Happy Earth Day

Just thought I'd add a post today as this rather pretty image on the Google homepage today reminded me it's Earth Day, so go out there, do as Sandy Thom sang and wear "flowers in your hair", pretend to be a hippy and be kind to the Earth for one day, because come tomorrow we'll be back to destroying it!

Happy Earth Day folks!

CSC Ball and Trinity News

Hmmm, the CSC Ball that was on last week was one hell of a night, or at least what I can remember of it. There was copious amounts of alcohol, a lost phone, drunken wanderings through Rathmines, things that I would prefer to keep to myself and stumbling home in the morning. You know you've been out long when the buses are running again and you're still drunk and awake.
I had thought it was over, well apart from the teasing I would get for my drunkeness and behaviour, but no I open the Trinity News today, the new issue and see my beautiful drunk face dancing with my friend Anni. We look like such a cute lesbian couple!
So I thought I should put a few pictures up and mention a few anecdotes about the night.
This one is of me and Anni back when we had only polished off about two bottles of wine. Ah yes, in futue don't buy wine at the Hilton, at about €30 a pop vodka and dash is so much cheaper, even if the wine was quite strong. Well Society of the Year went to SVdeP, so much for my sneaky vote as apparent Treasurer of the Archaeology soc, which of course I'm not! Being the only "commitee" member of the Archaeology soc not only meant I got to walk around and pretend to be part of it all, all the while complaining Archaeology should have been nominated, but I also got to vote.
The jazz band provided by the Jazz Society were pretty awesome, but how the conga line fitted into swing music is beyond my understanding. Here's another funny photo of Bartley and James pretend sword fighting out in the hallway. Very strange, quite amusing.
Here's a few more pictures that have no story, but are cute.

Anni does look adorable here, the right little poser.



Strange, somehow whenever alcohol gets involved people get these grand delusions that they are either fabulous singers, great models or amazing dancers. Thankfully only one of the three got caught on camera this time!

Ah see, there's the delusion that I can actually dance. Knew that one wasn't far off!

Well the party at the Hilton ended eventually, my dancing buddy and her boyfriend went home and I was escorted by some lovely gentlemen of the Politics Society to Coppers, where apart from trying to sneak into a hotel at like one in the morning, walking along Rathmines looking for an atm, frantically and drunkenly trying to find my phone and bumping into a few people nothing much else happened and this is where I will fade to black...

April Fool's Day

This one is dedicated to one of my best friends as she seems to swear that Penguins really can fly. Well Sweetie, for one day only they can, according to London's Daily Telegraph yesterday.

"Penguins fly to jungle
Businesses and news organizations in Britain and Australia wholeheartedly embraced the day, letting loose a number of hoax stories.


Penguins, despite April 1 reports to the contrary, only use their wings to swim.
(CBC) Britain's Daily Mirror and Daily Telegraph, in collaboration with the BBC, reported new BBC footage proved penguins can fly. The BBC trailer begins with video of Monty Python's Terry Jones on location with the squat birds in Antarctic, and ends with a shot of penguins in a tropical jungle, being greeted by a toucan.

In a tip-off to the gag, the reporter is called Prof. Alid Loyas, an anagram of April Fools Day".

Here's the rather funny video of it from YouTube;

The rest of the gags from other leading newspapers across the world can be found on http://www.cbc.ca/world/story/2008/04/01/aprilfools-day.html?ref=rss.

TCD SU Elections '08 (Week One and Two)

Now normally I am not one to really bother with such things as elections or College events as I wouldn’t have the time for such things or any interest. Well that all changed in third year. First year elections I stayed away as those over-enthusiastic campaigners and their bright t-shirts scared the crap out of me, second year I wasn’t even aware it was occurring, but this year it’s different. Why you ask? That is because now I actually know people that are running for it. Be it that ex that still antagonises you, the friend who shares the same political beliefs as you, the girl who helps you out in Dance on a Friday night, the psycho who your dearest friend has the unfortunate problem of living with, and the girl who seems to hate you for no apparent reason. Yes they might just be ones who will be running things for me next year. Am I frightened? Hell I am! But pushing aside that fear for a second, this is actually proving to be incredibly entertaining, for as anyone who knows students will be aware of, an election run by students will always be filled with gossip and mental stunts.

