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Higher heels and lipstick napkins,
Dying is your latest fashion...
I kissed your lips, you pulled my hair,
it was the craziest thing,
I love the girls who love to hate...



Hello Theree.
Lucy here at 2.45pm, bitches.
ANOTHER day inside. I swear to God, I'm going to go stir crazy.
Everyone is, laike, busy lately. And I'm not. Somedays I wish I had the rockstar lifestyle with like a killer mansion and a pool and the ability to play guitar and use loop pedals and have lifetime supplies of poptarts and 800 personal trainers to work off the poptarts. Well, anyways, I'm trying to make this post into one of the longers ones where I outburst on my exact thoughts about everything that has reared it's ugly or pretty head in my life. Like.... even just famous people dying in threes.



Topics that Lucy is planning on putting in this bitchass blogpost extravagasm:

• Lucy's bad skin day.
• Lucy's sore back.
• How both of them relate to the hormonal overload that comes with that darned time of month.
• Scrubs.
• Summer.
• Lucy's new boyfriend.
• Lucy's thoughts on people magnifying people's achievements when they die.
• Danny's blogpost inkstamp.
• Men and how they embrace their homosexual side a lot less than women.
• Hypocrites.
• Lazy people on Lucy's msn contact list.
• How effing sore Lucy is right now.

And none of those will be in that order by the way. I'm going to attempt to tackle them all whilst MSNing Danny and Jonny. But now Danny ran off to have a shower. xD

So yeah, I had a shitty skin day today and a sore back. Probably the main contributors for me not to go outside, along with me being a lazy fuck with an inner fat kid who protests when I walk from the couch to the tv to turn up the volume. Well, wanna know whats to blame for the pizza face and the sore back? The wonder that is womanhood. I mean, thanks Eve, for eating that fucking apple. Now we got bleed through our vaginas 80-something days a year. And it'd be okay if it were painless, but it's like there are cavemen trying to barricade my lower stomach unsuccessfully so they come back with their tiny stone daggers. Fuck you, big Kahuna, you couldn't have made me a late bloomer? Oh wait, you kinda did. You put me through the pain but then forgot to give me boobs. Thanks, man.

The new Scrubs season SUCKS! They're cancelling Scrubs too, after making a movie, which sucks more. But like.... it used to be so awesome! I still love it, but I love watching the re-runs with the funny, sarcastic, cynical satires that Dr. Cox shoots at J.D every episode and the unicorn rainbow fantasies of J.D when he gets into work. And there used to be great guest appearances like Mandy Moore and shizzle. Now it's just Grey's Anatomy con queso. That was Grey's Anatomy with cheese. But you get what I'm saying. I think. Oh, I'll shut up now. XD

Ahaa, my bizzles, it's Summer 2k9! I really hope you're all enjoying the sunshine, fresh grass and seaside trips. I mean, here in Ireland, it's more like rain, bad sun burn days and Mcdonalds's trips on the bus, but like... I guess that's what makes it Summer. Irish Summers compared to the media interpreted American Summers are shitty. America has the little kids with the lemonade stands and the sixteen year olds surfing and the adults lounging around with ice tea while the toddlers zoom around on their tiny Dora scooters and drink juice. I mean, who wouldn't kill for an American-media-interpreted life? ROFL. My Summer got off to a bad start originally, I started with confidence that got squished by the two semi-simultaneous break-ups and I failed a lot. XD But now, I have a boyfriend who cares, an Asian friend, piles of other great friends and my imaginary boobs tanned after they burnt, and I have a tiny white sun-o-grammed tattoo from where my eyeliner heart was. And we went to McDonald's. It's gonna be jampacked with memories and private jokes, I can feel it. And then we're back to school for the junior cert... fuuuuunnn.

