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LUCYXOXO

Evil attack of the simply villainous cows.

This butter tastes fattening...

Look, a moose!

Lucy here, oh tiny readers of the lost arc/ark/awrc/awrk.
Sorry for not posting like... alllllll weekend.
I suck monkey butt. *sad monkey-butt-sucking face*

I had a preetttyyyy cool weekend,
some pain on the whole spinal side,
a very whorish night and a quite memorable trek down my uncle's field.

Let's start with Friday....
Ahh.. Well, the GAA disco is a social event that occurs one Friday each month when school is on. It's held at the G.A.A (Gaelic Athletics Association)... to you worldwildly beings, a sport centre or local hall! XD

Well the GAA is THE major disco thingymabob in the whooooole of where I live... it's like the shit. Basically, it's just a hall with wood flooring and large windows. For the disco, they hire a DJ, strobe lights, & close off half of the hall. It's like a little party grotto. Well, most people go to the GAA with their friends for a laugh. The fake tan's out and the hair is poker straight or softly curled, extensions, fake nails, fake eyelashes, high heels. It's just a Barbie parade. Tiny little dresses, or little puffy skirts or tutu's or low neck tops with teeny tiny underpants-shorts. The main focus of the GAA is the meeting. Meeting is not what you think it is.

Lucy's Glossary Definition of Meeting:
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Meeting is the incredibly not passionate, unromantic act of throwing your arms around a randomer's neck and playing footsie with your tongue in the guys mouth while he feels your ass.

There is a game played regularly at the GAA called 'Beat The Slapper' or 'Beat The Slut'. The aim of the game is to... ehhh...beat the slut! XD You can play in groups or one on one and the winner is the person who has met the most people. The loser... they have the unfortunate fate or doing a pre-chosen dare. Popular amongst guys, one of the dares is to shave off an eyebrow... the girls usually play in teams of two and the team with the least meets have to meet eachother. Which wouldn't be so bad if it were America, but here, any form of any lesbian activity is held over your head for life, like a raincloud of some twisted sort.

Well, Friday night, I was playing beat the slapper against a girl in my class called Aoife. Our bet? Slap Gareth's ass. Gareth is Aoife's ex... so I was totally determined to win because of that reason, and he's not my cup of tea. ROFLCOPTER.

The game started up when I was asked to meet someone near the start of the gaa. 1, nil to me. Then it grew bigger as the night went on, final scores at 14-3 to me. To be entirely honest, I did feel pretty whorish. But I had wwonnnnnnnn *EPIC SUCCESS*. She refused to do the dare though because earlier on the night, I dropped my morals and went for old fashioned sabotage as I unhooked her bra and pulled it to her elbows whilst she was mid-snog. I still felt good for winning though.

Then there was m'Saturdaaaaay:
Saturday was my birthday 'gathering'. I just bought tonnes of random crap like Skittles and Doritos and Ben and Jerry's Baked Alaska... and then I rented out The Reaping and the original Bring It On (Bring It On sequels all sucked because they didn't have Kirsten Dunst and Valerie from Sabrina The Teenage Witch). Emo/Emma came over first and we chilleeeed and talked about the attack on msn from two certain people who always attack me on msn after I fight with one of the certain people. XD So I thought nobody else was coming but then Shelly and Buttons came, then Mia, then Debbbyyyyy and we ordered a 20" pizza in which I totally attempted 2 slices unsuccessfully. Here comes the memorable part....

