We're falling faster than the stars....

I look in the mirror and I see a girl with streaky eyeliner, deep bags, bumpy skin and yellow teeth. The light hits her face and elongates her nose. The tears sparkle in her eyes like morning dew. The stale taste in her mouth of salt and the lump in her throat. She swallows, but it's still there. The lump. It sticks like glue. Then there's that feeling. Of anxiety, when you realize you've said too much and the person under the stairs has definitely heard something and might possibly tell. The night sky reminds me of the dark endlessness. How it all keeps going, a bottomless glass. No matter how bad you think things are, they'll still happen. No matter how much you punish someone, they'll still do it. And when you feel the shadow of a knife behind you, no matter how much you do to prevent the social catastrophe that's about to happen, it'll still plunge stiffly into your skin. Grey into ivory, crimson running cold. People are deaf to my reasons and arguments. Opinions are only true to the beholder. The cold linen is sliding on my back. Does any of this even matter anymore?



Everyone's all loved up; Tom and Laura got together, Fiona was already with Adam, Efa found herself this gorgeous lass, of course I can't mention a few other people but I don't need to. Point is I'm most likely to be one of the only single people on Christmas. I'll huddle up and watch Love Actually alone, on repeat, and cry. Especially when Snape cheats on his wife. That lovely wife who only ever tries to help. Cry cry. I feel horrible and nauseated. Stupid acne tablets practically make me puke. They've got this weird aftertaste of the sticky part of duck tape and brussel sprouts. Two things I hate with a flaming passion. Although, I don't usually eat duck tape. Unless I am ripping it with my teeth etc. It's like when people say that cheese tastes like ass, although they probably have never leaned over a person and bit a chunk out of their posterior. Went YC. It pretty much sucked. Picked up cousin from airport before that. She is gorgeous and I lurv her because she is awesome. She talks kind of like Stacey on X Factor but in a better way because she is totes best cousin ever. *dork face*.



Town tomorrow with cuz and sis. Will probably trawl the vintage shops like.. Kate Moss or Sienna Miller and be all like *swish flick*. Not a clue what to wear. Possibly ripped jeans, black wedge boots, t-shirt and black coat. Might not bother showering tomorrow. Will probs just straighten hair and fluff it up. Am all excited. Because I can go Starbucks, like I did in the airport. Caramel Hot Chocolate with Whipped Cream is total winter warmer imho, so go and invest, meladeez. Ehm ehm, I have nothing to talk about really. Life is in monotone, monocolour. I need my Prince/ss Charming to come and save me and turn my life technicolour like Oz. 'There's no place like home, there's no place like home'. I want to keep my ruby slippered un-clicked and I shall never utter those words. My wings are clipped, but I wish they werent.

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LUCY
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Money can't buy you back the love that you had then...

The dark envelopes the scene from my window. Trees painted black with night, struggling against her great arms. The floodlights from the garden centre next door illuminate the moss-eaten wall like a reading lamp, so I can see the chapters of it's life and the binding that's falling apart. Rabbits flit, like tiny cars on a green motorway, like tiny baseball players. The stone path reminds me of the Irish beaches, the tiny fragments unattractive and loud. Mountains, black as ink, are vaguely visible. Indigo-charcoal skies swallow them. The whirring of my laptop kisses my ears, welcome compared to screaming and shouting that usually is audible in my home. The faint mumbling of the kitchen television. Life's good. When I think about those down-and-outs, sitting alone on the street with 3 hessian blankets and a McDonalds coffee cup filled with gleaming coppers, it makes me think about existance. Why are we here? Will we ever know? I think that maybe we find out the minute we pass on, that it all just clicks in our brain and we know. But we're gone already, so it doesn't even matter.

School today. Decided against showering because I hadn't done my history homework. I swear, what the hell was I thinking? Consequences of World War II essay over silky, salon-style hair. Fuckloads of homework. It's a teacher's strike tomorrow, they obviously have misplaced it within their minds as a 3 month holiday of some sort. I'm not allowed to breathe fresh air and talk to human beings until it's all done. I physically can't do the maths. When the fuck in my life am I ever going to need to know functions and algebraic graphs and square roots? I'm going to be a writer, remember? Not a fucking mathematician. I just sat there drawing umbrellas and pools of blood on my notebook all day with my crap skin, greasy hair, and glasses that make me look like an oxygen-starved goldfish. Jesus, if I had to go outside looking the way I do in school, I'd be in screaming hysterics. AHHHHHHHH. And I'd have no friends because Lucy with glasses totes drives people away.



