Oh bugger.

(Pic I Took A While Ago.
Click for HQ.)


I'm too obsessed with 'Naive' By The Kooks. It's my new build-me-up song. To build me up. I need to take some action; Stop being such a whiney little bitch. I need to be nicer. I'mma try. Because deep under the make-up and lies and whoring, there's an innocent little girl, a kind one.. the one my mom fondly remembers and brings up a lot. I'm just Lucy. That's what I'm staying as. I'm going to organize some charity work. And play with my dog. And be kinda... happier. And not care what everyone else thinks.

Please, comment. LUCY XOX
(PS. Will make long post tomorrow.. Too depresso with whipped cream today..)

I'm so sick of all of this.

NAIVE.

(random picture I took in Wexford,
click for better quality viewing)

Shedding tears for basically the whole day. I don't even know why. Okay, I'm overly sensitive... I established that years ago. I got dumped this morning. It's so odd... the people I like the most never give me much of a chance, do they? I mean... 9 days. I suppose at least she gave me a week. 2009: Year of Lucy's destroyed confidence. I never had much self esteem. Okay, like 5 years ago I did. Then there was the bullying and slagging and glasses and mistakes. Secondary school wasn't much better; I just got put down more. Reduced to a mound on a chair, to put it simply. And then the scoliosis check. You know when you dismiss things in your mind, like tests or anything really? That's how I entered that hall. I was so confident it was a waste of time, and that all our spinal cords were perfect. But no. Me, the misfit, the reject, the person at the side of the social cliques had to have bloody curvature. Didn't help that I was terrified of hospitals... with that familiar sickening smell of formaldehyde and stomach acid. I remember the first day I entered Crumlin hospital for Scoliosis. Trembling, in tears, being yelled at by my mam for crying. I was terrified. The google information told me that I was dying slowly, something that the doctor denied. And there was all the period talking too, which made it worse, since everyone could hear, and I could feel the salt-water tears drying quickly and my cheeks burning in utter humiliation. The talk of back braces was worse, I mean, I was an outcast as it was. I didn't need a brace. I was even shallower back then than I am now. How was I supposed to spend 8 years of my life in a back brace, whilst being normal? Teenagers are cannibals, viciously ripping the people they consider their 'best mates forever' to pieces. I remember on the way home, the starched silence, bitter like blood, ignoring the cigarette smoke and the wind whipping my hair back. That was the start of deterioration. From that point, I shriveled and hid. I had four friends... I didn't even tell them for ages. And then their was that P.E confrontation when that bitch of a hockey coach took me aside in front of everyone and started bringing the situation up. The over-sensitivity meant I started roaring crying then and there, in front of 30 whorish, spiteful young girls. Scoliosis really just wrecked me. I had around 4 friends... none of which ever stood up for me. I just got verbally attacked repeatedly, trying to resist the urge to cry. That Summer, though, that was nice. I got my hair cut, and I got contact lenses... and it was all spectacular. That June I had another hospital appointment, and by then, I considered it procedure. Both parents were there, I felt so uncomfortable. Another x-ray. Some feeling around on my back. Then he asked me to leave and talked to one of those lovely, pretty nurses that reassured me that I'd probably just have occasional posture lessons or exercises. My parents emerged from that room all silent and secretive. I should have guessed something was going on. But I didn't... damn naivety. I went on holidays then, had a lovely time. Then a month later, they told me I had to have scoliosis correction surgery, which is a big surgery. I knew from google that only bad scoliosis cases needed the op. I lost like 50% of my trust towards my parents then. It wasn't them getting the surgery, was it? They had no right to keep it from me even if they were just trying to protect me. Then I was really upset... They tried to fix things by giving me this laptop. I mean, they always do that. To fix errors, they flood me with material items that I really don't need. Consolation prizes, I guess. Christmas in hospital. More friends by then, the alternative ones, who listened to whiney emo bands, the ones I still like. And then the scar. That brutal scar. I watched scrubs on my stomach for 2 months because I couldn't walk or do anything properly. I didn't feel like eating. I didn't feel like seeing people. I was in unbearable pain for at least 12 hours a day. I could hardly sleep. And then I had to go to school, for mostly half days, and I was with my friends and grrr. Then they ditched me once, took me back, and then did it again. That whole scenario was threaded with venomous msn conversations about how much make up I wore and how much of a bitch I was and how I was Hitler re-incarnate. It was terrible, I was so alone. I sat with the smart kids at lunch, and then in Summer, they took me back. I adore them now. I really don't know why. Bar Ashling and Jemma. They were there through everything. 6 Summer Relationships..... the 3 that were vaguely beautiful, mysterious and interesting gave me less than two weeks. I still feel like total shit. I'm such a horrible person, aren't I? A blatant, horrid bitch. Whore. Slut. Fuck it. I hate myself. I wish I could just skip past all of this shit. Phone rang. I randomly started shouting 'Fuck off, fuck off, FUCK OFF!!'


Well. Off I go into le rack of love.
I leave you with a pretty little Disney AMV for the song I've been drowning myself in all day, Naive by The Kooks. Enjoy.
LUCY XOXO




(Ps. Sorry for the hideous venting. Pps. I know.... TLNR. But still. )

Lesbian slut action force GO!