It was my idea to go down the field. I mean, it was a nice day, Debby bought me bath bombs, and where better than to throw bath bombs than in the River Liffey? So we trotted along, and made our way to the river bank. There and then, disaster struck. The cows and cattle had been in the field for about a week, untamed. They started approaching and that's when we noticed they weren't ordinary cows. Buttons ran towards them which scared them backwards momentarily but then they started gaining their strength again, marching forward triumphant, heavy, big, easily stronger than 6 puny teenagers. The only thing near the river bank to escape to was a large tree with quite a small trunk. Me and Emma clung to it for our lives, people were climbing, but me and Emma were nearly dangling above the thrashing brown water. The evil demon cow stomped to the formost protrusion of the trunk. I was sweating, terrified. I was squealing and I almost saw my life flash before my eyes... slight exaggeration. I phoned my dad quickly, he came running with... a stick. XD Safe, right? Wrong! As soon as he begins to leave, I brandish the stick and walk tall towards their evil cruel leader. He starts again and I drop my weapon, scuttling back behind Emma and Mia.

After that, we got back safe to my house and ate ice-cream and played with my hula hoop thingy. I'll possibly NEVER forget the courageous battle of the cows.

Sunday.... Grandpeeps came over... it pretty much sucked 'cus I was forced to go to my sister's camogie match and I didn't have enough time to study. The match was 2 hours standing and by the end my back was total absolute torture, like hell, only more painful. Nurofen is my true saviour, I digress.

Today, Monday.
Nearly Summer...
So close to Summer.
4 Days of exams,
that I haven't studied for.
Shit.

And Ms Ferry is leaving too.
She was our year head, and at the end of year service today, there was this big presentation for her. Sarah Burke sung Time Of Your Life by Green Day... which I was so excited about! XD She was such an awesome singer and then some girl played acoustic guitar along with it. And then second year composed a choir which sang 'The Climb'... the Miley Cyrus hit from the Hannah Montana movie.

She's retiring, not deciding whether she'll be a Rockstar or a Normal Person...
Sheeeesh talk about irrelevance.


Well,
Lucy Lu has gotta swallow some more nurofen and then go pretend to study.
(EG/ Read some Meg Cabot and cry in jealousy about how false love stories are)

LUCYXOXO

Ps/
Check out the pictures and commeeeent.

Quacck.

Why Hello There...
didn't hear you come in.!

:]
Welcome to all readers, new or old.
Especially new ones, because like, I need me some of those.

Aha ha well, I had a splendddiiid birthday.. kinda!
I gots me loaaads of stuff, including stuff you's will see pictures of on the site in a while, my lovelies!
I am totalllly in love with my new camera.
<3>

12.1 Megapixels

4x Optical zoomzooom

Amazzziinnnggg video quality

The ability to hold small music files for use in slideshows

Wrist straap XD

Pretty black colouring

And mucccchos more.

Well, I'll put my favourite pictures up now, gimme a secondé.


Let's see... the basis of my week.
Well, It's pretty much been dossarific lately because the summer tests are next week.
All the teachers told me that I should just do my best, remain in honours classes, make a fresh start in September, and I think that is waaaay more logical than my parent's plan of holding me back so I'd be in Laura's year. I durno why, that year just seems so different to the way we were last year. Crrreeeepy.

Uhhhm... Gaa Disco tomorrow night. I cannooooot wait.
I normally hate it because large groups of conforming idiots go but it's the last one of second year and I feel I'm obligated to go. I have this top my mom bought me from New York, it's gray and has roses and skulls and gems on it, like tattoosss and these leggings that I'm planning on rolling up so I look generally not modest 'Daddy's girl' type like Georgia... whoopsies that's two namedrops this blog.

Georgia is actually terribly angry at me for the moment, because I told everybody she liked Dave (N.D. number 3). In my defence, I clearly remember saying..:

'No, Georgia, Do Not Tell Me, I'm Not Trustworthy...'

So, it's only her fault that everybody now knows who her heart desires. Roflmao.

And Clara's been quite bitchy lately too... OMG 'nother namedrop. XD
And Mia and Me are angry at her. lolsss.
She's just mad catty and sarcastic increddddiblé bitterly, like that 90% cacoa Lindt.

Well, my head it killing me, so I'll love you and leave you....

Piccur Timeee.
Lucy
xOxO


(This is a post frommmm Thursday that I didn't bother posting)
(No pics on it, I'll put em up on a new posttt)

Smilee.

