I've had a lovely two days off and the escape from work has done me a world of good. Especially considering its tax credit renewal deadline day right now. Yes thats right the phone lines will be jammed right now with panicking fools trying to renew their tax credit claim having left it to the very last sodding minute to do so. Ah the British. What an island of fools we are.
I've spent today during absolutely bugger sweet all. Again getting people out has proved harder than a teenage boy. But today i didnt really attempt to do anything with anyone. At least i've now been paid and have money to drink away again instead of having to be strong the past week (though going out 3 times in 1 week i suppose isnt being strong?)
My bank balance has now been topped up. For how long i don't know but right now i'm loaded and ready for the week ahead. Which includes a weekend of being stuck in work. Yes just as my two day holiday ends and everyone else winds down for the weekend i have the next 4 days stuck in work. I should be annoyed and wound up but at least i have some events coming up to keep me going.
Firstly i have tomorrow night where people are trying to get me out for lyndseys leaving do. Whether i'll go is another thing. I know i'm out saturday for sure for siobhans party. Can i handle two drunk nights out in a row with work the next day at 8am? Sure i can handle one of those nights but two in a row with probably 8 hours sleep over a 60 hour period sure can't be very good for me.
Maybe i'll stay strong this time. Or maybe not.
Monday i'm still in work but i won't care as much because it'll be worth seeing the miserable bastards roll in ready for another week in work and i know i've got the next day off.
Generic worker: "Oh no 5 days in work ahead"
Me: (smoking fake cigar) "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Who needs a woman I say. The above scenario brings me far more pleasure everytime and damn it costs a lot less too.
Now right now i'm gazing out my window and seeing it become suddenly a little bit more dark. Summer is approaching the final straight and the nights are starting to become darker. Before we know it we're stuck in setember looking christmas right up the arse. And the cycle continues again.
I promised myself for this entry i'd save the emotional babble. You know i hate to get emotional and rather keep my entries free and wonderful. I like to teach you about the world of self confessed RoonMeister. I like to teach you a little about yourself and finish off with a sexy conclusion. Recently i've gone down the path of feeling sorry for myself and cryptic remarks. For that i'm eternally sorry.
As for my plans for the night ahead as i contemplate my existence and the week ahead, i will settle down in my army style shorts and flick the tv on. Realise there is nothing on before cursing no one wanting to go. Before i probably return back to the time filler of MSN or is that windows live messenger. Just like everything else in life they had to spoil by corrupting it into something its not. Like what the heck is windows live. I know its made by windows but 'live' what the heck is up with that. Which clever dick got paid a couple of million of pounds for making a shitty slogan and name? I want a job like that. what qualification do you need? A degree in stating the fucking obvious? A degree in picking a random word from the dictionary.
Ah calm yourself young David.
Anyway if you're bored or wanting enlightenment why not watch some californication? Absolutely hands down the tv show of the year. Maybe its because of the drinking, sex and self pity that i see something in that handsome bastard Duchvony. The self loathing writer who doesnt write anything but garbage these days, stuck in a world of pointless existence.
Plus its also very damn funny.
Until next time fans and fannettes this has been your guru signing off from another shift yet again with peace and love to you all.
Heres your thought for the night: Why do we bother?
Thursday, 31 July 2008
Wednesday, 30 July 2008
Boredom beyond belief
Greetings once more friends. It's a lovely cloudy wednesday and i'm sitting on my computer doing bugger sweet all. At least i'm off work even though i'm crippled by complete and utter boredom. Boredom is like a rabid illness. It pushes you down and sucks your energy. Not even in a cheeky wa either.
My plan to get Armstrong out has failed miserably. All I could get was a "possible" for a trek to the pub tonight. His answer was finest apathy. A crushing blow. A brick wall collapsed over me. My ticket to freedom and paradise had been shot down. The one chink of sunlight had been closed over. I began to suffocate in my room. Darkness descending.
What has changed in this week day world I now find myself in?
The answer? Everyone has aged. Now the students are working. No one is free in the week day except for the mature students. Whilst the mature students are near bankruptcy. It's a cruel and harsh world I find myself in.
So with the blinds closed and whilst half dressed I surf the internet and watch sky sports news. I suppose to some this is relaxing but an adventure outside these four walls is what I wanted. Adding everyone I know called "Rooney" on facebook is probably a waste of one's time and skills but at least it fills me with a bit of light hearted relief for a bit.
The tv is on in the background repeating the same generic sky sports news headlines. I continue to surf websites until i realsie this is the fifth time i've gone to digitalspy. I've literally ran out of websites. Oh the embarrassment.
