What about everything?

I, and my band, have just had two number one hits.

And now, we have a number one AND a number two hit. How fucking cool is that? REALLY fucking cool, that's how cool. It's fucking amazing, come to think of it! I mean, damn! Fucking number one AND two!

So of course we went out to celebrate after the show, and now it's got to be at least three in the damn morning, and I still can't get over it. The fact that I drank at least half a fifth of firewhiskey might have something to do with it, too. But seriously, people...I wrote two songs that are chart-topping hits. And I have an incredible girlfriend who loves me. And I have an adorable little sister who I get to hang out with in Italy next week. I have a fucking charmed life. If you ever hear me complain about anything, just hit me. I have it way too good to bitch about anything.

Today we've arrived in Prague, capital of the Czech Republic. The natives call it Praha. This makes me wonder how we came to call it Prague. We do that with a lot of cities, I've found - just slap English names on them that don't really have much at all to do with what the people in them call them. A habit we picked up from the Romans, I suppose?

Anyway, the city is incredibly beautiful. The Prague Castle is like something out of a fairytale, not like the Norman fortresses we have, and the churches are just stunning. I keep thinking it must be much more fun to be Catholic here, simply because there's so much more of interest to look at in their churches. They're largely Byzantine Catholic, also known as Eastern Orthodox, rather than the Roman Catholic that I'm accustomed to at home. I want to go to Mass one day while we're here, just so I can see what's different. Ossy of course laughs at me for that. However, he's also been singing "Good King Wenceslas" at the top of his lungs ever since learning that this is in fact the home of said Good King, so I'm not terribly worried about his judgment of me.

And now we are off to see the Orloj, known in English as The Astronomical Clock. We've got three days before we actually perform here, so I want to use the down time seeing as much as possible.

( Warded to Terry and Ossy )

[Warded to Seamus Finnigan]
1. I was the one who asked her out in the first place.
1a. after acting a complete fool trying to ask!
2. I'm not the one who periodically just has to sleep alone in order to prove I'm still independent.
3. I'm not the one with a history of running off to foreign countries to solve my problems.
4. I'm also not the one who's going to be spending every single day with my ex who flirts constantly with me.

...so why am I the one getting grilled on "have you ever told anyone else you love her?"

All right, so I was 16 and kind of stupid. And I was 20 and not that much less stupid than I was at 16. I had no idea what love felt like. I figured that out when I met her. And now I'm having my sincerity doubted for what reason? Because I'm on tour and not within sight every minute? Because Julia moved back to England? This makes no bloody sense, and it really hacks me off.
[end ward]

I decided I wanted to do it too.

A is for age: 23
B is for beer of choice: Shoggoth's Old Peculiar Irish Stout
C is for career right now: guitarist
D is for your dog's name(s): No dogs, but I have a cat named Gypsy.
E is for essential item you use everyday: My guitar.
F is for favorite TV show: Lime Green Robes.
G is for favorite game to watch: Quidditch, particularly if the Kesrels are playing.
H is for hometown: Kilronan, which is a tiny little village on Inis Mor, which is the largest of the Aran Islands, which are just across Galway Bay from Galway city.
I is for instruments you play: Guitar, violin, and mandolin.
J is for favorite juice: Cranberry.
K is for whose butt you'd like to be kicking: Dean's, at Mario Kart.
L is for last place you ate at: Home. I made chicken fajitas with a little bit of a California twist to them. Not bad, if I do say so myself.
M is for marriage: Someday.
N is for your name: Seamus Michael Finnigan
O is for overnight hospital stay: It's been a while.
P is for people you were with today: Lisa, Ossy, Terry, and Lavender.
Q is for your best quality: Hospitable?
R is for what are you currently reading: The Count of Monte Cristo, again.
S is for relationship status: Very happily unavailable.
T is for time you woke up today: 11ish?
U is for the type of underwear you have on: Boxers. They're blue.
V is for vegetable you love: Broccoli.
W is for worst habits: tapping my fingers.
X is for something extra about you: I make awesome stuffed portabellos.
Y is for your favourite candy: Peanutbutterflies. I got hooked on them in America. I have to order them special.
Z is for zodiac sign: Aries

Warded to Seamus Finnigan: Tour Schedule
( Tour Schedule )

[end ward]

I'm looking at the tour schedule for next month, and it's going to be insane. We're going to cover most of Europe in a space of about 6 weeks. I'm excited about the Magic Rock festival more than anything else, though. Jazz, does Sloanie have you lot playing it, too? It ought to be deadly fun, that one.

I think my favorite thing about being in a semi-popular band is how people assume I must be cheating on my girlfriend because I went out drinking and sat next to a friend who happens to be female. That's really awesome.

In other news, they're having us do this new thing called a Music Video. It's sort of like doing a show on the television, but not exactly. It's like...a mini-film, I guess, that goes with a song. They showed us a bunch from the Muggle telly, and now we're supposed to think about what kind of visuals would go well with a couple of the singles and then start filming next week. It's exciting, in an intimidating sort of way.

[Warded to Terry and Ossy]

We're going for ice cream on Saturday and she's going to borrow a book from me. I'm still not sure if she's interested, though. She was a little iffy about the original acceptance. Of course, that might have been because I was really obvious and my excuse for coming back in ("I left my pen! Durrrrr!") kind of made me look like an idiot. So she may just have said yes to be nice. I'll find out on Saturday, I guess.

My journal turned into dark brown leather with a tree burned onto the front. It has nice heavy paper in it, too, just like I like. Nice bit of magic, if a bit creepy. Makes me wonder what else it's pulling out of my head.

Anyway, it seems the point here is to be friendly, so this is me saying hello. Actually, I'm just sort of doing a test run here to see this journal business in action. So...hello! This is Seamus. Am I visible?

Actually, this writing has a second purpose: to convince Terry that this journal here is not actually the beginnings of a new dictatorship designed to restrict personal freedom and reenact 1984. So far, no Men In Black Robes have showed up to question me, and if the Ministry Is Watching Me, all they know is that I'm currently eating a BLT and I really need to get some laundry done.

I'd like to see you out one night
Dressed up like a rock-n-roll star
Straight out of some strange magazine
Then I know I'd love you
But if I see you out somewhere
You might think that I don't care

'Cause I love my guitar
( I love my guitar )