St. Patrick's.

Mate.

Last night was outstanding.

Currently lying in my bed questioning where the hell my hangover is - Not that I'm not grateful to my body that it is treating me this well!

Monday night was spent celebrating the twins' birthday at Jam and Cafe for Half Price Wine - Which there was no wine...I had to make do with a pitcher of Budweiser, wasn't exactly the best choice, but cheapest nonetheless. Had one or two cocktails courtesy of a certain Jane, the legend. Generally the night was grand, to be fair, it was nothing special, but still decent.

Thanks to Mark, after I got home from Cafe, I was informed that I had to classes yesterday, which was tomorrow (Tuesday) which meant I didn't have to get up as early as I though - Super news! So I slept well that night. Got up at around 2 or so and monged about the house. As time passed, JK came round to pick me up and take me to Belfast at 5. Apparently Stu had been in touch with him and said that the Holylands, or basically the whole student area was fucking wild.

Basically, I could sum it up with this: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/northern_ireland/7949252.stm

Check out the boy at 25 secs, trying to talk to the dog. Absolutely lit to the bag. What a legend.

So yeah, JK and I ended up picking up Mark and driving to train station. Getting train up and landed at Botanic to see the tail end of what was going on in that video. Was some job. There was a mad buzz about the place, reminded me of Oxegen or something. Everyone just gettin' boozay and all happy and stuff.

Arrived at BGS Fortress in Elaine Street and just started ripping into the drink. From there the night really kicked off. Christ, was just hilarious. I think everyone had a cracker night. I'll probably be best summarising it in bullet points:

• Drinking outside the house while listening to Two Door Cinema Club and partying with the neighbours.
• 2 girls from down the road coming into our house because JK said "There's a party in my pants."
• Meeting Dave. The legend from Athlone who lives in the house with the glass room.
• Limelight with Laura and co.
• JK being insanely pished.
• Public toilet mishaps - "THE DOOR WILL NOT OPEN."
• Spice Island. Sitting in there for a good solid 40 minutes I'd say. Talking utter shite.
• Susi and her cheese habits.
• Ted telling us Spice Island went on fire after we left.
• Going back to my house and drinking, chanting, talking shit.
• "Ted, come the 12th, we'll have you marching up Elaine Street with a sword."
• "Tell him, he can go fuck his God up the arse."
• "100% there bays"
• "Where are my glasses?"
• JK apparently getting into a fight with a bouncer. Has scratches and grazes all over his face and body.
• Boydo and his time paradox shit. Complete mind fuck.
• Boydo being dressed as a "Taig Farmer"

Probably a million more, but oh lawd, it was hilarious.

Here's to St. Patrick's Day 2010!

Cheers,

Matt.

iTunes.

Yes, it was one of those Sundays.

I've been vegetating most of today consuming whatever may lay in my cupboards and watching copious amount of telly, most enjoyably the England and France game, congratulations to England with their 34-10 victory. I've yet to watch the game, but thanks to Facebook, I knew the score oh so quickly. Probably catch up on BBC iPlayer later on tonight.

Apart from this, as most of my days seem to be, I was fiddling with my laptop, in particular iTunes. (What's with all the lower case "i"s?) Due to my OCD like personality, I can't be happy knowing my album artwork is not 100% complete and proper, so I spent hours doing this most TEDIOUS task. Being a self confessed geek, I thought that I would be bothered to find some piece of software to do this for me...But nay, not until about three quarters of the way through I thought of that plan...by then I just thought I may as well see it off.

- Murphy, my retarded Golden Retreiver has just guffed, and has vacated the room with an absolutely rancid smell. Cheers Murph. -

Anywho, after a long sleep in and the guilt settled in after not moving or doing much throughout this Sunday, I thought it best to get out. Went into Bangor and purchased some items for birthday presents, which I still have to complete tomorrow.

As I looked round the town of Bangor, I noticed how variant the age of people is. Literally from 0 to 100; when in Belfast, especially round the University area (Where I live throughout the week) the age group would certainly not spill over from 17 to 26 you could say. Was kinda weird. Made me think a bit more about what I can get away with. For example, if I wanted to pop to the shops in Stranmillis, I could saunter on over half naked and nobody would bat an eye lid. Or go out in pyjamas, or just clothed plain ridiculous, and the majority of people just wouldn't give a damn. I like that. In Bangor, I wouldn't even dare do such a thing. I'd either be stopped by an old man or lady, shouted at by some knobhead delinquents or just stared at by most. I guess I could go into social boundaries and whine and moan about how we should not accept the normality and be unique and not give a damn, yadda yadda yadda, but, let's be serious, who actually does not accept the social "norm"? Very, very, very few, or so I'd imagine. Oh well. I still love Bangor for all it's loveliness. Special mention to my little nice place near the sea.

Hmm. Well, I guess that was my first proper entry to my blog. Cool. I admit I could go on, but I think it's best to leave it short and not drag on.

Half Price Wine tomorrow night, first time in a good wee while. Wish me luck that I don't fall ill to the awesomeness of cheap Rosé!

Cheers.

Matt.

PS: Happy 19th Birthday to Lauren and Julie Scott.

Introduction.

I've always been fascinated with blogs. I've wanted to express my opinions on, well, what could be deemed as life in general. From day to day happenings between my peers and I, to current world affairs to random outbursts of emotions.

This page shall be my attempt at doing so.

I shall not promise myself, or, you, if you are so unfortunate to stumble across this page, that I shall update this page regularly, but I'd like to think I will.

Cheers.

Matt.