Not even the drug filled words of David Bowie can lift the mood. As cheerful as he sounds.
Yet again I sit still whilst the world moves quickly around me...never keeping up.
My plan to get Armstrong out has failed miserably. All I could get was a "possible" for a trek to the pub tonight. His answer was finest apathy. A crushing blow. A brick wall collapsed over me. My ticket to freedom and paradise had been shot down. The one chink of sunlight had been closed over. I began to suffocate in my room. Darkness descending.
What has changed in this week day world I now find myself in?
The answer? Everyone has aged. Now the students are working. No one is free in the week day except for the mature students. Whilst the mature students are near bankruptcy. It's a cruel and harsh world I find myself in.
So with the blinds closed and whilst half dressed I surf the internet and watch sky sports news. I suppose to some this is relaxing but an adventure outside these four walls is what I wanted. Adding everyone I know called "Rooney" on facebook is probably a waste of one's time and skills but at least it fills me with a bit of light hearted relief for a bit.
The tv is on in the background repeating the same generic sky sports news headlines. I continue to surf websites until i realsie this is the fifth time i've gone to digitalspy. I've literally ran out of websites. Oh the embarrassment.
Not even the drug filled words of David Bowie can lift the mood. As cheerful as he sounds.
Yet again I sit still whilst the world moves quickly around me...never keeping up.
Sunday, 20 July 2008
Drinking in a night club alone at 3:30am. What the heck was i thinking
A quiet night out with Kev McEvoy turned into yet another binge drinking mess of an evening. I think I met up with about 4 different people but I can't remember a bloody thing from it at all. I'm now nursing a huge hangover but am thankful i only spent 50 quid. At least I think I did anyway. Though to be fair in the state i was in i could have withdrawn about 200 quid, bought everyone drinks and then used my card to buy a flight to madrid or something. Best not to check my bank balance for a little bit I think.
I think the downfall of my night began by Kev missing the 9:30 train. It meant I went to Pop World alone to wait for him. Now I do enjoy Pop World on a saturday night before 11pm due to the fact it's as cheap as anything (double vodka red bull for 1.95) and its full of overly friendly girls who all seem a bit too young. So i was chugging back these vodka redbulls. Whenever i'm sat alone i drink quicker to feel less awkward (yes even I get awkward sometimes...or at least thats my excuse to drink)
That's where we Saw Gav and Liam. This is the first spot of the night.
Next onto the revolution where we drank vodka and milk or some shit like that. Bad times.
Lago and a flow of doubles. Now kev isn't much of a wild drinker but the speed he was downing these pints was quite a sight. I couldnt keep up and i was drinking doubles (less to drink...). At 12:30am I got a phone call from Lisa and Kev told me to go to meet her. I was quite happy where I was but the speed of drinking was hitting kev...so off i trotted and met up with Lisa and walked her to matthew street. A bit random.
(In Lago with Kev already quite drunk...the t shirt and shirt combo used again)
It's at this point we saw Ged, Bond and Rachel. (Random second spot of the night here). I was completely hammered at this point.
Next onto some bar in matthew street. I found it awkward at this point. I had asked for a double vodka and coke and a wkd. I got 2 doubles and a vk blue. But i was too drunk to argue and drank them both. I wanted to head back and meet up with kev so i downed my double and staggered back into town.
(I don't know why I had this on. This is somewhere on the way to Matthew Street. How cool am I)
I think i saw someone else i knew but i can't remember. So if I saw you. I'm sorry...
Spoke to some tramp at the cash machine who was trying to get money from me. He claimed for a room. He wanted drugs. He was shot down.
Kev was with his sister in burger king and was heading home. Now why didn't I call it quits at 1:30am. Why did I decide "hmm David you don't know anyone else out why not go home..."
Instead the alcohol told me to stay out. It's at this point I began drunk texting and phoning people. I hate this drunk side of me. It always happens. You check the sent items the next day and see
1) The text to the ex
2) The text to a friend confessing your love
3) A text to a random person you don't know trying to get a response.
It's always about the love too in the texts. Damn.
So I ended up in the krazy house. I think the reasoning behind it was the fact that I might know someone in there, sarah from work. So this would make less of an alcoholic if i'm staying out to meet up with someone else. I don't know if I had planned to meet her. I must have text her but i haven't a clue. I'm not looking forward to finding out from her tomorrow...
So in the krazy house i was alone drinking a bottle of champagne and speaking to random people. They all love drunk The RoonMeister and he was busy chatting to everyone and anyone. Man, woman, straight, gay, terrorist...it didn't matter i was shaking their hand.