Bloggedy Blog Blog Blog. Look over there. MS Paint picture again. It's odd how much I love that program. Okay: Note to self, egg white face masks make face stiff and itchy and stiff and itchy don't go if there's egg on your face because itching face=ruining facemask and eggy hands. Eyebrows feel like Barbie Hair because they're like plastic hair type feeling. I yawned and it felt like clothes pegs were tugging at my neck. Note to readers: Rubbing dry egg yolk off small womanstache hurts like hell-in-a-headlock. I just noticed how stupid it is to say 'lmao' when your ass is probably completely intact and you're not laughing at all, more like smirking inwardly to yourself like a loon. First day of school today. 9-12. Was seriously not looking forward to it. I was like grrr. Boo you, life. I love school breaks way too much. Hustle and bustle of School life will get me down again. I betcha. And the bitchy little whores. There are enough of them outside of school. *goes to wash egg off face*. I also had dinner and applied faithful sudocrem on spots. How d'ya even spell that? I don't have a clue. Where was I again? Oh yes, school. Well, it's been 3 hours of school so far and already I can hear the faint buzzing of the words 'lesbian' and 'slut' as I pass by people on the corridors. A) Not lesbian, actually, am bisexual. Kai kai, gossipwhores? B) Not slut either, just jump at opportunities because I don't get many because I am average looking, spotty teenager with mediocre personality and tendency to extreme bitchnosity. Welcome to La-la Land, you dirty little hoe... Best sentence to describe first day back in le school. Am relieved about some stuff though. Still incredibly stressed avec la maison situation. Recession situation. Same thing. Probably have made it obvious. GRR. WTF am I on about? I'm slowly diving head first into insanity. Like slow motion olympic insanity-diving. Scott is quite annoying; The boy is in Portugal yet he is still on his laptop. Msning. He acts so up his own arse that it must get hard for him to breathe fresh, non-anal polluted air. I haaaate people like that. Although, I am one. Hehe. Irony.




Embedded cover of Miley Cyrus' Party In The Usa. Okay, first, go listen to the original song if you haven't heard it already. T'is the most ginormous pile of bull that has been voluntarily listened to by moi. It's like 'Yada yada yada.... Jay-z.... Blah Blah Blah.....USA IS GREAT...yada yada yada... Ma nayumsss Maaally Saaaarruusss.' Then I heard BLT's (Shane Dawson's Friend. *cough* We all know she's not just his friend *cough*.) version, the one I embedded, and I was like OMIGAWSH HOLY SHIT WOAAAAAH. It's so much better than the hillbilly earanticlimax that the Disney Corporation crapped out. So yeah.

Nothing else to talk about. Possibly/hopefully seeing Final Destination 3D tomorrow. Cannot wayut. (:

HEY HO.
IMMA GO.
*cue some guitary Ramoney stuff*

LUCY XOXO


(ALSO... YES, YOU STUPID HOES, I DID NOTICE THAT YOU DIDN'T BOTHER GOING TO LE TAGBOARD BAR VICKY 'CUS SHE RAWKS MY SAWKS...)

Guess you'd better go and get your armour....

Bonjour, mes petites croissaints. Je m'appelle Lucy et j'ai un grand cheval noir.

(picture I drew in MS Paint wiff ma ickle cuzz)
Okay, my name actually is Lucy, mais non, je n'ai pas un grand cheval noir.
So. Skin is not glitchy anymore, like it was a few days ago. I put in the mixpod playlist and then the nice blog column shifted itself off to the right. In my pyjamas. No bra on. I'm supposed to be drying my hair and shuffleuffling back to my grandmamaw's house, but zee effort, so here I am blogging. Can't remememember if I already said this, but reason that Lucy is in Granny's house is because parentals conveniently decided to trek off for business meeting in Berlin, Land of Germans, on the last two days of Summer holliers. Otai, I shouldn't be pissy because it's, loike, totally important business shit but I still am because I'm back to school tomorrow morning and I'm stuck with 6 kids under the age of 7 hanging off my arms. Grr. On the bright side, Final Destination 3D on Saturday. I think I'll physically cry if I don't get in. Like... WAHWAHWAH. Because it is like highlight of week. I'll probably be scarred for life by a horror film in 3D, but oh well. I'll live with it. I need to grow some testies before Saturday. Maybe Viagra-Testosterone cocktail would help. Wonder if Tesco sells that...

From this gutter, we're still staring at the stars...... Gotta love Bell X1. Funny new TheStation video on youtube. Shane Dawson, Lisa Nova and Phillip De Franco as porn stars. My kind of porn. Thing I found odd was that they all had clothes on. Who wears clothes whilst filming a porn movie? I don't know. Not exactly my definition of easy access. Rest in peace Mr. Senator Kennedy, anyways. I swear to god, I'll go into school tomorrow and Ms. McEnery will pounce and ask us who died, when, where, why they died, how they died, what was their mothers name. And I'll go ... eh... KENNEDY SENATOR THINGMABOB YEAH. Under pressure... Lucy speek no good Engalishes. Owee, my back hurts. I fell off a swing going backwards yesterday, because I'm a smart young thing. Rose of Tralee was on last night. For all you international ladeez and gyintlemen, it's some traditional Irish thing where pretty girlies who can do some sort of talent (mostly irish dancing or crap singing) sell themselves for TV. Okay, not selling themselves, more like expose themselves (oo-er). It's neither of them, it's quite indescribable. Let's just settle that it's an Irish tradition that families all sit and watch Rose of Tralee with biscuits and stuff before bed. Some random chick won. The amount of bloody Australians was ridiculous. Fucking love Ireland, they do. Don't have a clue why. Deepest in r-word - Check. Rains all the time - Check. Ugly, fat cunts roaming streets - Check. Hardly any Starbucks branches - Check. This country is so lovable... *cough* major sarcasm *cough*.

Little sisters ruin days. My one brought 6 year old cousin up to house whilst I was nakey in towel eating breakfast. And then text-ratted-me-out 'cus I wouldn't open the door and called her an ugly fat whore. In the end, ran upstairs and got dressed in pyjamas just to open the door for her. She grabbed 3 biscuits and coke and then ran out. See. This is how I know that the kids of the future are doomed.
Well. Imma go msn because I am lazy fuck. Hehehe.
LUCY XOXO tagboard - follow - tell your friends

Penis rings and silly things...

On and on, in reckless abandon....