I just read Alex's blog... linkylinky
and it made me think about what it must feel like to be close to someone who has let themselves go.
I know a lot of people who do or used to self harm, some internet friends and some in real life.
One of my internet best friends told me this morning that they were broken up with last night and that their way of trying to feel better was that they slit. I was naturally upset and slightly angry, I mean, I'm quite close to them we talk about everything.

It must be seriously upsetting to know someone who smokes, drinks or uses narcotics. I know that most of my class drink frequently, especially before discos and on special occasions, like most people came in after St. Patrick's weekend hung over. But drugs is just... wow. I'm the same with underage sex. Especially unprotected under-age sex, or people giving head without thinking. I mean, a couple of days later, it's over! And you've just put the place they pee from into the place you eat? XD



Short Weekend-End post.
Talk ta yasss lateerrr.
Lucy xO

Don't Hold Your Breath.

Hi There, Oh Gracious Ones.
This will probably not be too long,
even thouh I do owe you guys because I haven't posted in a week.

Errmm... first, can I address the people who are clicking crapola...?

If you don't like it, why are you reading it? *squinty eyes*


Argh..
People gossip like little old ladies nowadays.
It's like 'Get Out Your Knitting Needles' war proclamation.
A girl killed herself again...
Well, that's what people are saying.
Sophie Kinsella, aged 12, supposedly committed suicide of late, strangling herself with her shower head in her shed... (?).
To set things straight, I was talking to her next door neighbour:
Sophie was dancing in the shower and the attachment fell out of the wall and landed on her,
crushing her throat and lungs, so she couldn't scream nor breathe.
That young girl had no intentions of death, she was kidding around, which was a point
that I tried to make in a certain MSN conference conversation a few days ago.
Still, may she rest in peace.

That must be the 6th minor to die recently. Yikes.
I feel so sorry for their families, even though they possibly could've been part of the problem.
May all of the girls who died (yes, they were all girls) rest in peace.

Birthday on Tuesday, Tuesday the 19th.
Possibly our school sports day, mom's coming back from New York and ice-cream day in school also. Why am I not happy? Because this is going to be the worse birthday so far. I can feel it in my waters. I still miss Sabrina. And Fiona. But the others, not as much.

To say I'm okay, a great lie.
But I'll live. It's not about the losing friends thing, though.
It's just the general... the general whaddyamacallit.
You know what I mean.

I guess I'm just lonely.
My sister is too busy with her friends coming over and shit.
My mom and dad are always working.
My old friends totally hate me.
Emma and Mia are getting sick of me and I don't fit in with their little group.
I'm just not wanted,
and I should've realized that before it was too fucking late.

Urggghhhh I'm such a fucking loser.
I need to shut my mouth!
I need to learn to do things right!
I MESS EVERYTHING UP!

Sorry, random furious outburst of tears. Literal tears. They stained my glasses. XD

Ohh... new Green Day album, 21st Century Breakdown, sooo didn't live up to expectations. It's good but like, it's not different? It was like American Idiot with some Hawthorne Height-esque undertones. Like... I dunno. I still love Green Day no matter any'twun elses opinions. :]

Blood tests results back soon... only remembered now.
Hopefully not diabetes, please FSM no.
Even though stupid Lucy pretty much deserves diabetes.

Also, Romeo And Juliet has got to be the most unrealistic, piece of shit of a script ever written. I mean, summary time:

• Romeo 'loves' Rosaline
• Then he goes to the Capulet ball
• Sees Juliet
• Falls for her like a fly in a coffee cup
• Stands behind her and touches her hand (?)
• They have a couple of snogs
• Then after the ball, he sneaks into her garden
• Stands outside her effing balcony
• Listens to her saying she would like to fuck him
  
• And then the next day they get MARRIED
• Then he kills her cousin
• He gets banished
• Then she's supposed to marry Paris
• So she fakes her death
  
• He thinks she is really dead
• So he kills Paris
• Then he kills himself
• She wakes up and finds Romeo dead
• She then puts a dagger through herself
• She dies.
• The fucking end?

