Break your face to match your grace...

Pain is just a simple compromise....


Things changeee so damn fast.
It's just teenagehood. I thought it was all good. And then POW. Lost two things in one night. Boyfriend and a close friend. Being honest, Keeva wasn't exactly what I'd describe as an amazing friend. She was there for me... but when she was, she told everyone what I had told her. And she bitched about her best friend everyday... That's just not right. I snapped last night... the year's worth of spite kinda flooded out on msn at her after the break up... it really didn't help that she found me being dumped frickin' hilarious. Or just the way it happened. CITT ruined my damn relationship. Me and Missa were playing around, asking could we tap all these random people and it got to Louis. I was like 'Can I tap that?'.. He asked if me and Missa were doing it to annoy him but we weren't and I was like 'I'm damn serious. I want your cock.' It's a goddamn joke, right? Well. Louis told Dave. Dave dumped me. I thought he was fucking kidding but.. he wasn't. :( And then I was shocked. And I cried for 7 hours non stop. No sleep. Lay crying with out checking the time, begging to stay home, but parentals refused and I rushed like fuck to school. I was scared when I went to school.. because I thought the others would hate me. But Ash doesn't. So it's all good. I love having best friends who I can fucking trust for once.. like Ash and Missa and shit. It's this sense of security like you're tied with elastic bands so if you fall, you'll spring right back up. Infallible rubber bands.... that'll never snap.




This was one of those frustrating short blogs. I was going to write more. But I'm in tears. Fail. Enjoy the pretty pics in this. I love pictures. Joining school photography club on Monday at lunch. In the BIG computer room.

LUCY XOXO

Comment to cheer me up. :(

Wake up early to black and white re-runs...

Run from them, from them... with no conviction...


(courtesy of Alicia Bock)


Do you know what?
When you go ahead and state the words 'It's All Perfect', everything starts tumbling down and there's that building sense that the big crash-into-a-cratrillion-pieces is coming. I don't know. I'm never happy with what I have anyway.. so when the truth dawned, I kinda expected it. It happened with two others in the past too. First impressions of something are often wrong. Always wrong. And now it's only me to blame. I felt really bad a first. I faked it. Bear in mind that this was only one night. So then I went off on private talks and three of us are the same. By the end of the night, one was brave enough to have it stopped. Me and The Remaining didn't. I don't know what I'm going to do. I have a strict rule that I have to give them at least 2 weeks. And it's been 6 days. I'm sorry for being so... cryptic. But people read this, and like.... grrr. I don't know, I don't know, I DON'T KNOW!


So. Hrm. Well, that's not the only thing that has escaped the tight knit. There's period. Period was put down in the last post. I can only assume that you people caught that it was a codename of some sort. Another cryptic thing. Friends come and go... We don't know what we're going to do. I'm backstabbing, I'm whiney, pathetic, moaney and a psychotic bitch; But I damn well admit it. I got ditched for those reasons. So... what's going to happen to Period? We can't do that. I won't do that. I know how much it fucking hurt sitting at your birthday with 5 people you knew as acquaintances. Especially when the only people you really want there are the ones who blatantly despise you and have no discretion in it. I suppose Period does have another circle. She's like the intersection of the venn diagram. Contents of A are us four. Contents of B are her boyfriend's friends. If we decide to leave the universal set, all of B would hate us, but at least she has B? Sigh.


Yesterday. Got the highlights and my fringe trimmed. She fiddled my layers a little bit too. Picked out new glasses. They're gorgeous. Big, thick black frames, with white and black patterns along the sides. I adore them. We can collect them on Tuesday. I got new shoelaces from New Look for Men. 2 pairs, neon pink and luminous lellow. I put the lellow ones on my tartan converse. Total sex shoes much? At like 5.30, I went out. Anddd for aboot an hour, me and Missa made a third-wheel dance cus' Chris is at a wedding. Our dance basically consisted of thrashing, twirling and falling. More falling than the rest though. Teehee. Then me and Ashling went off to Londis and talked then came back, got Missa and Jem, went Tesco and then Merissa needed to pee. And she peed for a good hour or two. (:



Well, well, well.
I'mma go.
Pictures of our movie night later.
It was changed to all girls. Ash is over for the whole day.
ILY ASH.
LUCY XOXO



&& Paramore Album is incredibly indie-emo-cutesy. I adore it. Never expected it. It grew on me tonnes.
(COMMENT)

PERIOD.