(Armed with a bottle of wine, probably alone still at this point I go around and take random pictures of my 'new' friends. I don't know who this woman is. I'm sorry to you. You can see my 5 quid bottle of champagne on the right of the picture. It's lovely and flat.)
Met up with Sarah and laughed at blood on her top. She bought me a drink i kept in my pocket. Sat down with her haven't a clue what i spoke to her about before standing up and thinking "time to go David". The automatic system in my head which tells me to get the fuck out of places once i've reached my limit.
Getting a taxi home was a complete mess. No one wanted to know which i blamed today on it being 3am on a saturday night. Turned out from Will to be 5:15am. Not good. I finally got through to a taxi company and then decided to go to mcdonalds as well. What a dick I am.
Got back and saw my taxi waiting and jumped the hell in. Taxi driver wasn't too pleased with me keeping him waiting but damnit i'm The RoonMeister. This is just what I do. Sat on the computer and ate some of my food before deciding it was too cold and dry before passing out in bed...
I wake up to a hangover. Which is a surprise. I don't usually have a hangover. I blame it on the combination of champagne, vodka, alcopop and milk/vodka cocktail before going back to sleep.
Another night gone. More memories made. Ah life. It's simplistic pleasures of drink and dancing keep me going during my lost weekend period. The lost weekend for me is April 2008 to probably November 2008 where protest against life by having as much wild fun as possible. Good times ahead.
Until next time folks,
Mucho love.
I think the downfall of my night began by Kev missing the 9:30 train. It meant I went to Pop World alone to wait for him. Now I do enjoy Pop World on a saturday night before 11pm due to the fact it's as cheap as anything (double vodka red bull for 1.95) and its full of overly friendly girls who all seem a bit too young. So i was chugging back these vodka redbulls. Whenever i'm sat alone i drink quicker to feel less awkward (yes even I get awkward sometimes...or at least thats my excuse to drink)
That's where we Saw Gav and Liam. This is the first spot of the night.
Next onto the revolution where we drank vodka and milk or some shit like that. Bad times.
Lago and a flow of doubles. Now kev isn't much of a wild drinker but the speed he was downing these pints was quite a sight. I couldnt keep up and i was drinking doubles (less to drink...). At 12:30am I got a phone call from Lisa and Kev told me to go to meet her. I was quite happy where I was but the speed of drinking was hitting kev...so off i trotted and met up with Lisa and walked her to matthew street. A bit random.
(In Lago with Kev already quite drunk...the t shirt and shirt combo used again)
It's at this point we saw Ged, Bond and Rachel. (Random second spot of the night here). I was completely hammered at this point.
Next onto some bar in matthew street. I found it awkward at this point. I had asked for a double vodka and coke and a wkd. I got 2 doubles and a vk blue. But i was too drunk to argue and drank them both. I wanted to head back and meet up with kev so i downed my double and staggered back into town.
(I don't know why I had this on. This is somewhere on the way to Matthew Street. How cool am I)
I think i saw someone else i knew but i can't remember. So if I saw you. I'm sorry...
Spoke to some tramp at the cash machine who was trying to get money from me. He claimed for a room. He wanted drugs. He was shot down.
Kev was with his sister in burger king and was heading home. Now why didn't I call it quits at 1:30am. Why did I decide "hmm David you don't know anyone else out why not go home..."
Instead the alcohol told me to stay out. It's at this point I began drunk texting and phoning people. I hate this drunk side of me. It always happens. You check the sent items the next day and see
1) The text to the ex
2) The text to a friend confessing your love
3) A text to a random person you don't know trying to get a response.
It's always about the love too in the texts. Damn.
So I ended up in the krazy house. I think the reasoning behind it was the fact that I might know someone in there, sarah from work. So this would make less of an alcoholic if i'm staying out to meet up with someone else. I don't know if I had planned to meet her. I must have text her but i haven't a clue. I'm not looking forward to finding out from her tomorrow...
So in the krazy house i was alone drinking a bottle of champagne and speaking to random people. They all love drunk The RoonMeister and he was busy chatting to everyone and anyone. Man, woman, straight, gay, terrorist...it didn't matter i was shaking their hand.
(Armed with a bottle of wine, probably alone still at this point I go around and take random pictures of my 'new' friends. I don't know who this woman is. I'm sorry to you. You can see my 5 quid bottle of champagne on the right of the picture. It's lovely and flat.)
