Ow. My everything.
Google Maps on phone
So I drove to the Japanese Embassy earlier to start the application for my Student Visa. I used Google Maps on my phone. I literally just spoke into the phone “Japanese Embassy” and it came up with directions from my current location. From then I just followed the purple line while my phone sat on the dashboard and I cruised along sipping Ribena and munching on Viscounts. My Visa...
Dear everyone. Prepare to have a camera in your face for the next 6 weeks and to have to pose for ones I wanna take away. If you don’t get a camera in your face it means you’re too ugly and will scare the Asian population.
Why oh why the fuck can’t I install a Japanese language font on you?!
itchyblood asked: Sound for complimenting those cupcakes. They were lemon ones with lemon icing. Amazing. Also, can't believe you changed your name to Lugsy. wtf? Doesn't roll off the tongue half as easily.
digitalfaun asked: Fuckin hell Lugosi, on the ball with blogging today. Lite AND Dylan Moran, solid stuff.
No matter what the content, I hate getting them. The scope and potential for awful news is petrifying. I got an email from my Japanese lecturer, Kozo Matsuda telling me everything’s OK with my application. Settled my nerves about some things I was worried about but only served to heighten the absolute deathly fear of what’s going to happen in the next few months. Time to get fucking...
I love architecture. I wish I decided to follow it up after school. I’ve been thinking about what I’ll do after college and I reckon if I can do something to do with Nutrition and Sports Health while in Japan I’ll keep it up once I’m done in DCU.
I found this on a blog I just started following. It’s easily the most crushing thing I’ve ever read.
Guitars, music and graphs...
This is my guitar. I wish I was better at it. I spent a few hours playing it today. Even though I play a few instruments which I’m kinda average at, I don’t get annoyed at my lack of ability. Playing instruments seems to be the only thing that contradicts this graph: Or maybe it adheres to it. I actually don’t think this graph is relevant. I was trying to show how no...
Old Kimmage Lady
Nearly every day I’ve been waiting on an 83 into town there’s been this tiny old lady with her arched back, hair done, make up pristine, smiling universally, waiting on the same bus. Today the bus was a bit late and she hobbled off, trapses through big puddles because the AV4 Jeep at the off license is blocking the path, in the direction of Rathmines and of course the bus comes as soon...
Real men are faggots.– Stephen Mac Kell.