Lucy is going out with Jonny. (: Yaaaaay.
Difference between Jonny and significant other boys is that Jonny isn't a douchebag who'll use me. Sorry to anyone who knows the other boys, I don't mean it harshly, but they were douchebags. Haha. So yeah Jonny. ;) xD

I'm absolutely certain that unless you've been living under a rock or a house or a bridge without any form of communication with the outside world, you've heard about the untimely deaths of legends Michael Jackson, Farah Fawcett and Billy Mays. The thing that has been pissing me off about it is the way they are being treated after they died. Michael Jackson was always slated by everyone I know. Like, whenever playing with children was mentioned in an innocent way, somebody would mouth off 'Don't be such a jacko' or 'Future Michael'. It was even in Scary Movie. In like... two of 'em. XD But now, everybody is trying to boycott the cruel taunts and they're all upset and heartbroken. C'monnnnn. You can't go around saying you're tainted for life because a) you didn't personally know the bloke and b) there's a 99% chance that you've made nasty comments on him before. The thing is... it always happens. Rapists die everyday, but at their funeral, the eulogy will stay completely away from the topic, targeting the good things like that day when he was 5 when he saved a puppy or how he visited his mother once a year. A great woman/my English teacher once explained how people are made greater in death than they are at life, and that has got to be a part of my philosophy.

This morning I was eating with my dad at the table, when I put on some music on my laptop. Don't Stop Believin' by Journey. As usual, my dad remarks snarkily 'isn't that a bit soft for you?' and I deemed it rhetorical. So then Oprah comes on the tv, and she has Valentino as a guest host. My dad suddenly becomes very interested and closes my laptop. Valentino is a fashion designer. Slightly hypocritical considering my father just asked if I'm going soft and he's watching Oprah while a fruitcake who designs clothes is babbling on in an italian accent about shoes. PS/ I'm not anti-gay, I <3 gays, but fruitcake is the only word that describes Valentino. That was the pink side of my dad showing but it made me think about how guys act around each other. I mean, me and my girlfriends grab each other randomly in the booball area and hug each other and shtuffs. Our guyfriends don't do that with eachother at all. Unless it's spin the bottle (lmaooo). It must be like, testosterone fuelled. I think 80% of girls would like to see guy's wear their hearts on their sleeves in that sense.

Hypocrites.
Annoying, right?
Celbridge is filled with them, at every corner, on every wall, in every shop, in every house. It's an infestation of people who diss something and then end up doing it. Like... all the girls I know are bitches. I'm not gonna lie, I am too, but none of us can go a day without bagging on at least one person. But they end up going apeshit if you do one bitchy thing that steps outta the league. And then they go and do that thing themselves. It's like... grrrrrrr. It doesn't make sense but it's an attaching segment of the circle of life. Reminds me of mean girls.

There are so many lazy bitches on my msn. Like, I talk to them and they reply in monosyllables. There are like a few people that I can talk to for ages but they're filled with intellect and are usually not online. Karma.

As you can see, Lucy started getting lazy as the topics moved on. Lucy's a lazy byotcchhhhh. Haha, Oh yeah and pain = 100000/10. It's hell, and Nurofen is phailing at helping.

So, peeps, I'm going to go now and leave you with a copy and paste of the msn conversation where Dannysaurus attempted to inkstamp this very blogpost with some wise words of Western wonder. Although neither Asia or Ireland are in the west. I just like alliteration. (:

LUCY XOXO


vvvvvvvvv

[Dannysaurus] says:
Rawr, right, waddya want for an input again?
Lucysauruss.☮❤ ;] says:
durno
you just say shit
[Dannysaurus] says:
Bahh >.<
My overused "thing" is like: Normal's overrated
I need a better "thing" >.>
Lucysauruss.☮❤ ;] says:
lol just say hi to my readers or something!
[Dannysaurus] says:
Ohhh
Fail Dannysaurus is fail >.>
Lets see
RAWR! Awesomesauce "HI" to Lucy's readers!
p.s: Rawr means "I love you" in Dinosaur :3
Fook that be cheesy >.>
Nyeh, fail day, fail words
Lucysauruss.☮❤ ;] says:
its all going up anyway xD

Fat Bitch. (:

'Bad uterus, don't do that.'
-Dr. Cox on the phone to J.D's mother.

Hello, oh twenty five of my closest followers/only followers.
Lucy chooning in with you liveeeee. Kinda. :P
It's 12.43 pm, and I'm having another lazy day because the only people I really hang out with are going to Metro Station and I'm too lazy to go anywhere else. I'mma watch the rest of Cloverfield and Edward Scissorhands and possibly bake cookies. Ahaha, Watching Scrubs as I type. Relatively distracting but the episode is 'My Urologist', the one where J.D first notices Kim.