Some people. Are such crypohites. Backstabbing. Check. Crypohite. Check. Vain. Check.


Hang on, let's do this right.
7 deadly sins, we can tick off each one for this one girl.
Heck, I'll give examples.

Lust; Damn. She is always going too far with boys. And then claiming to adore them. And then... drops 'em.

Gluttony; She over-indulges on everything that's trivial and goddamn.

Greed; She has money, but... she uses others. She likes to keep her own money and take others food in excess. Oh, and the people they fancy too.

Sloth; She hates exercise, effort or anything that requires more brain power than a chimpanzee. She could be a good guitar player... but, in her words, the effort.

Wrath; She portrays anger at everyone. Smush goes the bug on her windshield. And she finds revenge as sweet as honey.

Envy; If you have something, she'll want it. She won't back down until she does. And girls like her get what they want.

Pride; Of course, in her eyes every boy loves her, every girl wants to be her. And when everyones dressed to the nines, she's pushing for ten.



Someone save our souls...
Promise a proper post tomorrow. Needed to let it out.
(:

LUCY XOXO

Making pictures where the lines overlap....

Mes petits chous!
Thanks for all those wonderful, endearing comments.. *major sarcasm*. Except to Vic, of course, because she bloody gives a shit. I adore Vic. Favourite follower by far because she comments all the time. She comments like fuck. Heavens sake, she's half of the cbox in her own rights. Love towards Vic. Snap-claps and what not. Today, today, today. It was okay. I started the day with a free History period in the library. We weren't allowed do homework, so there went my plan to finish my business before Ms. Plunkett snapped and gave me a note. So I basically made doodles along the margin of my History textbook of Adolfo shooting himself. And then the swastika all over the border too. Smiley smiley happy times. Then we had Irish. Ms. McEnery is some Hitler Youth child reincarnated. She's all smiley and shit and then when she closes the door she's shouting as gaeilge. The exam paper workbook thingy is so fucking hard. I'm like... eh... Ceist B (i)... Hrrm.. Ahhmm.... I'll just write 'Mhadra, Bainne, Dearg'. Translation = Dog, Milk, Red. And then double Science which was so boring. I don't really give two shits about those damned reactive Alkali metals. I mean, jeeeesh. FFS, she didn't even let us do the fun explodey experiment that set off the fire alarm last year. Kabooooom. After that, I went home because of my lower discs and their pressure. In the receptionn... hrmm. I talked to Aoife and Sophie and Aisling. Sophie is nice to me. I think she used to hate me. She gets a bad rep. When they called my mummy dearest, she was at a funeral. I was like... dayum, Lucy, stupid hoe discs. She collected me after half an hour though. So yays.





Paramore ticky ticks came in the post today. I saw that familiar brown envelope thingy and I got all excited and WOOOO. 5 tickets to le grande Paramore et You Me At Six. Then I went on msn and talked to Missington and shite. And then I downloaded Paramore's Brand New Eyes. 'Tis truly a great album. I like it. It's more like All We Know Is Falling. I still prefer B-Sides and Rarities. The pre-released songs were the best on the album so my expectations were half crushed, but I still adore it for being good without being too good. If ya get my drift. Highlights tomorrowww. And new glasses frames. I'm getting these sexy large frames... black, rectangular, sorta like my current ones, the ones in zee pic. But they're like bigger and stronger. And yummy. I'll look like a kinky secretary. Oh yeah, spank me after the tea break. Put it in after the meeting with the associates.



I'mma go now then. And btw, to all you stupidddd people, the comment box is OVER THERE. The cbox. Just type into it. Go anonymous if you please anyway. Just make me feel listened to in some way. 45 followers and only 1 bothers to comment. Sigh.




LUCY XOXO

Happy times call for happy measures...

Fantaaastic posing greed...




Teehee. No proper blog in a while. No proper news either. Just typing. Tippy tap tap. Looking across at my reflection in my window. Yoga posed on my bed. Like some odd mousey buddha. Life is seemingly perfect at the moment. Boyfriended happily, as all my mates are. Matey mates are all matey matey. I've grown closer to them too. I kinda rebuilt the important shit that was lost during the fight thingy. Where they all hated me. God, never in my life had I felt so lonely. I'm so proud that it's all going well. I'm doing better in school, I kinda understand the maths, I'm gonna start back up at guitar. And maybe jogging and yoga. I'mma cut out some junk food too. Try and get my skin clear again. Do stuff to make my chest bigger. Like.. push ups... (?). Life train is leaaving zee station with me at the wheel. Are there steering wheels on trains...?

