I think what we need is a little update action all up in this blog, muddy funsters. Due to the fact that I don’t want this blog to become a glorified (if rather aesthetically pleasing) dream journal, I’m writing this post to break it up a bit. But I won’t be talking about a specific subject all on it’s todd (oh, no sir!), I’ll be talking about a veritable plethora of different things. Let’s get down to the nitty gritty, eh?
On Thursday my friends Michael (capricious, mildly insane, frothing-at-the-mouth gamer, guitarist), Declan (patient completionist gamer, “The Sensible One”, generally cool guy) and I (me) availed of my mother’s generosity and snagged ourselves a lift to Mahon Point shopping centre. The goal? To see a nine o’clock showing of Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World, directed by Edgar Wright, at the Omniplex. Arriving roughly a half-hour too early (don’t ask me how we managed this. Timey wimey, wibbly wobbly), we got our tickets and wandered about the place. When it (eventually) came time to enter the theatre, we bought beverages and snacks (as one does at the pictures), went in and were forced to sit a mere three rows from the front. It should be noted that, combining movie trailers and regular ads, there were only around three or four ads before the feature. This impressed me far more than it should have.
Anyway, yeah, we saw the film, got out and gushed about it all the way home. It was damn good fun from start to finish. In fact I’m going to see it again this Tuesday, if all goes to plan, with my friends Patrick (funny man, film buff, partner in cinematic crime, trainee teacher) and Niamh (fellow art lover, soon-to-be psychology student, girl-wot-I-used-to-have-crush-on, “The Popular One”). Should be good.
In other news, I’m moving to a rented room in Kinsale (that’s on the coast) week after this’n. The college is the Kinsale College for Further Education, the course is TV & Film Production, the length of time is two years and the goal is entering the Multimedia course at the Cork Insitute of Technology via the scenic route. But then, nothing ever seems to go as planned, so let’s see what happens, eh? I won’t necessarily have l’Internet dans mon nouveau piece, but I should after a little juncture, so don’t be alarmed. I’m not. I swear. Really. Not worrying at all about not being able to get on the internet. Nuh-uh. Nope. Never.
