I started a blog for my students. It was easy to maintain and look after. Maybe I'll give this another go ( Read more... )

I haven't logged into this for so long I even forgot my own name ( Read more... )

The thump thump of the neighbour’s music two floors down woke me up once again that morning. The music was still blaring when I got home that evening and started going on until well into the small hours. It wasn’t as if this were the first time and I had complained before but the injustice of it all was getting to me. It wasn’t fair. Someone else ( Read more... )

The first had a beautiryl beardline ( Read more... )

Spent Clean Monday not wanting to think.
I'd watch TV, I'd browse the internet;
anything but clean and live the moment.
Didn't want to think about not being loved.

I watched an anti-creationist video.
Instead of thinking about how we are going to spend 
eternity with or without God
it said
we should enjoy every moment until the end of what we have.

Then L ( Read more... )

 
An. has left. I met him through gardar. The first time we hung out together, he spent a long time talking about his mother and I completely lost interest in him. But he rang the following week and before we knew it, we had become fast friends.

Despite being content here, he felt he wasn’t living to his full potential. He left. It’s not every day ( Read more... )

I woke up the next morning with the mother of all hangovers. I had small glasses (why in English, the word glass means so many things?) and so I thought I was drinking small amounts of gin and tonic (my happy, I-don’t-think-I-can-carry-this-party-off drink). In my mind, I know when to toe the line when it comes to drinking. On my forty-first year ( Read more... )

I am so drunk! Perhaps it’s better you don’t bother read this ( Read more... )

Usually, when I go to Ireland, I only hang out with my family. This year, however, I had to spend two weeks alone. My parents did come to visit me. My mother walked in the door on a Sunday evening and the first thing she said, with a guilty glint in her eye was “We have to leave on Tuesday morning.” It was quite a reversal of a parent-child ( Read more... )

My day for departure arrived. My dad offered to drive me the six hour journey to the airport. So as to spend more time with my parents, I accepted but on the way, as usual, there was nothing of dept being discussed ( Read more... )