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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