Sean-Lugosi

I watched Groundhog Day before going out tonight. I love Bill Murray, as I’d say a load of people do. The scenes where he’s trying to save the old guy’s life are amazing.

I don’t want to be Bob Geldof and say some shit about Christmas being a hard time for a lot of people but… well…

It’s a real strange time. I personally love it, but… some differences this year. I had to go to Belfast, Newry, Lisburn and Drogheda for work today and Belfast, as ever, sucked. When I went to Newry, I promised my sister I’d get a load of beer and stuff cheap for her. When I loaded up the trolley full of crates and bottles of stuff, the queues were unreal long. There was mad tension as everyone was really trying to will the queues to go faster, then I noticed this old dude, in his late 50s maybe, just idly standing, inspecting cans of Sticky Pudding, trying to find whichever can was in the best condition. While everyone was just throwing shit into their trolley in any fashion, losing their minds over Christmas (me included), this dude was just doing his thing, his weekly shop, nothing changed. I still don’t really know what make of it, or what kind of significance it has but it got to me.

Caroline’s dog was put to sleep a few days ago. This dog meant the world to her and it fucking killed her to have to put him down at Christmas. He had doggy cancer. Just like normal cancer, but cuter. That’s not funny. People and their pets. I’ve never been really attached to any pet but I know how much they mean to some people. She had to tell the kids across the road that they left him down on the farm in Kerry because their mother had just been diagnosed with cancer and if they heard a dog they really liked died of cancer… yeah. Fucking hell. They’re only about 8 or 9 years old. I can’t even get my head around going through something like that.

I’ve never gone through anything of that magnitude and it sucks that I don’t have the wherewithal to come up with adequate ways to comfort her when she’s upset about it. People are far stronger than my lame ass.

I proper hope everyone I know has an enjoyable and safe Christmas. Including people I don’t like or who don’t like me. Nobody deserves to have a shitty Christmas when everyone around them is having the festive time of their lives and there are good people who are having a rough time who deserve better than they’re getting right now.

Merry Christmas Moshspace, DCU, Tallaght.

Glenda Gilson.

In all seriousness, I have a real… I don’t think I have a word strong enough for it… but whatever it is, the Abi Titmuss’ of the world… Jesus.

The 1 year anniversary of Katy French’s death was the other day and of course there were a ton of editorials and conspiracy theory pieces rehashed and ridiculous quotes from “close friends” about how she is a martyr and somehow just brushing over the fact that she was a drug addict and pretty much died abusing something she knew could kill her. I’m sure this is the type of thing that’s been written about on the internet a million times, but this was the kind of thing that was published in a national newspaper with an almost equal-in-size spread to the story of Aidan O Kane. I couldn’t draw parallel between a burgeoning drug trafficking trade and the availability of firearms to minors, but there was something unsettling about the fact that on one hand, we’re able to highlight (although not quite act on) glaring problems in youth culture within suburban Ireland, but overlook the pitfalls of the same culture which these media darlings have embraced and use to fuel their addictions, and not only to ignore them, but to almost romanticise their downfall. Fuck. That.

Saying nice shit about people like that or however way these things are spun to sell papers is (obviously) far more important than what’s morally right. I’m sure there are plenty of other people with more insightful thoughts about this subject matter, but I guess that shit irked me just enough.

I don’t know how much of this would come off as being hypocritical, given that I (as well as 90% of close friends) embrace a drinking culture that contributes to so many deaths a year, but I hope if I am ever stupid enough to get behind the wheel of a car after downing 6 beers and I get myself killed, that at least one of my friends will have the gaul to say “He fucking had it coming.”

I seriously hate Glenda Gilson, though.

Now, I can’t help feel how apt my last blog about being cool was. I’m sure this whole new rating of blog methodology is going to send some people’s style into a spin and we’ll all end up writing shit cool blogs like Zach’s. BUT WHAT ABOUT THE REST OF US? I hear you. I like documenting things about daily life, because I find interesting things in the mundane shit I do from day to day. I like reflection and introspect. I don’t particularly care whether I reach a profound conclusion, so long as I can at least think. Road to Ithaca and all that.

I had an English teacher that I think about all the time. I’m only talking about this because as a graduation present she gave me a book of foreign swear words and a book of poems. I think it’s some sort of irony or satire, I don’t know. Anyway, she bookmarked Ithaca (it might be called Road to Ithaca I can’t remember). It’s a poem for procrastinaters, surely. It’s like a published and renowned justification for taking too long to get shit done. I always meant to go back to school to see her again. I’ll do it someday…

Girls are mental. Like, shit crazy. You know this, because you’re able to read, therefore able to comprehend meaning, and you’ve the internet and thus, like me, you’ve probably, at one point in your life, had this type of image staring back at you

The internet exploded the first time someone tried that.

Blog too long. MUST END QUI

I was hanging out last night in Baldoyle and me and Caroline bumped into two of her friends. Well…I was driving and we saw them and I nearly crashed trying to pull over…but whatever. One of them says she saw someone reading my blog in college. It must have been a mistake, because nobody knows me. But she was adamant it was mine. All these cool classes must be paying off.