The episode topic is quite intruiging in my tiny blonde head. Turk shows J.D that as soon as a woman has a wedding ring on their finger, they disappear ffrom J.D's sight. Turk persuades the ladies in the room to remove the rings from their fingers and J.D realizes that Brown Bear was right. I loved his reaction to Gift Shop Girl being married, and he thought she was dead. That made me POTFL (piss on the floor laughing). But the episode's making me think.... Has anything to do with a person made them relatively invisible to you? I mean, anything. Like race, face, way they act, religion... anything. I remember when I was little, the travelling community or people living in counsel estates used to be crossed outta my mind. Ireland is a backwards community, we think of people shallowly and we can't see through the outer shell. As I grew up, I cared less and less and now it's pretty much gone. Astonishingly, this all ties in with the book I read last night. My mom lent it to me..... the book named 'Whose life is it anyway?' was about a girl who had Irish parents but grew up in London. The parents were constantly hanging on to the heritage, with rebellion anthems and leprachaun lawngnomes and Irish dancing and hurling. The book had a nice format, it constantly switched from the future to the past...... The future was her, meeting a lovely man named Pierre who fell for her at first sight, soon after he read her light-hearted cynical column on life in a local tabloid. They moved in together after a month and five months on got engaged, without her parents knowing. Pierre was a black french agnostic who certainly would not be approved of by her parents and she slowly starts introducing them etc. The past is her growing up, the story of her sister's teenage pregnancy and how her sister then fell from grace in her father's eyes, her stories of the teenage disco with octopus boys who tried to put their hands down her pants. It's a great book, cheesy, romantic and desperately feminine, but of course a sap like me enjoyed it thoroughly. At the end of the book, all was well, yada yada yada, not realistic, but it made me smile.

Frasier's on now. Took me fifteen minutes so far to on-off write this one post, and I'm still thinking of something smart to write about. Ahhhh here we go, I just remembered a question my mom asked me seriously last week. What career I had planned for my future. WHAT THE HELL? I'm 14, I have no talents and I suck at maths. I was praying on being ran over before I even have to deal with exam results, or just being a hobo. My mom suggested nursing. Way to go, Mom, I get that I can't do much. It didn't help that she knows I hold a grudge on hospitals and medical institutions everywhere, but I'm squeamish and I don't like causing people pain. Okay, maybe I like causing pain but not to little kids and old people. Well, I told her something creative. She was all like gushing with 'Photography, you're great at that!' which is ironic because I suck at it and she knows it. I said journalism or creative writing but my mom frowned. Nice to know she has so much bloody faith in what I'd like to do. XD

Well, I gotta go wash my hands because they're annoying me,
and I'm gonna go eat a rasher sandwich in a sec. Fat bitch. LMAO.




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Hai there, my buddies.
23.42, Saturday night.
And I'm rather tired and sore and quite irritable.
Don't get me wrong, I had a good day.
Just feeling kinda down.

My morning consisted of getting up early for no reason.
I don't even know why at all, I just woke up and then hadda shower.
And then trekked off to Tesco for grocery shopping.
Men don't realize it, but one of the most embarassing things that a woman does in her life is shop for tampons and sanitary towels. I was asked by my mom to pick up three packs of 'em. And god, the stares I got were astonishing, but it was paranoia, I know it. But it was like dagger stares, like tiny little ninja knives being thrown straight at me from peoples optical genitalia AKA eyes. The rest of the shopping went well. I picked up some haribo and doritos for mexican night, which is just technical term for movie with nachos. Another complicated thing that occurs in your local grocery store: brown bread. Otais, it doesn't sound complicated, but heelllllllll. There are four hundred types of brown bread. Like wholemeal soda bread and then granary and like OMFGZZZ I almost had an aneurysm trying to get the stuff my mom likes. In the end, my dad took one glance and swooped it.

FML muchos. XD So at 6pm, Jemjem, Christopher, Keevadactyl agus Jonny came to my crib and we had mexican night *thumbs up*. We watched Final Destination, the original movie. Field trekked and took pictures, drew smileyfaces in cowshit. That was Chris, cus the rest of us are sensible and do not fling crap using large branches.