Being more rebellious alsso. Compared to how I used to be. I'm average person now compared to catholic school girl. Ahaha. Mommy said I could get a cartilage piercing done. So I'mma get it done. Not a scaffold, just a stud. And then another stud beside the original lobe one. Speaking of which, I'm going to have to shove an earring through the originals. Haven't worn earrings in months literally. I'm getting highlights done on Friday with a couple more layers. Wispy wispa. Happy sigh. Life's good. Recently, I've been floating and giddy and find myself sitting and thinking about nothing and it's lovely. 'Cus I know I'm going to get through this, losing the house, and all the crying my mother is doing and my dad not having a job. I know I can. And other than that, I'm fine. Smiley smiley.

We're doing Pride and Prejudice in school. So far it proves quite the read. I adore it. Jane Austen seems to write really well and I'm only 5 chapters into the book. I'll admit it, some of the language is confusing. It's based in regency England, I'm hardly expected to comprehend every damn word. The movie bored me profusely. Keira Knightley can't act, Colin Firth was hot but not Mr. Darcy. And Mr. Bingley... barf much. So the book is a pleasant surprise; Reading is too addictive for me. I might become a member of the library. I detest libraries. I much prefer having the books as proof for the future.... how I can mark them or underline shit I like. But it's a recession, and if I want to read, I gotsa read other peoples hand-me-downs.


Well, I'm stuck for topics. Happy Happy Happy. LUCY XOXO



COMMENT PLEASE.

Shhh.

Look at me being all footloose and fancy-free on the blog. This is going to be a short post because even if it is only 10pm, I'm grounded from my laptop and am sposed to be asleep. Everyone's all happy, because we're paired off nicely. Dave asked me out. Jonny asked Ash out. Only a matter of time before Jemmy's asked out. And then the two obvious couples of Kevva and Macer and Missa and Chris. It's all shiny. Something's gonna go wrong, its in the air. Shh. Heard a door slam. Comment.

Lucy
XOXO

Mixtapes and misendeavours...

Aha. Well now. We call this the act of mating.


Hello there, oh possibly faithful readers or randomers who don't know when to stop reading (?).
It'ssss about 8.08am as I type this. Which is quite early. The funny thing is I usually don't wake 'til 9. But last night I was up 'til around 2. And my brain was like 'Hey, guys, d'you know what'd crack me up?? If we woke her INSANELY early on a Saturday morning. Listen, and the best part is, for no apparent reason!' Grr to my brain. Selfish bastard of a brain. Ehrrrmmm... I was randomly reading my friend's blogs because I really do not have much of a life. And I skipped on to Jonny's where I found something I relate to. So, it's all like a big jigsaw that wasn't on purpose, just a coinkidink. At youth club, they were going around the circle asking names and what we like. Everybody did it. It was all ha ha ha. Fuuunnn. Then they got to me, I stated my name and was cut off by about 4 people shouting 'slut' or 'whore'. I guess the intelligent thing would be to laugh it off, and not let it hit my pride. Too late. I dunno. I really don't try to be a slut or a whore. The odd thing is the furthest I've gone with anyone was making out. I know so many people who've gone way further. It's the clothes I wear, I suppose. Revealing tops, to say the goddamn least. But it gets me attention. And I have an unhealthy, toxic obsession with attention. It's like my cocaine. You gotta remember that nobody likes an attention seeker. I need to stop being so goddamn easy about things. I thought that people would understand that I'm only young once, and it's fine for any one of us to slut around. I hate how people have matured too much. It was fine when 13 was the new 15. But now... 13 is the new 30. It's not fucking supposed to be like that. In 2005, 435'00 teenage pregnancies were reported in America. If you've ever watched an 80's sex ed. video, you'll recall that medical professionals considered sex a way of contraception only for a long time. That didn't explain the clitoris though, so it wasn't logic from the start. From age 15-19, nobody wants a fucking baby. Teens fuck like rabbits. Some blame the music of today. Even emo-indie-brit rock bands base songs around sex sex sex sex and more sex. Panic! At The Disco, Metro Station, Fall Out Boy. All have songs about hookers and underage sex. I love those bands, those songs, those messages. We're being thrown in at the deep end. I don't know how I should react. I crazy ranted. Ahhhh.