Met up with Sarah and laughed at blood on her top. She bought me a drink i kept in my pocket. Sat down with her haven't a clue what i spoke to her about before standing up and thinking "time to go David". The automatic system in my head which tells me to get the fuck out of places once i've reached my limit.
Getting a taxi home was a complete mess. No one wanted to know which i blamed today on it being 3am on a saturday night. Turned out from Will to be 5:15am. Not good. I finally got through to a taxi company and then decided to go to mcdonalds as well. What a dick I am.
Got back and saw my taxi waiting and jumped the hell in. Taxi driver wasn't too pleased with me keeping him waiting but damnit i'm The RoonMeister. This is just what I do. Sat on the computer and ate some of my food before deciding it was too cold and dry before passing out in bed...
I wake up to a hangover. Which is a surprise. I don't usually have a hangover. I blame it on the combination of champagne, vodka, alcopop and milk/vodka cocktail before going back to sleep.
Another night gone. More memories made. Ah life. It's simplistic pleasures of drink and dancing keep me going during my lost weekend period. The lost weekend for me is April 2008 to probably November 2008 where protest against life by having as much wild fun as possible. Good times ahead.
Until next time folks,
Mucho love.
Where I am.
Sorry for the lack of updates. I wish i could say i've been achieving something with my days but it's been a mixture of alcohol, work and LLandudno.
Instead whilst nursing a headache i've been looking out the window and bringing out the deep and reflective David. He doesn't get out much anymore, or at least i don't let him come out too much for my own sanity. But I thought i'd let him be creative with his thoughts today. I've been thinking about my life and how i've got where I am in this year of 2008.
One day you're dreaming. The next day your dream has become your reality
It was the best of times, if only someone had told me.
Mistakes were made. Hearts were broken. Harsh lessons learnt.
My family and friends go on without me.
Whilst i drown in a sea of pointless misadventures
I dont know how i got here.
But here i am.
Rotting away in the warm summer sun.
There are things i need to figure out.
The clock is ticking. The gap is widening.
Usually I don't bore people with my emotional garbage but i thought today's was quite a good one so there we go.
Until next time rooney maniacs,
Instead whilst nursing a headache i've been looking out the window and bringing out the deep and reflective David. He doesn't get out much anymore, or at least i don't let him come out too much for my own sanity. But I thought i'd let him be creative with his thoughts today. I've been thinking about my life and how i've got where I am in this year of 2008.
One day you're dreaming. The next day your dream has become your reality
It was the best of times, if only someone had told me.
Mistakes were made. Hearts were broken. Harsh lessons learnt.
My family and friends go on without me.
Whilst i drown in a sea of pointless misadventures
I dont know how i got here.
But here i am.
Rotting away in the warm summer sun.
There are things i need to figure out.
The clock is ticking. The gap is widening.
Usually I don't bore people with my emotional garbage but i thought today's was quite a good one so there we go.
Until next time rooney maniacs,
Sunday, 6 July 2008
Playstation 3
Lovely consoles which i finally purchased this week. Basically because i'm a bandwagon seeker and everyone else i knew had one. Grand Theft Auto IV is immense and will be only better once i get a HDTV next month. After going single i thought i'd be saving money but it seems i'm spending more on things to keep me entertained...who needs a woman's love then you can have the love of Niko Bellic, an eastern european immigrant and a veteran of the bosnian war.
Who needs to go on summer holiday? I'd rather go to liberty city and murder some tramps. Yes everything in life is coming together...now all i need is to get the fucking thing online and i'll be sorted.
In other news I had the pleasure of two lovely nights out on thursday night with armstrong and last night.
Thursday night was a massacre of epic purportions. I had only planned to do some shopping (perhaps buy a ps3) and have dinner with army. I did not have plans to keep him out all night. Yes I do like drinking and town. But for once my conscience is clean. I did not plan to trap the poor guy out.
But yet we stayed out all night.
I seem to be making girls get naked around me. Which is a rather new and interesting super power. Who needs flight or time travel. I make women get naked. In flares on thursday me and army and 5 irish people could only watch in stunned silence as 5 girls (attractive but about as classy as a drunk tramp urinating on himself because he hasnt showered in 5 weeks) did a raunchy slutty dance whilst pulling their skirts up and tops down in movement to the dance.
Classy ladies.
I don't see why they did it. Yes they were in fancy dress outfits and all girls make fancy dress outfits slutty. If all nurses looked like they do on a night out in town the nhs would have even bigger waiting lists and quite a mess on its hands...literally.