I got back to Gaia. New Account is Liars And Lighters. Yes, you YMA6 fans, is totally first album inspired. My old name is Suicide Skank and I just realized how stupid it is. I'm a total n00b. I just have green skinny jeans, gentleman grey waistcoat, ruffled red tank, grey high tops, skunk plushie and machete. And that little flower that's all encrusted. I'm not one for questing, so I'm just saving up for new hair by forum-fagging and doing jigsaws. Ah, the GD; it's my home. It's like me: constant dirty joke thread, always babbling with romance, hatred of Twilight. Happy days, cyberworld, happy days. Discovered Tegan & Sara, Bombay Bicycle Club and Broken Social Scene. zOMG totally addicted already. I've spent 2 days just humming along to the flowing acoustics and throaty vocals, mesmerized by the quiet drum beats lulling me into a hypnotic trance. It's like I've died and gone to heaven, a spiritual awakening even. Music, the beauty, eh?


I shall go now. Because I'm weird. Actually, am in intense msn conversation with Jemma. I love that girl, even if she's a crazy drunk.

LUCY
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But they never make it past my mouth...

Walking back from the Bus Stop last night. The one just past the graveyard. I remember it all so clearly because I was having a sensual overload. The wind was like ice, lashing at my face, pulling at my clothes; But I pushed past it, with my teeth tugging on my lip because the only visible light was the hundred-thousands of headlights twinkling like lost stars. I do my best thinking when I'm alone. Okay, okay, yes, everybody does. But I mean, totally alone. Like, nobody near me, nobody able to interrupt me. I just kept walking and watching the moon illuminate the puddles and the trees swaying in the graveyard. Things get out of control once every while. Like you just need it to slow down so you can take it all in. I found myself fancying the ass of three people as I walked home, but I knew exactly which one makes me the most happy, which one bothers answering my texts, which one hugs me and I feel like I shouldn't ever let go.





Of course, those factors made it obvious who I really liked. In Pride and Prejudice, Charlotte Lucas, an intimate acquaintance of Lizzie, has the theory that marriage is for security and love comes with luck. I used to think it was totally atrocious, but while I was thinking about everything last night, I realized in terms of nowadays that it makes a lot of sense. For example, you feel you are in love with 2 different people. You like 1 a lot more than the other, but the feeling isn't mutual and they never spend time with you. You like 2 a little bit, but he likes you back, and he gives you the time of day. Should you pine over 1 forever, or perhaps pick 2 and be happy?


As I pushed the little metallic buttons of the gate, I saw my shadow flung across the curved wall by headlights. It was my shadow, distorted in to beautiful and thin, and it slid across on to the gate and faded out. It was one of those images that you can see exactly for ages after. I don't know why it implanted itself on my brain. Maybe that the light moved me or something. Because our earth's amazing and light can do so much. I don't even have a clue, but the magic's in the mystery. Just like there's method in the madness. I love dainty little phrases. They're like tiny little ballerinas, twirling their sugarplum tutus on your tongue, pirouetting on your lips and finally leaping out in to the open to join all the other ballerinas. Never had the chance to wear my new black skirt with the white polkadots and the chanel inspired pumps with the pearls and the beige flower brooch. My mom was being a whorebag, dictating what I can wear and what I can't. 'Cover your cleavage, Lucy'. I don't get why people always call me a whore because I wear low-cut tops. Jesus, half the people who call me a whore have given head. I am a 32B. Like Lily Allen, and to quote her 'My tits are tiny, I don't need a bra' (well it was something along those lines). I wear a bra, but will people pleeease stop going on about my boobs? Stupid girlhood.