Yesterrdaay. Friday. Hrmph. Twsssh. We went outside. Shock horror. Ash, Jem and Keevs were going gaa so they bought silly string. I just tagged along like a sheep. Sheep don't tag. Oh my, it seems I've lost my ability to function sanely. Just downloaded Strawberry Avalanche by Owl City. How to people listen to that crap? It's like doorbells and dickheads. I'm such a procrastinator. It's 10.02 now. Holding laptop screen to make it work .


I'll write again soon.
Lucy. xoxo

Smile, they're all staring...

Success is having to worry
about every damn thing in the
world, except money...

-Johnny Cash





This is peculiar. It's a year since VicVic wrote her first blog and this is my 100th blog post. WOO. This symbolizes accomplishment for me. Most people consider accomplishment as something physical.. or a goal of some sort. This is an accomplishment for me because I a) managed to keep something intact for a long time and b) managed to let out my feelings without forcefully annoying people. Like how I underlined 'forcefully'? It's because this blog is incredibly annoying also but people can just trail their cursor riiighhhttt on up to the big red x in the corner which means they can piss off. It's the diet option. :)


I would like to kindly address the unkind commenters. Don't get me wrong, I love the commenters like Jemmy and Vic and Dani and Davey and Fionaaaa and all. But those little skanks that are too cowardly to put their goddamn name alongside their comments are just pesky. Not even annoying, just pesky. Because I don't get moved easily by people with stupid insights on how I am and how I live. My view on Sabrina.. okay, shouldn't have posted it online. But I do have a right to free speech and all. Sabrina is nowhere near fucking perfect, Mrs/Mr/It Smileyface Anonymous. Neither am I, neither are you, neither is anyone. Perfect is something we all strive for in vain, never reach it, and end up dejected because it's too far forward. Fuck off with your 'faggot' because if you bothered to read further than the first post you saw, you'd realize that I physically am a faggot. Boohoo, I like girls. Shock horror. Wouldn't be surprised if you homophobic plaster-cast excuses of human beings ended up being gay yourself. Fudge-packers or Rug-munchers. Lalalaaa. If I were you lonely, lifeless creature-type-things, I do this thing called 'Get A Life'... or maybe just 'Build A Bridge'. I don't have time for that type of inane shit. So be gone, moronic fuckfaces.


School, school, school; What can I say? Sucks hairy pussy. Third year is a mess already. I've gotten 3 notes on different sections as it is, and it's 3 weeks into term. The homework comes in these god forsaken tidal waves of mass learning and pointless questions. When in our future lives will we ever need Irish Poetry, Algebraic expressions, Microbiological information and the ability to blanket-stitch? Unless we're all planning on being Irish/Maths/Science/Home-Ec teachers or microbiologists or..... under-paid Indonesian workers. I'm being a journalist; No questions asked. I don't care how I get the job or where I get the job. I'm just getting the job. I'll go to the worst college there is if I have to. I'm just doing journalism. Full Stop. I'm pretty sure I have the qualities of a journalist. I'm certainly inquisitive, to say the least. I'd be a crap journalist. Now that I think of it. I should have a back-up. Brothel; Fuck duh. Or just a waitress. Pie engineer. I could totally engineer pie. It can't be that hard. Base, crust, chocolate-fudge ripple teamed with ripe, luscious raspberries, covered over with a thin top and sprinkled with icing sugar. Hot out of the oven and passed to a customer. Orgasm. Now I'm damn hungry. That reminded me of 'Waitress'. Ever see that movie? I liked that movie. T'was goooooord.


I would like to bear an apology for not posting over the past 3 days. I was grounded from my laptop. I swear to god, they ground me from it if I accidentally slam the door because the window was wide open or something. My mom once grounded me for dropping a piece of plastic on the floor of her car. Accidentally. And it wasn't dirty plastic or nothing, it was plastic from the front of a brand new Wii game. Grrrraawwrrr. Sigh. Gaa and youth club on Friday. Don't know which to go for. On one hand, the Gaa is sweaty & horrible accompanied by that utter shit dance-trance music that's so annoying. On the other hand, it's fun to be out with friends til late, pounding to strobe dancing and making out randomly to my heart's content. But I feel like I'd be betraying youth club and all, even in all it's boringosity. If I go youth club, I'll end up totes third-wheeling on Chrissa and Miss. And that would be crap. But if I go gaa, I'll have to shave my legs and put on fake tan, not to mention wear something incredulously short and 6 inch high heels. Decisions, decisions, decisions.