Heyyy. Dudes.
Haha I started this post last night. But I'm gonna finish it now. Because I'm like that. Mother took away the laptop at like 12.00am. Apparently, that's past my bedtime and therefore its crazy unacceptable and I'm a total disgrace to the teen population of Ireland. Damn Christian's. XD

Just watched Love Actually with my sister, fucking awesome movie. It's just..... packed with my favooouuuritteeee actors including Hugh Grant (nomnomnomnom) and the late Natasha Richardson (may she rest in peace). And it's like one of those 'D'awwwwh' packed movies where sensitive chicks like me cry four hundred times and then be all jealous at the maliciously skinny gorgeous actresses with flowing platinum tresses that make me feel/look like turd.



Staying in today.
'Girl cramps'.
TMI, I know, but too much information PWNS no information.
Might post later on the values of Nurofen connected to Girl Pains.
LUCYLOVESYOU
XOXOX<3

I'm just a little bit caught in the middle..

Cut His Teeth On Turquoise Harmonicas... Oh Oh Oh.



Is it pathetic to say that Scrubs makes me cry in... almost every episode?
Emoness. I durno, it's just they build it up realistically and then it's like *eye prick, moisture gone, oh look im crying*. Scrubs is my loiiifeee. It was the episode where JD's brah has the hotts for Dr. Elliot Reid; Kinkkkyyyyy. Because like Elliot Reid + JD's Brother= HAWWWWWWWT. Randomness. I fill these blog post with random shit because I know you guys space out at about this part of the para shitnipplesvaginabumcuntfuck graph.


See what I did there? *eyebrow raise*
Errgghhh, lately I've been feeling kinda down for no reason, like.... I'd go from being happy to sad and then sadder and then sadder and then feeling like shit about myself. I guess there was the 'blow to self esteem' that y'all know about. But laiikess, I thought I was over that. It's funny how my view on being Lucy changes almost everytime I post. Last time, I was all proud and comedic about it, this time it's more... pessimistic. Lucy.... I durno. People just hate me, they hate my guts, and I try so hard for them not to. I used to pretend I was someone else, but now I'm being Lucy and it's not any better than being a faux. I mean, I'm clumsy, it takes me four tonnes of make up to look beautiful, I can't run for my life, I make too many mistakes, I have unhelpful amounts of blonde moments, I can't stay in a relationship for more than a week without a huge load of perserverance and *grin-and-bear-it*, I actually just fail at life. The hilarity of it, that I'm blessed with so much, but yet, it feels like life is being lived elsewhere. I guess some of it is the lack of freedom. My parents always say that they trust me but when it comes to what other teenagers do... no, I'm restricted.

When I was younger, the lack of freedom didn't effect me, people wouldn't make fun of me for it like they do now. I just wish that I could be somebody else, like... be trusted and treated equally with my sister and stuff. I dunno. I have no clue what I want, and probably never will, but I know that that is one of the things that's getting me down.

Farah Fawcett + Wacko Jacko...
DEAD.
Farahhh.... terminal cancer, so relatively expected.
Jacko, outta the blue 'cardiac arrest'.

Ahahaha,
My head is totally poundingggggg.

Todaayyy consisted of me, Keeva, Jemma and Dylan trekking to MC'D's and then meeting G there, and then there was the drive thru thing which was kinda funny, cus we thought it'd be a good idea to walk through the drive thru but we pussied out last minute and made our way to the bus stop. Then we chilled in the playground, Cillian and Dave came out, then Dave was pushing skags on the swings and Chris came out for laiiikes ten minutes and then Dave + Chris were all hyped for Marty's party but with what's being said around the place, it sounds like it's going to be a drunken fuckfest. XD I'd be worried at that. Asian meeting set. I sound racist, but I'm really just being factual, and we <3 town=" mutual">


So I'mma love you and leave you.
Comment, follow, plug.
LUCY XOXOX

2'k9 (: Bayubs.

I'm coming down, bring me up, take it off, let's just touch...
☮❤


Yola,
my buds.
It's Lucyyyyy.
I'm probably here with a longer post. To be honest, this blog is just spiralling downwards, it always wasssss. So it probably will be deleted by the end of Summer 2'k'9, my pretties.
Unless you comment and get your friends to comment and your mothers and cousins and that pervy indian man who added you on Facebook. And follow. And shizznit. (:

Comment question: How is your Summer?
My summer so far has basically been a fail, what with the break ups and the continuous blondeness and that day where I left my house in a tutu and hot pants and thought I didn't look like a whore and then yesterday I burnt my boobs, and I lost someone's shoe a few days ago. I'm a walking fail. XD I guess it's who I am, like Keeva's the gorgeous emo one, Ashling is the tall non emo one, Jemjem is the slightly shy scene-haired one, Dave is the guitar obsessed sex-haired one, ermmm and the others im not assed describing. But yeah, I'm Lucy, the weird one who fails a lot and winks at little boys. Haha. And I'm the one who is both the clumsiest and least athletic. The others can run for their lives, but my inner fat kid stops me. Well, I'll always have the good summer memories like Jones and skittles and sun and grass fights and the 69 signs everywhere. Oh god, I'm reminiscing on something that's not even over! ROFL.

