Lord, it's July! Third Edition, 2009.

It's July yet again. Let the franchise continue! I think this time I'm actually frightened because I can remember typing last year's edition quite well as if it was quite recent. It was mostly bullshit about nothing much. Just to keep the flow of this whole July post thing I'll mention to regulars.

In relation to the weather, it's been quite nice recently. There was a glorious week of sunshine a few weeks ago, during which I was lucky enough to have three or four days off work. It's been humid and heavy the last few days and walking around (and home from) work has been a challenge. Sticky clothes and annoying top button closed (as uniform rules dictate).

I haven't got much further in the Chris Rea collection. I listened to the Irish & Celtic Blues CD and that's as far as I've advanced. Fair play to him. In general, musically, I've became obsessed with Tom Waits and am currently making my way through his discography chronologically.

I mentioned Elizabeth Bishop last year and how I was thinking of her poems as I folded cheap tacky t-shirts in Penneys. May I introduce her latest masterwork (literary works transcend death).

Books and films and things of that sort next. I'm reading stuff by Paul Auster nowadays. I like the storytelling style. "Mr. Vertigo" and "Moon Palace". I recently read "The Reluctant Fundamentalist" and I enjoyed that.

Working in a cinema helps for the film end of things. I've watched "Wolverine", "Fifty Dead Men Walking", "Year One", "Drag Me to Hell", "Gran Torino", "Role Models" half of "The Last House on the Left", "Star Trek" etc. I've bought loads of DVDs too in the last while. It's just to have something to do. Something to do at one in the morning when I know I won't be able to sleep. "The Illusionist", "Little Miss Sunshine", "Jarhead" etc. They're at least an hour and a half of brain entertainment, distraction sometimes.

I don't think there's anything else of wild interest about the coming month. (Public Enemies is out now.) August, yeah sure. Seems that this is a mildly short oh my God it's the seventh month of the year post. But, whatcha gonna do? Mais, sin é pour une bliain eile. Bye.

Urban Wasteland

Broken Frisbees
Ice-cream sticks
Unvalidated car park tickets
Empty John Player Blue packs
Take-away bags
Budweiser cans
Leaking batteries
Marrowfat peas
Used teabags
McCabe's Pharmacy receipts
Assorted cigarette butts
Hangers from Zara
Car fresheners
Mouldy Pat the Baker bread
Insomnia coffee cups
Toilet Duck containers
Durex wrappers
Evian water bottles
Wet grass
Political posters
Crowded post office
Out-of-tune radio
Torn curtains
Red traffic lights
Rusty bus stops
Quick 'n' easy dinners
Cracked mugs
Shopping centre vouchers
Scratched CDs
New-age parenting
The RTÉ Guide
Out-of-date pretzels
30cent Dublin Bus refunds
Yesterday's Evening Herald
Best-selling Fiction
Weight Watchers tuna
Bouncers in black
Short Breaks brochures
Self-tanning cream
Blank looks
Pedigree dog shit
Disposable products
Digital camera flashes
Microsoft PowerPoint
Richard & Judy's Book Club

What are ya like? Mickey!

It been ages since I've put anything here. Don't really know what to say. It's been a tumultuous few months. About a month ago I made a list of the things that made up my life. It's written on a bit of paper on my desk, I think, That's ALL THE WAY in the next room so I'll try to just remember what's on it. (I added one or two to the list as I went along.)

Tom Waits. (Obsessed slightly. Deadly stuff. Romeo Is Bleeding [hey man!]).
Drinking. (To the bottom of a few bottles.)
Noelia. (Amazing, beautiful girl.)
Feeling totally shit. (Many reasons.)
Feeling pretty good. (Going out, doing stuff, Noelia.)
Pick & Mix. (Fuck sake.)
Benson & Hedges. (Been smoking a bit.)

Whenever I try to think about what I want to do with myself/my life etc. I get really miserable and sort of break down. It's bollix. I don't really know if the term fits right but, I get depressed.

I have my parents worried about how much I drink and, now, about my mental stability. I just laid it out one night. Feeling like shit for a considerable time. I kept using the word "miserable".

So, as far as further education goes (the large trigger in all of this), I don't think I can do it. Looking at qualifax.ie only made me feel worse worse worse.

Rory is still the man. Fair play to Double Vision, a Rory tribute band that played in The Mezz the other night.

Well done in general. Dunno to what. People, perhaps.

Rewinding post-production preview.

Confused? Good. I just read the post entitled Isn't DCU bleedin' deadly!? that I wrote in September 2007. Awh, now enthusiastic I sounded! I was even thinking of buying the hooded jumper with the university logo. Just made me laugh and cry a little inside. Just has me thinking.

Tom Waits

Amazing.

Tired?

God, I'm tired. My eyes are heavy and my legs are wrecked. I was going to use banjaxed there but I don't think there's anything wrong with them apart form over-use.

I'm also tired of the same-old-same-old bollix too. I'm sick of walking through parts of this town to get home or to get somewhere. The walk to and from work, the walk home from the pub. I'm getting tired of it.

I'm tired of being drunk and thinking things are shit. I'm tired of getting home, sitting down and having to think about it all. At least when I'm walking I can distract myself and think of anything else (like focusing on walking and not slipping on the ice). I hate going to bed and, the second my head hits the pillow, thinking uncontrollably about how I can't do things or things I don't have.

I'm also tired of working on the pick 'n' mix section in work. I work in a cinema (just throw that in there to make it comprehensible). Since late November. But that's irrelevant.