I'mma go check my online accys now. New Twitter terms of use, according to my email. I'll talk to yas later. Toodle-doo.

LUCY
XOXO

• Bored
  
• Jennifer's Body
• ACCESS Project
  

Lies are a girl's best friend...

You're taking cookies outta the jar...






(look how bloody 'uge my conk looks)



Firstly, I would like to sincerely address the person in the comments who was all like *defies Lucy by asking about S woman whose name begins with abrina*. Well, Mr/Mrs/Ms Smart Guy/Gal, things change quickly. One day you trust someone and the next day they're helping people cheat on their girlfriends and generally being two-faced. That's the only answer you need. Hehe. 2 more followers! Welcome aboarrrdd. I wanna shout out to Lulu, Vic, Dave and >.<, because they write comments and I love my commenters. And I hope they love me... Except for the people bugging me about S-a-b-r-i-n-a. I really hope she doesn't read this. She always hated my blog anyway. She thought I bloody fancied her. As if, woman, when I like girls, it's in better taste than herrrr. Lordy lordy lordy. Ain't life graand? :D


Blogger, n: Someone with nothing to say writing for someone with nothing to do... - Guy Kawasaki


Shneeaakeeddd into town today to see Sorority Row. Ended up lying the wrong age being the utter fucktard that I am so we couldn't see it. Boo me. We had fun though. Well I had fun. I will speak for myself only. I got dem bitchin' shades up there and a preeety red bow and a caramel - cream frappuccino from zee lavaly Starbucks. :) I love frappuccinos... but the caramel - cream one is basically yummy fat piled with yummy fat. I felt my waistband expand. But my jeans still fell down. Reminds me... I need a belt. Hehe. And Assssh ruined moments on the bus. Just my moments. Not Keevsss's. Apparently, that was Jemma's job not Ash's but Jem doesn't roll that way and is a nice person kthxbai. Almost forgot to mention that I bought a kazoo. 99c and it's already broken. I am Anti-Midas, everything I touch turns to shit. Drove past ex while in car. Most current ex. I almost growled. I always hold spite but for some reason I'm holding more spite than usual. Hrrm. Peculiar.

Was supposed to be going off to Cavan tomorrow, which meant no friendy time. But then father got an SMS. Hehe. And it said that Kellie's going Croke Park with her camogie slash gaelic football team. Shaa BOOO YAAAHH. Yayzez. Cannot complete French and Maths homework 'cus I'm a bloody idiot. French; I don't have the student cd. Maths; I don't have the book and I have 17 (!!!!) questions to do. I'm going to have to get a loan of a book somewhere / force someone to bring it outside tomorrow and then rush like fuck to get it all done. It's only the start of the year and I'm fucking up already. Jesus. I'm such a fuckedy fucking fucktarded fucktard. Fuck.


I'mma love you && leave you. Dropping you hoesss some links down there. ILY ILY.
LUCY
XOXO

• Fuck My Life
• Can I Tap That?
• Stephen Fry
• Zoomdoggle
• Overheard in New York
• Lying Down Game
• College Humor
• Engrish
  

EDIT:: PS. Vic, yes I did get zee Paramore tickets. With YMA6 headlining. Ooh ahh. It's like the total orgasm of this intercourse we call 2009. 5 ticky tickys for me, Ash, Jem, Keevs and Missa. I'm trés excited. Trés trés excited.

Brick by boring brick...

Go get your shovel... and we'll

dig a deep hole...


(don't ask... I penned it on some spare paper in June)



Haven't posted in... t-t-twwooooo days. And I'm s'posed to be posting more since I'm getting so close to 100 posts. After this, there's only 2 posts left... woo much. I'm sure y'all missed the 2 whiney, pathetic, badly-written rants of an ignored person to people who a) have no lives, b) accidentally clicked the link in my msn personal message or c) are stalking me because I edit my pictures into lovely unrecognizable blurs. Ahh, the wonder of the blog.

