The One With The Dante Quiz
Lmao! Turns out I'm a lustful heretic 
. Love this quiz though, especially their pitch - go find out which circle of hell you belong in. It's like, no heaven for you, you're all sinners, just a question of which circle of hell you'll be spending eternity in. Oh and my partners-in-crime and cellmates are Cleopatra, Helen of Troy, Achilles, Paris, Tristan, etc. Lovely bunch. Brill!
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Moderate |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Moderate |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Very Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Low |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very High |
| Level 7 (Violent) | High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Moderate |
Mood: Cool
Listening to: Christopher Beck - Close Your Eyes
Posted on Wed, Mar 19 2008 @ 19:21
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The One With Halle Berry and Stuff
Check out Halle Berry, also known as one of the main blacks-yay! activists in Hollywood. I honestly never cared who she was banging or dating or photographed with, mostly because I couldn't give a rat's ass and the very sight of her face was annoying me more than I'd like. The image I got from her was one of a racist (yes, black people can be racists, fuck the political correctness already) and in a world where I wish race talks would just bloody stop once and for all, words of influentials like her only add fuel to the fire. I pretty much started to think that if the woman saw a white person on the street, she'd be giving out to him for keeping African slaves. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only person annoyed by her constant whining, but as a white person, whenever she opens her mouth, I can't help thinking about her mother (who, by the way, is white) and her reaction to the amount of shite leaving her daughter's mouth. Kinda makes me wonder why she decided to identify herself with her black heritage rather than the white one, but I suppose it's not politically correct to whine about your misfortune when you're white. Yes, in case it still hasn't sunk through, I'm immensely tired of racially-centered whining, regardless of race, particularly coming from a person who has everything and has no reason to whine. But case in point, said Halle Berry apparently gave birth to a kid (it's allover the news now so it was a bit difficult to avoid) and believe it or not, the father, her long-term boyfriend, is white. Not only white, but a white-as-they-make-them poster child for whiteness. Oh the horror! Oh the shame! 
No wonder there haven't been any whining about her life as an A-list actress, Oscar winner, highest earner immensely miserable black woman in Hollywood in recent times, she was too busy rolling in the hay with her white honey. Gotta love the irony.
Anyhow, since I already started blogging, might as well put in a few facts from life. On Monday was the first Paddy's Day I spent in work. At first I was like, damn, but then it actually wasn't that bad. To Mr. Eagan's amusement I was the only manager to wear a Paddy's Day headpiece (he'd been trying to get staff and managers to wear hats for days ). I didn't go for the hat, but I had my shamrock-antennas thingies until they very unfortunately broke around midday 
. Anyway the day was grand; I really wish I was outside with everybody, but it was okay anyway. It was way weird trying to get to work through the thousands of people that swarmed Dublin's streets and knowing I wouldn't be able to join them and it was way-way weird crossing O'Connell Bridge and having no traffic to stop you . But anyway, it was all around a grand day. Had been a great week, actually, but now Charmaine is back from her holidays, which in manager-world is almost never a good thing.
Speaking of managers, I visited the store in Dundrum yesterday after work seeing as yesterday I had no one to avoid and Dave was working a late night so that was motivating enough. Unfortunately Ali was there, but I successfully restrained myself from telling him I would like to cut out his penis and feed it to him. Anyway, apparently Dave wants to go for management too, and well, Robbie wants to go for management at least once a week. I'd love to have these two working with me in Mary Street, but unfortunately that's not likely to happen. We did have a brief laugh about the possibility of the two of them handing in their notices at the same time. I did hint to Dave they're looking for managers now, both full time and part time, but he only pointed out that this fact will probably only give ideas for further competition downplay against me (or them for that matter) to… other people. Never occured to me, to be honest, but I really hope not, mostly because I rather to have this part of my life behind me. On a wishful note, maybe one day Davy will get a car and put in an application. We could definitely use managers who at least understand that there is more to being a manager than memorizing the manager's handbook . Also, I just see the two of them getting along with Kamil, Paul and Martin. We need more penises in Mary Street .
Okay, I'm gone. Gotta get some work done (hopefully) before honey is coming over tonight. I don't even know what we'll do. Ah well.