PIKA PIKA. 21:05. Beautiful robots dancciingggggg alone. Sorry. Stuck in my head from X-factor. D-Day, T-minus 3 days and counting. Can't believe school's creeping upon us with a vengeance. Summer was good. Slightly monotonous but good. I want it to last forever and ever. Amen. Couldn't resist that prayer joke. I mean, it's ending on a good note. Plenty of friends, beautiful girlfriend, okay weather. I can't help but feel depressed at how fast it went by though. It was short, imho and a few others. What about you? Did you think it went by fast? CBOX RESPONSE TIME. Today. Eventful muchos. Kinda. Not really. Me and Shell kissed for once. Which is good, because I'm usually really shy about shit like that. I would've never kissed any of my boyfriends if they hadn't made the move first. Girl-girl relationships are more confusing. Okay, I usually don't get as open as this on the blog, displaying shit involving others, but I kinda feel the need to and nobody really reads this. Haha. Thursday night, when we first got together as a couple, I was somewhat worried as to the failure I'd cause. I fail at boyfriends, something completely usual-normal-etc. WTF was I gonna do with a girlfriend? Pros and cons in my head. I like Shell a lot more than most people I like ever. Girls understand more about other girls. More kissable. Better curves. Nice personality. Makes me laugh. I have no clue how to amuse a girl. People's opinions in school. Parents certainly cannot find out. Still no clue. But I put the cons aside. And then she thought I wasn't into her, when I was really just kinda worried about the house and my granny and how odd-in-a-good-way it feels to be with someone of the same sex. So the kiss is a milestone of me jumping over some fears. I guess. It was nice anyway.

Hardly anyone tagged before they left. GRR. I hate people who don't tag before they leave. Nothing to talk about now. Ahaha. I really truly hate when that happens, 'cus I was eating dinner and blogthoughts were bubbling around in my mind and innerlucy said 'I fink this will be a good long interesting funny post' but then I didn't even word vomit or anything and I end up with short relationship feeling post. News for today. We found a vibrating penis ring in the alley beside Gala. We decided that since Buttons saw the packet it came in beside it, it was safe to pick it up. We went into But's house and I washed the penis ring and made a poptart and brushed my hair. Then Buttons put the penis ring on whilst me and Shell looked away and he turned it on and we felt his crotch and it was like 'TZZZZZZZZ'. Good times. We trekked to le playground again and then Keith and Christoph put it on. Without washing after, like we did wiff Buttons. Ick ick. I kept touching it though after, 'cus I'm cool like that.


Well. I'mma go now.
Tagboard-Follow-ETC.
LUCY XOXOXO


...Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?

Things have changed fo' meee-eeeeee-eeeee...

Spun the stars on her fingernails...
But it never made her happy.

Why hello there.
5.18pm. Sunday le 23 of August.
New blog layout, if you noticed. I know, I know, misspelled 'too'. I didn't make the skin, I just nicked it and deleted le credits. That makes me a bad girl. Santa says he doesn't like bad girls.. but boy, he loves naughty girls. They make him come once a year and put his candy cane in their gift bags. Haha. Don't cha just loveee dirty Christmas jokes? Well, was grounded today. Get this: Because my room wasn't tidy. I spent like 2 hours everyday for the past month trying to clean it. And then I get grounded. It was supposed to be for the whole week before School but even horrid parents (JK .. shifty eyes) like mine thought that was slightly cruel. Sad note... fishies died. The ones Melissa and I bought. I don't really give a shite though. Just less effort for me. RIP fishies anyway. Bloody 'Ell. I don't even remember their names. A/C gig last night. Wasn't there. Costs too much. And I really don't think Above Control are as awesome as people say. If you dare utter those words in a town like Celbridge, you'll get bate. Bate= Irish slang for 'beaten to a pulp'. Exhibit A) I'll bate ya round the head if ya do that again. Exhibit B) Brenda: 'They were having such wild, loud, passionate sex... ' Bridget: 'Sounded like he was bloody batin' her.' Gotta love the Irish; Especially since I'm one of 'em.

Guess what time of year it is? Time to bathe? No, you silly, it's X Factor time. Ughh. Considering last night, instead of sitting at home with my parents and Aldi choccy biscuits with tea, I was outside having a life, maybe I shouldn't judge on the start of this season. Okay, whatever, I'll do it anyway. Betcha it'll be the same bunch of sob stories as last time...

• 'My mother died in childbirth.... today is coincidentally her birthday.. as was last Wednesday... and I want to win this in honour of her. *queue Cheryl tears and Danni's emotionless botox quiver*.
• My baby boy died last week.
• My wife died yesterday. *Insert audience sympathy*.
• I'm a social worker who helps innocent orphans.
  
• I'm blind.

That last one was kinda edging more towards American Idol, but you get the nub & gist. Don't get me wrong, they can sing well. But for once I'd like to see a genuine good singer on TV without a tear-jerking life bio. Like... Michael The Butcher, who found his talent whilst pounding steak cuts and singing along to Girls Aloud. Or Teresa The Post Office Worker, who entered the village karaoke contest singing 'I will survive' and went on to the Belfast Auditions. I seriously don't hate people who have problems... I guess I just have a blatantly offensive sense of humour... But c'mon, there must be at least one person who is a lucky fuck who can sing too. *Dramatic sigh* We all love 'reality' TV way too much in the noughties.

BTW. Yes, that picture up there is of me. Camera still broken. Taken on phone. Grr to a goose.
Ah yes. So yesterday, instead of going A/C gig, I went off to Brucy's for her 16th. Okay, honesty here, was not invited. But I showed up anyway because Missa and Ashbear were going and I'd have no friendies then. We were there for 1 and a half hours and the peeps hadn't showed up. We talked to her cousin the whole time and watched Kerrang. I mean. Waste of le grande time. She came 10 minutes before me and Ash left. I was like OMIGAWSH JUST GRR TO YOU. She was with everyone else too. So, I was like omfg shock hawrer, because I had to be at playground for 9 so my dad could collect me without knowing I left the area. Panic panic. Ash's mom dropped me off at playground and Shell and shtuff were there so I was like yaaay. And then we all lived moderately ever after. The end.


Okay, well, awwf I go to live moy loife.
Check out new Smosh vid with Dane Shawson. Hehe.
LUCY XOXO


Comment over there in pretty new NOTEDROP BOX.

Polish ducks and quick fucks...

Made of plastic, and elastic, he is rugged and long-lasting, who could ever ever ask for more?
Love without complications galore? -Porcelain And The Tramps

(T'is my dog. Her name is Bonnie. She is beside my knees. In this crappy cam-phone-quality pic.)