I don’t really know what it takes to be cool. I don’t think I ever had it. Well maybe once, but didn’t know I had it and blew it.  I doubt if I ever had it it was in school. I had a moped when I was in school. Yeah it definitely wasn’t then.

I wonder what words people use to talk about me. I’m gonna start using words to describe things that don’t quite fit. Or use people’s names. “Man, that goal was proper Shane.” or “I’m having a bit of a global day” and not explain the context of the word.

I read an article a while ago by a woman that said that if there was anyone she ever met that she didn’t think had a sense of humour, that she’d never enjoy that person. So, that means that people that are friends find each other funny. I must be hilarious coz I’ve loads of friends. Does that make me cool? I think so. Man, people must be so lucky to know me.

I slept on my couch the other night and have had a sore neck since. Then I did some exercise and wrecked it more.  I just wanted to publically state that I exercise. It doesn’t show though. Sorry ladies.

I have a beard now. I’m posting this from my PC and the pics of it are on my laptop. I’ll add them later.

I have to go toilet now.

…you douchebag.

I didn’t give too much thought to Iano’s new Fanta flavours obsession until last night when we were all in Quiznos and we were all talking about Dave Gorman’s Important Astrological Experiment. I never saw the full thing but I watched some clips that night. A few nights ago I watched this 6 part show that Demetri Martin did about the word ‘If’ and how he pretty much spent his life obsessing about irrelevant things, developing useless talents and generally doing things for his own enjoyment, and that the one thing he thought would make him happy since he was 11 ultimately only served to supply a forum for the development of these little obsessions and side talents which is what really made him happy. Dave can do that water dripping noise by flicking his cheek. I’ve been trying to do that for a while now but I suck at it. I showed him how to do that owl call thing with your hands cupped. These little things are inevitably going to become tools one of us will use to absolutely stun a member of the opposite sex into a comatose state of utter seduction, surrendering their will upon the performance of these clearly impressive feats of personal talent. They’re completely fucking useless, but little stuffs like this is cool as hell.

With that, I feel comfortable knowing my life is a success, at least if only a personal success, that I can flip a pen continuously between my fingers and knuckles, can juggle 3 balls, can raise my eyebrows independently in a form of dance, walk on my hands.

Regarding these little focussed obsessions, once I’ve a little time on my hands I’m sure I’ll find something ridiculous to collect or make. I was gonna build my own amp or guitar about a year ago…

I love Mogwai.

I hit Antics up last night with college people last night and had to get a taxi home on my own. I usually hate taxis in general because I can’t just talk to strange lads about shit I don’t care about, but I got this Chinese lad and he was playing some Sex Pistols and he seemed to be having the buzz, so I struck up a conversation with him. He turned out to be one of the soundest dudes ever. He told me he lived in South China, that there are loads of media construed misconceptions about happiness of life in China, that even in poorer districts, the majority of people enjoy how their life is. He told me he used to live in Lucan with a load of other lads from China and the rent was mad cheap but now he pays 700 a month in Harolds Cross. His name was Tom and was such a cool dude. I was half tempted to get his digits and hang out with him sometime. I wussed out though. No taxi driver will ever compare to you, Tom. <3

Now the complete polar opposite, as I got out of the taxi, I got a call from my friend Maggie who got a taxi to her apartment near DCU, and our mate Eimear had gotten sick out the window of a taxi, but managed to get most of it on the inside of the door so the lad was going crazy at them, shouting and demanding so much money. They were nearly crying and so scared. I told Maggie to call out the taxi number really loud so he’d know she was telling someone what he was up to. He drove them to an ATM to get money for the soilage charged. They were in bits the whole time. Maggie told me she thought he was gonna be cool because he was playing Bob Marley and singing along.

Moral of the story is crust > reggae. And Tom > This other lad.

I love As Tall As Lions. And Friday Night Lights. Though Series 2 is not what I wanted. It’s all going pear shaped.

Zach got me thinking about my dad with his blog… I had planned this blog earlier anyway, but he came home from work (he works in the Dundrum Central Mental Hospital, lockin’ up mad criminals and shit) and said he’s gonna go over to Old Trafford on the 6th Dec. Me and my little brother are gonna buzz with him. My bro supports Chelsea like a scummy shit.

I wish I noticed years ago how funny my parents are. My dad rarely laughs, so it’s hard to realise he’s joking, but now I know he’s always ripping the piss. He sits quietly, just waiting for a good opportunity to pounce. Most of the time nobody hears him, but I’ve been picking up on it lately and drawing attention to it, and my mam is none pleased because she’s usually trying to be serious about some shit and my dad’s usually had a can or two with the lads after work and thinks he’s hilarious and winds her the shit up and then slouches on the couch with a smirk on his face.