Went to see a Christmas Carol 3D. It was. A. M. A. Z. I. N. G. First off, I would definitely not bring children to it. It has images of the grim reaper and his black thestral type thing, zombies, ghosts, these two ragged demon children called Revenge and Want. I was terrified at some parts like when the grim reaper hand jumped out of the screen. I was just terriffiieedd. It had everything for an instant classic, well-known story, great music, amazing animation, actors you can name like that *snaps*, and of course the added bonus of 3D. Jim Carrey & Colin Firth were recognizable as soon as their characters arrived on screen. Same with Ryan Ochoa, who is Chuck on iCarly. Before you judge, iCarly is fucking good. I adored that movie. 13 of us went to the cinema and the majority were guys, and they all wanted to see Harry Brown, but me, Efa and Elise were like noooooooo. Elise and Sionnan wanted to see Jennifer's Body, but me, Efa and Buttons had already seen that. The guys were blatantly refusing to watch UP 3D. So we settled on a Christmas Carol on the basis that nobody had seen it yet, and it looked okay. Movie well spent. I recommend it.

Well, I'm gonna go now. Comment please.
Shout-out to Georgia, Lulu, Danny and Nickster because they read and comment and I love them muchos.
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Take back this city....

It's abnormally freezing here in the green land. I mean, hello? Global Warming? Pick up please?
Parent-Teacher meeting yesterday. Comments weren't bad which surprised me so much my mouth hung open for like half an hour. Apparently, I've improved greatly in Maths, yet I thought I was doing the opposite. Loadsa teachers said I didn't hand up my homework, but if I was out last week, how am I supposed to do it? Meuhh Meuhhh, Fucktards. I pulled tonnes of lip skin off during English accidentally and now my lip is burrrning so je regrette. Je parle le langue Francais.. J'adore Francais et je veux un garcon beau Francais. Sigh, malheuresment, je n'ai pas un garcon beau Francais mais j'ai chocolat. :)





It feels like the world's closing in, waiting for my choice. I feel like I'm stranded on a roundabout and I can either be brave and choose which way I'll go or stay here forever. And all the angry drivers are wondering what the fuck I'm doing and hurrying me on. Which road should I take? I remember being 7 years old and desperately wanting to be a teenager like Lizzie McGuire and she had a boyfriend and she stayed out late and IM'ed. But now, I'm not so sure. With each opportunity, comes a responsibility. As in responsibility for your actions. And usually the actions fail you but you still must be responsible and smart. Take the bull by the horns and push past ignorance. It's harder than it seems, this growing up thing.


Picked it up again now. Thursday at 06:46am. I was pestered by the fact I had a draft. It just sat there in my mind 'FIIINIISSHH YOUUR BLOOGGG POSSSST'. So here I am. *waves*. Hyper hyper. Approx 37 days 'til Christmas. Everyone else has the huge lists and I'm like woo woo camera. Why do people need so much at Christmas anyway? If I received tonnes, I'd be happy anyway, but my parents never gave me too many presents. Little 8 year olds have lists like netbook, playstation 3 and Halo 3 for the playstation 3. If I even asked for that, I'd be grounded. I want to give all my money to charity or something good like that but nah. Too much effort. Aldi have gingerbread houses! I nearly died of excitement because they have a train too and it's all completely edible. I could pretend to be the Cloverfield monster, smash the house down then send my minions on Janice Ian. >:]

I shall go now. Because I need to straighten my hair and drink tea and possiblé put foundation on. Roll on Mr. Weekend.

LUCY
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Just say there's nothing holdin' you back...

Dearies.

11.24am. Sick, so came home early from school. I reckon I should get some blood tests, check that all's well. But I hate blood tests, because of someone fiddling around under my skin. Picked back up an old habit. Bought my new look in Dundrum shopping centre yesterday. Red lipstick, kohl and Coco Chanel inspired items. It looks quite formal but I love it. Gotta love Penneys, eh? Premiering this new fashionable Lucy this weekend, provided I am not hung by ankles and skinned by parents tomorrow after Parent Teacher Meeting. I don't give a fuck anymore. I know, ignorant teenager much? But St. Wolstans is horrible. The teachers hate me, the pupils hate me. I feel like I'm sniggered at each time I turn my back. Doesn't help that cliques are established and I don't belong in them. I have Ash and Jem but they're quiet and tired in school, and I sense they find me annoying how I'm always 'happy' in school or something. I just love being around people. Most of my friends don't go St. Wolstans. Also, everyone is still kind of wary of me because of the whole 'liking girls' fiasco. Hellooo, all you little catholic girls do not make me wet. St. Wolstans is chock-full with little preppy, tracksuit-wearing barbies who all look the exact same. Hating on it.