Before anyone goes 'AMAGAWWWSH WTF' to the quote up there, it's a song and it has no relevance at all to any life situations or whatevs; It's just a good song. Coin-Operated Boy- Porcelain and The Tramps. Not on itunes, but I think it's on youtube. I have the mp3 anyway, msn me if ya wanna hear it. So, there is a teeny weeny bit of news unlike most days. I haves a girlfrieeend. I mean, yessh, to anyone who reads this blog (bar Vicky in this situation XD), it has become quite clear that I'm not exshaaactly straight. Well, Yeah, I'm not. If you didn't know. Best thing about it is that I've liked this girl for quite a while. She's gorgeous, and nice, and awesome and pretty much beats any girlfriend you could imagine. She does have blonde moments, but I have more, so t'is all good. Blonde moments make things sweeter. It tastes like you only sweeetteeerrrr. I always randomly run off into lyrics. Especially with Fall Out Boy. It tends to annoy people. I don't get how people can hate on Fall Out Boy; They're too damn adorable with Pete's crappy bass playing and looking like a monkey... a sexy monkey... and then Patrick's kinda strong, sophisticated vocals... and then the other two. Don't get me wrong, big F/O/B fan, but I can never ever ever remember their names. It's weird. It happens with Westlife too. Nicky, Brian BLANK BLANK. MCR: Gerard, Mikey, Ray, BLANK. His name is Ray, right? Well, I'm not even going to try to cheat using Google the way I usually would. I'm desperately trying to waste some time. I don't have to get showered 'til 1. So it's like, waiting and waiting and waiting. 'Cus it's eleven firty fhree now. Firty Fouuuuwr. I'll perrroobably make tea in a sec. And toasty woasty. Watched Liar Liar this morning. I love Jim Carrey. He's like.... my saviour. If I grow up to be ANYFING, like him, I swear, I'll praise the lord. Even though I don't even believe in the lord. Proves how much I want to be half-Jim Carrey. There's hardly any other news then. Er. There is like one of those complicated things that I really can't post because the world reads this blog. Okay, like 4 people in the world read this blog. Maybe less. I have all rights to blog though. People have rights to shut it down though. OH NO! Don't shut me down. That's shutting me up. And a Lucy without talking is a Lucy without SOUUUL. Soul, soul, severus soul. Dayum.

Vic-vic had a dream about me... (oo-er).
Not that kind of dream, actually, but it was a dream that included Polish Chickens. C&P the msn conversation because I'm too bloody teenlazy to type it all out in Lucy's words:
Vic... :] Changing MSN... vic*****rus@hotmail.co.uk says:
*Right. Well it was really normal, and we met up at the cinema. But then we started walking, and ended up in the country *and my mum's side of the family is polish. We ended up being in her neighbourhood *and we started feeding the chickens *and then there was this cat right *and we followed it down to the church... but the church was a shop. *so we bought a toothbrush each and then went out and brushed our teeth (fuck knows where we got toothpaste from). Then we threw them in the lake, walked up this mahoosive hill and ended up back in the cinema, saying 'oh that was such a good film!' *then we were just on a bus. and i woke up

Church shop. Brushing teeth. Man, you just gotta love Vic. Vic-vic-vic-victorrrrious. *to the tune of Notorious* Seee. T'was her birthday yesterday. As you can see from post up above. XD 11:42. Grr. Waiting to be ready is so weeeeird. I'mma blog brb. *makes tea*. 11:5o now. While downstairs making tea and eating crappy Aldi-choc rice crispie buns, I thought of the best wish ever. Tokio Hotel/Bring Me The Horizon collab. Kaulitz and Sykes. (Y) HXC muchos. Speaking of BMTH, I've gotten eternally bored of Pray For Plagues because whenever I go on Dave's blawwwg, it plays. Even if I just refresh for like... better quality and shizz, it starts playing again. It's mostly the intro that's gotten old, in fairness. *Blame's Dave* Only kidding, Davey, I wuv you reaaally. There was his mention. 'Cus he deserves one. Mention also to Keeva, Missa, Ash and Jemmie. Bosom buddies. I never got that phrase, but oh well. Might aswell just say breasticle buddies, or boobie buddies. Or funsack friends. Out of things to do. 11:55. Nothing left to say except I LOVE Y'ALL!


LUCY XOX

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VICKYYYYYY;

Short post dedicated to my favourite and most faithful blog follower.
And I wuuuuvvsss her for always being there for me on msn and shtuff and she's caring and beaaaautiful and kind to everyone. Not to mention funny. :]

Hope you havvee a lovely day, sweety!

LUCY XOXO

Parawhores and paper dreams...

Close your eyes and make believe...
This is where you wanna be.....
Forgetting all the memories...
Try to forgive love, 'cause love's forgotten me...

My little decoy...




On my bed. Tutu elastic 3 inches into my skin basically. Throat feels like I've swallowed sandpaper. Quite a pissy mood, I dunno why. It's the whole kinda 'list of people I like and most of them don't like me' thing. Seriously, Summer truly fucked with my self esteem. I say it ALL THE BLOODY TIME. But I was so proud of myself after the operation, I entered the Summer confident and strong and feeling beautiful. Now the Summer's whispering off into the cold grey of Winter and I feel so down and out. I'm ending this Summer as the ugly girl who entered second year last September. The girl with no boyfriend, the girl with too much make-up, the girl gaining weight rapidly over the past month. Glasses, braces and a huge scar. I really just want to leave Lucy behind, but that's not going to happen. I swear, as soon as the braces are off and my hair is dyed and I've began with a healthy diet and exercise regime, I'll be a different person. Harder, better, faster, stronger. Th-that-that-that that don't kill me can only make me stronger, but I need it to hurry up now, 'cause I can't wait much longer. It's driving me mental; I thought I was over the phase at cringing and crying at my reflection, but I hate it. I'm such a slut too. Horny as fuck. Seriously, boy tells me to oblige, and I will. My tits get me attention; That's why I let 'em hang out. Without my body, I'm a nobody, a little girl stuck in a big world. I want out. It's all so confusing and frustrating and all the draaah'ma. Grr. Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate the life I have, and I have it so easy, but it feels like something's missing, and I always want what I can't have and how come everyone else can hold down a nice, friendly boy for longer than 2 weeks? I'm just an epic fail. Epic fail to the m-a-xizzle.

