storyofalonelyguy

It's been a looooong time since iv'e wrote in this, heres a 'lil' something to keep you up to date with me and my boring life:

This was the longest summer i've had off for as long as i can remember, i finished up on the 7th of May and don't start up again until the 20th of September. Sound.

'JOB'

I spent my first month or so lazing about watching movies and walking my dog. I searched online nearly everyday for about an hour or so trying to find a job, but as i expected nowhere was hiring. The only 'job' i could find was 'fundraising" for an animal rescue centre. I somehow managed to work for about 6 /7 weeks, standing out on the street(mainly in Dublin City Centre) practically begging for money off strangers. The first hour of it was embarrassing as hell but after that it became quite natural. Learn off the facts about the centre. Pick a sucker out. Try 'rob' him. Eat lollies. Perfect.

I got 30% commission of whatever i brought in during the day, some days shit, some days class, but it really didn't bother me, at the end of the day, money is money, it still beats sitting around doing nothing at home and i generally actually started to really like the 'job', easy enough hours, it was close for practise and to my ladyfriend, got to see a load of great friends who i usually didn't get to because of distance, wear whatever i want, outdoors, got to visit a lot of places id never been to as well, met some lovely people andddddd the pay was actually pretty dayyyycent.

I began to recognise some of the homeless in certain areas around the city, and see them go through their average day of waking up and wandering around until they had enough money to buy themselves something that'd keep them going until they could scrape together enough money for the next meal. The majority of them would probably spend the money on drink or drugs to get them through the day, but my heart went out to them because in a way i was practically doing what they were doing but i had a bed to go to at the end of the day. I also noticed that most of my spare change would be given to them.

After a while, the more i got into it the more it started to make me feel pretty shit. The people started getting to me, i'd say on average out of every 20/30 people who walked by me 1 or 2 might stop and give you money, or even just talk about it. The majority of them would walk on by ignoring you, at the time it frustrated the fuck outta' me but knowing what i know, i don't blame them and would probably do the same. The worst were the absolute cunts who would come up and tell you their reasons for hating animals etc people like that should fuck right off a die. I also heard loads of stories which made me think whats the point of all this. Id say overall i made about €1,500 myself, which means i brought in approx €3,500 for the centre. But i really have no clue how much of that actually went to the centre. I started dreading having to get up and go in and lie to people, so as a result i started slacking, you could see it in the amount i was bringing in a day. That and the fact that there are hundreds of "charities" out there started making it too hard and competitive, so i wanted out. I can never see me doing it again, but it was a good experience.

Although i still have yet to visit the centre, iv'e heard only great things about the place and i hope that my efforts at least got their name out their a bit more and at least half of that money actually went to help the animals. If any of you's are looking for a pet i strongly advise you to get one from: www.ashanimalrescue.ie

♥

I have found the perfect girl for me. She can take my crappy jokes, likes everything i like, is so easy to get on with, would do anything for me and is absolutely gorgeous. I really can't even describe how i feel, but she completes me.

"SHE IS THE GREATEST THING THATS EVER BEEN MINE"

LUDO

THIS LAD.

lessthansignforwardslashthree.

BANDS

BRING HIM HOME

Above is the cover of our single, we'll be selling it at all of our upcoming shows for €3 and online soon. We got a good few gigs coming up with some amazing bands, stall out to the shows if you can, flyers near bottom of the page.

STORYBOARD

Recently our guitarist Marcus left to do his own thing, he's sucha' lad. Cans with him before gigs and then kicking, detuning and slapping eachother onstage were such lols. We're all still besta friends (and its not just to get cheap pizza in dominoes :P) but yea check out his new band Dukes, Bring Him Home are playing there single launch on October 17th Stall!

Anyways we found a new guitarist Jaimee, ive only known him a little bit, but hes seems like a solid dude :)

We got the first support slot with Elliot Minor on September 25th in the Academy 1, should be lolsies, stall to that too if ya have a chance :)

http://www.ticketmaster.co.uk/event/18004509AAE430D4?artistid=954071&majorcatid=10001&minorcatid=1

DAD & GRANDAD

My life seemed perfect to me this summer, well to me, amazing girlfriend, bestest dog ever, two super fun bands, bitta' money from job and the most amazing friends anyone could ask for. When i left my job i decided to make a trip down to Doolin, where my dad lives, he moved down last August when i was in Spain visiting the family last summer, since then iv'e only been down three times unfortunately. I miss him being so close, going down to his is always like a break from the 'world' just a time to sit bit and not worry about anything.

When i arrived on thursday evening, i settled in and he brought me for a drive down to the harbour on his bike.

He has theeee most ADOWABLE kitten ever. His house is massive, it used to be a restaurant and an art gallery. He uses the gallery part as his workshop and the rest as a house for himself. At first i didn't want him to move down because i knew i'd barely get to see him, but he's the happiest iv'e ever seen him and the place is perfect for him.

My mom rang me the night i got down to tell me her dad had to be rushed into hospital. He's been sick for awhile now. Later that night my mom rang me again, i knew what she was going to say, i almost couldn't find the strength to answer the phone. Although i never really got the chance to know him, i do know he was probably the nicest person i will ever meet. My mom flew over early the next morning to see the family and for the funeral. I wish i could have been home to try comfort her. I didn't/still don't know how to react, thats the first time iv'e ever had someone close to me die.

Last summer me and one of my best friends went to spain together after the leaving cert for two weeks, we stayed at my grandparents house the whole time and they put up with so much. It was the first time id gone over by myself, we used to go to Spain for nearly a month every summer since as far back as i can remember. This year because i was working i didn't find the time to make it over, i wish i had the chance to say thank you and goodbye.

may angels lead you in