Boysssss. God knows when they'll ever grow up. It's not even singular boys, it's the fucking SPECIEEEEEEEEEES. They mess with our heads, like.. put their hands in, alter our brains and then break us into pieces. TBH, never truly experienced being heart broken, but judging from others and little pieces of evidence. Know what I mean? And then Twilight with it's magical BS telling us that boys have crooked smiles and sweep us off our feet and sacrifice their lives. XD So clearly, the media is screwing us over, just like the boys themselves are. I'm not making so much sense this morning. Metro Station to the brain. I <3 Trace and his emo douchebaggery *quote from Smosh's 'Unitarded'*. (:

Next band having a Metro Station Effect...3OH!3. They're going mainstream like..... twsshhhh. It's so damn annoying. I liked being all indie-techno with my music. Brokencyde better not fly onto Spin1038 or FM104. I would kill myself, or just chop my ears off so I wouldn't have to listen to the horrible fan girl crys of 'BC13 MOTHERFUCKERSSS' and they'd all die their hair green and wear fuckloads of eyeliner and tiny studded belts around their heads. Ughhhhhhhh. That'd be the apocalypse. I'd go into hiding.



Well, that's it. Because there's no in school gossip cus I'm not in school.

But anyway.... KEITH AND CHRIS MET.
XDXDXDXD

LUCY LOVES YOUUUU
(:
~XOXOX

B00.

Crazy apeshit bullshit procrastinate penis.
Yo, homeskillets.
A lot has happened since the last post. And it's only my fault that I haven't posted.
Well, about 10 minutes after I posted, that relationship ended. And then the night before last another one started, and last night, he ended it. I was broken up with twice in two weeks... hahaha. I fail. Oh well. I felt pretty shitty about it for likeeeee the whole night but then this morning it was like 'Ahh fuck it, it's Summer, and he's pretty gay'. Likeeeee. Yeah. He is gay. To be honest, most of the boys in my area are going to end up homosexual or homeless. Because it's a rural town, practically just a farm with a Tesco and Xtravision. I mean, most of the kids hang at the playground or tesco or in their houses, it's certainly not suburbia, or anywhere else for that matter. It's...original in a shitty way. Likeeeeeee........ ermmm......Al Gore.

ERgghhhhhhhhhhhh.
Well yeah.
TTYl,
just a brief update.
LUCY XOXO

Mehhh crushes.

OH Haaaiii.

Well you know how I said that I wasn't dumped?
10 minutes after I posted, I got dumped. His reason: He didn't have enough time.
*Cough* LIE *cough*. The next day Keeva and Keith told me zee real reason was because he didn't like hanging out with me. IRONYYYYYY muchos. I dunno. Anyways, I was surprisingly upset by it all, and spent my morning moping, crying and eating noodles, but then Ashbear, the saviour that she is, came over and we ate expensive Swiss chocolate and oreos and watched Harry Potter and The Chamber Of Secrets. And threw bracelets at his msn picture on my computer screen. Jonny was a lot of help confidence-wise, with all this self-esteem boosting 'you're smoking hot' talk and 'he doesn't deserve you'. Fun fun fun. XD Fuck him, maaaaaan. I gots my own life and I'm moving on to bigger *oo-er* and better things. I already like two new people. That's a confusing dilemma though. Because I do still like the ex. Dammit. I have strong feelings for all three of 'em. Fuck them hormones, they ruin everything. Roflmao.