On brighter, less 'zOMG this blog's so whiney/emo/pathetic' note, I watched Sweeney Todd today and I thorougghllyyy enjoyed it. I mean, I used to be bad with the whole gore thing, like slit throats and strangling and glass shards, but this barber slit about 6 peoples throats and I was fine. I did get a teeeensy bit queasy at the end when he's killing zee Judge. He's literally like 'STABBY RIP STAB STAB' and like PPPHTOW. It wasn't *holds down dinner* experience. More like *covers mouth with hand for no apparent reason* experience. I adored it. I'd buy it if I hadn't already 'shared' it. It's Tim Burton; It's part of my nature to fan-girl to any Burton movie.
I'm already fan-girling @ Alice In Wonderland and that's not out in cinemas 'til next March. Crazy ass shit right there.

'Cus that's just who I am this week. Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum. I'm just a notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in this song. Fall Out Boy lyrics are just my lifeee. Well, you know, only self obsessed teens relate to lyrics written by self obsessed teens. That's how the world works... right? I mean, Gok Wan probs listens to Elton, unless that's only considered relevant to me. In which erase the last sentence from your mind. That was probably quite offensive to the gay audience. Don't worry, I love gays. I'm not straight myself. Everyone loves gays though. It's like.. human nature. Or the opposite. Now I'm being offensive again. Forceful stfu-ittude.


Well, as always, I'm out of things to say, because Fall Out Boy is distracting. And hardly anyone's on msn.
Peace to my lovers, haters, and masturbators. (Y)
LUCY XOXO





I'll be your best kept secret, and your biggest mistake.. ;)

Dirty Little.....

Where's your gavel, your jury? What's my offence this time? You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me, well, sentence me to another life. Don't wanna hear your sad songs, I don't wanna feel your pain...



Life's
filled
with
plastic
sluts.
Two-faced
backstabbing
cock-sucking
blatant
lying
whores.
And
I'm
one
of
them
and
you're
one
of
them.
Immortal
words
of
Slipknot:

PEOPLE = SHIT.


Sorry for the angry post. I'm just.. ehh.. angry. I start fights over nothing, always have. But all of a sudden, we're all sliding into a superficial tidal wave. A tidal wave of hatred and lipgloss and lying and everything that human beings once named lethal. We should've seen it coming. It was a long time in the making, and, honestly, maybe it's a sign of end. Maybe 2012 will finish the world, along with all the super-sized no brain barbies, who think they're oh so intelligent when actually, they're just caught up in their own Twilight thunderstorm. Burn bitchesss. Might aswell do that. I mean... for actually writing this, I'm a filthy little slut. But, I will apologize someday. Obviously, still will think this way. People don't change their 'play dumb' ways. It takes years of anti-hoe training and de-whoreifying. Or, like myself, they'll just get bored of it. Which will happen to me. In a few years or so. =P



So. I'll write again later. Because the effort of turning this shit around.
Mention to Davey, who asked on msn for a mention.

Enjoy this picture. XD







LUCY XOX

Dayum, you's a sexy bitch...

Hello Thereee. 11:01, 16 of August 2009.


I love that picture of us. Never asked Keevs and Missington for permissiones to put their faces on zee blog but oops. It's a summer depiction; An Irish one at that... we were rained on before that was taken. I haven't posted in a few days and that's my bad because I'm a blooming idiot. Nothing much happening in my life. Ehhrrm. Dinner party thing last night. Took up most of my day actually, but it wasn't as shitty as it seemed, looking back on it. My mom's friend does it every year.. themed garden-banquet (not really, I just over-exaggerate) and this year it was American night. I felt so left out though, like, I walked in in my black tight-fit skinny jeans and my 'Make Cookies, Not War' T-Shirt and I felt like a total outcast. Only other 'children type people' were 10 and 12. My sister, aged 11, frolicked with them and another girl who was 13. I tried to join in, but they called me weird and ugly. I was like... ehh... thanks, that helped my self esteem. I hate when kids say it, because you know they're just telling the truth and that means I'm ugly. Fun fun fun. I barely ate anything... with food, I either eat junk food or my mother's cooking. Out of my comfort zone.. I just pick at desserts and breads and shit like that. I ended up chatting with these people my parents age.. but they were actually mighty cool.. they went to oxygen and everything. I mean, how often do you find 40-50 year olds who listen to Snow Patrol? And the dude liked photography and he had this rad ass camera and I was like ZOMG. It was craaazzzzyyy. And they had rocker sons. It was weird at first, the woman identified me as emo, which shocked me for two reasons:

a) I'm incredibly not emo.
b) She knew what emo was in detail.

After that, the large group of oldies called me the suicidal one. Oh joy, now I'm suicidal and I didn't even know I was. :'(
I was kinda like.... oh ch'yeah my life sucks so hard with my house and valid transport and food and warmth and shelter and clothes and parents that are still together and friends and the best blog followers money can buy. Black abyss. Tacos. Socat. Razorblade romances. *dramatic sigh*.

Last post had 3 respectable comments. Which was amazing for you lazy ass followers out there. Keep commenting, each comment inches me closer to cumming. And when I cum, I'll video tape it and them embed it right here, because you all know how good I look when I'm jizzing all over cameras just for you guys, because you commented. Yes. Underage blondie blog porn. I went there.

Actually I'm not blonde. Kinda gingery now. Ick. I like un-natural ginges or ginges who ginge suits but like... ick anyway, because of the bad reputation and how I get slagged enough for glasses, braces, good posture, 'emoness' and uglyness as it is. XD

Peace out girl scout.
LUCY
XOXO
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Wet dreams for webzines....

IGNORANCE- PARAMORE... OFFICIAL VIDEO!
Don't I treat you guys so bloody well? It came out today, exclusively to Muzu, but it's probably all over the Youtube community by now.




