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And so it’s that time of year again. It is indeed nearing the Twelfth of July; Marching Season is fully upon us. I am in no way politically minded. In fact, I fucking hate politics. But this is Northern Ireland/Ireland and it’s not going to go away too quickly. Although things are getting a hell of a lot better, and if I dare to say it, a little more peaceful, as I read somewhere recently, the trouble these days is mostly with the youth of the nation. The ignorant youths around this country who insist on trying to carry on something from their past generations when they know very little about how it all really is.
It’s all about the way you were brought up. I was brought up to be indifferent to it all, and I am very pleased about that. I was brought up with politics rarely spoken in the house. Although in some areas I know I am pretty ignorant, I am glad that I don’t have strong feelings one way or the other. I just feel its about time we all just learn to get along. Of course it is easy to say. Point being, these days, there is a lot of diversity in this country. In many parts, people are learning to get along with each other. We just have to try getting through to the youths. It could take time…
Thankfully this week will be quite short, 3 days of work, 5 days off work. Yes, 5 days, ‘cos Sunday is my BIRTHDAY! I’m going to be twenty two! I’m not much looking forward to it. I feel it’s all downhill from here. Definitely no longer a child now. Nope, most certainly an adult. And its bloody scary. I don’t want to get old. I got ID’d going into a bar last Monday. It is a pain in the ass, and I did say to the bouncer as I handed him my ID, “You’ve ID’d me before, I’m 21, could you please remember!”, though I also like looking young. OK so it probably isn’t really anything to be that proud of. I should probably have a little more facial hair, maybe I shouldn’t have such a high-pitched laugh at times - but fuck it, I am comfortable in myself and I like my own immaturity, sometimes, and just don’t care. I don’t want to get older…
This weekend hasn’t been that exciting, not half as exciting as just about everyone one of the last weekends of the last few weeks, cos I know that my posts lately have included me saying somewhere how good my weekend was. Friday was spent drinking with some friends, though also in my own world (head) much of the time too. Saturday I spent with my family, as they are off to Florida for two weeks. I could say I’m jealous, but I’m not in the slightest ‘cos in 47 days, 23 hours, 16 minutes and 43 seconds I’m heading to the states myself for 3 whole weeks!
Well, this is possibly the most I have written here in while, and possibly the first time I’ve written anything slightly political, it won’t happen again, not for a while anyway. So here are the photos.
12th July Parades, Belfast 2006
Also, I updated my Myspace profile yesterday with a few of my favourite live photos. Check em out by going to my Myspace and clicking on my profile pic.
Don’t forget, I update my Flickr often with lots of new photos!
Favourite lyrics of late:
And start giving me something,
A love that is longer than a day
- Rufus Wainwright - Movies of Myself
But why’d you have to break all my heart
I could have ripped apart and thrown into the river
Wonder if there’s hearts that will deliver
- Rufus Wainwright - 14th Street
I fell in love again
all things go, all things go
drove to Chicago
all things know, all things know
we sold our clothes to the state
I don’t mind, I don’t mind
I made a lot of mistakes
in my mind, in my mind
- Sufjan Stevens - Chigago
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