Welllllllllllz, I have a photoshoot with Scotford tomorrow, me and Keeva be posing. Likeee.. supamodels. Merissa and Fiona did a shoot, and the thing that struck me was the clear skin. Nobody our age has clear skin... especially Fiona cus she doesn't wear foundation. Scott edited out all the crapness, so me and Keeva will have all these photos of us looking spectacularmazingasm. (:

Errrmmmmmmmmmm, oh yes, and there's this other thing about a dastardly cheating boyfriend who has this hottie, intelligent girlfriend and is cheating and it's all tangly and oh noesssss... it's turning into a Mean Girl/John Tucker fiasco. :(


That's really it, in fairnessssss. Although yesterday, that was fun, reeeaaaaal fun.

Hahaha. Well I'mma go.
So TTYYLLLLLLLL losers/lovers.
LUCYXOXO

Hey hater... sign languageee...middle finger

Haii Thurrrr.
Muchos Poptart to you all.
Urrmmm. Yawwh.
1 comment on last point, I may possibly re-delete this blog just for the sake of reason and how NOBODY even reads this. Well, todaii so far is trés boring cus peeps are in town and I'm at home doing nothing and I don't feel good and I'm bored outta my tree.

Life in Ireland is so monotonous. It's literally eat, sleep, shit, hang out. There are hardly any good concerts over here. Metro Station, Muse, Green Day and Placebo are coming and that's IT. I mean, the town I come from produced a fine young band called Above Control, but our youth's insatiable hunger for rock cannot be eased with ONE HOMEGROWN BAND. I would eat my foot in excitement and ecstasy if The Academy Is... or Death Cab played Ireland. I mean, I know.... 3 fans! So it could be one of those indie underground gigs. I've never been to one of them, that could be quite scintillating.

Ahaha, and we got kicked out of the playground earlier in the week for talking about butt sex loudly. It took me a second to notice that it was filled with kids. I don't even know where the conversation started at. I mean.. lemme think.... errm...... maybe we were talking about gays. Wait.... I think we were talking about incest because there was this huge traveller wedding on at the local church and there was a horse drawn cinderella carriage and pink limo and frilly blue dresses and everything. Haha. Roflcopter.

If I'm alone all day I will be a danger. And I wasn't broken up with. I'm just a paranoid freak of a person. Clappedy clap.

LUCYXOXO

Bl0G IS BAACK. Rawr. :]

OMFGGGGZ.
Well, hai guys.
Sorry about the downtime the blog had.
My cousin told my aunt, and my aunt ratted me out to my mom.
My mom had a bloody cow, so I deleted the blog and then undeleted it, changed the url and name to Muchos Poptart. I'm beginning to like Muchos Poptart better than Candy Shop Cocaine.

I did begin to miss it, and I was terrriblé bored without it so... yawh it's back? Did you miss it... hmm? Comment on zee topic down below, like where this post's vagina would be... get ma' drift?

Lifee. Err. It seems to be getting better, kinda. But I'm still the utterly confused, tiny blonde tramp I was before. And I fail at lifeeeee. Like Dan does. Haaaha. I got boyfriended by the guy I liked. I got fed up of holding it in, get what I'm saying? So on msn, I just cassuuaaallllyyy asked who he was lurving and he said nobody. At that part, I was kinda worried. 'Cus, in my head, I was about to make a general arsey loon of myself. So he asked me the same question, to which I replied 'not saying'... which is my retarded way of being mysterious and alluring. And then it went like..'please?'..'no.' for ages. Until I finally just said..' Kai I like yuu.' And then he goes maybe I like you too...(which confused me 'cus he just said he liked nobody? XD the male species will never make muchos sense). So then he goes 'wanna go out?'. If you can't guess my answer, go get your head checked. Haha.

Only problem is that I get this odd feeling that he's gonna break up with me now, and Chris said he got that feeling when Aoife was about to break up with him, and sure enough, that night she DID break it off. That made my paranoia worse.. it's like 'kthxbai chris' XD.

And Keeva and Ashbear are talking to me again, apparently, most peeps are neutral in the 'hating lucy' thing. Bar, laiiikee, Laura and Merissa and shit, but likee I care. My boyfriend has bigger tits... sorry, I try not to bitch, but it had to be said. And it's offense to them, not to him. XD

Nothing else to say, but I need comments, so if you bothered reading, comment!
Even as anonymous, even be a bitch!
XD

Well, Lucy is out...
BYEEE OXOX

WTF?