Stale taste of cigarettes, lemon cake, polo mints, all of my friends and chinese food in my mouth. I don't smoke, but another consecutive day of Spinning Bottles lead to all the tastes... bar the chinese food, of course. That was dinner. My mom made Chicken Chow Mein. Today was quite fun too. Hot Leixlip guys (not gonna be like... stupid, because they were hot, no point in not telling you, I met female friends and male friends alike. Kinda met Nicky: Revoltinggg. He'll read this, I know he will. But yeah, Nicky, get someone to teach you the skills of French much. Okay, not one to talk, I'm a shit meet, but yeah, Nicky, you fuck up, learrrrrn. Meh, I actually think that there are no shit meets and good meets, its all opinion and mood. I mean, kisses feel amazing when you're in a pissy mood, but if you've met loads of people already, you'll be making out bad and sloppy and so the kiss will be bad and sloppy. See where I'm going with this?

Dad acted so stalker when he was picking me up. He didn't have his phone so he stood staring. I was like.. OMFG Kid from the stone age much. He's kinda socially retarded but he'd ground me if I said it. I love my parents though, even if they do get on my bloody nerves. Back is quite sensitive last few weeks. Like AMAGAD. People brush against it with a fingernail and I jump a mile. I've got a muffin top now. Sniffle. I need to try and lose weight from stomach region/tone up but I'm too lazy and sportfully candyhapped. I attempt and attempt to be all 'fitness regime.. and one two three four, kick, walk, kick, pushup' but it goes like 'one two three four kick walk FALL fail.' Look at my astonishing punctuation and grammar. I suck at blogging. Ehm ehm, I don't fancy ANYONE at the moment. It's like.. yikes. I like being single, but I want guys to like me too. It looks like it'd be fun to have a boyfriend. Everyone else is edging closer to being taken. I'm not. Grrawr. What's so damn wrong with me? 4 boyfriends this Summer. Half of said figure lasted less than 5 days. Other half were broken up with by me after about 2 and a half weeks. Like AWWH HELL NO. I dunno. I really can't blog in this state. Four glasses of coke and I'm high as a kite and bloated as a whale/business teacher.


Random picture of the day: Manga characters I drew. Don't pysl looking at 'em. I only draw for funsies. I won't quit my day job. XD
LUCY LOVES YOU
XOXO
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Nakey ladies and spinning bottles.

Look, guys, it's Alice. Naky. With her hands over her boobies. Great example, Ashley, I mean, not as if 9-13 year olds worldwide think of all the Twiwhores as role models. Not at all. What's with the sudden need of female Celebriteens
releasing old nudes of themself. I think the Vamp one is recent enough but Baby V-jayjays ones are from when she was like.. younger. XD I wanted to find uncensored versions but everyone who had put them up deleted them in case of lawsuit. Bullsheet, imho, but then again, bloggers are too blatant to care about lawsuits. Not our fault that your star likes getting her bullet nipples out, Mr. Disney CEO, it's all the goddamn
cockass brainwashing.

Enough rudey nudeys for one blog post, let's get down to le grande business. Today was one of zee most eventful days of Summer. You guys will be all like OMFG pissy bitch, you're such a liar. But it was because I went to a coffee shop, gobsmacked someone (which is random making out, btw), played spin the bottle, kissed a girl.. in spin the bottle, duhhh, bought Chinese from someone else's money, went out at 1pm and came home at 7. LMAO. Eventful in my humble, virgin opinion. It was quite fun. All the snogging. Ahaha. How weird does that sound. I haven't met someone properly in agggeees. I don't really count Danny, he's a shit meet. He'll be reading this like... little whore who took my money said I'm a shit meet. I only gobsmacked him as a dare. LIKE I dared myself. =P

I'm using a lot of smileys this blogpost. Holy fuckola. (:
I ate a bloody lot today. Growing teen. It's beginning to show. Tum tum. I don't want tum tum.
Maybe my tits will grow too. That would be fun. YAY TITS. Ahhhh. Spin the bottle, I made out with everyone playing. I guess it's the luck of the bottle. I'm just a h-o-a-r. Spelt incorrectly on porpoise (as was that) because it's a Bo Burnham song.

Not in a blogging mood,
dazed from too much food.
Listening to Panic!
Ciao, ciao, little ones.


LUCY XOXO

Theres a good reason these tables have numbers...

Welcome, welcome, welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Readers. Looky looky. Pokétoyota. Felt the need to put that up because it has no relevance to anything whatsoever except that I'm ILLEGALLY downloading the first pokemon movie with Mew and Mew Two in it and stuff. Nicky hates the new skin 'cus he said it's fail because it is and I know it, but that cranky little two inch bitch could at least try and be nice to me... haha irony. Lately, I've been quite interested in oxymorons. It's an odd obsesssion, of course I'm well aware, but they're just so goddamn awesome. Alsoooo, I'm only growing fonder of that person that I like and it sucks because everytime I think of them my heart drops through my ass and I remind myself that I was the one who fucked up, not him, so I should just get over it and move on and be glad and full of life but I can't for some bizarre reason and that's why I desperately need a girls day. And more copy discs so I can put Pokémon on one and make a disc collection of Panic! At The Disco now that I have the new song from Jennifer's Body called New Perspective... it's awesome and if anyone wants it, just message me at lkbennett@live.com or email me. Even after I send you the track, we can have like.. fun and good times and stuff. Because I'm like that.

Oh yes, bebo conversations got me thinking about all those 'I love you like...' comparisons.
So yeah, I wanna make a list.
I'll type the ones I got so far down here, collected or my own, and then you guys comment with more, kk?

• I love you like Sarah Palin loves hypocrisy
• I love you like Anorexics love dieting
• I love you like your mom loves my dildos
• I love you like Elton loves men bending over naked
• I love you like a fat kid loves cake
• I love you like Dumbledore loves Grindlewald... ;)
• I love you like oreos love milk
  
• I love you like you don't love me
• I love you like niggas (OMG RACIST JOKE, TURN AWAY) love nike
• I love you like a certain someone likes girls clothes
• I love you like...YOUR MOM'S CHESTHAIR..

Well, I'mma probably sit inside and go out later. So I might post again.
Or not.
Also, discuss in comments: Dane Cook/Vanessa Hudgens TEEN CHOICE SCAAANDAAAL.
I think it was slightly out of line of Dane but Baby V-gina kinda fucking deserves it for showing us her torpedo nipples. Christ, woman, you're too skinny, okay? Stop showing us in detail!

