Did it. Finally caught hold of the sly bastard that is employment. In Dublin, of all places. Time to kick back and enjoy life? Not quite. Fucking exams to deal with first. Five of the mother-fuckers. The REAL kick in the balls? One of them is on the day of the Heineken Cup Final. An all Irish Heineken Cup final. That my beloved Leinster are playing in. Oh dear. Probably an exam I'll be leaving early.
I actually had the joy of going to see the other semi-final, the one between Ulster and Edinburgh, in the Aviva stadium. For twenty quid, it was a bargain that I couldn't refuse. It was a life-changing experience. The northern Irish accent, which I once considered to be the sexiest Irish accent there was, was being drunkenly flung around with indistinguishable slurs. It was painful on my ears. The respect I had for that accent is now long gone. They never even said "situation". The game itself was amazing. I won't delve too much into it, because if you're into rugby at all, you more than likely watched the fucking game.
Found me a house for the Summer, and for the next college term. Nice house, should be quiet. Nothing to complain about.... IF I can afford the fucking place. Rent is €1400 a month between 5 of us. Lets just hope they give me enough hours in this new job of mine so I can make enough money to chill out here for the year, and not end up back in fucking student accommodation again. (There's two "m"'s in accommmodation? Really? You learn something new everyday...)
So, yeah, looks like I haven't got much to be complaining about, apart from exams. What to do... Fuck it, I might make a list. A list of the shit I want to do before my time as a teenager comes to an end. (I turn 20 in October). Can anybody think of any cool shit for me to do before I turn 20? I'll start a separate blog and inform y'all of my progress, @Charlie_Proton style! (Thanks for the inspiration, Charlie!)
In the words of my ever-eccentric aul' lad,
Keep her Hoppin'!
I actually had the joy of going to see the other semi-final, the one between Ulster and Edinburgh, in the Aviva stadium. For twenty quid, it was a bargain that I couldn't refuse. It was a life-changing experience. The northern Irish accent, which I once considered to be the sexiest Irish accent there was, was being drunkenly flung around with indistinguishable slurs. It was painful on my ears. The respect I had for that accent is now long gone. They never even said "situation". The game itself was amazing. I won't delve too much into it, because if you're into rugby at all, you more than likely watched the fucking game.
Found me a house for the Summer, and for the next college term. Nice house, should be quiet. Nothing to complain about.... IF I can afford the fucking place. Rent is €1400 a month between 5 of us. Lets just hope they give me enough hours in this new job of mine so I can make enough money to chill out here for the year, and not end up back in fucking student accommodation again. (There's two "m"'s in accommmodation? Really? You learn something new everyday...)
So, yeah, looks like I haven't got much to be complaining about, apart from exams. What to do... Fuck it, I might make a list. A list of the shit I want to do before my time as a teenager comes to an end. (I turn 20 in October). Can anybody think of any cool shit for me to do before I turn 20? I'll start a separate blog and inform y'all of my progress, @Charlie_Proton style! (Thanks for the inspiration, Charlie!)
In the words of my ever-eccentric aul' lad,
Keep her Hoppin'!
Good post, though I think you used the F word a bit excessively. Use a thesaurus to find words that help you to express yourself better and you'll strike a winner! :)
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