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It is now early Sunday and it is somehow already March. I'm down to the last month of proper college before easter break and then exams. I wish time would stand still. I wish I had the balls to make tough decisions. I wish things were different between me and other people. March ain't a great month for me. I'll try to make it different this time, control my own destiny for a change. Lord knows, you get sick of sitting around waiting for life to finally go your way...

It's the truth. No wait, it's the drink talking

It's been Rag Week at my college. For those not in the know, it's an event in universities whereby you're supposed to try to raise money for charities (Raise A Grand Week, see?), but's really just an excuse for students to get pissed off their heads with drink. The older I get, the less infactuated I am with the whole event. Maybe it's because the whole drinking malarky doesn't have the same appeal as when I was younger, back when it was forbidden for me to drink. Man, my first Rag Week was wild, out every night off my head. This year, I nearly focused more on the cons, the noise outside my house preventing me from studying and doing essays. But when I did get the chance to let my hair down, I had fun. According to reports, it'll be our last Rag Week, because the college authorities are pulling their support for it after 40 students were arrested and more hospitalised for their mad antics in town. So, if this was my last Rag Week, here's a quick rundown

It's not on a USB, he gave me an STD

Friend of mine, who's a technophobe talking about an SD card. Anyways, Monday, I sat in and tried finishing an essay (unsuccessfully). None of my friends were going out (well, my Best Friend was, but I'm not keen on most of the friends he hangs out with nowadays and the tail I was chasing was staying in), so I sat in with a friend, Lisa, as she made practice pancakes for the following day (Pancake Tuesday). I was the guinea pig and ate all the reject ones. I didn't mind, it was good stuff! I think I ate about 5, which totally eclipses the number I had on Tuesday (2). After that we watched the Oscars repeats. My American flatmates were unbearable on this day though. They were going wild because it was their only Rag Week and one of them was drinking all day and kept breaking into my bedroom. So, what I usually only experience late at night was something I was getting about once an hour on Monday, Alex barging in and ugging me and rambling on about bullsh!t. He actually jumped on top of me while I was in bed once. At least I made all my lectures

Those Women were in the nip!!!

Fr. Ted quote, watch it if you already haven't. Tuesday, I made my one lecture and was then stuffed with food, first my dinner, then some scones Lisa made and then we had our pancakes. Bunch of the guys came over, we had a ball, watching The Simpsons and football. Unfortunately, two people were making the pancakes; Lisa, and a classmate of her's called Paul. His pancakes were soppy and tasted like omelettes. I could only eat two, but like I say I was stuffed anyway. Went out that night, first to a bar and then queued for about 45 mins to get into a club. Still was a great night though. I was a bit distracted at times, cos Lisa's sister, who I have a thing for was with us, along with a friend of her's (he's gay thankfully). But, I was upset by the amount of my friends and others hitting on her. Hell, one guy I know even tried to set her up with a friend of his. Another guy was sniffing up her, even though he shows her nothing but contempt when he's sober. I hope she's wish to him. I also wish she didn't view me as a brother, but hey that's because I'm so close to her older sister. She did want to dance with me a lot though, or at least, have me be there, so she stuck to me like glue for the night. Although I think that's just because she's knows I'll take care of her and I'm reliable. Still, the music was good once we went to the upstairs floor (downstairs was all 90s cheese, none of the decent music from that decade). Bitta GNR and AC/DC? Good stuff...

Get Off my Lawn

Wednesday. Missed all my lectures due to laziness and hungoverness. Also, it was Ash Wednesday and I accidently ate some chicken, which is a no no as a Catholic. Had to study for an exam that night for the next day. Despite all this, Wednesday was by far the best day of Rag Week, because I finally went to see Gran Torino...

And my rating is, a perfect score- 5/5

I don't give those out often, but seriously, thanks to the terrific badassery of Clint Eastwood and the most quotable dialouge I've heard in a film in yonks, I'd easily say it's my favourite film of 09 so far. Yep, Slumdog Millionaire can suck it, this is a real film!

You really do treat him like sh!t!

Lisa's boyfriend over our treatment of one of our friends, who we abandoned at the club. We'd done the exact same on Tuesday. Thursday started with an exam. Surprisingly, everywhere around where I live was quiet because apparently, a lot of people had gone home. Thursday night was pretty quiet for a change, compared to the previous nights. I went to my friend Deirdre's 21st. It was a good night. Not much happened- Lisa told me she knew I had a crush on her sister and told me not to get involved for my own sake, but basically just teased me about it, drank cocktails and cider at the party, went out, queued for 30 mins, danced for an hour and then had to head home because I was feeling sick. Walked home with Lisa and her boyfriend Dave, who's a raging alcoholic. Had to sit with them for ages, because she begged me not to leave her alone with him, as he was out of his mind and hard to handle. It wasn't fair on me, but I couldn't leave her alone, and so couldn't leave them til he'd calmed down enough. Ah, the joys of Rag Week

Did I Ever Tell You I Was Hit By Lightning Seven Times?

Friday came and everyone went home. But Rag Week still had one more trick up its sleeve. Me and a friend finally saw Benjamin Button. I give it 3.5/5, technically flawless and a wonderful film on the surface but the characterisations were so cold and detached, I was hardly moved by the proceedings at all. It was all a little vapid

As it stands now. I have the house to myself. The Americans are visiting Belfast and all my flatmates are gone home. That means I can sing as loud as I want, run all over the place and take showers at 2am

That blog may be a little too whiny or dull for some to read, but hey, I do like to randomly blog and this is a pretty good blog. I'm happy with it

PS: My internet was down for the last month. That's why I haven't been commenting in a lot of your blogs recently. I do apologise...

PPS: I'm going to see Springsteen in July. I'm so f**king excited!

PPPS: Watchmen is only five days away. You should all be very excited. My next blog will be dedicated solely to reviewing the film, something I haven't done since TDK. I think you all now realise how important this film really is...

Later