I did so much shopping yesterday, it's unbelievable. I'mma google-image some of the things I bought and then use PhotoFiltre (awesome free program) to mash 'em into a pic for you. Fuck it, I could only find my cute panda beanie on the River Island website. It's so adorable though, well worth the €17.50.

Katy Perry wore it too, so not exactly totally original but omg I'm in love with it. I got two flannel shirts in Penneys, black and white and then one thats different shades of purple. I got a nerdy golf jumper from H&M kids, because I'm quite small. 2 new pairs of jeans from their too, one shredded stonewashed pair and another pale blue figure hugging pair. Grey nerd type top.. one of those vesty things. Polka dot skirt, pearls with a beige flower brooch, black and white patent pumps with a little gold chain. Plait bracelets. There's more but I can't think. Phwaah. I am actually so happy with my purchases. Happy days like.


Listening to Lovebug- Jonas Brothers because I'm fucking awesome weird. It's such an adorable song. I always wanna cry because no boy I know a) would ever feel that way & b) would especially ever feel that way for me. I keep reading romance novels and they set my expectations all high. I want love so much. Just to feel it. Why aren't there any handsome, dark, sensitive boys out there? Hello? I mean, it's not that much of a specification. I'll even settle for relatively okay, dark and sensitive, as long as they're not fat. Girls too, come to think of it. I fancy the arse off one boy and one girl and they both think of me as a friend so fuck it, eh? I feel so unattractive. Especially with beautiful friends like mine who always have boys after them. Epic fail. I put on clothes and make-up and aim for perfection and fall short. Putting net out on blog. Hereeee, sexy sexy sexy. Come love me, creatures. Please?? AHH. I'M CRAZY.

39 days 'til Christmas; Camera and festivity and depression. I don't want to be single for Christmas, I want escapades under the mistletoe. I'm not independent! I want someone warm to hug and hold and amigawd, fail, because people like me never ever find that, do we? No. People who've read this blog since before Summer know how crap my self-esteem is, especially back in the days of Candyshop Cocaine and Cynical And Whimsical. Then in Summer, I got male attention and female too, and I was like 'WOAH! I must not be too bad!' but then I got dumped 4 times, and now I'm totes unloved so fail. It totally destroyed happy confident Lucy. Complain, complain. RAWWH.

I'd better go.
Music Monday- Mushaboom by Feist.

LUCY
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Now is the winter of our discontent...

Sticky tea dried down my legs, home-done french manicure chipped, sticky face cream slathered on to skin. It feels like two sharp knives are right in at my spine, at the base. Just jammed between the vertebrae, and laughing as I contort in this agony. It's not even the physical agony, and I don't know why any of this is agonizing. I'm self obsessed, in a bizarre way. Like I love myself, but because I hate myself. 01.17 am. Remnants of tonight's kohl streaming down my puffy cheeks. I want fresh air, sunny days, a camera in my hand, sunflowers surrounding me. Something surreal, being wrapped in webs and downy duvets of fairytale lies. I guess I'm just never happy. I only think of my self as a failure. The days that I feel beautiful are the days when I haven't insulted someone. It just doesn't click; When I achieve something, I just aim higher until I reach these unthinkable desires. Evil things, bitchy things. Things against the girl code. Things against morals. I really wish I could decipher who I am. It's like a code. I don't know what it is.

Gaa. What can I say; I never enjoy it. For a while I do, but then I slide or something.
I can't stand this. Two posts make me crazy. I'm just going to put in a picture I took in Cavan over the summer. It's blurred to the left, it's black and white, but I like the picture. It's the type of photography that literally plasters deviantart, but fuck it, bite me.



(click to enlarge, as always)

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Comment me.
Or facebook.
Or something.

Fuck son. 7 comments.
Now that's more like it.
This is gonna be short, because I'm hyper-excited and stuff.
And facebooking.
Woo for laptop being fixed. Happy days, eh?
It's perfect and I'm chilling listening to Weezer and Manson in my knickers, scrubbing two names off my hands because Jemma made me.
This is the good life.
I'm pretty happy except for the whole 'lucy is at window watching life whilst other people are actually playing with life and shit' feeling I've been getting lately. I've been mighty half-assed, as you can see from lack of pictures in this post. Camera for XMAS. Proper photography type one instead of silly little cybershot. I'm trés excited. Fuji Finepix SI500fd. It's the cheapest SI there is so I'm like woooo. It's 10mp which is good, even though my last one was 12mp but I can't wait. Ahhh photo happinesss...

