Aaron Gavin

Rob Low in Parks and Recreation is LITERALLY the best character ever.

So I go, umbrella under my arm
Into the green of the radar
How’d it get so dark in the day?
It’s just so bizarre
Is it true what we’re made of?
Why do I hide from the rain?

my life

I was drunk earlier and wanted to send a webtext. o2’s website was down, like it always is, so I wrote some lengthy aggressive tweets @ them. When I say I wrote them I mean I typed as Tomo spouted his mutual anger at me. I wonder what the response will be. You can read the tweets here - https://twitter.com/#!/Ahhrinn

Listen to the saddest songs just to feel anything at all. All the songs in minor keys always sounded all the best to me.

He really is, in the words of GQ, “a walking Ken doll.” Not to mention an impeccable dresser.

Tracksuits and bad haircuts.

Can Maynooth be homogenous without being so? It seems like that’s the only way to describe it. A far cry from the über-chic French Université de Paris. No, that’s a lie, there was nothing “chic” about that place other than the ever changing, fashion-forward hairdo of Sandra in the international office. At least they knew about the importance of good coffee.

That’s a good book title. For a coffee table book. (pun very much intended). I’ve lost my train of thought now, thinking too much about the aesthetics of my new coffee table book. Lets see where this goes.

“The Importance of Good Coffee”

A nod at Wilde’s “The Importance of Being Earnest” the cover can even emulate it. If this paper was a blog I could post a little picture, with the crude photoshop skills placing coffee cups in the silhouettes. In the minds eyes, in the minds eye. But what would the contents be? Musing over the quality of coffee is a bit to contrived, even for me. That wouldn’t sell either. The important as a social stimulant; the aroma, at the very least, can do wonders for the mind. This could be easier to explain in a short 30 second clip. “N’esspresso, what else?” And there goes the idea of the book. Maybe I’ll revisit it later. First day back for my final year in university and I’m writing tangents about a coffee table book. ACADEMIA. 

Willam Dafoe walking for Prada today. So much yes. Inspirational casting. Adrien Brody, Emile Hersch and Gary Oldman (to name a few) walked as well. 

I’ve been putting off getting a tattoo for ages because I’m a big sissy. No more sissyness. I know what I want and I want it now. I don’t believe it to be too expensive either. Tomorrow I will make some calls.

“the city had become a jag on my nerves—there was too much young flesh around”

Ugh that line.

I urge you to read more

http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/features/2010/02/01/100201fi_fiction_barry#ixzz1jIA6dDZP

Dominos lets you create your own pizza and name it. “Fabio rides the white horse”

Gloomy weather, glum mood.

9am this morning:

Sean: I woke a few hours ago in Clontarf garage passed out on a nitelink……currently figuring out how to get to Dingle.

Me:…this is the best text I’ve ever received.

Sean: Renting a plane to Kerry. Kerry international here I come!

Sean’s a trained stunt pilot. 

I’ve been watching Dalston Superstars with Tom for the past few weeks as if it were a regular tv show. Its too good, on so many levels. It has it. 

Stefan is the breakout star.

CLICK

I’m just about finished my thesis. By tomorrow morn everything will be done and all that will be left is to get it bound and hand it in. It’s 26 fucking pages long AND has a cd attached as an aural accompaniment to some ideas I talk about. This is going to cost me a fortune to print.