So the excitement began actually a few weeks ago when a friend asked me to wear a t-shirt for him for his campaign, but back then it was all hush, hush over who is running, despite the fact that everyone knew already. As last week happened to be nominations where the would-be candidates could finally come out of the closet (not sure if anyone also came out in that way, but it being Trinity I wouldn’t put it past people) and declare their intention to run. Friday night happened to be his campaign launch party, which I attended with a six pack of Corona and a couple of limes I hung out and talked to the would-be Deputy President, hung out with friends and got seriously freaked out by a Hawaiian guy who has piercings in places I don’t want to know about! Sunday night at midnight was when campaigning officially began and Monday morning was abuzz with excitement and colourful t-shirt clad students shoving manifestos into your hands. Ah but this year I would be one of them! So I waited for news and a t-shirt, and I waited, and I waited. By Wednesday I gave up waiting for someone to tell me what to do and when another friend asked me to help out, I switched sides. Yes, now I can be called a defector, but at least now I have a t-shirt, got given hours when I need to campaign and I am wanted and needed. So I am wearing a lovely bright yellow t-shirt that says, “Vote Eoin Moore for President”. Ah I am one of those scary brightly coloured t-shirt people that are far too over-enthusiastic and shove manifestos into your hands!

Already, even though it is only the first week a few entertaining events occurred. Ents is always the big one to watch out for, for as would-be Entertainment officers they need to think big and do something to catch the masses’ attention. Cillian Gray’s people had be far the funniest t-shirts for it seemed they got hit by multi-coloured graffiti on the back of their t-shirts stormed through the arts block on Wednesday waving bright blue banners and flags with some bongo drums and whistles, much like the Red March in Moscow years ago, though maybe not as big. They moved their way out into Front Square and a few bicycles joined them as they drummed and whistled their way across College scaring off tourists and giving quite a show to the bemused students. They were also the same people that made a paper-maché lego head about four times the size of a normal head and had the poor blighter who got drafted for the job to walk around College and try not to bump into buildings and people.

Of course there were other, more minor stunts pulled. Jessie Gurr running for Deputy President had someone in a tiger costume, though it was a bit lame to be perfectly honest and Chloe Kassis-Crowe, running for Welfare who has by and large mostly absent for the start of the week, finally got herself a large stand in the arts block complete with heart-shaped balloons that said her name on it and finally some of her people were seen out and about.

Friday's Hustings in the JCR at lunchtime went was spoken to a packed and stuffy small back room in the JCR, mostly filled with campaign teams and witty talks. If only the weather had been a little better though.

Friday evening's assembly of students in our famed student bar, The Pav, provided other entertaining acts from a drunken game of Twister outside between two people running for Deputy President and two Ents guys. The photo makes it all the funnier.

TCD SU Elections '08 (Week Two)

This is the week when things really kicked off!

Firstly, for some rather unknown reason the SU decided to place RAG Week on the same week as voting started for the SU Elections, but you couldn't do much about it other than multi-task, stretch yourself thin with all the taks you need to do and basically survive on coffee, because sleep wasn't likely this week!

Monday morning and Rob Donoghue finally began his campaign in earnest, acquiring a large Connect Fours game in the Arts Block, from God knows where and most of the day was spent playing Connect Fou against other campaign teams and members. I'll give you a hint though; don't play against Rob he's brilliant at it! I also quite appreciated his large orange cape with the words "Rob 4 Prez" on the back. Some people on his campaign team had them as well. Very colourful for a rather dreary week, weather wise.

Cathal Reilly's cardboard cut-outs of himself were still as entertaining and the photo is even funnier. The caption for it was "The army of little Cathals...which one is the real him?"