She has known the fellar for three or four days by the end when they're both dead.
The Heeee-larity.

Well,
I'm going to go spend my day alone...as always.
Lucy.
xOxO


To see the new Women's Aid banned commercial with Keira Knightly,
Click Here.
It proves a point well.

Anchor, come and drag me down, before I take the dive...

NOT MY WEEK; JUST MY THOUGHTS.



Four Pm;
Done nothing all day, as always.
Took me a while to realize I don't do anything...
All weekend, every weekend.

It's kinda sad to notice that you're a fourteen year old recluse,
or even just somewhat of one.

From the mistakes I made in less than a year,
I put my trust in under 15 people, all of which dropped me like gone off milk.
Hate to namedrop, but I do miss Sabrina most.
Jesus, to them I must sound like a stalker,
It just felt like Sabrina was the only person who truly understood me,
She was the person that could, if anything, save me from myself.
Fiona, she was there for the laughs and the good times, for last Summer,
and the remainder of the year, until she found people who better suited.

I'm going to sound incredibly cynical for this blog post,
or maybe just this section of it...

Trust nobody. Love nobody. Hate nobody.

In all fairness, that's not my only opinion on those three topics.
I guess you could call me philosophical.
In the sense that... oh I don't know, so never mind.

But I also think that we should live.
Just keep the past in the past, and embrace everything...
As I've said before.
It's not nice to be hated, or just deeply disliked,
or even to be just found insanely, incredibly annoying.

I remember last Summer, I spent almost every day with Fiona,
She was my best friend, my bosom buddy, the private joke list could go on for pages.
One day, we went shopping.
We were sitting in Starbucks, drinking coffee (as you do in coffee shops);
And then I pose the question...
Would you miss me if I died?
And she replies...
Of course I would!
Even back then, when I wasn't quite so moany, I was thinking of suicide.
But last night, when I was failing to sleep, staring at the ceiling, I began to wonder if she would answer that same question the way she answered it last time. Of course she wouldn't.
Comes to show how things change;
Especially within the teenage cliques of the present.
Monotonously bitchy.
Predictable in the sense that you know that life will screw you.

My parents are worried for me. Not just physically, like being sick and stuff.
But mentally.
They don't think it's right that I'm so darkly humourous, always the cynic.
Never the whimsical.
And they find it odd that I never go outside.
I don't really want to.
Indoors, on my laptop, blogging, writing poetry, updating my social networking accounts, I can't get hurt.
Outside, in the wide, cruel, frost-bitten world, I WILL get hurt.
It's society nowadays; You're either beautiful and talented and nice. Or beautiful, talented and cold-hearted. Or you're not as gorgeous but more powerful so you knock others down to make yourself feel better. Or you're me... (roflmao).
Believe it or not,
Everybody's insecure.
Everybody despises more than one thing about themselves even if they don't show it.
It's the circle of life, in a twisted little way.
The big dogs are confident, spectacular, but inclusively self conscious, they often have more faults in themselves than people can see. Then it lessens as you go down the social staircase.
But all in all, the big dogs aren't supposed to be self-conscious... at least in the eyes of the small dogs.

Slightly off topic, but a song title by I Set My Friends On Fire states that:
Beauty is in the Eye of the Beerholder.

Just a comic note on top of all my random, unintelligible whining.
I like that song.
It's clever.

I've ran out of things to say. Writer's block. Or Blogger's block. Or just literately constipated.

Word To Your Mother... Lucy....


Sidenotes... or end notes...

1. I've started wanting myself dead for my personal amusement, not for others safety.
2. Go watch Yes Man, that opened my eyes to a lot of things.
3. Smile at everyone who walks past today, even if they're your mortal enemy.
4. :] .... spread the rawrs.
   

