The Beginings

Ok, i have 9 mins and 35 seconds, the exact time it takes to listen to Talkatif by The Antibalas Afrobeat Orchestra.... nice music.
So the begginings of a blog. My means of writing this is in my fingers but i gotta tell ya my brain is elsewhere. School tomorrow, time restrictions, glorious time restrictions, the way in which i work. I create my best stuff under pressure,i feel i may need school to create that pressure but the fact remains i have to get up and do it.
Dont you just hate that? I mean we all hate it in some way or another but it has to be done! Its something we must do and well for some of us its the most enjoyable time of the day. If you go home after school and find yourself chewing at the gunk that is your brain, and ripping out your hair because you know you must study but you just cant, then school is definitly the best part of the day. You know what needs to be done for every class you have, the class itself is restricted and confined to a specific time frame in which you know you are going to do or learn something new. It is certainly refreshing to know that you will come out the other end of the tunnel that is school with something new under your belt or at least something you already knew further engrained into the chalkboard of your mind. Its when we go home, sitting idle at a blank page; the homework finished; the words learned off; everything ready for the next day ............................................
...... So why should i study now!? Why should i fuckin study?
But dear lord do we WANT to study! It is the strangest most irritating feeling in the world, the one we all get when we fail to achieve what we want, simply because there is no urgency in our mind to achieve it in the first place. You keep telling yourself "Why should i learn this again!?" you know full well why, you know what for and you know exactly when you need to know it by. Just wont do it!

And thats the end of the song! Night all, and happy studying.. if you get around to it that is.
Ciao
Dave

The importance of Being Hairy

Hair is an important thing
So at some point i had to cut it.... it was gettin a bit wild. I had not but said two words to the big guy (Frankie that is, My Dean)had he suggested that i take maybe a couple of inches form the orderly mop i had oozing from my scalp.
The thought of it wasnt horrible, i mean i wasnt hung over the fact that i would have to cut it all day long; writing notes of longing into my homework journal and drawing pictures that say "Dave loves his hair"......... no im not obsessed, im just sentimental.
For my hair is kinda like a constant at the moment.....
I nearly choked on it the other day! Note for the long haired!!!!! Never run while hair is flailing aimlessly infront of your open mouth, upon breathing in deeply one might swallow said hair and suffer quite a horrible death, luckily i survived to live another day but the memory remains.
And i miss those memories now.
"Well, Its not like it wont grow back!". I really hate that line! When your mother is brandishing a sharp impliment to your head and chewing away at a clump of hair to no avail, you try not to freak out!!. I asked her, "So have you got any idea what your doing?"......silence and a muffled giggle quickly followed and she struggled to squeeze out a painful "......ha.......ye!" between gritted teeth, holding back the fits of laughter... "when you have seen it done a thousand times like i have you learn a thing or t....." a sudden silence..................................
"something wrong?" i ask hessitently
"N.....no......i'll just take more off this side......." more silence....."you wanted it short.....didnt you darling?"
Like i said hair is an important thing.......

Ah well,
s'pose it'll grow back eventualy!

A Blessing

This is a poem which i stumbled upon while studying this morning....... i really liked it, kinda cool. Its by James Wright.


A BlessingJust off the Highway to Rochester, Minnesota

Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break

Im a bit Curious it has To Be Said

Just a word before i begin.... the title has nothing got to do with this splurge of randomness.. but perhaps the fact that you are reading this is a testement to the statement that is the title of this blog. No?

So anyway i am trying to figure out just what exactly i am doing here. Someday maybe i will write something worth reading, but for now i am resigned to this little homely corner of cyberspace provided to me by the good people at Myspace. I hjave bought a door mat, a traditional "WELCOME" greets me evertime i step through the door of this multi story loft appartment. My tunes are on the stereo....... i have the best of my friends on speed dial and the rest of them are easily accessed through my phone book...... the famous people i look up to are chillun just a few clicks away, and there is always a random psycho near by to entertain you with random posts.

Then there are the neighbours. They arent the neighbours from hell however, oh no quite the oposite! These neighbours are so nice they even offer you the option of blocking them if they piss you off..... did i mention my pictures are on the wall? These pictures tho are a bit self centered i will admit...... what need is a make-over.

TODAYS LETTERS BOYS.................------ B
B for Boy
blast
box
big
broken
before i go on i must apologise for my shortness






ciao

Time To Make An Addition

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..............

lordy lordy....

eh yea why not?