The big scandal of this election had to be the animosity between two two contenders for the Education post, Hugh and Hilary. To say they disliked each other would be a gross understatement and as expected there was bitching involved, but the height of the hatred was a little shocking. As the week progressed tensions worsened and it became quite worrying, but luckily nothing happened.

How Seamus managed to get Des Bishop to appear in College and end up wearing his t-shirt is beyond my understanding, that one was quite a shocker to see on facebook, but then again one really shouldn't underestimate Seamus' capabilities.

The Ents didn't manage to pull off anything dramatic this week, which proved to be quite disappointing. Nick played Twister in the Arts Block, Dave had a giant chess board outside the Arts Block and I don't even remember Cillian pulling off any dramatic stunts. All in all as the week progressed it was becoming apparent that the lack of sleep was getting to everyone, we were all tired, but still all in the same boat.

Tuesday the Trinity News came out including the opinion polls, which placed my candidate about 1% ahead of his nearest rival. The rest proved to be exactly what people had expected. A link to it can be found here; http://www.trinitynews.ie/articles.php?tn=1&issue=16&id=810 Polls also opened at 5pm on Tuesday and it officially started the voting process.

Wednesday was a tough day as it consisted of all day campaigning and the mood had changed, we were no longer trying to win over votes, but to push as many people as possible to vite. To say it was becoming tiring and people were starting to grow annoyed with us is putting it lightly. But all the campaign teams were in it together and we each pulled the other along. It quite interesting to see that even rival campaign teams were joining together. No longer was the Arts Block awash with bright coloured t-shirts as those weren't allowed near the polling booths, but instead we were all crowded at the base of the steps, hastily covering our t-shirts.

Wednesday night was also the day of the hotly anticipated event of the week for RAG Week and that was the SVdeP Slave Auction for charity. As was expected and has been running for a number of years, all candidates competed with one person going as high as €300! All in all the Buttery was jam packed, no-one could move, it was incredibly stuffy from all the people, a mini bar was provided and the men all stripped! For a girl what more could you ask for, standing in the crowd, a cheap bear in your hand and cheering as the boys got their kits off to Britney Spears, Daft Punk and most strangely of all The Venga Boys' "Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom". What was even stranger, and slightly scary might I add, was that the whole crowd could still remember the lyrics and sing them back when the speakers broke. The girls I had to admit were rather disappointing and didn't put up much of a show, though credit should be given to Orlaith for getting the crowd going and for Jessie for her raunchy performance to Madonna's "Like A Virgin". For rather obvious reasons I can't show some of the more explicit photos, but I will put up the best ones. It was definately a lot of fun, the entire event.

Thursday dawned cloudy with a lot of hung-over campaign teams and even though there was a general air of cheer and good spirits, no-one really bothered campaigning much anymore as it had already effectively been decided. The IRB Six Nations cup came to College and with it came a few free goodies including weird crayons that were used to draw all over the other campaign members and my four o clock it was decided when the polls closed and the counting would begin.

It was an antsy and stressful two weeks the entire thing, but at the same time the madness, the fun and the feeling of all being together was electrifying. It was beyond just another election, we put our heart and soul into it, lived in our t-shirts and every waking thought, and dream for that matter, was taken up by thoughts of campaigning and how to get more voters. Even though it completely took over your life for the two or three weeks, some even more, you wouldn't change it for the world, no matter what the outcome is.

Win or lose, it was a great ride and we were all in it together.

First Day of Third Year

October 8th 2007, Monday. First day of third year.

Well, after having rather successfully completed supplemental examinations, (a round of applause can be given now) it is the first day of third year, and can I finally say, Thank Fuck! Apart from being incredibly happy that I don't have to drop out of College or pay huge fees to repeat a year, it's also rather exciting starting a new year, with new possibilities, new lecturers and the chance of new and exciting times ahead of me. Let's ignore the fact that I am sounding like a right idiot here and just look at being in College from a very neutral point of view. They do say that the best times of your life are spent at College, and I can add that they certainly don't disappoint. But apart from that, you really do get the sense of belonging to something far greater, be it a club that you're heavily involved in, an organisation you're passinate about, or just a group of friends that help you through everything.
College, pure and simple is just a great time, and if you're not having fun you're not in the right place.