Past two days: relatively boring. Nothing happens in a town like this. It's captivity; stone-cold loneliness with an infusion of angst ridden teenage boys who just want to fuck you over because their x-box broke or something. Grr. People say school years are the best years of your life, and yes, I get where they are coming from because there's no work, no affairs, no kids to take care of (usually), no husband/family pet to feed. I guess they're forgetting the raging testosterone and estrogen and whose tits are too small and who is a crap kisser and she said she'd fuck him but he's not ready for a relationship and those nights when your parents went out when you tried sniffing glue and your nostrils got stuck together. That last one sounds like something I'd actually do being the true retard that I am. Sigh. But I haven't done it... yet. Boys are so horriddd. Hate hate hate. Girls don't hurt boys, boys hurt girls. Boys think that girls hurt boys more than boys hurt girls but girls don't tell boys how much they actually hurt them. Girls kinda just go 'Yeah, we can still be friends... :)' which translates to 'I HATE YOU I HATE YOU MY HEARTS BLEEDING YOU STUPID CUNT WHY DID I FALL FOR YOU YOUR ASS ISNT THAT GREAT ANYWAY AND THAT PENIS OF YOURS ISNT ANYWHERE NEAR 7 INCHES'... Note lack of punctuation. And guys do that annoying thing when they stare at you for ages and you give them that look that says 'whatthefuckyoulookin'atpunk?' and then they just look away. Hrrmph.




Well, I'mma go. I have to try and book the Paramore/YmA6 tickets today. Asking parents. Asking parents for cinema tomorrow to see Sorority Row. Yay.
Comment fags.
LUCY XOX

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be....

(Wall painting by street artist Blu. Found in Berlin, Germany, 2007.)


The more I see of moneyed

classes, the more I understand

the guillotine - George

Bernard Shaw



Happy Tuesday, my lovely readers. 4 comments yesterday. Phwoar. If only that was every day. Hint hint. Nudge nudge. Owch, my tongue hurts. I think I pulled a muscle in it. Don't get to say that too often. 'Why isn't your homework done?' 'I pulled a muscle in my tongue...' 'WTF? That's not an excuse?!'

Don't cha just love crazy ass teachers. Back pain has decided to invite hip, rib and shoulder to the party. The joy of movement my front bum. There are plenty of things that could be worse though. So I'mma duck tape my mouth and quit complaining. Interesting English class with sad poetry. I love English. Officially my favouurite subject. Not for the sad poetry, because that sounds emo as fuckaduck. But because it's the most interesting topic in Hell AKA School. Not much happened to day. Couldn't concentrate... my mind was wandering to things that weren't work. I have these two friends; One incredibly sensible, the other a bad influence (she isn't really but that's what the sensible one calls her). And they both have completely different ideas on what I should do in the situation I'm in. And then my other friends have even more different ideas. And my head is saying another theory entirely but, like, something's tugging against my head with a different answer. Like a dark feeling in the pit of my stomach telling me not to do what's best... telling me to get hurt and enjoy it. I dunno. Maybe it's my inner Gene Simmons. Or my inner Pete Wentz. Whichever toots your flute. Oo-er.

We were doing reproduction in Science and our teacher decided to go all I'm-A-Motherly-Figure-As-Well-As-A-Teacher-To-You-Guys and gave us that sex speech on how you shouldn't fuck 'til you're actually like 30 or something. She's all like 'emotional baggage'. I do understand where she's coming from, I really do, but I couldn't help but wonder when the right time is to have sex. I have criteria for myself anyway. Being with someone I adore for at least a month. Not giving in to pressure. Plenty of protection. Wait until I'm at least 15, for God's sake. I know, I know, it's illegal under 17. But slowly and surely, the virgin rate of my year is dropping. I mean, there are at least 5 girls who've done it... and it's only the start of the year. Here's to bet that there'll be 3 more after Halloween, more after New Years and no more virgins by the start of the next school year. I'm worried that I'll be the last virgin. I don't feel ready for sex. Sure, there's plenty of inquisitive thoughts in my head, and plain damn hormones racing. But... what if I get knocked up or something? I dunno. All I know is that I don't trust my virginity with any of the boys I kn0w at current and that I'm waiting for at least until May.