Bonjour! Comment vas tu? Moi? Bien merci, Je m'appelle David Donoghue, mon sobriquet est Dave, Je prefere Dave!
J'ai 18 ans, j'aurai 19 ans a 12 aout. Je suis nè a mile neuf cent quatre-vignt sept à Dublin. J'habite à -------- un banlieu du Dublin.
Il y a cinq dans ma famille, ma soeur, mon Frere mes parents et moi!Ma soeur s'appelle Eleanor, elle etudie Geographie a l'universitie et elle habite a l'universitie aussi! Elle a 21ans.
Mon frere s'appelle Ray, il est un journaliste pour RTE et il travaile la depuis cinq ans. Il a 24 ans et l'aine dans ma famille. Ma mere travaille a RTE aussi, elle est un sous-productrice pour la Feuillton Fair City. Elle s'appelle Nuala.Mon pere s'appelle Eugene et il est un homme d'affaire.
Nous habite dans une petite ville, au bord de la mere, c'est tres tranquile, qui est bon et mal. D'une parte il n'y a pas beaucoup de criminalite mais d'autre parte il n'y a pas beaucoup des jaunes hommes.
Il y a beaucoup des magasins dans ma quartier, aussi il y a deux eglise et un vielle chateaux.
AND IT CONTINUES IN THE SAME MONOTONOUUS WAY FOR HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS!!!!!!!!!! AND HOURS!!!!!!

why cant there be a more interesting oral,.... sure half of that is spelt wrong.. i couldnt put in accents by the way so dont be a dick head and correct me for that. I am aware i cant spell for shit, but the phonetics are there!

Aw man twelve hours and i am finished! And i can speak the language with feeling! Halelujia!

C'est tout!
a bientot

God Ony Knows

To say it simply..........im feeling sentimental.
Yea i know, guilty as charged. But can i not be sentimental at this changable time in my life? Entering a "new phase" as they say. haha I suppose it is in a way.
But what i really want to do....... what wud make me happier than anything, would be to forget it all, get through the next few weeks.. reach the end of this incredibly long and winding tunnel........and sit and watch tele.

Daytime television in general is the epitamy of summer and doing nothing. It is a clear sign of a day being wasted! I CANT WAIT!

Yea so let the good times roll!
i am sick of now...... i am hungry for tomorrow

While I am Here

Hmmmmm i chose life...... no no no not in a kind of Human Traffic/Trainspotting lets go paint the town with speed and crap in our pants.... more in a kind of......i choos this in the options presented to me by myspace because its the only one i want to choose?


Ok dont know what thats all about, just since im here i was goin to post something, itsa little better than working outtranslations in french. FNNY T>> ok dave take control of your keyboard!

SORRY WHERE WAS I AHHHHHhhhhhhhh ok im back, o

ok sorry now really where was i, yes its crazy that i am now learning a language in a fully kinda learny way, in that i will know it soon...... like KNOW it (and i meant the capitals there)

right now i have a load of stuff hapnin to me, ive got money (and i dont) and ive got the band..... ive got my music..... ive got my mind which is working like crazy at the moment, its actually controlling what i am typing right now, infact its the only reason i create, i constantly want to make something, music is my outlet so thats what i make, its only when i cant make music that i start to do something else(draw paint etc) its a bit crazy really..


my head hurts sometimes.....

maybe someday somebody will understand my mind, understand my music,,....

understand anything really..

i climb a tree with my head and me......

MySpace Back Issue: The Blessed Profile Pic!!

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yayalalayajkala hello....... this does concern my most deepest emotions..... i am trying to remember. In this satisfying feeling of dancing, i find myself in my own world, its the beat of the bass that takes my away.....far far far far fa rf a rfaf farrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr away...... hours pass......... too long, i miss nothing however cus i am in the now. Primary essence of life, of music, of emotion. Movement without thought, why think about anything else or anything at all! My own world, not alone, something breathing right next to me, the beat of the bass, takng me away.

Wow, lost the plot there, but i cant stop moving to the music in my head right now yalalalalalala hmmmmmmm my picture yes, that was the test, i need to talk about it, i cant think of anyhting anymore...... the pic, no nose....... is that why i look like i cant breath? Is that why i am blue? half an hour later from the present and i am orange i think but i dont know why! My eyes are popping out, i wasnt dying was i? the beat has taken control.. and shes stopped talking to me.

I wonder if its passages like these that make people think im a bit coo-coo!?

I just realised that this is goin to be here far longer than my profile pic........ maybe this will relate to them all?