Anyway these girls must have been wanting attention or merely following the orders of generic scouse obnoxious DJ. Yes you play music it doesn't make you a God. The girls might be coming over and hugging and kissing you but only to manipulate you to play the music they like, you old stupid horse.
Whilst the guys in flares were busy watching the girls a sudden idea hit my head. A chance to be a hero. With urging from Army i stepped up on the dance floor to do a madcap break dance. Now remember the dance floor was desserted except for these 5 girls. In fact the entire night club was desserted except for the 5 girls, 5 irish men, me and army. I danced away as the DJ started mocking me. Maybe he didnt like the beard i'd grown.
The bastard DJ then tried to get the girls to strip me naked for a bottle of champagne. No way was i allowing this to happen to me. I only flash my penis to men thank you very much...oh dear...
Last night i met a friendly girl in the krazy house who started to flash me her bra randomly whilst we were conversing. I don't think she knew what she was doing as she just kept randomly hoisting her top up.
Then there was the girl who licked my face and the girl who wanted me to feel her up.
All strange but very true stories.
Girls and alcohol eh...how comical.
Who needs to go on summer holiday? I'd rather go to liberty city and murder some tramps. Yes everything in life is coming together...now all i need is to get the fucking thing online and i'll be sorted.
In other news I had the pleasure of two lovely nights out on thursday night with armstrong and last night.
Thursday night was a massacre of epic purportions. I had only planned to do some shopping (perhaps buy a ps3) and have dinner with army. I did not have plans to keep him out all night. Yes I do like drinking and town. But for once my conscience is clean. I did not plan to trap the poor guy out.
But yet we stayed out all night.
I seem to be making girls get naked around me. Which is a rather new and interesting super power. Who needs flight or time travel. I make women get naked. In flares on thursday me and army and 5 irish people could only watch in stunned silence as 5 girls (attractive but about as classy as a drunk tramp urinating on himself because he hasnt showered in 5 weeks) did a raunchy slutty dance whilst pulling their skirts up and tops down in movement to the dance.
Classy ladies.
I don't see why they did it. Yes they were in fancy dress outfits and all girls make fancy dress outfits slutty. If all nurses looked like they do on a night out in town the nhs would have even bigger waiting lists and quite a mess on its hands...literally.
Anyway these girls must have been wanting attention or merely following the orders of generic scouse obnoxious DJ. Yes you play music it doesn't make you a God. The girls might be coming over and hugging and kissing you but only to manipulate you to play the music they like, you old stupid horse.
Whilst the guys in flares were busy watching the girls a sudden idea hit my head. A chance to be a hero. With urging from Army i stepped up on the dance floor to do a madcap break dance. Now remember the dance floor was desserted except for these 5 girls. In fact the entire night club was desserted except for the 5 girls, 5 irish men, me and army. I danced away as the DJ started mocking me. Maybe he didnt like the beard i'd grown.
The bastard DJ then tried to get the girls to strip me naked for a bottle of champagne. No way was i allowing this to happen to me. I only flash my penis to men thank you very much...oh dear...
Last night i met a friendly girl in the krazy house who started to flash me her bra randomly whilst we were conversing. I don't think she knew what she was doing as she just kept randomly hoisting her top up.
Then there was the girl who licked my face and the girl who wanted me to feel her up.
All strange but very true stories.
Girls and alcohol eh...how comical.
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
Here we go again
Dad back in hospital again. After trying to wake him up this morning he was rushed into hospital by ambulance around 2 and a half hours ago.
I'm starting to get used to this madness. It's now the 6th or 7th time since January 2008 that we've had an incident and then had to call an ambulance.
I'm currently sitting in mine whilst claire and my mum are in the hospital. I'm in work at 11:30 so couldnt go considering the trouble i'm already in for being off this year...5 days in 10 months...work that one out.
As much as i'd love to just sit now, think and react to everything going on right now in my life and this rotten year where anything and everything has gone wrong, as the old saying of the show must go on. No time to sit and think. No point for mellow dramatics. Onwards with the show. Always the show.
Until next time,
El RoonMeister
I'm starting to get used to this madness. It's now the 6th or 7th time since January 2008 that we've had an incident and then had to call an ambulance.
I'm currently sitting in mine whilst claire and my mum are in the hospital. I'm in work at 11:30 so couldnt go considering the trouble i'm already in for being off this year...5 days in 10 months...work that one out.
As much as i'd love to just sit now, think and react to everything going on right now in my life and this rotten year where anything and everything has gone wrong, as the old saying of the show must go on. No time to sit and think. No point for mellow dramatics. Onwards with the show. Always the show.
Until next time,
El RoonMeister
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