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

Hugs aren't over-rated....

Mirror, mirror on the wall...

Well, hello thereee. Haven't blogged in a while. No comments loike. Faaaiill.

I've put my bloggedy blog on loads of those blog directory thingies but to no avail. The magick drags down like un anchor. Teeheehee. Lucy didn't go out yesterday, because Ash and Missa weren't going out and I would've been stuck with people who hate me which... isn't my ideal backdrop tbh. Went to the disco.. *finger lifty dance nerd thing*. It sucked like a Dyson. Me and Ash knew like nobody so we trailed around after Lowa and Fiona like STDs and tried to take pictures of them and random fellas swapping spit. I met 5 people. Which is an All Time Low (I got your pictuuuureeee..) for me. 5 ugly fellas, dare I say it. I really don't want to go. I looked horrible and over-dressed and ew braces and the place was sweaty and gross and most of the third years were locked and the rest were just first years. Some phitty was grinding on Fiona and this gorgeeeyyyy boy was chatting Ailbhe up and I was like waddafuck whydoibother because Ailbhe the recluse pulled and LUCY DIDNT. Thank you, Mr. Gene Pool, bad teeth, and tempting fatty foods.

X -Factorrrrr. I'm totally xdicted. I was like OOH JOHNANDEDWARD who I used to hate but have grown oddly fond of which is truly peculiar. Still fap to adore Danyel Johnson. Mmm Mmm Mmm. Big fucking whoop that he's bi, y'all should be thankful that he shares and cares. Look at that: (fap fap fap)

[I seriously think I came]

Todayyysss, I'm wearing my purdy denim skirt and my black H&M plaity-bordered, floaty top thing. And my racy-lacy penneys tights. Gotta love de Primark. I do truly adore these tights. They're so sexual. My skin is really crap lately. I have these two spots right on the border of my upper lip, directly symmetrical to each other like some gay type of angelbites. I need to get healthy but the aldi brand junk food always screams my name. I need more food willpower. But none of that. I need a cigarette also. Might bum some today or dip into my savings. Trouble with owning my own pack of cigs is that I'd get caught so dang easy. I always act suspicious. Like the day I sneaked to town, I came home all James Bond. My ma went 'Want some gum?' in the car on the way home and I was like 'What? No! What are you saying? I'm a good girl!'. Fail Lucy is fail; Danny hasn't blogged in yeaurs. Little whorebag. Not really, btw, in case people take it seriously and start off with those 'BLOGS JUST CAUSE FIGHTS *cry cry*' blog posts. Grr FU to you haterssssssssssss. <3

Paramore soon. And Halloween. Need to find cunning plan to go Ste's and smoke and lesbian sex. And I need to make my costume for school. And I need to dry my hair. HAHA.

There go my whole twenty euro year's savings. ;P

Lucy

xx

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