Mood: Tired
Listening to: Act of Faith - Bring Me On
Posted on Wed, Mar 19 2008 @ 16:24
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The One With Love at First Sight
Well, so here comes the update, and ahm… I don't think there will be irreconcilable differences in sight.
Last time I saw my honey (who for now at least will remain nameless in this blog) was on Thursday, when we both had the day off, so we seized the moment and spent the entire day together. He drove over and took me to Glendalough in Co. Wicklow (which was beautiful, by the way; pictures that don't do it justice may be found here), where we spent some quality time, mostly by the lake in which I threatened to go swim naked . Then it started raining, so we drove back to Dundrum where I grabbed the "Into the Wild" DVD and we drove to his place in Kildare, where he made dinner (insert yum factor of your choice right here, boy's got talent 
) and then we watched the DVD, during which I cried, again, but as long as it's with him, it's allowed . Next thing I know, we end up in bed, which is nothing out of the ordinary, but next thing I know, we're just lying there together and he says he loves me. Insert pause.
After said pause, I said something that, looking back at it, was completely stupid, and only proved that sometimes when I have nothing useful to say, I should stuff it. I actually told the poor guy to think such words through. Yeah. I know, one-way ticket to nutcase-land. But still, it just seemed too soon; too unreal.
Anyhow, I couldn't stop thinking about it ever since and the next day, it just hit me that I was falling in love with him too. And again, it's too early, it's way unreal, it's almost absurd just how suddenly it hit us, and shit, it never happened to me like that before. I always thought I would be the person who will not try to rationalize love, but here I am, trying to rationalize love. I'm way off my game. I don't know how or when or why it happened like this, except that suddenly if we don't get the same day off from work it's like a bleeding end of the world, suddenly I miss him, suddenly a text message from him lifts my mood for a whole day. I don't remember the last time I felt so at ease with anyone, so connected to anyone. He brings out qualities in me I forgot I had. He is a man who makes me feel like a woman, and that simple thing is so incredibly rare that it is not found nearly in every relationship. I'm drawn to him in a way I can't explain, and not only sexually (although not to state the obvious, we rarely give up physical contact). It's bordering on the insane; these feelings are scary; they scare me because I'm not used to them, or rather not so soon and so fast and all at once. You hear about love at first sight, but you never think it would happen to you and then… hell, is that it? I don't even know. I don't understand anything anymore. I just know that I love him.
Mood: In love
Listening to: Nickelback - Rockstar
Posted on Sun, Mar 16 2008 @ 02:42
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The One With The Finally Blog
Well, now I so did break a record. I think I've gone about three weeks without posting anything at all, which is wow. Really. 
To be perfectly honest, my life has been so wrapped up around college work and well, college work, that I didn't really have anything to post anyway. I mean it'd have been nice to add something once in a while, but even then, as soon as something would come up, I'd just go like, ok, I need to read this book first, I have this deadline for this essay first, etc. So life's been a college shit lately to the extent that my creative writing has no outlet as well and is now unfortunately leaking into my essays because I have no time for it to leak anywhere else (I've been barely updating my story lately, maybe once a week). In fact, just today I had a meeting with Dr. Cottrell about my final dissertation and he pretty much straightforwardly told me that when he was reading my draft he felt he was reading a novel rather than an academic piece of writing and although he enjoyed it, he also noted that in the academic world I have to cut down on the passion and concentrate on formality (even when dealing with Bernini and Caravaggio ). He's like, I don't even need you to tell me that you're a writer; I can see that you're a writer, but you put too much passion into an academic essay, you need to find an outlet for it elsewhere. The funny thing is that when I reread my draft I realized that he's so damn right. The problem is that there is no outlet for it elsewhere. I don't have time to write as much as I'd like; I have 2 digital paintings waiting to be finished that are each a couple of months old in the least. I have no other outlet, but if I don't keep myself in check, I'll ruin my dissertation. Funny thing, ain't it. 
