Pitter Patter of typing..

I have become accustomed to the life of DT365, but havin' people makin an indent of their DNA from there fingertips is mental. I get so cross when I'm in the computer rooms and some mature wan is givin it loads on some assignment. It makes me feel bad and they should stop. I do love the faces ya see when these mad ones are goin 90.

The looks are gass, and I also enjoy when there like playin' with their tongues or like sayin thewords when typin' dem. I get a bit cross at the Asians though. Don't get me wrong I love Asians, and I don't blame them cuase' their angery but they make me feel so Guilty when I'm on Facebook, and them there with Staticts and all

Now, off for some Food.

	Florals are for middle-aged women with weight problems - Karl Lagerfeld. --Love Ja Ja.

Halloween Adventures.

  

War is becomming outdated, Clarissa came home, and I feel distance is making the heart confused. The weekend was fleeting, like all good times at the moment. I feel that we didn't spend enough time together, alone with eachother. It seemed that playfull arguments were dangerous. They never have been before. College has become less bearable, assigments and south-side snobbery is rife. Generally I could play back, but not anymore. Life has a certain futile feeling, it was generally bubbly( in the Colbie Caillat sence) but not anymore. Relationships are difficult and hard to understand. I hope that life will work out, eventually, for all of us. Success is measured in Happiness. I am currently unsuccessful.

''Life and death, energy and peace. If I stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it, for having been allowed to walk where I've walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, in it, and above.''

Love Ja Ja.

Forget all the gossip, the acting, the modelling etc etc. Just listen...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7JbXolYch0&feature=player_embedded

Jason maraz & Cilbie Caillat - Lucky.

I really enjoy this song.

That is all.

--Ja Ja

Buried in bordem.

Ok, I don't want ye to be thinkin' I'm a flim critic and all bu I saw this new indie-horror directed by Rodrigo Cortes. Pure Unadulterated muck! I mean I thought this fick was some advertisement for BlackBerry Battery life. No joke now you'd think Gorge Bush himself wrote this fecies, ugh. Based in Iraqi, an obvious gateway to hell a guy is looking for $500,000,00''muney'' for Ryan Reynolds ransome. This £8.5O waste of time made me so cross, I need a drink . 

--Ja Ja.

Cruel Intentions.

After watching this epic blockbuster, I realised its greatness comes from three things. Location, acting & most obviously the soundtrack. Rarely has a film elicited more raucous unintended laughter.

The movie's cinematography, set design, and costume design are all extremely elegant, and the beautiful young actors are shown off to maximum effect, like expensively bred horses. If you did not experience this film, please do. That is all.

--Ja Ja.

Contae Ros Comáin, the creator of ledgands

Roscommon is not a well known part of the world. For those who are not aware, or believe it is somewhere in Galway they are missing out! After leaving this amazing place which I once thought was desolate, ghastly and joyless experience, I have now realised or even an epiphany on how fantastic everyone truly is . Jonty & Ra Ra, you shall both live on for ever with you're love for short stumbled walks back to the tracks. DT365 has a lot to live up to. 


On another note, My new nephew came home today, and shockingly I was  
overwhelmed with joy. I really want one someday :). Today was a great day, and old friends
became new again.
Karma is a bitch,


-Ja Ja.

Life at the Heberton Plaza. Not all cocaine addicts are beautiful

Life at this beautiful, scenic (aperture) paradise is pretty unique. I attended the Freshers Ball on Tuesday . The alluring Alice Byrne came over to my Bachelor pad adjacent to the Fatima Luas stop. The scent of Raw Potato skins & stale socks encased her nostrils. I was MORTO. 
We then moved on to Zoe's Apartment where the the creme de la creme of Fatimas' Finest were dancing there fears away. As the night progressed we stumbled down towards the 19bus to Dublin city, (known to some as the big s'h'moke) A lovely lady with her shopping bags asked me for a cigarette, and I kindly obliged. Her stench and lack of oral hygiene became prevalent rapidly. She then proceeded to request a piece of Alices' plastic bag to wrap her Crack-Cocaine in. She then waddled on her merry way, a can of Bav in one hand & her Cocaine in her upper left-hand bra. This town has Class beyond compare.
LaLa & ClarClar Please come soon.


Love- Ja Ja. x

New beginings.

Hello ladies, I have joined Blogger.com to keep in contact with my little monsters from back home. Nobody really explained how hard it is to leave all you're peeps spread across the country and across the pond.. Dublin is ok, not what I expected. So for future generations, college & leaving everone is hard, don't be fooled by jokers ;).