Below are the 5 most recent journal entries recorded in Seamus Fintan Finnigan's InsaneJournal:

Thursday, July 30th, 2009
11:23 am	004. Just a reminder that the show's tommorow at the Hippogriff Lounge in Camden. I go on at 9, but there's people playing before and after, if anyone wanted to come early or stay later. Should be good fun. Oh yeah, I'm taking requests. ( Harry. ) ( Kendall. ) (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009
12:33 pm	003. ( Extremely Private, Later changed to be viewable to Kendall ) Sometimes I have days, usually right after I write a song, when I find meself thinking in lyrics. It's weird, but true. Kinda like havin a song stuck in me head. Today it was Hey Jude by The Beatles. They're muggles, if you've never heard of them, and possibly the best rock band ever. Yeah, even better than the Weird Sisters. Hey Jude, dont be afraid. You were made to go out and get her. The minute you let her under your skin, Then you begin to make it better. Damn good song. ( Kendall ) (36 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, July 19th, 2009
11:03 am	002. Fekkin'. Headache. Sleeping the rest of the day. Don't care if me Mam and Da bust the damn door down, I'm not leaving this bed for fekkin' Mass or dinner or anything. Shite. What a perfect time to run outta hangover potion. Next show's the 31st at the Hippogriff Lounge in Camden. Cheers. ( Private ) ( Kendall ) (22 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, July 13th, 2009
5:58 pm	001. ( Private. ) Ouch. If there was ever a good sort of pain (not like whips and chains and that masochistic shite, you dirty kinky bastards) I think it would be the feeling in your fingers after you've played guitar for hours and hours. It hurts like hell, yeah, but when you finally get that song out of your head and onto paper, it more than makes up for it. So. There's your Seamus Finnigan poetic outlook for the day. You're fucking welcome. In other news, I've got the whole lot of kids today: me little sister and me neice and nephew. I dunno why me mam and Eireann (me older sister, that is) decided that they should go on a shopping trip in London on a Monday, when the kid's Das can't watch them, but dear big brother/uncle Seamus can. I mean honestly, I love them and all but Fiona (me little sister) and Doyle (me nephew) are a fuckin' handfull when they're together. I don't remember having that much energy when I was 8. Damn. I feel old now. Course, Blaithin (me neice) is a right angel and doesn't do anything but play with her dolls and occasionally dress me up into a pretty pretty princess. Yes, yes, it's alright to be jealous. Not everyone can be such beautiful royalty. It's a privelege, but also a great responsibili--- The fuck? I think they broke something. (39 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, July 12th, 2009
6:59 pm	000. Application Oh, sweetheart put the bottle down, you've got too much talent I see you through those bloodshot eyes There's a cure, you've found it Slow motion sparks, you've caught that chill, now don't deny it ( But boys will be boys, oh yes they will ) (Comment on this)