Noticed something. Romance is the only thing that plagues my brain lately. T'is peculiar. Love seems to be temporary, illusory. And yet, I still fucking adore the concept. It's like the idea of afterlife... an anesthetic. Yet for some unknown reason, I want it. Even teenage love would do me. I just want the experience. I have never even passed those little twinkling 'I love you's that mean nothing. All I want for Christmas is an American import. ;)
Was reading Big Woo again. How much would it suck if my parents read my blog? I'd be grounded for years. I tell enough lies as it is. White lies that cling together like chewing gum fragments and make one big ball of chewing gum lies. Speaking of parents, daddy dearest is in Berlin and mumsy is in that disappointed mood. I swear, I could fail one test and she treats me like I got knocked up. 'zOMG I r so upset. U haz ruined churr liiiiiife' as phucking if. Halloween dress up day in school is themed. 3rd years are Scooby Doo. FML. I'd prefer to be dressed as a Barbie. Clever Mia pointed out that Scooby has enemies. Teehee. So I'mma be a zombie. And I better win this year. -.-
Schoooool. 3rd year is utter stressstressstress. I wonder what I'l be like in leaving cert year, eh? Or when I'm a big grown up Lucy, giving birth. Ew. Scratch that. Note to self: Contraceptive pills & Adoption FTW. Tsk tsk to Teen Drama. Wishy washy shite, I dare say. None of us have real problems. We'll have problems later on, when we're unemployed and our parents die etc. I don't consider anything a problem. Stress, k. But not problems. PS: Leukemia kids, I am sorry, your problems are problems. Oh noes, I'm gonna cry now because people my age have leukemia. :( Imagine having cancer during exam time. Shoccckkk horror.
I'mma go now. Comment, you cunts.
Only Vic commented last time. GAA tomorrow night.
Squeeee.
Hopefully, I won't be grounded.
LUCY
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