LUCY
XOXO

Mad Hatter had matter.

Random page from my.. 'thought book',
Decided to post random pages every once in a while.
Click to enlarge I think.
I don't know.
If it isn't, just zoom.



Look, look, oh dedicated ones.
New blog layout, as courtesy of PsycHo blogger generator.
It was one of the first links when I googled 'blogger layout generator' because everyone else's blogs are so damn clean cut so I needed it too. I decided to be faithful to blogger by keeping the nav. bar on it. I hate when people cut it from their site, it just pisses me off. It ruuuuuins their identification as a Blogspot user. Grr, boo you little nav. bar cutting whores. Yesterday's post was simply emo angst bratty whiny teenager and really, my life isn't as crapola as I make it out to be.

Erhaww, well, guess what? I didn't stay in and watch 'Let The Right One In'. I went outsiiiiide after chores. Becus' I am a good girl. Ask my mommy. I had a nice daaay, even if fahva (father, for you who do not understand english accents) ruined it all last minute. XD He really didn't, and I know he tries to be good and stuff but he fails a lawwwwt. Aha, I'm quite hyper-happy pink elephants right now, so not good for bloggedy blog time. I was so proud of the new layout that I needed to post. And yeah, um, I notice that the moosic player is in this post, but it's because I don't know where to put it with this new layout. o_o'



[EDIT: Actually, I put the musicmaker over there on the left and took it out of this post, ehm, yeah, sorry for le grande inconvenience..]




# - peace out girl scout... xox
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Anger on a bratty level.

"I believe, this may call for a proper introduction..."

11.05am.


Absolutely just pissed off. I don't get it. I mean, this year hasn't been all that easy for me. People have it so much worse but I guess I'm just so used to being in my comfort zone. I mean, I'm fourteen. Basically, just a little girl. You can give a little girl a bra and tell her she's a woman... does that make her a woman? Lately, my parents are just.. going too far with the keeping me inside thing. It's just so frustrating, because they know that the only thing that keeps me sane is the outside world. I know you're supposed to trust your blood relatives the most and talk to them when you have problems, but I can't. They don't listen. I tell them important things like school fees are due the next week and when the day comes, they don't have anything ready and they blame me for not telling them. When I try to talk to my mom about my life and why I get so upset about everything, she brushes me off as a dramaqueen and tells me to stop crying. Or shouts at me to stop crying. And we all know, that rarely makes someone stop crying. Well today, the reason I'm pissed off is because incredibly late notice, I have to cancel a girl's day in. After staying in practically all week doing chores. It's too 'stressful'. It's just so annoying, because He said it would be fine last Tuesday. And then he said I have to do chores. More chores. It's getting way too much now. I have 3 weeks left of school and I spend roughly 90% of my time indoors and the other 10% consists of two hours out with my friends or trips to the supermarket. And it would be different if I went out during the year. But I really don't. I don't understand. All other teenagers are outside being teenagers. Having fun. Instead, I'm trapped inside in my pyjamas being yelled at for ironing wrong or lying down because my back is killing me. I sound like such a little brat. But in my head, it's slightly different. And there's this other thing I can't tell anyone even though I already told 3 people who I substitude for family. It kinda puts the other things into a different perspective. Doesn't help that people are saying horrible things about me behind my back. I used to not care, but lately, they're getting to me.

I just needed to let out my childish complaints. Just for the fucking sake of it.
I watched an anime series yesterday, Princess Lover! Only 5 eps were on Zomg Anime but they were funny and cute. I officially love Teppei Arima. He's just way too adorable, I swear, if you watch it, you'll have this urge to hug Teppei. Marlyn Manson is incredibly distracting whilst trying to blog. Blog blog blog. I feeeeel the need to embed the new Fall Out Boy Video.



Because I'm like that. And Brendon Urie's in it... half of Panic! At The Disco now. XD Still kinda angry at Ryan for leaving. He was hot.

Nothing else to rant about this Sunday morning. Will sit in and cry and watch 'Let The Right One In'. Because I'm overly emotional.

Lucy
x <3

Steady as she goes..

Good Mornafternoon, dearies.
14.04 apparently. I'm in an absolutely horrid mood, terrible, atrocious disgusting, so this will most likely be a short post. About random crap. As always.
My back is killing me. Nobody commented on the last post but somebody rated so that means that one person read it but never commented so boo you, whore.

Actually, I'm truly not arsed posting, and if you read this, go comment on the fiction passage down there.

Lucy.

If only things like this really happened....

They sat side by side away from the crowd, sentences tumbling like waterfalls of sweet nothings. Today, she sees him as more than the friend he had been. She prays he thinks the same. The sky is darkened like spilt ink and the biting wind whips her face with her soft hair. She brushes it out of her eyes and closes her arms around her, waiting for the comforting warmth. He pulls his parka hood over his head and puts one hand on her back to support her as she shifts her legs from underneath her to hug. She smiles inwardly, hoping he didn't notice her face contort in the comfort of his hand. He yawns and his arm moves around her, intended, but of course she doesn't know that. She twists and her phone falls into the soft, cold grass. She feels his eyes on her, in an awkward stare. She bends over to retrieve the phone and as she sits back up, he stares warmly into her eyes, entranced. He begins to dive towards her in slow motion, and she knows what happens next. He cups her jaw and his warm, vanilla-salt lips are on hers, and she clings to his back as his tongue brushes her upper lip skilfully and they intertwine in fireworks and flowers and their own unique tastes, and everything both of them could've wished for that Summer. His hands trailed down her neck, around her waist, and he breathed in her warm feminine aroma along with the crisp, cold evening air. A gentle sigh escapes her lips as she pulls away. A whisper slides out of her mouth: 'Things won't be the same from now on...' He shuffled to see if they had an audience but nobody had disturbed their conversations. He puffed air in the direction of the wind. 'No,' he said, simply, 'I guess not'.


[Passage written by... ehm...Lucy, just there. Normal post tomorrow, I promise...Lucy, x <3]

Pity the cynic...

