Woo! Tough weekend. Action packed. I saw very little jazz, but lots of music. There was a lot of smoking and drinking and puking, once resulting in my removal from a licenced premesis. I saw bad boys II. Demonization of drugs, objectification of women, glorification of violence and police brutality, and yet so entertaining… Ooh, we went to this cool club on Friday that didn’t have a licence, but a very relaxed attitude towards drugs, and some great music. Don’t know how you’d describe it though.
Nolina’s gone to Dingle for the week, although she might come back tomorrow, I don’t know. There’s that whole planning thing again.
My flatmate Kris (with a K) was explaining some sociology stuff to me as well. It sounded really interesting, Despite the specific topic being suicide. But then, the causes of suicide have been of interest to me lately, how people get left out or rejected or forgotten, and nobody gives a shit about it. Arts would be a good course to do I’d say, but I’m not sure I could get my head around it.