Me and Caroline were hanging out in mine the other day, trying to think of something cool to do, but we had gone to the cinema the day before and we had some drinks left from a few nights before, so we went looking for old videos, like shitty movies we could watch. My mam started going through all the old VHS tapes we had and found like Superman II, Supergirl, It Lives Again…, The Thing… all manner of shit. Then we found home videos. At this stage I had already had 2/3 bottles of this really expensive Australian beer called Crown. It’s real nice, but too dear. Anyway, we found a wedding video from 20 years ago of my aunt and uncle. I was only a little bugger at the time but featured heavily in it because I was the only kid under 5 at the whole wedding in the whole family and community of about 100 people. My family from America were over and the fucking mullets, aviator shades and suede suits were out in full force. Lols were rampant. Here’s a video of my mam taking a photo of my aunty and my uncle dancing or some shit. Notice my sister in her weird little dress following her, me running after my sister in my blue shorts, they head off in one direction, and I don’t wanna be left behind…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZpY-1QSwdk

I hope that embedded right…

edit: I didn’t, so there’s the link. It’s 12 seconds long.

Then we watched videos of my first band playing gigs in Dorans and the old Voodoo Lounge. Fucking Cringe. Holy hell.

I love embarrassing shit.

College is class. Having a bit of a laugh in lectures and my French is improving loads. My Japanese is still coming along grand. One of the new Japanese dudes in a class started asking me about my sweet new Mexico 66 Tigers that Caroline bought me last week. Then he said ????? which means “Be my friend” and I was so tempted to laugh my ass off but he was such a cool dude and it’s a common expression but I’d never heard it said to me before so I just said yeah. His name is Kuzo and him and his mate Tomo are so awesome.

Bands coming over soon that I’m excited about are The Effort (granted I only got into these recently, but I’ve not stopped listening to Iconoclasm since), Verse and of course Have Heart. Playing 2 of these shows with Find A Way and a load of shows with RAN will be class. Getting 2 EPs out before the end of the year will also be class, even though it’s taking forever. No more muffins with ice cream because of the new practice space

I don’t know why I feel the need to actually make this post to be honest, but it feels necessary at the moment.

A lot of people have asked me about Caroline and why I never talk about her. Well, I don’t really feel the need to. If people wanted to meet her, she’s at probably more shows than a lot of people in the local music scene. So far, only a few people have met her or talked to her, and I don’t feel the need to have to parade her around to everyone. She’s her own person and can look after herself. Also, I know a lot of people like to gossip so I prefer that I don’t talk about that part of my personal life unless it’s to people that I know would keep things to themselves.

Which brings me to the point of this post. Last night I got a text at about 4 am from a girl I considered to be very good friends with (generally, most people I know would have met her and know her by name, but I’d rather not name her to save hassle, but if you think you know who I’m talking about, you’re probably right) , accusing me of bringing home a new girl every week. Now at first I thought it was a joke, but my own brother was accused of giving this information, which I know is straight up bullshit. This morning I asked my brother about it, and he said he wasn’t even talking to this girl, and can’t even remember what she looks like since the last time he saw her. Now this concludes one of two things. People are innately gossipy and shit gets fabricated. Or this girl is a full on liar.  I could allude to girls generally being morons, but I don’t want to preach. Plus I rang Caroline, pretty drunk at this stage, and tried to tell her but she was asleep and was in the nursing home early the next morning. I told her earlier today and she laughed it off. So some girls are good and sane.

I just wanted to nip this in the bud before more dickheads hear some obvious made up shit and start questioning me. God knows I’ve had people talking in such a manner about me before, so fuck that. Me and Caroline are tight as fuck. We talk on the phone every day and I’ve never dicked her around. For anyone that wants details, we’re together since the start of this year, hang out all the time, I hate her dancing and when she eats garlic, she hates movies I like and that I have a single bed. I like that she likes pizza (would prefer if she liked pepperoni) and she comes out with me even though she’d probably rather be doing something else, she likes my band(s) and friends. It’s a sweet deal.

I’m sure the odd person might read this and call into question my character, but these would probably be the same people that have some issue with me because of some other retarded shit, so whatever. Everyone knows who everyone is, everyone knows what’s up. I would give anything for nobody to have such animosity within such a previously tight-knit group of people, but that’s what happens sometimes. We grow up and shit goes on.

It’s bent having to make a post to justify myself, but I felt it was warranted.

I watched Lars and the Real Girl 2 nights ago. We both thought it was amazing.

Demented are getting over Horse The Band, Verse, Ceremony, Have Heart, Strike Anywhere and every other band in the world. I’m working on getting another big name over but it’s proving difficult. I’m stoked on these shows, though. Find A Way should be playing Have Heart.

I got a hair cut. My mam did it. She’s real good but she usually catches the comb in one of my piercings or something.

Smell ya later. Smell ya later forever.

I wonder what people would say about me after I’m dead? Like, I’m sure there’s some hilarious play on words people could do with Lugosi. “Now you see him, now you…dont…Lugo SSEEE…. him…uh….”

I’d say someone clever will do something funny with it. Gone-Lugosi or something.

I always picture famous people doing my eulogy when I’m on the toilet. I’d always want some obscure C-lister doing it. Then people would be like “Aw man, Sean knew that guy? We should have been nicer to him when he was here.”

YOU SHOULD BE NICER TO ME, YOU FUCKING DICKHEADS!

I hope I don’t die.

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