve  previously stated in this very blog that I don’t fall over that much. I think it was when I talked about going on my hole running for the bus a few weeks back. I fell over again today when I was getting out of the shower. This fall has been my most traumatic so far for several different reasons.

My Mam got us one of those waterproof radios for the shower it’s fucking class but in hindsight will probably be the death of me. I was in the shower jiving to Mustang Sally and as I go to get out I clip my foot on the shower door and go flying into the cabinet that keep all my sisters perfume and smelly shit. My sisters Beyonce perfume smashes and and while I was whiping it up I somehow managed to get it all over me. So I smell like a 14 year old fan girl today. Stall to my gaff and I’ll woo you haha.  I felt like a right dickhead until my brother came home after spending 89 euro on a sweatshirt. GOOMBAH

It was bothering me why I fell over and I think it’s unfair to blame my latest spill on the new shower radio. I think I fall over in times of high stress. I’m up to my eyes this week in college, I have an essay due tomorrow thats a week late, I’m smash hits for cash and I don’t want to work anymore. I think this is the reason I fell over and not that I was dancing around like a freak on a dangerously slippy surface.

Two cans of Diet Coke for a euro in Spar are saving my life at the moment.