Thursday Evening, 7.26pm

Hello, my peepses,
I'm so sorry for being unfaithful as of late! I'm such a bitch ass with my darn procrastination, I did the same with studying. Speaking of studying, test results back today... DX. Okay, the test was on five months of education, two of which I was absent for. I was hardly expected to ace them anyway, if ya get my drift. Well, I mostly got B's and C's, one D, one no grade and an A in English. Yawwhh, for all of you who haven't guessed, I N/Ged in Maths. Also, I'm s'posed to be getting braces next week. Grrr. It's all getting to me.

Apparently, according to the fucking parentals, I'm now getting grinds in Maths for the rest of the SUMMER!!!! And then the braces. And then everything else that's little and insignificant compared to everyone else's problems. It's just stressing me out so much, to the point that some days I cry for hours, for no apparent reason. And my hair is still falling out. I don't get it, I have SUCH A GREAT LIFEEEE. I'm such a cunt! I don't deserve such a great life, I'm never happy anyway. I don't get it, I'm so lucky to have a nice family, and good friends, and shelter, and food, and rest, and money and everything, but even then I'm so upset by little things, and I don't want any of it. I'm such a selfish littlee cowwww.

22 followers.

Guys, I don't feel like posting now, but everyone, leave comments.
Advice?

LUCY XO

Blackholes and revelaaaaations.

Friday Afternoon, 16.22pm


Hello interwebs,
I'm so filled with creative enthusiasm that I had to blog right now, without any pictures taken today.

In case you all got ran over before I posted and now have amnesia, my name is Lucy.
Hehe, 7 days exactly since the start of the Summer break. One of those days spent with an actual human being (aka. Kate) and the other six I spent
hanging out with my mom, dad and sister. Wooo, what a great life, dare I add? Apologies for the infrequent posting problemo, I'm just too damn lazy,
and I procrastinate a lot. I kept saying... 'Oh yeah, I'll just make a blog post now' and then it ends up unfinished in my drafts. You blog-readers would
have a total field day in my blog drafts. Only one comment on the last post, blog readers. If nobody cares about this blog, I really will shut it down.
Awhaw, this post needs at least 2 comments and 1 clicky-rate thingy that isn't 'crapola' or I'll shut this bitch straight motherfucking down. I have 20 followers and the last post got 2 comments. What am I doing wrong here, peoples? *headdesk*


I had a lot of revelations today. In a supermarket with my mom. A lot of interesting things happen to me in supermarkets, especially lately. Firstly, while my mom did some grocery shopping, I trekked off to the book shop. I had... €30 euro with me, not one cent my own, mind you. Hoping to get at least two books. Lalala... I basically skipped over to the young adult section to see if the Georgia Nicolson finale was out, or the Airhead sequel. To my horror, my face started melting into my jaw line in realization. 95% of the books were about vampires. Top shelf: Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn. Next shelf: Four series of books about vampires. Next shelf: The same. What has the world become of?! I ended up getting three books: My Not So Simple Life by Joanna Nadin, Scatterheart by Lili Wilkinson (Lili Wilkinson...the name flows really well, don't you think?) and Beautiful Dead (Book 1- Jonas) by Eden Maguire. None about vampires, but they were basically the only ones that weren't.

Another thing I noticed was that at 2pm, all the good looking men arrive at your local supermarkets. I mean, single divorcee women, get your asses down to your supermarket right now.... well, if it's 2pm when you read this, do. It was packed with eye-candy, like a shipping box full of eye-candy. One of the men that truly stood out was a tall, slim man in a pinstripe suit, with black thick rimmed glasses, and short brown hair. He was standing at the coffee counter with a newspaper under his arm and my insides practically melted. It was like *sensegasm*. For some reason, guys in suits are always turn-ons to me. It's the whole, clean, crisp, I-took-my-time-today-to-look-like-a-Boss-model kinda thing. Yummm.

The final thing I noticed is that my mom is a total saint and I feel crappy and unworthy when I'm around her. We were driving to the supermarket in her Rav, and we come across a small older man stumbling around on the road, looking rather lost and bewildered. He clearly had some sort of special need and I didn't really think much of it, him stumbling bewildered, I mean. My mom was a bit baffled and kept her eye on him. Suddenly, he starts walking onto a busy junction. That's when my mom, the christian she is, opens her door, and offers the man a lift. She escorts him to the safe side of the road, helps him into the car, does his seatbelt. When we were in the supermarket, she opened his door for him, after she left him right in front of the door. My mom, she isn't Hitler, but she most certainly doesn't save puppies for a living or anything. I felt kinda bad for the man anyway, he must have a pretty hard time. So, yeah, moral of story, Lucy has saintly mom.