That aside, the trip to Rome is a no-go (hell I don't even remember if I mentioned that I wanted to go back soon), mostly because I have no time and no money to take off to Rome now, and with the prices skyrocketing around Easter this is so very much not happening unless by some miracle we're transformed into a reality in which I'm not broke and there are 48 hours in a day. Coming to think of it, that'd be way cool . London is also a bust. Dr. Cottrell asked me today if I was going with them (I don't know if I said anything about that either, but anyway, I'm off college for two weeks starting this Monday and some students and Dr. Cottrell are meeting in London for a day or so to go to Westminster Abbey, the National Gallery and other yummies for art obsessed freaks like us). Anyway, I'm not going because again – can't. The prices are actually Londonish (you know Ryanair, that means 1c flights), but I still can't. I'll need the time to write essays and all the other shit. Just because some people are getting to have a holiday, it doesn't mean the same for the rest of us. But I want to go so badly . I'm going to the Ryanair website after I finish this blog to stare at potential flights and feel sorry for myself. That's the plan.
Oh by the way, I did something utterly stupid. I just spent 22 euro on the "Into the Wild" DVD. Now, let's get this straight, I could have waited until it would be available for cheaper on Ebay and not like I would get to watch it before the next millennia with the amount of free time I have (something tells me I won’t be doing much in the way if sleep tonight), but I couldn't wait. The fucked up thing is that it's just the film, there are no extras, not even a commentary and I knew it (a half-hour making-of featurette is only available on the region 1 DVD), but I picked it up anyway because it was "Into the Wild" and I had to have it. So there. Yes, stupid Maria. Stuff it. 
On a brighter note, I met a guy. My life is no longer guy-less, so yay for that. The truth is that the official definition is unknown, but (although I will have an update on that soon, I hope, one way or another) who needs a definition when I can say straight away that he makes me happy. I love being with him; I love spending time with him and frankly, in more ways than one he is what I really needed recently. It's such a silly thing to say, but I feel like I light up when I'm with him, be it 20 minutes or 2 hours in his presence. As I said, it's too early to say anything for sure, for all I know next week I could be blogging about an 'irreconcilable-differences' split, but right now… this one seems to be one of the good ones 
.
Well, this is it for now. I'm gonna call it a night blogging-wise, I think. More later. Hopefully sooner rather than later.
Mood: Yayish
Listening to: Remy Zero - Perfect Memory
Posted on Fri, Mar 7 2008 @ 23:18
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The One With Corruption
I was just thinking in the past few days, what a seriously fucked up world we have become. Money can buy everything nowadays, materialism has no limits, and what's worse, no reason to be contained. A girl rejects you, so you go and pay a prostitute to have sex with you (and they will have sex with anyone and anything for a price). You feel lonely, you go and buy a few drinks to strangers in a pub or throw a party to people you don't even know and you have friends. And of course there is the baby markets that are actually legal because they largely fall through a loophole in the system. Why go that far; you can even buy a wife and maybe a husband, if you feel like paying enough (or if your passport fits their requirements). Really, there is nothing money can't buy.
So really, what kind of people does it make us? Obviously, most normal people (normal is a loose term) who make a "big" purchase usually try to hide it because thank god, society still frowns upon that. But then you have the occasional moron who thinks it's something to be proud of and when his story comes out, of course he becomes a walking joke, but it also gives ideas to easily impressionable people who might think, what the hell, why not go for it too. And naturally, it goes on and on, and it isn't only common in people who have no conception of the value of money; you can pretty much find it anywhere, in any society. People simply think it's too hard to obtain things the good old-fashioned way and decide to make a few shortcuts here and there.
And what of the flipside? Where is the value of friendship, of love, of parenting and so many others that get trampled in the process? If you can buy everything, why stress these values in the first place? People harvest their organs for money, people give birth to a child just to sell it and get paid, people have sex with anyone for the right price, people invite others into their lives just because they pay them… what have we come to?
Of course, it is not a new development. The world has been corrupt since people understood that corruption was often easier than lack thereof. But I just realized a few days ago that it was all around me. Wherever I looked, it was there. Nothing made sense anymore; nothing was sacred. So I ask again, what kind of a world is this?
Mood: Disillusioned
Listening to: Lynyrd Skynyrd - Free Bird
Posted on Tue, Feb 19 2008 @ 21:20
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