Pentacles and polyjuice potions...

I kissed a boy, just to start shit...








Welcomeee.
'Nother doss week in school. Yesterday was an ecology trip, which was me trekking, panting, trekking, panting and searching for bugs. I mean, walk down the hill = funzies. Walk back up it... diezies. On the plus side, the bus back to school was mighty awesomesauce. Cheryl Cole singalongs ftw. Today, we were off at 12.40. Sooo basically, I only had maffs, assembly fingy, geoggers, francais annnndddd irish. GUESS WHAT? Major swine flu outbreak. 202 people were out sick yesterday. Out of 700 students. D: Like, ffs. SHUT DOWN THE SCHOOl. One of the teachers has it. Emma has it. Shout out to that loveelly girly. She had to listen to my amazing singing on the bus... may God bless her. Piles of business h/w due Thursday from last Friday. I hope Ms. Plunkett gets it. Does morbid obesity make you high-death-risk? And she's too fat to get to a doctors too. Yesssssssss. Witch!lucy escaped to, loike, bid bad wishes to that rotund lady. If you're reading this Ms. Plunkett, I am greatly sorry and do not mean to insult you... kinda.



Everyone's blogging. Grr. I bring it up every second post, but helloooo, I started it. All hail Lucy, queen of North Kildare Region Blogger Pages. 'Cus my blog has effort and almost-daily-posts and a real mofoing template instead of a crappy preset or some tacky twilight one or cupcake one. Sigh. Wan's blog is purdy cool. I need to link more people too. Please note; If you want to be linked, you gotta comment for a while. You can't just show up, go straight to my c-box and be laik 'HAI GIMME LINKZEZ'. BTW, that actually wasn't pointed towards you, Naddie, but if you're doing what I said you won't even know. O.o heyyy, I have a preventative method. Keywords. I'll give y'all a keyword to put in the c-box if you read the latest post. Today's keyword is areola. Yes, that is a part of your nipple, for you twerds who don't know but sense that an awesome word like that must be related to boobage in some way.



Slootpocalypse Halloween is gonna suck for me this year. Can't go Ste's party which some young ladies will be delighted by. Actually, boys too. Basically, everyone. And everyone who isn't going is previously engaged w/ trick or treating and shit (which I agree with, for free sweety reasons). I'll probably sit at home alone and spend my time on Caféworld and updating my blog header. Maybe rent out Teeth. Alone. Nothing better than a night alone with vagina dentata. Msn me if your would like to join me :( .. That made for awkward sad-ass moment. Shout out to Nicky Graydon because he is first class nerdtacular. Ehmm... oh yes, 5 comments: Vic, Missa, Naddie, Lulu and Sarah so luvvage to them. I was like SMILEYSMILEYLOVED for an hour. I'm a sad, sad girl.



Ba da da daaaa *finds rad pics for this post on Google* .....










Leaving you with this sexy cover of Britney's new song, 3, about uhmm... a threesome. I fink these guys are better. ;)



LUCY
XOxO

Break your face to match your grace...

Pain is just a simple compromise....


Things changeee so damn fast.
It's just teenagehood. I thought it was all good. And then POW. Lost two things in one night. Boyfriend and a close friend. Being honest, Keeva wasn't exactly what I'd describe as an amazing friend. She was there for me... but when she was, she told everyone what I had told her. And she bitched about her best friend everyday... That's just not right. I snapped last night... the year's worth of spite kinda flooded out on msn at her after the break up... it really didn't help that she found me being dumped frickin' hilarious. Or just the way it happened. CITT ruined my damn relationship. Me and Missa were playing around, asking could we tap all these random people and it got to Louis. I was like 'Can I tap that?'.. He asked if me and Missa were doing it to annoy him but we weren't and I was like 'I'm damn serious. I want your cock.' It's a goddamn joke, right? Well. Louis told Dave. Dave dumped me. I thought he was fucking kidding but.. he wasn't. :( And then I was shocked. And I cried for 7 hours non stop. No sleep. Lay crying with out checking the time, begging to stay home, but parentals refused and I rushed like fuck to school. I was scared when I went to school.. because I thought the others would hate me. But Ash doesn't. So it's all good. I love having best friends who I can fucking trust for once.. like Ash and Missa and shit. It's this sense of security like you're tied with elastic bands so if you fall, you'll spring right back up. Infallible rubber bands.... that'll never snap.