'I'm not over you, I'm not over you just yet, Cannot hide it, You're not that easy to forget...' Carolina Liar


13.57, according to faithful Windows. I trust my laptop with my heart. I'm so hxc nerd. I feel the need to get a nice new blog skin. Everyone has these high tech foot long html code ones. Mine's just a blogger template and Poptart boxes... story of my life.


Just read over Danny's last blog post. I got a mention, a nice one. It's weird how in the space of four days you lose all respect for people. In the space of a month, first impressions fade into a honeymoon period which either make or break how you feel about people. Take, for example, Barack Obama. In Atlanta, Georgia and Los Angeles, posters of Barack Obama, the American President, photoshopped to look like the Joker with the caption 'Socialism' (which is quite a harsh political insult) have been dotted around various public places as some anonymous campaign (click here for poster). Am I the only one who remembers Obama as the first president to promise plain, cold Change, as well as the first president of African descent? It's been a matter of months, and the marriage has settled in and the crazed sex is over and the in-laws are hated too. Sir B-rack to the O-bizzle married into the White House, and I'd say divorce papers are on their way. I don't understand though, people act so nice to begin with. With those huge smiles stretched to their eyebrows and that appealing air like they just want to hug you and bake you cookies and be nice to your forever and always and beyond. And then a few weeks later, they're doing things they vowed not to with people who want you out of their lives completely. It doesn't help that this person you thought was nice has dragged people into it who blame ME for putting MY nose in THEIR business. And speaking of which, anonymously is always better than doing it in front of me, sweetheart. Now, my lovely blogging friends, THAT'S a mention.

Sorry for the 'Boo you whore' type speech, I got carried away for a while on a rant as I always do. I wonder where I'd rant without Muchos and the Gaia General Discussion Forums. On a less cynical note, I had a nice day yesterday with Mel. We bought fishies and talked to the hunky Metallica guy who worked in the pet shop about Bullet albums. Being my blonde self, I didn't realize Bullet was Bullet For My Valentine until about 10 minutes into their conversation. FML. Our fishies names were Dairy-Free Ghetto, Blood Rush Pavlova and Guppy AKA Rainbow. And then we sang songs in English Accents on my Trampoline. Scouting for Girls can only be sang in English Accents anyway, it's law in my opinion.

[insert pause here for Lucy's baff]


15.04, out of bath. Smell much nicer and hair doesn't feel greasy. Keane drowning out the whistling drain with the drones of 'Spiralling..' (quite a nice song, actually). And now Pitbull. My week wasn't eventful again. Except for the fact that I got one whole stinking comment. Thanks guys for your effort and determination. Meh, blogging is like talking to myself. I guess it's a sign of mentality. Grr to girly pains. I'd much prefer being a fella. I'd be quite ugly but who gives a shit? I wouldn't need to shower, I wouldn't need make-up, no girly pains, no birth, no heartbreak just heartbreaking. Lovely. Anyone wanna swap with me and be a girl?



Well, I am off now to do nothing and clean as much as I can. Grr. I read my mom's British Medical Association handbook on 'Stress'. I portray 12 out of 16 symptoms. One symptom is considered stress. I don't know where this..'stress' is coming from, but if it's where the insomnia type thing is coming from, I officially hate it.

LUCY XOXO
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Whores and Horseshoes.

Dramawhores.
I know so bloody motherfucking goddamn cock ass bitch ass fuck face many of them.
They come in dozens, like 'Plastic Bitch Action Figure, get her while her pussy's tight'.
I'm likeee... ch'yeaah, okay, walk away.
Arms around my neck and a knife in my back.

Welllll, apologize profoundly for not posting. I went to Wexforddddd, Irish countryside. Filled with tourists of all shapes and sizes.... mostly round and short though. And burnt. It wasn't terrible, but I truly didn't enjoy myself. There was this hot french/canadian/south african boy and he was all eyes for me. Dreamy, smokey eyes. And his hair was like dirty blonde and sand coloured, like he was blessed and made for me or something. Tall, skinny, with tan shorts and surfer t-shirt, pair of scuffed up vans. I really wish I coulda had a chance, but he had left by the next day and there went the highlight of my holiday. Betcha his name was poetic and sexual like... Pierre or...Gaston. Or maybe it was Peter or something. Hopefully not, that would ruin his sophisticool air. Everyday, my sister demanded beach. As you all know, I'm major freak infinitely. But I also hate beaches with a bubbling, searing passion. The gritty feeling of sand in your toes and panties. And your hair. And every other major boy entrancing body part. And then the smell of rotting carcass and the wind wrecking my hair and the fat lobster women parading around in skin tight bikinis that cut into their fat rolls and muffin tops. It's not an attractive past time imho, but then again, not much is. I missed my friends way too much too. I really can't live without them. Like, I was going stir crazy thinking that gossip was whistling behind my back. Like whistling like a whistling thing on a whistle boat.

Ahaaa, the final Georgia Nicolson chronicle diary thing is out. Hence my version of L33T Speakz. Aka...... retardlanguage2.0. I was like OMFGZZ noes. Because I wanted the series to go on foreverest and infinity and beyond so I would be a mumsie type person and pop to the bookshop to the teenage/young adult section and go 'Ooh looky, "That's when he said my thong was showing...' is out.' I'd be filled with immaturiosity as I walked to the counter and then pick up a Hello Kitty notebook and strawberry scented pen and then write notes about the book as I read it and be all like' Oh, fresh giddy joy, I remember my teenhood and the stoner friends and the underwire and the bubblegum lipgloss and all the male friends that I ended it up going out with...' and then my kids would be like..'OMFGZ cyberspaz attack. Look at mum's meltdown, she's like trippin' hxc to the unck unck beat.' That's my impression of Robo-Juno future slang. I think I didn't do that bad a job. Anyhoo, I finished the book in like 3 hours, because I took a break and gulped down like four cidonas halfway through. It was good and I'm not gonna put any spoilers because anyone who has read to the last book will know that it's kinda fucking obvious who she ends up with anyway and it's not italian bloke, for you bimbos.

Lady Gawgaw.
Well yeah, some peeps are making me Nervy B.
So I'mma go. Short post.
I am really sorry.
Well, peace out, girl scout.
MWAH MWAH
LUCY
XOXO