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Monday 21st

These past couple of days was Good Friday, Holy Saturday, and Easter. I had good times. Me and mum made Easter dinner. We went to church to get cards for Jay and his mum. The funerals already happened. As far as I can tell he’s holding up alright.

I can’t stop thinking about 1916, and Jerusalem, where they’re trying to buy holy places like acres of meadows. It sickens me. Isn’t this what Baruch warned us about?

I pulled or sprained something in my right leg, which makes running painful. I last ran Saturday though, hopefully it’s cleared up by now.

I saw Izzy this morning.

Sin a bhfuil agam don lá inniu. Go mbeannaí Dia é.

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On the ride over to the coach stop I realised today is the only day I have to worry about seeing Ellie on the coach, because I’m taking Thursday off to hang out with friends back from school. She usually is never on the Tuesday one, but praying does no harm. Ní raibh sí anseo inniu, buíochas le Dia.

I have been betrayed by nearly all who a couple months ago I would’ve all called friends. I’ve been driven out from my favourite place. Those who’ve stayed by my side all along, who haven’t stabbed me in the back, I love you all. And for those who’ve kissed my cheek, your day will come. God does not forget such trespasses.

I’m going to miss a recording Thursday, but i don’t really care that much. I’m still not coming in. I only see these people maybe once a month if I’m lucky.

I left my notes and work at home. I’ll look over the theory today and do the aural skills bullocks tomorrow morning.

I got to see Kate today, it’s been a while. I wonder if she’s bisexual?

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Today is Holy Monday, the day in which Christ cursed the fig tree, cleansed the temple, and took on all who questioned him. Oh Jerusalem, the city of God, the city whose name is said in vain, who people are being slaughtered.

Izzy will not talk to Jay, even after his brother has died. Náire oraibh! God, have mercy on my friend, and ensure that his brother is in Paradise.

I still get anxious of seeing Ellie on the coach, especially when I see she’s online. I say an Ave, and recite Psalm 23, and it almost always works. When it doesn’t, I know today will be a test.

Bhí mé ag iarraidh an paidrín a guí uair amháin sa lá ar a laghad.

Paul taught me more on the blues. He told me I should start thinking about another piece for my repertoire. I’m thinking a Beatles song, although I’m listening to ‘the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald’ right now and it’s quite a good tune.