One Song About A Girl, Can't Breathe When I'm Around Her...

LIES, LIES, LIES.....






Hi There, oh gracious readers of Casa Del Lucy.
Me voici.
Ha ha, a-oui oui.

I've been pretty good, thanks for asking. Still losing hair from the stress, which is slightly odd for a 14 year old to be saying, but in all honesty, I don't understand it either. Psycological reasons for hair loss include big change in lifestyle, deaths, births etc. I guess you could consider losing trust and respect for over 5 people in the space of a week a big change, but even then, it's not hair loss worthy. I'll be bald like my father in no time.

Time for Lucy's Bank Holiday Special Summary Sector:

-Saturday: Ehh did hardly anything, played Mario Kart, ate, laptopped, slept.

-Sunday: Ahhhh... where should I start? So, it was a family day, we were supposed to go up north to my grandparents but my granddad fell ill (hopefully he'll get well soon, he has had two strokes in the past 12 months) so we went to TGI Friday's, I got my amazing Jack Daniel's special shrimp... mmm goooddd. And then we all went to see Coraline, which I thought was the new Burton, but Kate nicely pointed out that it's actually directed by Selick. Decieving animation XD. Great movie. It's about this little girl who got bored and went searching her house for things to do. She finds a door that's plastered over and goes inside at bedtime. It leads her to another world where everything's the same as the real world, except ten times better. Her other-wordly mom cooks amazing and the dad plays piano and plants and stuff. Turns out the only way Coraline can stay in the better world forever is if she allows her other-parents to sew buttons into her eyes. I won't ruin it, but go see it, it rocks.

-Monday: Ahhh I went to see Hannah Montana and search for jeans with some peeps. Fun fun, Hannah Montana wasn't that crappy, but got no jeans at all. XD Went home, finished homework, ate.


That brings me up to today. Schooool. Sigh. Well, in double science, I apologized (through note, I may add) to Zoe. But it was unsuccessful as far as I know. I didn't even go into detail it was like:
i'm sorry for EVERYTHING...
And in my crappy writing, its certainly not so swell. At least I tried. In all fairness, I'm not that bad a person. Except for being bitchy, benign, annoying, weird....

Summer tests in 3 weeks. I'm screwed, ahhh. I can't study, everything just simmers on my eyes, evaporates in my brain. It's like PHTSSSHWSSSHPTOAWAHOWAHPsssshhhfizzlefizzlegoodbyenewknowledge. Birthday in 2 weeks. 19th Of MAy. School sports day next Wednesday, I can't participate at all because of my damn back. I wish Debbie still went St. Wolstans. I miss her so much. Stupid Leixlip stole my friend. DAMN YOU TO HELL, LIFE. Ba ha. As you can guess, I'm slightly hyper and not to sad cus it's Tuesday and not Monday.

XD


Well, guys, I'll leave it at that.
Filler posts during the week, probs.
LUCY
XOXO




Ahhh.... La Grande Musique:
1) About A Girl- The Academy Is...
2) Poison Sumac Body Wrap- Attack Attack!
3) Don't Leave Me- All American Rejects
4) Poker Face- Aleksey Vanin


Also, new bannerrr.
Comment please, my honeybunches.

Oh yeah and the bitchy people who are clicking crap on the ratings for PAST posts are kinda retarded.

Favourite Current Disney Song Of The Year xD

Hey There Guyyysss.
Lucy's on the scene, again.
Trying to post more, so this isn't a real post,
this is a video post. It's for a song by....

Demi Lovato.
Mmmmmbarrassing, right?
Well, this has crazy true lyrics.
She doesn't seem to be as automatically generic
as those other Disney Stars.
Apart from the Paramore-esque album cover.
XD

Enjoy, mon petits chers es ma petites cheries.
:]
Lucy
XO.

'I am confident, but I still have my moments,
Baby, that's just me....'

