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.
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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