La, la, la, la, la, the boys are waiting...

"Every hero becomes a bore at last - R. Emerson"






3rd day of sickness, I really think maybe I should study but gah the effort. Missed school talent show out of being ill last night. Epic fail. Drag Me To Hell = Total letdown. What is with 2009 horrors? They suck. The only one that lived up to my expectations was Final Destination. Jennifer's Body was a good comedy, but the build-up to Cody's horror debut was so unnecessary. There was blood, and black pricky vomit but that's as far as the gore went. And the music didn't make suspense. As horror movies usually go, it did stray from usual human breeding. Through out the whole film, Needy searched her abode in complete darkness. Helloooo, woman, when there are brutal killings in your city, would you not flick the light switch? In Drag Me to Hell, a gust of wind leads her to cry. Uhm.. I'm not sure about you guys but when air rushes my way.. I don't start bawling my eyes out? Directors, eh?


Copy and Paste what some wemo bebo commented me last night:
"lol at lil wannabe scene skanks
who look like a retarded fetus :) :L"
Haha fun times? These bebo 'fames' are just getting on my nerves. Thou are not holier than I shall ever be. God has not placed superiority upon thou sacred palm. Suck my lefty. Jesus, he could at least spell foetus scientifically. Rawr. I'm not a scene wannabe either? I'm the opposite. I'm not a bulimic, loose-trousered loser. Just a plain old loser. And I loveee being a loser. Je n'aime pas tu filles et garcons Scene; Je n'aime pas tu!! Get this though, my readers. His bebo profile states : Scene. Pshh, way to hypocritise. Is that a word, even? Fuck it.


Lately, parents have been doing a lot of fighting. Not as much as before they almost divorced, but more than normal. And my mom's always crying and I wish I could extend my hand for help... but I can't. These are her problems and she hates people trying to help. Stubborn, like me I guess. The house thing is worrying me too. I don't wanna live on the streets. That'd suck.. I feel like the parentals are in denial of the debt. 'If we can't see it, it's not there' kinda thing. I feel like the adult here. They still have these great expectations of me. That I get all a's in everything, but if they checked my journal and copies and tests, they'd see I'm not assed at any of it. I really don't see the point of any of it. Listening to Lily Allen's 22, I started thinking about my fairytale ending, and about how it probably wont have one. I'll end up like the girl in 22... Single, used, without a career; Lounging in front of Eastenders with a little tin of takeaway noodles. Epic Fail.






GaGa's amazing new video for Bad Romance - yes, folks, I finally found the real video && embedded it for you - is totally turning me GaGa. I remember when I totes hated Lady Gaga and her affiliates at the Haus Of Gaga but recently.. Hell yeah, I'm feeling it. I wish I had gig money for her Monster Ball. I'll see her next year. This video brings everything that I love in a good music video into one. Craziness, quirkiness, contacts, a clever advertisement and originality. Bath Haus Of Gaga, the crazy pink perm, the French section of the lyrics, the massive deer-in-headlights contact lenses, the scantily clad GaGa herself. She is hot. I'm beginning to think 2010 is the true Birth of GaGa.



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But I need more.
Link to friends day?

(:

LUCY
XX

Dramatic music.

Haven't posted since last Thursday. Comments for once. Happy days. Sick for the past two days, stomach bug. I've been thinking a lot lately.. About stupid things. Like gifts or talents. Everyone is supposed to have one? Ashling is a good listener, Merissa is funny and a good singer, so is Jemma, Georgia is a great writer, Efa is beautiful and intelligent. Hang on, they're all beautiful and intelligent. And they're all good at sport. Grr at their talents but ILTHEM. I'm kinda just... here. I'm such a moanbag, eh? I just wonder WHAT IS MY PURPOSEEE?. S'like I was placed here to make people look better. Ahh, distracted by Robbie's You Know Me and him in his bunny suit. O.o. Anywaaay, I don't think I have a point in being here. I think about all those starving people with bamboo huts and no parents who deserve my life, and then go... why does such a selfish, psycho-whore like me have the life they deserve? Either life is a total bitch, or that person in the sky has Tarantino-humour. Birth, bitch, bereavement.