So the first day.
I live just five minutes outside of UCD, and by God can I tell you that is gonna be fun this year, winding up UCD students or just crashing their parties and seeing if the enemy does have a lot more fun than we do.
We have a new lecturer to Trinity and the Religion Department. In fact we have quite a few changes. Queue applause for the evil bitch, also known as Boris Becker, also known as Maureeen Junker Kenny. No I am not biased because she is from Muenster (Germany) because I'm from Berlin and naturally suspicious of anyone from West Germany or a Wessie. The second major change is the replacement of Eddie Hutch with Benjamin Wold, or Benji as his new nickname will surely be. True he is filling in some very large boots of his predecessor, but he looks to be a good guy. Andrew Hoffman, when asked what his name was replied "Lord" and Benji didn't fall for it, some hope returned to me. He isn't that stupid, so we may be safe for a while! The third change undoubtedly is the fact that Dermott Nestor will soon be gone but I saw him around the Arts Block a couple of times toay and he seemed in good spirits, stopped and talked to us so that's all good.
I am now the proud owner of a locker key in the Panoz Institute in the Pharmacy Building, down the back end of Trinity. Walking there with Andrew for the first time was a scary experience. I hope, that by the time May comes around I will be able to walk into the Pharmacy building and not be afraid of Science students. It may be a big task, but I feel up to it.
The first drink of third year was spent in the Pav, and what a good usage of money. Glad to see the outdoor benches are filled up with slightly drunk students as always that nothing really changes, and the grass is still as comfortable to sit on, despite wearing stiletto heels. Also not being asked for ID is a plus, but then maybe I haven't spent enough time there in the last while.
Bumping into familiar old faces and swapping summer stories is always a fun experience, though I am not done by far. Neither is the drinking.
Finding this cool new Mac computer room in the Arts block is absolutely awesome, and maybe it's the alcohol kicking in but this keyboard is just the best thing ever. I want a Mac!

Those of you who do Theology will surely be mourning the loss of Eddie Hutch, Nestor, Biggar and the idea that Boris Becker is now in charge. God it sucks right now, but hopefully it will get better. MJK might decide to move away, a miracle will cause Eddie Hutch to return and Nestor will just stay anyway. Not believable? At least one can dream!
Now to probably the most amusing anecdote of the day, the first day isn't even over and there was already a fire alarm going off. Not that anybody mindd, it meant a chance to get out of class or congregate on the grass crowded next to each other and talk. In fairness if there was a fire going on, we probably wouldn't have reacted any differently. But the most amusing part of it, apart from finding friends among the hundreds crammed outside, is hearing after we were allowed back in, on the lift up the maintenance telling staff that for once it wasn't the students, but a kettle that wouldn't switch itself off after boiling that set off the alarm. Shock and horror it was a staff member not a student. No-one could believe the man. I feel slightly disgruntled!
For the first day it was quite amusing, and I am going to try and keep this up, keeping a blog. Trinity College Dublin has never been this fun!

So this is to many great drunken nights out, hung-over lectures the next morning, working until three am to complete an essay, winging it in class and having the best time of your lives. Life wouldn't be the same without what we are doing now, and neither would it be with the people we know. To the best time of your miserable fucking life!
Cheers!

Fuck Note- So Hilarious.

This is the original version I had to copy and paste and edit back to its former glory, never mess with something already perfect. This will make you laugh and goes to show it doesn't go out of style!

