Just applied for my first full time job. Ever since I decided I’m not leaving the country I’ve had way too many “WHERE THE HELL IS MY LIFE GOING” type thoughts for my liking. Hopefully this small and probably insignificant step towards growing up will keep those thoughts at bay for a while. Because, the thing is, I don’t ACTUALLY want to grow up. But I’m finished college now and I just don’t want to feel like I’ll be stuck doing what I’m doing now forever.
I’m surely capable of more than working in Atlantic Homecare.
So I returned to normality today after an intense weekend! On Thursday I went to Lockdown for someone’s birthday. I had the best of intentions for not drinking too much. Of course, not drinking too much isn’t really an option on Lockdown is it? I was doing beer bongs, licking people’s faces and just generally being an arsehole about everyone.
I had more good intentions for sleeping the entire next day in order to recover for the gig/drink off with Motives for Moments the next day, but I’d drank too much Redbull the previous night and woke up absolutely wired at 10am. Went to the gym and everything! Of course, when the time came to head into the gig, I started to crash. As the bands were setting up, I actually started to doubt whether I’d be able to participate in the drink off and absolutely school MFM in how to drink.
Luckily enough, I felt better having played the gig. I got pretty drunk in Fibber’s and then we headed back to Lucan. I was drinking straight vodka (Y).
So, 5 or six hours passed and we decided to leave. My friend had come down from Cork for the weekend and had nowhere to stay so we didn’t sleep and stayed out in town getting sunburned in Stephen’s Green the entire next day. At one point I was lying on the ground and began to doubt if I’d even be able to stand up. Anyway, afterwards we went and got pizza and felt a little bit better.
On Sunday I was in work, having had 10 hours sleep in three days. Not pleasant. Anyway, naturally there’s only on thing to do in such a situation and that’s go out again.
Sunday night started with a shot of icey Jager and ended up in some guy’s house watching him dance around in a blue waffle costume. Anyway, I didn’t sleep again on Sunday night and arrived home at twenty to five, having to be in work for five.
This weekend was the most intense/hilarious/fun weekend in a long time. Maybe this summer will finally be a memory that’s full of fun, fucked up when it’s all done.
This day three months will be the very first day of my year in Australia. I’m nervous and looking forward to it at the same time. It’s something I’ve wanted to do when I finished college since I was 16 and a few months ago the opportunity arose when my friend from work asked me to go.
I’m nervous because I’m pretty much stepping completely outside my comfort zone of living at home and moving to a country on the other side of the world, pretty much with no plans. We’ve booked 2 weeks in a hostel in Sydney and after that we’ve no plans. We’re just going to see what happens.
But, this is also what’s exciting about it and what makes me want to do it. I’ve lived at home my whole life. I’ve worked in a shop at the top of my road since I was 16. Even when I went to college, it was only a 15 minute drive and I lived at home; I pretty much entirely missed out on the college experience as a result. Moving to another country with almost no concrete plans means total freedom to do whatever I want. Maybe I’ll hate it. Even if I do, it’ll probably still be a worthwhile experience and I can at least say I tried something different rather than school-college/part time job - career.
I’m aware of what I’ll be leaving behind. The last year or so has been one of the most fun years of my life. Since I joined the band I’m in now, I’ve had so much fun. Not just doing band stuff, but hanging out and going out and getting drunk and just having fun. Plus, for all people in bands moan and complain about there being no scene, never making money and playing to empty rooms, the fact remains that being in a band is fucking awesome!
But then, I’ll be back in a year! It’s not like it’s a permanent move or anything.
Joey Cape from Lagwagon and Tony Sly from No Use For A Name doing acoustic versions of their band’s songs. Their last CD was one of my favourite albums when I was doing the leaving cert. I like Lagwagon, but I’m not a huge No Use For A Name fan, but even so, this whole thing is great!
And I was extremely tired from the weekend in Antrim/still kinda hungover from all the drinking on Tuesday on Thursday. So yeah, basically just not in a very good humour at all. Then, to make matters worse, the driver missed the turn for Northside and continued on up the Malahide Road. He came on the intercom and apologised and said he’d go around the roundabout and come back. This, being the 27, was followed by a chorus of “WHAT DA FUUUU LIKE” and “YE BLEEDIN’ EEEJIT”. And, when it was discovered he was black, the racist abuse Ireland is becoming known for began. He was called a “stupid black bastard”, and a “dumb chimpanzee” by a collection of Coolock’s finest junkies, dole heads who’ve never worked a day in their lives and scangers.
I was really ashamed to be from Coolock and ashamed to be Irish after that.
Finally time to get back practicing with the band on Friday. It’s been two months since we’ve had a gig and we haven’t practiced in three or four weeks. But we’ve got some plans for the next few months and I can’t wait to get back to practicing!
Then on Saturday I’m going to see Chewing on Tinfoil in Whelan’s, where I’ll be trying my absolute hardest not to drink that much so that I can over do it on Sunday…
Which is Sean’s birthday. I’m not sure what we’re doing just yet but apparently it’s going to involve wine. That should be interesting anyway…