summer in the city:
It's here. That time of year. I just went out of the computer rooms for a smoke and stumbled on a couple fucking. I love summer.

This leads me to two lines of discussion. Firstly that in my brief two hours at the Pav, every single person I saw was an absolute Buck. In the winter, I don;t think summer makes much difference. Then the week of sun comes along (in Ireland, that's the one week of sun you're guarenteed) and suddenly you begin to believe it's possible to fall in love with a stranger again.

I didn't fall in love last summer. I kinda did the winter before, but on the whole I've been single for - two years. I never wish someone would show up you know? I never wish for someone. TYhat's odd. Becuase years ago that's all I wished. Years ago I'd trade a fuck for a cuddle, or a cuddle for a fling. These days I can't do any of those thing. I kinda liked John, I kinda liked Harry, I really liked Matt, but I kinda wasn't arsed enough to actually go out with them.

Not that I would have gone out with John anyway - no matter how in sugar daddies are these days. So summer comes and I come to realise that my friedns still fill all the vital spaces in my day life- and in my night life, those spaces get filled if needs must, but I'm happy to share my bed with myself these days.

The second this the first paragraph alluded to was these computer rooms. You know I'm nearing the end of my fourth year in these walls of college? You know what I have left? The end of my Disertation, a performance and its log book and one exam. And then seeya Dublin. People assume I'll be back. I don;t know if that's the case... I love it here, but I'm almost ready to be a real life boy in my 20's. Almost ready. Scary? Nah. I look cute with it.

Oh, and last night study time was lost becuase Cormac had to get his apendix out. He's ok... But, yeah, we're all lucky to have friends.