Fuck
Perhaps one of the most interesting and colourful words in the English language is the word "Fuck." It is the one magical word, which, just by it's sound describes pain, pleasure, love, and hate. In language, "Fuck" falls into many grammatical categories. It can be used as a verb, both transitive (John fucked Mary) and intransitive (Mary was fucked by John). It can be an active verb (Mary doesn't really give a fuck); or an adverb (Mary is really fucking interested in John); and as a noun, (Mary is a terrific fuck). It can be used as an adjective (Mary is fucking beautiful).

As you see, there are very few words with the versatility of "Fuck". Besides it's sexual connotations, this incredible word can be used to describe many situations:
It can be used in an anatomical description - "He's a fucking asshole."
It can be used to tell time - "It's five fucking thirty."
It can be used in business - "How did I end up with this fucking job?"
It can be maternal - as in "Motherfucker."

Valuable Vocabulary Chart
Greetings "How the fuck are you?"
Fraud "I got fucked by the car dealer."
Dismay "Oh, fuck it."
Trouble "Hell, I guess I'm fucked now."
Aggression "Fuck you."
Disgust "Fuck me."
Confusion "What the fuck..?"
Difficulty "I don't understand this fucking business."
Despair "Fucked again."
Exasperation "For fuck's sake."
Enjoyment "This is fucking great."
Hostility "I'm going to knock your fucking head off."
Stupidity "Geir Bergerud is a Fuckwad!"
Incompetence "He's such a fuck-up."
Ignorance "Fuck if I know."
Displeasure "What the fuck is going on here?"
Lost "Where the fuck are we?"
Disbelief "Unfuckingbelievable!"
Retaliation "Up your fucking ass."
Surprise "Fuckin A!"
Surprise "Well, I'll be fucked."
Suspicion "What the fuck are you doing?"
Contempt "Fuck you and the horse you rode in on!"

Famous Quotes
"What the fuck was that?" Mayor of Hiroshima
"Where did all these fucking Indians come from?" General Custer
"Where the fuck is all this water coming from?" Captain of the Titanic
"That's not a real fucking gun." John Lennon
"Who's gonna fucking find out?" Richard Nixon
"Heads are going to fucking roll." Anne Boleyn
"Any fucking idiot could understand that." Albert Einstein
"It does so fucking look like her!" Picasso
"How the fuck did you work that out?" Pythagoras
"You want what on the fucking ceiling?" Michaelangelo
"Fuck a duck." Walt Disney
"Why?- Because its fucking there!" Edmund Hilary
"I don't suppose its gonna fucking rain?" Joan of Arc
"Scattered fucking showers my ass." Noah
"I need this parade like I need a fucking hole in my head." John F. Kennedy

The mind boggles at the many creative uses of the word FUCK! Use it regularly in your daily speech. It will add to your prestige.

Song; Addiction

Firstly, just to ask, did anybody ever notice what a great inspiration a break-up is when you write songs? I don't just mean the usual sad songs or impossibly soppy love songs, but once you broke up with a guy, you can suddenly write all type of songs even the happy ones?
I'm loving this creative burst of mine, even if its the cause of something rather painful, but it sure helps with the process of getting over someone.
I've already written a few songs, but this is the first completed one, so expect a few more soon!

Addiction

Your intoxicating scent
Sets my senses on fire
Those baby blue eyes
Touch deep within my desire

You’re nothing but an addiction

One slightest touch
And I’m falling down
Falling so fast
I must have missed the ground

You’re nothing but an infatuation

All I need is a smile
And I’m your possession
How can you drown in love
When its only an obsession?

CHORUS
I want myself back again
From this addiction
How can I learn to live on my own
When you’re my affliction
I want to be free
To live and be me.

All I need is a smile
And I’m your possession
How can you drown in love
When its only an obsession?

You’re nothing but a compulsion

Your charming frame
Gives anyone a wandering eye
Makes me lose myself
Its on you I come to rely

CHORUSx2

(Bridge)

All I need is a smile
And I’m soaring high
While around you
I don’t know the meaning of shy
The attraction between us
I cannot deny
With you I fly high
With you I fly high

CHORUS x2