I might start yoga. Anyone do yoga who reads my blog? C-box me some shit. Actually, c-box me if you do yoga or not. Commenting doesn't take effort; The box is right under the music box. See where it has all those names and messages from lovely caring readers? That's where I want you guys to write. If you want, ya know. LMAO. World War 1 is kinda weird. GRR said Amewica. Grr said France and Engalannd and Germanyy. GRR. Let's all go to war and pick sides. Yaaay. And then some random day we can play football on no man's land for the sake of it. Even though we hate eachother. Which is me like going shopping with the devil incarnate... *cough* Begins with 'S' *cough* Ends with 'Abrina' *cough*. All that coughing, must have caught something. Hehe. Paramore are coming. Yaaay. Wanna bribe my parents into letting me go. I need €40.



Life is still so damn boring. Innocuously boring though, I do enough to stop suicidal urges. XD
Well, I'll post again tomorrow.
LUCY XOXO

Catching things and eating their insides...

I like this teacup.

Admittedly, I am considered easily amused. But look how pretty it is. It's dainty and gorgeous; Reminds me of daisies and soft sweet perfume and white linen dresses. And flowing blonde hair.
In most people's eyes, it's probably just an ugly teacup. I don't know why I'm so attached to that picture anyway. Hehe.

Came home early from Hell. Back was killing me. It's the bottom left hand side, it's like these horrid wooden daggers or something. It hurts when I laugh. I talked to Lovely Leezie whilst waiting for mon papa at the reception. She was sick. Poor Leezie.

Feeling poorly now. Had dinner. Fish. I hate fish. I love seafood; but hate fish. Didn't shower this morning out of sheer and utter laziness. I kept like waking up and falling back asleep... which is what happened last night too. It happens a lot. I text for a while and then randomly drift off and then wake up again at approximately 2am, uncomfortably hot and random stuff in my hair that wasn't there when I went to bed (oo-er). My nose is all.... peculiar... I sniffed some of my sister's perfume and it got in to my nostrils somehow. And it's all tingly and horrible like fried spiders stuck to my septum. Eugh. I like spiders... but not when they're cooked in oil. It actually sounds kinda tasty, come to think of it. But not tasty for my nose.

No other news. Sigh. If I had something, I'd tell you. My life is drowning in monotonous lies and truths. And drunken boys whose vomit smells like vodka and playground slides and being cold and crows. Ha.

LUCY XOXO

The way to a man's heart isn't through his stomach; It's through his hankie pocket with a bread knife... - Jo Brand

Frickin' freezin', dearrrryyy.

I'll follow behind you on Rainbow Road...


I have to say that this is the most adorable love song I've ever heard. If boys sang that to their girlfriend with a nice accompaniment, the girl would be all tingly and delighted. Or maybe that's just me. But c'mon... Nintendo was made for romance. Okay. Not really, but still, it's fuckinadorable. I have the mp3 song and I can just sit alone for hours listening to that song on repeat and smiling like I've got some weird mammoth jaw. It's beautiful. D'awwh.

I read Missa's blog this morning and she was talking about Jealousy as an illness. It was quite a long post on that topic, not a rant though. I was thinking about it for a while.. Most of the day, tbh, and I realized how true it was. Jealousy can turn people into unstable depressed lunatics, violent emotional wrecks and revenge-seeking super bitches. One girl likes a boy; Her best friend also likes this boy. Let's call him... Mike. Mike likes the first girl a lot, but he also likes her best friend. Let's call girl number 1 Diane and girl number two Latisha. So Diane and Latisha bring up the topic with each other.. and then it turns into an all out war. Diane ends up with Mike and they go out for ages and Diane and Latisha's friendship is ruined beyond repair because of this boy and how jealous Latisha won't talk to her best friend. Then Mike dumps Diane and tries it on with Latisha. Now Diane's jealous of Latisha and refuses to talk to her just as Latisha was going to apologize for everything. And then she dumps Mike after realizing what a douche he is. And then Diane and Latisha never speak to each other again...and if they do, it's inane pleasantries...

Bad example if there ever was one, but I really can't think at the moment. I've been jealous of a lot of people before.. and it causes me to run my mouth in a completely Tourettes type of way when I can't shut up and embarrass myself profusely. Grr.