Today is Friday the 13th. Stuff of legend, and myth. I have great luck on these days because of my mirror experience 6 years ago. I'm quite superstitious about mirrors and glass. They have this odd aura or something. Mirrors can be a blessing or a curse, depending whose looking in and if they're being watched from the other side. I was like drop smash grr. It was my sister's and I always felt like since it wasn't my property, it doubled the curse or something. I swear, I'm not crazy.

Typing like a crackhoe today. So hyper. It's unbelievable. Type type play play FAAACEEBOOKKK. I better go now, so as not to embarrass myself further on the interwebs.

Hit me up with some comments, babyyyy.

LUCY
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Look at me all spontaneous.
I've gone for Minima Lefty as my template because I really wanted normal comments back instead of dumb old c-box. I like this, but I'm sure it'll lose me followers or prospective followers. So if you're reading today's posts (this is the second) - comment on this one please, and make sure to tell me if you liek it or not. (:

Lucy
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La, la, la, la, la, the boys are waiting...

"Every hero becomes a bore at last - R. Emerson"






3rd day of sickness, I really think maybe I should study but gah the effort. Missed school talent show out of being ill last night. Epic fail. Drag Me To Hell = Total letdown. What is with 2009 horrors? They suck. The only one that lived up to my expectations was Final Destination. Jennifer's Body was a good comedy, but the build-up to Cody's horror debut was so unnecessary. There was blood, and black pricky vomit but that's as far as the gore went. And the music didn't make suspense. As horror movies usually go, it did stray from usual human breeding. Through out the whole film, Needy searched her abode in complete darkness. Helloooo, woman, when there are brutal killings in your city, would you not flick the light switch? In Drag Me to Hell, a gust of wind leads her to cry. Uhm.. I'm not sure about you guys but when air rushes my way.. I don't start bawling my eyes out? Directors, eh?


Copy and Paste what some wemo bebo commented me last night:
"lol at lil wannabe scene skanks
who look like a retarded fetus :) :L"
Haha fun times? These bebo 'fames' are just getting on my nerves. Thou are not holier than I shall ever be. God has not placed superiority upon thou sacred palm. Suck my lefty. Jesus, he could at least spell foetus scientifically. Rawr. I'm not a scene wannabe either? I'm the opposite. I'm not a bulimic, loose-trousered loser. Just a plain old loser. And I loveee being a loser. Je n'aime pas tu filles et garcons Scene; Je n'aime pas tu!! Get this though, my readers. His bebo profile states : Scene. Pshh, way to hypocritise. Is that a word, even? Fuck it.


Lately, parents have been doing a lot of fighting. Not as much as before they almost divorced, but more than normal. And my mom's always crying and I wish I could extend my hand for help... but I can't. These are her problems and she hates people trying to help. Stubborn, like me I guess. The house thing is worrying me too. I don't wanna live on the streets. That'd suck.. I feel like the parentals are in denial of the debt. 'If we can't see it, it's not there' kinda thing. I feel like the adult here. They still have these great expectations of me. That I get all a's in everything, but if they checked my journal and copies and tests, they'd see I'm not assed at any of it. I really don't see the point of any of it. Listening to Lily Allen's 22, I started thinking about my fairytale ending, and about how it probably wont have one. I'll end up like the girl in 22... Single, used, without a career; Lounging in front of Eastenders with a little tin of takeaway noodles. Epic Fail.






GaGa's amazing new video for Bad Romance - yes, folks, I finally found the real video && embedded it for you - is totally turning me GaGa. I remember when I totes hated Lady Gaga and her affiliates at the Haus Of Gaga but recently.. Hell yeah, I'm feeling it. I wish I had gig money for her Monster Ball. I'll see her next year. This video brings everything that I love in a good music video into one. Craziness, quirkiness, contacts, a clever advertisement and originality. Bath Haus Of Gaga, the crazy pink perm, the French section of the lyrics, the massive deer-in-headlights contact lenses, the scantily clad GaGa herself. She is hot. I'm beginning to think 2010 is the true Birth of GaGa.



