Adventures of an asshole

I saw that one of my aqiantances is going to give birth today or tomorrow. For some reason I can't this song out of my head ever since.

Back from London! There will be a longer entry arriving shortly. For not it is just safe to say that I really enjoyed miself, that the city was wonderfull and that it took my five minutes from leaving the gate at Shannon airport until I saw my first pair of Irish sweat pants. It is nice to be back.

On my way to London. Fuck yeah!

Things to do:

1. See if English Fish n' chips differ from Irish.
2. Visit Camden Lock Market
3. See the changing of the guards.
4. Strawl down Oxford Street.
5. Drink goooooooooood coffee.

The other things I will do I cannot tell you about, but it will be awsome.

Sitting in the big PC-room in the library at UL. I like it. It is silent, people work and I am almost awake. The only thing that misses is a black coffee and a fruit, then it  would feel like a workspace.


Tomorrow I am going to London with Maureen, Michelle and Henrik. It is going to be sweet. That means however that I have to make sure that all my work that I can do before the trip is done. That means that when the lecture and the tutorial of the day is over with and done I will have to go home and keep studying.


My sore throat do not seam to be much better.

Destroy everything. Let the sky cry blood and scorn the earth with thunder. The sprit of fury fills me up with hatred. The monster inside scratches and rips flesh and senew, trying to tare itself loose, free.


PS: Just wanted to write some bad poetry and see how many youtube-clips I could think of.

What was it that you said about Nietzsche?

 

A German guy stands in front of the class and talks about World War Two. I got no problem with his thick accent, which makes all T’s sound like Z’s. What I do have a problem with is the fact that he said that Nietzsche’s concept of the “übermensch” was adopted the Nazis.

 

Well that is true. But the/zee German guy failed to mention that it was a misconception urged on by Nietzsche’s sister who was a nationalist. The thing about the übermensch is that it is not about being genetically evolved, it is about being morally envolved and that the individual has the will to power. In other words, the übermensch is a strong emancipated person who strives to become the best he can.

 

Nietzsche would have hated the goosestepping Nazis.

 

Me and my group in New Media and Culture Studies did our presentation about public broadcasting in USA and the UK. We looked sharp, had our hair-care products in order, wore suits and apparently we are brilliant. At least our lecturer thought so.

We looked goooooooood!

Sitting in a caféteria, drinking coffee and posting different comic youtube-clips on my friends Facebook page. It is quite boring. I guess that I am the modern man. At the moment I am searching for scientific articles about development countries, gender and etnocentrism.

By the way: I miss Spotify.


But at least I look awsome.

 

 

I keep thinking about the modern man. He is constantly online, his next update on Facebook will surely summerize his day elequantly and with depth. The modern man, he post pictures of his children on internet forums.

 

The modern man knows how to search for fast streaming porn on the web and not just ones of the Hollywood variaite. I am talking Japanese squid-porn deluxe.

 

The modern man knows how to find Waldo. He just uses the GPS on his phone.

 

I have been thinking about the modern man, stuck in a web of technology snapping into life with every blog entry. The modern man is an empty man.

 

 

I feel sick today. Don't like it. It means that I cannot go to boxing tonight. I hate not being able to train.

We had sushi this Friday at my place. It was nice. On the Saturday I, Michelle, Henrik, Maureen and Emilie went to Bunratty castle and had a medieval banquette. It was nice.




Tasty isn't it? Especially with the toilet paper in the background



Someone made sushi with her hair



Chilling rice and drinking wine



It was a craic



On the way to the castle Maureen tried to make a friend



Succeess!



Bunratty castle



The butler



Cool tattoo!!!



Mmmm zeee German eating zee meat



Dutch girls and ribs



Me



Gingers eat meat



I don't know what happened here

 

I have been back from Scotland for a couple of days now but it has taken some time to try to filter everything, deciding what to write and what to leave between me and Rebecka.

 

We chain-smoked, emptied a bottle of rum and shared our thoughts for two hours. Sitting in Rebecca’s kitchen I felt sincerely happy. Rebecka is one of my best friends, one of the ones I would call if I needed to move a body.  When we talk there is no judgement, no stigma, no right or wrong, we just are. Perfect in our mutual imperfection.

 

Then we went to the Union, which is a student nightclub. Like most student clubs I have been to in my days the Union looked cheap but the mood was high. For some reasons it is very easy to get a high mood in places where young people consume a lot of alcohol. Drunken young people are always in high spirit. It does not take much to make teens happy.

 

We visited some other places and examined the Scottish decadence. What does that mean?

 

Well that is between Rebecka, the night and me.

 

We got home to Rebecka's in the small hours and spent the night talking, drinking, crying, laughing, hugging and sharing. We talked about the fear of rejection, common stupidity, love, sex, hate, fighting, fashion, and the future. I have no idea of when we fell asleep.

 

On the second day, after the resurrection of the hung-over Scandinavians, we had some food and then we went into Edinburgh and headed for the Brewdog pub. As fans of the beer of Brewdog we loved to sit there in a non-bullshit-all-beer-atmosphere of the bar.

 

On the Sunday I went back to Limerick. I had to wait for 15 hours at the airport in Edinburgh to be sure that I was going to make the flight. That time was well spent by consuming massive amounts of coffee, reading various magazines and watching the other travellers.

Heading out in the Scotish night.



Outside Brewdog



An asshole waiting to consume high-quality beer




Happiness in a bottle



There is one Trashy blonde on this picture



Went there, bought the t-shirt



Breakfast





A dragon grinding a street sign



A little ally in Dundee



How I spent my time at the airport

I came back from Scotland a couple of days back. It was awsome. For your information, it is always a pleasure hanging out with Rebecka.

There  will be some pictures and a longer entry is coming up telling you about almost everything. Some things are between me, Rebecka and the creatures of the night.