It's bloody freezing over here. Things are looking up. In many ways. Woah. Pun. Pun that only I can get. 'Cus I'm cool like that. Hang on... 'Cus I'm cool a nerd like that. See. I'm so dorky. Sniffle. May have swine flu. Portray symptoms of aches and pains and shite. LMAO. Well, my back has been fucking wrecking me for the past week. I mean, dagger-in-side pain. And now I haves toothache. School tomorrow. Sigh. Maths first thing and no comprende les devoirs mathematic.


WELL. I'mma go.
Comment please. I really will shut it down without comments.
I'll just vent in my notebook.
LUCY
XOXO

The dark and the torch.

The endless monotony of peroxide drama
and cigarette butt lies. Ebbing and flowing like a moonlit river.
The curve from shoulder to hip fades into the years before.
Protruding bones...
Acts aren't left for adults. Darkened rooms and fictional tales.
The musky smell of vodka remnants on coats and cardigans.
Jeans clinging tightly to limbs like blood-deprived leeches.
Oh, the 'grace' we call teenage years...

Raw sex appeal.

You're the picture of the check-out girl; Hand me a plastic bag.


Well, hello. Long time, no digg, dearies.
Slightly crapola bars... Grounded for use of profanities and general bad conduct in the home. Woe is me. Okay, okay, drama queen. But still, I shouldn't be isolated (even just for a day) for repugnance. I should just have to put some money into the swear box like most foul-mouthed teens do. End of week one schoolwise. Keeva and Macker are finally going out. Brief realization of an utter and complete under-exaggeration about a crush. And then the list got bigger, I think. My crush list that is. I'm not even supposed to be on this laptop right now. I'm grounded from it also. But Mommy's not home. While the cat's away...

IP address banned from Pirate Bay thanks to those charming Eircom people who don't realize it's a time of recession and that the average teenager couldn't afford itunes beforehand anyway. I don't get why I bother, I lost my ipod anyway. I'll get a new one for Christmas. Thought up my Halloween idea already... I can't put it here for risk of plagiarism and shit. I'm certainly one to be original... Or at least vaguely original. I'm doing incredibly well in English so far. It really is my only talent. That's not even what it is, it's more..... common knowledge of my vernacular. And most people have that. Epic fail sigh. My braces still hurt, as does my back. Back clicks a lot lately. Can't be a good sign. Studying Human Reproduction in Science. Today, we watched a woman give birth on video. Horrifying, truly was. I mean, not only did it shat in her bloodstream, but then she had to push it through her pussy. Believe me, not a pretty sight. And Christ, she could've at least shaved? Eugh. Not even a slight chance I'm EVER going to do that. I mean, if I'm going to be a hooker/porn-star/stripper/pole-dancer/lap-dancer, my vajayjay's gotta be nice and tight. Not as wide as a truck from pushing a sprog through it. Shudder.


Well, I'm off now. Sigh.
I will update tomorrow or something.
LUCY
XOXO

Apply in c-box to be lover. Or just comment. Or both.

Soundtrack:
Oxford Comma - Vampire Weekend



Better day all in all. Yesterday I spent the evening crying to my mom. I don't get it; I'm always so neck-high-in-teenage-drama-and-self-hatred. Doesn't seem like I hate myself most of time... but gosh, I do. Soundtrack muted because I can't concentrate on blogging with random blarings. I'm blogging while I'm in an anti-blogging mood because my mother will probably take it away forever when she finds out that I lied about french being my only devoirs when she checks my journal... I truly am crapola bars at maths. It's too complicated; I have it last class tomorrow. That makes it handy for me to learn from a smart person who is willing to give up 3 minutes to explain. Hang on..... my whole year is full of bitches. Stupid ones, at that. Never mind on the whole 'help' front. Grr. School is literal prison for the morally retarded. Jesus, St. Wolstan's is hell. Okay, at least it's not some mud-grass-bamboo hut deep in the safari sandy desert of eh... Africa or Jamaica or something. But still, jesusssssss christie. Zoe and Katie are completely ignorosity towards me. It's weird, I always end up sitting near them. I remember when me, Zoe, Katie, Maha and Fiona were bffls. They were the good old days. Zoe & Katie totes hate me now. Like.. to the max. Easily hated: check. Almost found Jonny's sister today. She's a firstie. I saw Keev's little sistah in le lunch queue. I was all embarassingly auntie type. Oh well.

No other newses. To be honest.
Braces fixed/tightened.
Owch.

LUCY
XOXO

(another short post, my apologies... I'll shut this down soon...but comment anyway)