Thanks for the comments.
But I need more.
Link to friends day?

(:

LUCY
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Dramatic music.

Haven't posted since last Thursday. Comments for once. Happy days. Sick for the past two days, stomach bug. I've been thinking a lot lately.. About stupid things. Like gifts or talents. Everyone is supposed to have one? Ashling is a good listener, Merissa is funny and a good singer, so is Jemma, Georgia is a great writer, Efa is beautiful and intelligent. Hang on, they're all beautiful and intelligent. And they're all good at sport. Grr at their talents but ILTHEM. I'm kinda just... here. I'm such a moanbag, eh? I just wonder WHAT IS MY PURPOSEEE?. S'like I was placed here to make people look better. Ahh, distracted by Robbie's You Know Me and him in his bunny suit. O.o. Anywaaay, I don't think I have a point in being here. I think about all those starving people with bamboo huts and no parents who deserve my life, and then go... why does such a selfish, psycho-whore like me have the life they deserve? Either life is a total bitch, or that person in the sky has Tarantino-humour. Birth, bitch, bereavement.


Gaa disco on Friday. Hell yeah, party up. *major sargasm*. Nothing better than stumbling in the dark, vodka and fake tan filling your nostrils and all the beautiful people tongue-orgying their way to popularity and prosperity. And then there are the wallflowers, like me, staring longingly at their 3-foot legs and their bright dyed hair. Funsiez like. School = suxxor. Too much homework. Faiil. I want to lay down and scream my lungs out in the middle of maths. Just lay there and yell out what I feel about the Junior Cert and our dastardly politicians, buying iPhone 3Gens with money straight out of the tax-payers pocket. While the rest of us struggle to pay our electricity bills. FUCK THIS FUCKING FUCK IRELAND GRR. I vote we all move to America. All in favour, say I.


Shout out to Dannysaurus Rex. Because he's online and I need people to talk to because sick days are fail but win at same time. Hayley Williams new blonditude makes her look like young Madonna, lookkkkk. Paramore in December. T'woo T'woo. She lives in a faaaiiiryyytaaalleee. So hyper and distracted. Like Tessa, Aka Meekakitty. Youtube her if you silly earthlings have not tubequainted yourselves with the almighty Meekster. This time of year is actually so beautiful; I look out the window and JD-moment how amazing nature is. The crisp leaves curling at the edges, the warm colours caressing eachother. It's times like this when I wish I wasn't idiotic enough to break my camera beyond repair. My dad suggested I use the family cybershot, but it's so not me. When I used to use my black camera with the Carl Zeiss retracting lens, it was like holding a small child that captured memories. Y'alls probably like EHM WTF. But to me this all makes sense. Inside my head. Oh gosh, I think I'm semi autistic.

I'mma go. Comment, bloghoes.
LUCY
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High off hand sanitizer...

Gaga Ooh La La




Right.
I am a crazy psycho who is squashing two people in to one skin. Yikess.
Well, Jade is my new outlet. I'm trying hard to stop bitching. Unsuccessfully.
So Jade's there to let out all this hatred and shit.



I haven't properly blogged in quite a while so I'll aim for it today. Junior Cert. Arggghhh. They hype it up so much that it actually scares me now. I feel like I need to study. I got 68% in Maths. Which is great for me. I was like YAYY because I passed and got honour. Happy days. I'm so hungry lately too. For a while I thought, OMFG pregnant but then smart brain type think kicked in 'Lucy, you aren't getting any, and you won't be for a longggg time, kthxbai.' So I'm just a fat cow. Seriously, my thighs are like sacks filled with custard. I walk and they slap against each other and echo. Need to exercise. I might go back to working out in my room before bed. That's what always kept me fit. It sounds horrible, but I wish I went back to post-operation-underweight. Most definitely, you're all there cringing in your seats, feeling embarrassed for my lack of depth or tutting at me in horror and superiority. But I find thin beautiful. I used to lie and say some people were too thin, but there's no such thing. And guys fall for those over-thin girls.