Gaa disco on Friday. Hell yeah, party up. *major sargasm*. Nothing better than stumbling in the dark, vodka and fake tan filling your nostrils and all the beautiful people tongue-orgying their way to popularity and prosperity. And then there are the wallflowers, like me, staring longingly at their 3-foot legs and their bright dyed hair. Funsiez like. School = suxxor. Too much homework. Faiil. I want to lay down and scream my lungs out in the middle of maths. Just lay there and yell out what I feel about the Junior Cert and our dastardly politicians, buying iPhone 3Gens with money straight out of the tax-payers pocket. While the rest of us struggle to pay our electricity bills. FUCK THIS FUCKING FUCK IRELAND GRR. I vote we all move to America. All in favour, say I.


Shout out to Dannysaurus Rex. Because he's online and I need people to talk to because sick days are fail but win at same time. Hayley Williams new blonditude makes her look like young Madonna, lookkkkk. Paramore in December. T'woo T'woo. She lives in a faaaiiiryyytaaalleee. So hyper and distracted. Like Tessa, Aka Meekakitty. Youtube her if you silly earthlings have not tubequainted yourselves with the almighty Meekster. This time of year is actually so beautiful; I look out the window and JD-moment how amazing nature is. The crisp leaves curling at the edges, the warm colours caressing eachother. It's times like this when I wish I wasn't idiotic enough to break my camera beyond repair. My dad suggested I use the family cybershot, but it's so not me. When I used to use my black camera with the Carl Zeiss retracting lens, it was like holding a small child that captured memories. Y'alls probably like EHM WTF. But to me this all makes sense. Inside my head. Oh gosh, I think I'm semi autistic.

I'mma go. Comment, bloghoes.
LUCY
xx

You've really made the gradeeee....

Ground Control To Major Tom....






Hello. Hello. HELLO.
Well, this is embarassing.
I was grounded, kay?
It's weird, for the whole time I was banned from the computer, I just felt like blogging. I guess my mind just hates me. Or Le Grande Kahuna. Wanna know what week it is? Friendship week. I heard that in the announcement during Maths and I just mumbled to myself: 'Oh the sweet, intoxicating irony.' That's why we are here... Some odd stage drama for a cynical bloke in the sky. 'I'll throw in 2 fights here, and hey presto, Civil War of friends.' Gr-reat.

Smile, goddamit, Lucy. I have decideeeed that I am not gonna let things get to me. So I'm going to ignore my problems. Or gain enough confidence to stand up and fight. I love this blog so much. It's unbelievable. It's like my birth child. When I stand back and admire this... work of monstrosity of some form.. I'm overwhelmed with pride and happiness at what I've written and how it got me out of depression (two blogs ago, before I had friends... basically, early last year) and the way it makes me feel (the way it maaaakes me feel, it really turnsss me onn). And having people read it and comment and follow makes me smile. Like wide grin that makes pieces of my inner-cheek catch on my braces. The smiles I keep for when I'm alone. Teehee.

I was reading Merissa's blog just there and she said she agreed with someone that blogs cause fights. I just felt like retaliating and supporting the blogging community because I absolutely disagree. A blog= a web log. A diary of some sort that one introduces to the worldwide web for entertainment or self purpose. A place to state your opinion. Blogs don't cause the fight; It's the people who don't want the truth who cause the fights. What? Do you player haters want us to lie just for your self esteem? Heaven knows that you probably have a hell of an ego as it is. Do we really have to fluff it? We have a right to state our opinions as human beings, just as you have a right to use that pointy white thing to move on up to the big red 'X' and click right out of this. To anyone who finks I'm a looner. YOU HAVE THE GODDAMN RED X RIGHT. If in doubt, click out. Remember RXR. Red X Right. It works on every blog on this server. (Y)



Pssh. Muvver is sha-houting. Apparently, when a sock is on the floor, I'm a bad person. Sigghhhh. House in le paper. It's as if as soon as we're losing the house, people ask more about it. Because that's what has been happening. AHA. We can bring the dog... That cheered me up. I'm worried for my mum. She's crying all the time. This house meant a lot to her.

COMMENT ME LITTLE CHICAS AND CHICOS AND SHIT. I'm working up this big topical blog. I know I've been a shitty blogger/writer/person lately. Stresssss. I guess. I'm kinda sick now too. :S


LUCY XOXO