Lucy has done NONE of her Summer list thing. Mostly because you need friends to do any of the things on the list. I'll make another, easier, simpler, shorter list for myself to achieve...next blog. Hehe.

Twilight phenomenon has already been mentioned in this post, but I remembered something that I noticed in the bookshop now. The Host isn't such a crappy book. Twilight, and the rest of the saga, just don't flatter her abilities. I'm going to be as blunt and Lucyrific as I possibly can be here, and this is a fact: Twilight is just High School Musical gone emo. Think about it. Okay, Twilight isn't a musical, I get it. But it's the same basis: Boy meets girl, forbidden by peer group, in the end, happily ever after. The Host totally pwns Twilight. Twilight has no sex scenes because it's based towards twelve year olds, but The Host has one.... even though in the end nothing happens because the dude has no contraceptive devices 'cus he's like living in the desert, hiding from the alien-human mabobbers. I think I just ruined the book. Hehe.

Lovewise, Lucy is still single. But she has mixed feelings towards a person or two, and no, no matter who you are, I'm not gonna disclose who I like or kinda like or don't like. I noticed that I've been fed bullshit that I've only ever had a crush. IMHO, Love is when you see this particular person or even just someone who looks like them, your heart beats a little faster and your stomach gets fuzzy, when you regret everything you say and feel like facepalming, when you try to subtly ignore them but end up subtly stalking them, when you'd do anything just for them to feel the same way. Even if you don't know the person, even if you have never talked to them, that's love, my friend. And that's why I believe in internet dating, even though I don't do it myself.

Listening to Almost Here, the 2005 The Academy Is... album a lot lately. It's just my kinda beat, and their best album to me. Erm... oh yesssss, I have some bands that I recently started loving that you guys should know about:

• Nickasaur!
• A Cursive Memory
• Surrender The Dancefloor
• Rocket Summer
• The Secret Handshake
• The Media Says
• The Maine
• Hit The Lights

Yeah, go check them out!

Something else I realized (gosh, this post is just filled with revelations....blackholes and revelations... rofl) is that Carls Jr. is paying all the big name youtubers except Fred to make videos about their Portabello Mushroom burger. Sxephil, Nigahiga, Hot For Words, iJustine, Smosh and more. Yikeeees. Smosh and Nigahiga ones are my favourite. Natalie/Communitychannel would've totally hit a project like that outta the ball park. Like....swwwwwwwwsssssshhhhhhh, and if you guys haven't checked out her hoedown throwdown in a bear costume with her singing, check it, it's on her channel. :)

Well, that's all that mattered to me today, bitches.
Remember the comment ultimatum, and pleaseeee tell your friends.
Whoever tells their friends gets a sign from me for their a-magical forum signature/bebo/facebook/myspace/etc... XD
LUCY XOXO

L-O-V-E is just another word I'll never learn to pronounce.

20.54pm, Monday Evening.




Ughhh... Spent my day doing relatively nothing. Woke up, slightly more swine fluey. Feeling crappy, like most days. Most of the morning, I lounged around lazily. Then I popped off for some Summer shopping with my mom and sister. Just Penneys/Primark and H&M, got a very Lady Gaga Skirt, short black pencil skirt with a large white bow covering the ass. I <3 the skirt. L-O-V-E. But every single one of the people who hate me now, the ex-friends as I affectionately call them, have had or have great relationships. I am so unbelievably jealous. I don't have the same qualities as them, I'm not as nice, or talented, or perfect, or pretty *etc* but still... does that mean I'll be single forever? Probably. I mean, there are so many people who are my age who are completely, irrevocably in love. It's getting odd, it's actual love at this stage. I guess it's mental acceleration. Kids nowadays are brought up thinking underage sex, drinking and boxing weed is normal. Why not love? I dunno.
Susan Boyle was sent for mental assessment after the Britain's Got Talent final. Some news.
Grr.... short post.
I'm not making much sense. I just ate four slices of peanut butter on toast, I think I'm going to officially throw up, so I'd better go.

I leave you with an embed of Bell X1's Natalie.
One of my favourite songs ever.
Enjoy.
LUCYXOXO