Speaking of guys, I repel them utterly. It's a curse. Hitler had a wife, yet I don't have a boyfriend. Helllooooo.. earth to dating community? I'm right here. There must be some semi-neurotic hater out there suited for me, in a flannel shirt and skinny jeans with natural hair? Or just a fellow reader, in jeans and a t-shirt who listens to David Bowie religiously. Or maybe a happy, smiley ear-pierced skanger, because opposites attract? Grr. I give up. Y'all are like 'You're fourteen, you've got a life ahead of you to find love...' but I want it now. I want someone to cuddleee and be warm with and hear his heart beating through his shirt and melt melt orgasm noise. Pride and Prejudice has put my expectations and hopes at a brand new level. I want a Mr. Darcy... mysterious, repelling, charming in a bad-mannered way. Rich too. Or a Mr. Wickham... outrageously handsome with a way of twisting people. Mmmm. Jane Austen has both impeccable taste and an amazing imagination.



Cillian, I would like to apologize for any judgments I made on this blog of you, but there's so much gossip about everything and I was angry and omfg unnecessary drama everywhere. Everyone's fighting. End of 2k9, loike, on a bad note. Drama, drama everywhere, but not a drop to drink. Hang on.. That's not it. W Factor Junior Heats on soon. To all of you cultured foreigners, W Factor is our school talent show. Great name, huh? But I think I'mma go. Because if it's not good, it's going to be hilarious. And if it is good, then it's worth our money. The seniors are usually better, but I can go to the finals to see them. Starting to like Gaga's new hit. Will embed.

Lucy
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Comment again, laydeez.
And actuaalllyyy, Neko, I was (Y) for you. :B

An introduction.

Bitch has landed.
That's it. I'm fed the fuck up of all of you.
The human species.
We're mistakes; Disgusting, horrible mistakes.
This is my alter-ego. Fuck it if I'm crazy,
Fuck it if you consider it a multiple personality disorder.
I'm going to call this alter-ego.. Jade.
Jade the killer psycho bitch.
Jade, the strong, courageous, beautiful, popular, loved version of Lucy.
As Jade, I hate the human race.
Girls my age... Catty. Bitchy. Scandalous.
Read Neko's blog... and it confirmed whichever theories I had
of girls anyway. Why does anyone have the right to point out another's flaws?
Damnit, I'm sorry my genetics made me look like this?
I'm sorry I was brought up with a poor sense of judgement and the ability to make mistakes?
Any girl reading this... I want you to cut other girls some slack.
Forgive, forget, do what it takes. That comment you nearly made about that girl?
Swallow it.
About that girl you were going to nudge in the corridor 'accidentally'?
Pin your arm down.


Promise for a proper post soon.
I really do.

Jade, Lucy's evil inner twin.

xx

[This time, please bother commenting. Props to Lulu & Vic. Pandas FTW]

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Hello, the dear people who actually can bother their arses to read this.
I kept procrastinating and going 'Ughh, I'll do it later' on the blogging front, but now I finally got to doing it at 9:15am, Sunday. This time tomorrow I'll be listening to the buzz of class and whispers of who fucked who and who lost their hand to fireworks. Halloween 2'k'9 = Suxxor. It failed hard. Didn't go out for the whole day and then Dad rented Final Destination 2, because Drag Me To Hell was all out. He watched half of the movie with me and then ran off to go to some party with my sister's friend's parents. I was left alone with hormonal mommy, because her painters are in, and we watched x-factor and I bitched and moaned at her about wanting to be real proper blonde.



Speaking of X-Factor, I reaaallyyy hated rock night. They wrecked some of my favourite songs.. Joe took Journey's classic: Don't Stop Believing and made it into a boring anti-ballad which was about as bloody inspiring as Paris Hilton's autobiography. Stacey the Dimwit did a over-vibrato, pop version of Keane's Somewhere Only We Know and Lloyd targetted the girlies with I kissed a Girl... Which really isn't rock. Anyhoo, he wasn't attractive and was utter fail. Danyl (<3) did a song I didn't know, but it was kind of mojo-less. I hate how they give him such a hard time. Stacey, Lloyd and Jedward suck & should be voted out. And Danyl has real talent. Like, magik tear-jizz-love-inducing singing. Sigh.

Weekend = Boring. No homework done. Will probs do today. Feeling pretty down for no reason. I don't get how people do that bitey MSN personal message. When they pick something subtle but obvious and display it for everyone with a sarcastic smiley face after it. It doesn't seem very mature to me. Nobody's mature nowadays, aight?

I'mma go now.
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LUCY
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PS. Sorry about the short post.