Fintan Kilrea
May 29th 2008
Day Rating: C (An average day, except for the end of school and cute guy! GREAT!)
Height: 5ft 11.75 inches (+.15 from last week. SCORE! I’m on my way to being a sex god)

If I learnt anything from that boring-enough year, it’s that being nice and polite gets you nowhere – being shitty, rude, inconsiderate and vile gets you chosen for the musical. While I, the biggest lover of music ever (self-assessed at that but true enough) got refused on grounds of “having to study” for the Leaving Cert. Have you ever heard the likes? Of course, Miss Anna Murray of course got picked – why wouldn’t she? Attractive, petite, actress in the making, drama school graduate. Slimy man-stealing whore, but only on the sly. Bet Ms Lenihan never had the ultimate bad luck to experience her whining and moaning like the spoilt daddy’s girl she is. You never hear about those aspects when you apply to join. Isn’t it always the way? Nice guys finish last. Not that I’m full of myself or anything – those are Louise Murphy’s words. She called me a “lovely lovely guy”. Ha, have you ever heard a worse hypocrite! Calls me lovely lovely, but never invites me out or confides in me. In fact, she ignores me for the most part except when it suits her to be social with me. Feck’em. I know where my loyalties lie regardless.
Never mind them; I have one or two good mates – Sarah McNulty and David Rabbinowitz.

Dave doesn’t take religion … sorry no, that should be ‘took’ because we’re finished now – he never took religion because he’s Jewish and takes his catechism (a constant source of “lulz” for him and “anti-lulz” for his teacher; as you can tell, he’s a bit of an Encyclopaedia Dramatica fan which is a bit of a paradox because they don’t exactly have the best words to say for the Jews and even so fair play to him for taking it in good humour). I wouldn’t exactly say Dave is my best friend, though we do get along fabulously. No, my really good “bma” (you see how easily internet slang can take hold?) type of friend would be Sarah. She’s the kind of girl who can be sweet but unpretentious. Course I’m biased – but who wouldn’t be if you’ve known that person for fifteen (yes!) years. Our mothers tell us that we hit it off (lol) in the nursery.

Apparently, there was I with my head of curly red hair – which thank God is now straight and un-pubelike – and there was she with her shocking white blonde hair, giggling with pleasure. Mam reckons she fancied me a bit. Apparently, she does even now (‘when you going to come out of your shell and ask her out, ya silly child’ I hear her singsong into my head). Mam ignores the fact that she threw a handful of sand from the sandbox into my eyes and that nearly fucking blinded me. That’s a story that Paula McNulty tells with great rapture, as if she’s sitting on a goldmine and wants no one else to know. My mam says it never happened; though I know it probably did. After all, this is the woman who said that the púca would come eat me if I didn’t go to bed and that storks bring children to mammies…the ruse continued till I was roughly thirteen, when she knew she couldn’t hide it from me. I even believed Santy Claus until then. The shame when I think about it now.
I’m liking that new guy that came into our class though (what a plonk…coming into school on the LAST day? Why would you? Meet people?). He’s so hot. Actually, I can’t decide if he’s cute or hot. Hot would imply major sexual appeal but cute would be child-like features and such. He has long (and I mean long) black hair. I adore black hair, diary, as well you know. Haha. And he has amazing eyes too, but I didn’t see them up close because I was down the back with Dave doing a crossword puzzle as we usually do in the last class before midterm. I swear to God, the words our English teacher picks. So simple. Me and Dave can eat them alive, honestly. Let’s just say Oisín (can’t remember his last name) ‘nice’. He has a curious style though. He has this lip-ring (but I love it!) and his hair is emo-ish.

Dave knew at the time,
“Close your mouth, you’re drooling” he wrote to me on a note. I scrunched it up and binned it. But he was right. I kind of was. State of me. Pity he sat down without turning around so I could see if he had a nice bum or not. I adore nice bums. I gotta investigate this a bit further, methinks. Could be the start of something new easily (if lady luck will let me have a bit of fun). Really tired now and gotta go for leaba but happy for once that dreary school is over. Tomorrow shines a bright and summery day!

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