Sea Sew

Sew comes up as sex in the predictive text. heh. Beautiful album by Lisa Hannigan though, just beautiful.

I find myself listening to it when I can't sleep, which is a fairly frequent event these days, or rather, these nights. My brain switches to turbo without any outside stimulus, and mills through any number of thoughts, events, people. Usually I start imagining some scenario, and I follow that train of thought to the bitter end, leaving me sad or angry, or both, or just confused.

I'm a groomsman at a wedding next month, and the bride has informed me that my old girlfriend will be there, which raises multiple questions, and limitless potential scenarios. Will she bring a date? A friend? (I get on well with all of her friends bar one.) Will she be staying locally? In the same hotel? Will we hook up? Will she hook up with someone else? Do I want anything to happen at all? Will we be friendly, civil, or simply refuse to acknowledge each other's existence? Only a few weeks 'til I find out...

In the meantime, there's groomie drinks, the stag, a separate trip to Donegal, and much socialising to be done! And I have to get myself a really nice suit! I don't want to be left with an ugly cousin! :P

Resolutions

Meet a new girl. Move on from the old one, particularly her bosoms, as fantastic as they were.

Smarten up at the job. Read up, start making a more active contribution to everything, and know your shizzle.

Get a pair of runners, take up some kind of walking/running. Get more muscles than just your right arm.

Save a regular amount of money every month. Work out a budget that includes rent, and try to cut back expenditure on alcohol. It's horrendous really, how much I spend on drink. Of my non-capital recreational outgoings... it's probably 60-70%. Fark like.

Mostly, stop feeling sorry for yourself bitch. Take over as section leader of the cubs, get into the job, and get busy. Happiness comes later!

Man that's depressing.

The ex

It's been a year. Move on.

Mountains

I was going for a stroll today, organised by a friend. I brought a friend too, told her about the stroll, said there might be a few kids along. She dutifully dressed as appropriate.

 

Unfortunately, no kids showed up, just four adults and we walked about 21km along the Wicklow Way, through mud and across frozen puddles, and for far too long along the road, but we were short on options for getting home before dark. My apologies N, for not warning you sufficiently. :)

Refresh

Been following the election for the past three hours. True multimedia experience - RTE Radio1 has been on, now switched to NPR, streaming Sky News online, watching maps from various services:

RTE

Sky

CBS

I'm hoping within the next hour or two I'll be able to go to bed, content in the knowledge that no member of the Republican party will be running the most powerful country in the world. God bless America.

Best Man Fail

Maturity and/or Motivation

I caught sight of myself in a mirror while walking up the stairs the other day. It evoked a sudden introverted inspection. I'm essentially the same person as I was when I was 15. Same house, same room. Still eat dinner as prepared by my mother. I work a part-time job in a shop. I cycle everywhere, or get the bus. I have no significant other, and I still find it difficult to approach people with an eye toward that sort of thing. Really I just stack up mountains of friends, for which I'm grateful of course, but every now and then I wish I had someone who was more than a friend. My thoughts return constantly to two different women, in two different countries, neither of which are the one in which I'm currently residing. One has too many man troubles already, and the other is in a similar situation, only I'm the cause of her troubles.

The only differences between me and my teen self lie in my accomplishments. I've completed my education, travelled a fair bit, and met countless unique and wonderful people. Sadly, that doesn't look so hot on a CV.