Pelenal

St Patrick's day today apparently. I opted not to leave the house other than to go to soccer training lest I get harassed/spoken to/killed by some awful guy claiming to be Irish once a year. 'Hi, I'm Irish. My grandmother was an O'Flaherty did you know her?' I always say 'yes, yes I did... But then again everybody did...' - Dylan Moran on Americans with Irish heritage. The day before yesterday I had a go at painting for the first time. I bought some canvases, nabbed some paint from Uni and managed to get three bottles of Merlot for $20 at the local. I spent from midday onwards slowly becoming more and more intoxicated, all the while mixi

Joining the rest of my old classmates and going to Uni at the end of the month. Keen due to the amount of time I'll be spending at Bar-on-the-hill but also because I won't be working so much anymore. Kinda over washing cars tbh. :/ Also writer's block is pretty much back in full force. Getting pretty angry.

So Christmas came and went like a pretty light summer breeze, the likes of which haven't been about these parts AT ALL yet. However I'd rather the current overcast weather than a typical Australian summer. Which would have us slowly turning into piles of ash every time we go outside. For a few days I managed to combat my writer's block. I managed to get something done. I am scared now that it's coming back. Oh well.