This was one of those frustrating short blogs. I was going to write more. But I'm in tears. Fail. Enjoy the pretty pics in this. I love pictures. Joining school photography club on Monday at lunch. In the BIG computer room.

LUCY XOXO

Comment to cheer me up. :(

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

Smile, they're all staring...

Success is having to worry
about every damn thing in the
world, except money...

-Johnny Cash





This is peculiar. It's a year since VicVic wrote her first blog and this is my 100th blog post. WOO. This symbolizes accomplishment for me. Most people consider accomplishment as something physical.. or a goal of some sort. This is an accomplishment for me because I a) managed to keep something intact for a long time and b) managed to let out my feelings without forcefully annoying people. Like how I underlined 'forcefully'? It's because this blog is incredibly annoying also but people can just trail their cursor riiighhhttt on up to the big red x in the corner which means they can piss off. It's the diet option. :)


I would like to kindly address the unkind commenters. Don't get me wrong, I love the commenters like Jemmy and Vic and Dani and Davey and Fionaaaa and all. But those little skanks that are too cowardly to put their goddamn name alongside their comments are just pesky. Not even annoying, just pesky. Because I don't get moved easily by people with stupid insights on how I am and how I live. My view on Sabrina.. okay, shouldn't have posted it online. But I do have a right to free speech and all. Sabrina is nowhere near fucking perfect, Mrs/Mr/It Smileyface Anonymous. Neither am I, neither are you, neither is anyone. Perfect is something we all strive for in vain, never reach it, and end up dejected because it's too far forward. Fuck off with your 'faggot' because if you bothered to read further than the first post you saw, you'd realize that I physically am a faggot. Boohoo, I like girls. Shock horror. Wouldn't be surprised if you homophobic plaster-cast excuses of human beings ended up being gay yourself. Fudge-packers or Rug-munchers. Lalalaaa. If I were you lonely, lifeless creature-type-things, I do this thing called 'Get A Life'... or maybe just 'Build A Bridge'. I don't have time for that type of inane shit. So be gone, moronic fuckfaces.


School, school, school; What can I say? Sucks hairy pussy. Third year is a mess already. I've gotten 3 notes on different sections as it is, and it's 3 weeks into term. The homework comes in these god forsaken tidal waves of mass learning and pointless questions. When in our future lives will we ever need Irish Poetry, Algebraic expressions, Microbiological information and the ability to blanket-stitch? Unless we're all planning on being Irish/Maths/Science/Home-Ec teachers or microbiologists or..... under-paid Indonesian workers. I'm being a journalist; No questions asked. I don't care how I get the job or where I get the job. I'm just getting the job. I'll go to the worst college there is if I have to. I'm just doing journalism. Full Stop. I'm pretty sure I have the qualities of a journalist. I'm certainly inquisitive, to say the least. I'd be a crap journalist. Now that I think of it. I should have a back-up. Brothel; Fuck duh. Or just a waitress. Pie engineer. I could totally engineer pie. It can't be that hard. Base, crust, chocolate-fudge ripple teamed with ripe, luscious raspberries, covered over with a thin top and sprinkled with icing sugar. Hot out of the oven and passed to a customer. Orgasm. Now I'm damn hungry. That reminded me of 'Waitress'. Ever see that movie? I liked that movie. T'was goooooord.


I would like to bear an apology for not posting over the past 3 days. I was grounded from my laptop. I swear to god, they ground me from it if I accidentally slam the door because the window was wide open or something. My mom once grounded me for dropping a piece of plastic on the floor of her car. Accidentally. And it wasn't dirty plastic or nothing, it was plastic from the front of a brand new Wii game. Grrrraawwrrr. Sigh. Gaa and youth club on Friday. Don't know which to go for. On one hand, the Gaa is sweaty & horrible accompanied by that utter shit dance-trance music that's so annoying. On the other hand, it's fun to be out with friends til late, pounding to strobe dancing and making out randomly to my heart's content. But I feel like I'd be betraying youth club and all, even in all it's boringosity. If I go youth club, I'll end up totes third-wheeling on Chrissa and Miss. And that would be crap. But if I go gaa, I'll have to shave my legs and put on fake tan, not to mention wear something incredulously short and 6 inch high heels. Decisions, decisions, decisions.



I'mma go check my online accys now. New Twitter terms of use, according to my email. I'll talk to yas later. Toodle-doo.

LUCY
XOXO

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