Tickle Me Emo
Jan. 9th, 2006 06:27 pmSo. Paper: finished. New term: started.
trinityofone: already exhausted.
But...my new History of the U.S. lecturer seems less dull than the last one, and one of my Irish Literature tutors is named Katie Brown. I make my own fun.
This weekend I made a lot of it, in spite of the paper which, quality aside, ended up being not a big deal at all, especially in proportion to the amount I angsted about it. On Friday,
siriaeve and
jarsy and I were going to go see Brokeback Mountain, but it was SOLD OUT. My reaction was a mixture of single, crystalline tear-sadness and sudden, extreme violence.
siriaeve got it all on camera:

No gay cowboys for me! I am sad in an arty, tilted-camera, emo fashion!
But I have a violent streak, too! Or some seriously hardcore boots. I swear, I just lightly tapped the wall of the theater with my toe, but...

...I knocked a chip out of it!
OH NOES! I can never show my face in Temple Bar again!
Right. After we went for tapas,
siriaeve and I ventured right back to the scene of my "Oh no she didn't!" moment to see my crush suitemate Aidan's band, Wally's Hut, play at Eamon Doran's. He had invited me special! He wanted me to see him play! I was so so very excited!
Actually, I think he pretty much just invited everyone he knew.
siriaeve and I wandered around a bit during the dull first act, then jostled elbows with people by the stage while Wally's Hut played its short set. The crowd was very enthusiastic--there was even a panty-throwing moment--but the sound system sucked, and as cute as Aidan looked, I don't think Wally's Hut is going to be the next big thing. (You may all point and laugh when I turn out to be utterly, completely wrong, and Wally's Hut and Eamon Doran's get another circular record marker on the Dublin Rock 'n' Stroll.) Still, I got to see Aidan fuck play his bass, so that's something.

Down in the basement of Eamon Doran's, it was all dark and mysterious and spooky.

Mysterious doors led off to who-knows-where, and...

...this mystical, um, janitor kept showing up everywhere!

But the bar was really shiny, so that was okay.
Plus...

Pretty, blurry rocker boys!

Bass sex.

Oh, Aidan, you are such an enigma!

Less so when I turn the flash on, but what can you do?
Saturday, I wrote a draft of my paper ALL IN ONE DAY, because I rule. Then the gang--
siriaeve,
jarsy,
jaaam, and
lil_nibbler, as well as some other fine people; and yes, we should all get matching motorcycle jackets or something--got together to finally see the gay cowboys. And there was much rejoicing throughout the land! And by "rejoicing," I mean "crying into our nachos."
Sunday I edited my paper, and by "edited" I mean "watched SG-1."
And that was my weekend. To appropriate one of my favorite Irish expressions that I always sound stupid saying: Bless.
Ooh, and favor! Could somebody upload The Killers' Hot Fuss to YSI or something and link me? I have two tracks from it, "All These Things That I've Done" and "Everything Will Be Alright," and I can't stop listening to them. Please, if you can toss me some more, I would really appreciate it: I'm goin' nuts here. Thankyouthankyou.
But...my new History of the U.S. lecturer seems less dull than the last one, and one of my Irish Literature tutors is named Katie Brown. I make my own fun.
This weekend I made a lot of it, in spite of the paper which, quality aside, ended up being not a big deal at all, especially in proportion to the amount I angsted about it. On Friday,

No gay cowboys for me! I am sad in an arty, tilted-camera, emo fashion!
But I have a violent streak, too! Or some seriously hardcore boots. I swear, I just lightly tapped the wall of the theater with my toe, but...

...I knocked a chip out of it!
OH NOES! I can never show my face in Temple Bar again!
Right. After we went for tapas,
Actually, I think he pretty much just invited everyone he knew.

Down in the basement of Eamon Doran's, it was all dark and mysterious and spooky.

Mysterious doors led off to who-knows-where, and...

...this mystical, um, janitor kept showing up everywhere!

But the bar was really shiny, so that was okay.
Plus...

Pretty, blurry rocker boys!

Bass sex.

Oh, Aidan, you are such an enigma!

Less so when I turn the flash on, but what can you do?
Saturday, I wrote a draft of my paper ALL IN ONE DAY, because I rule. Then the gang--
Sunday I edited my paper, and by "edited" I mean "watched SG-1."
And that was my weekend. To appropriate one of my favorite Irish expressions that I always sound stupid saying: Bless.
Ooh, and favor! Could somebody upload The Killers' Hot Fuss to YSI or something and link me? I have two tracks from it, "All These Things That I've Done" and "Everything Will Be Alright," and I can't stop listening to them. Please, if you can toss me some more, I would really appreciate it: I'm goin' nuts here. Thankyouthankyou.
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Date: 2006-01-09 06:29 pm (UTC)I'm on it. It'll save me from doing real work for a few more minutes. *g*
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Date: 2006-01-10 05:52 pm (UTC)While I stand around in black and attempt to look nonchalant whilst posing in front of my latest masterpiece which is a photograph of a bottle of water or something. It would be an allegorical representation of my unquenchable thirst for David Hewlett, and I would call it Ceci n'est pas un bottle of water.
Perhaps I have overthought this.
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Date: 2006-01-09 06:51 pm (UTC)Congrats on getting the paper done and starting the new term! Hopefully this one will be just as awesome. Also, "bless" is not just Irish and yeah, it is a great expression. I'm sure you wouldn't sound stupid saying it if you can get the right note of condescension in it.
I wish I could help you with the Killers album, but I had a copy which was wiped after the Great Hard Drive Meltdown of '05. The Killers wear eyeliner, so they automatically sound better.
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Date: 2006-01-09 07:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-09 07:41 pm (UTC)And if you have a problem, I have one too: "Strong Enough" by Sheryl Crow is still one of my favorite angsty Rodney songs.
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Date: 2006-01-10 05:50 pm (UTC)Why didn't Kennedy just DIE? Another question for the ages.
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Date: 2006-01-10 05:48 pm (UTC)...And this is quickly becoming a bad episode of Doctor Who. Or something.
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Date: 2006-01-10 05:53 pm (UTC)I would have had MORE fun if Aidan hadn't had so many damn groupies. *grumble grumble*
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Date: 2006-01-09 09:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-10 05:55 pm (UTC)And OMG yes--it is so moving, even--nay, especially--to myself. ;-)
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Date: 2006-01-09 09:38 pm (UTC)What constitutes a panty throwing moment? And how does that work? Do a bunch of women reach down under their skirts and take them off just in case their is a panty throwing moment? Cause it would be damn hard to get them off in one moment as soon as you need them. And what if you are wearing pants? I think girls just go to concerts with an extra pair of panties in their purse or pocket or something. Conspiracy!
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