Je T'aime Le Fleur :D

Thought this was lovely. Jason, a guy I talk to on MSN, sent it to me. Talented chap, that Jason :D.

Hope it brightens your day like it did mine.

LucyXo.

C'mon Holly, would you turn me on? -All Time Low

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna touch you, you wanna touch me too?

Lucy back.

Sorry about the delay AGAIN.
Been busy doing nothing and my mom wouldn't give me my laptop because she thinks it's making me antisocial. I mean c'monn..... *hides in corner and avoids glances from others* XD.

Ahh, nothing good becomes of loners. True that, and word to yo' motha'.
I'm so bored. And pretty upset. Everything changes so damn fast. Before you blink, you've lost all of your friends, made hundreds of enemies, and you can trust nobody. Never trust anybody, that's a word from the wise. Around every corner is betrayal, every fourth corner lies despair. It's fact. Checcckkkk. Enjoyyyy yourself. Be nice and smile as much as you possibly can, make friends out of dust bunnies, smell the Starbucks and spread joy because you have no idea when the stuff in your past will come up and knock you in the back of your knees, sending you spiralling backwards into Alice's rabbit hole! Live everyday like it's your last! I'm only 14, but I know this and I don't know how right now.

My cousin was 3 years old when she was diagnosed with cancer of the kidney. She wasn't terminal, but they hadn't caught her early. After about a year of chemo, she wasn't developing speech, or bonds or anything like the other kids, and she wasn't getting better. The doctors were beginning to give up on her. My aunt was distraught, and her other 5 year old daughter didn't understand any of it. The only one of her family that wasn't phased by the cancer was her. Sinéad. The 3 year old girl! She kept on smiling, everyday. The one time in my life I saw my own father cry was by this little girl's bedside.

Mind you, she's still alive. By the skin of her teeth, that little one made a stunning recovery. She has some minor mental problems, some kidney problems also, but otherwise, she's in good health. I'm astounded at how well she coped. My life doesn't suck much, but I complain like Paris Hilton in the arctic. I'm not sure if you guys have ever got the chain email about the girl with terminal cancer who wrote a poem, but it's amazing. It's all about how time should be respected, how you should savour every moment, that it all passes by so quickly and then it vanishes before your eyes. It made me cry. But then again, Finding Nemo made me cry.

Hannah Montana movie is out today. I kinda wanna see it. Don't get me wrong, I hate Miley Cyrus. But the dude in it is hot. :D I just need to find someone who is willing to come and see it with me, it's not going to be so easy considering my only remaining acquaintances are anti-miley/anti-hannah/anti-disney. There's a bank holiday on Monday, perhaps I'll go then on zee bus, alone. All by my lonesome. All by my-seeehhh-ee-elf.


Lately, I'm been losing lots of hair, poor appetite, and lack of sleep. I'm worried for myself now. I'll be all bald like my father.... Ewwwh I look like him enough as it is, Fank You Very Macchhh. I need to grow taller. 5'3 isn't very tall, in the slightest. I wanna be ginormoussss like 7 foot or Sophie Dahl sized so I can be a suicide model or just a normal one, because they don't even bother looking for stunners anymore, you just have to be underweight and tall. I guess with the rate I'm going, in 8 months, I could be underweight. I was underweight for a while in January, but that was because of the taste bud-altering morphine and the hospital food. XD



Well, sad Lucy is going to go now and explore Stardoll because it sucks diddly being all alone on Friday night after being insulted. XD


BYYYEEEE.
Lucy
XO

PS. Go listen to Swing Swing by AAR.
Also, realize in the second paragraph the bold words make a sentence and the first letters of each word in that paragraph spell the word 'lemon'.

Falling to pieces, every second it, the failure increases...

'You're So Cute When You're Slurring Your Speech, But They're Closing The Bar And They Want Us To Leave...'

Hey There, O faithful readers.
Where shall I start? The fact that I'm sick and lost the best friend I ever really had?
Or the fact that I'm re-reading the Da Vinci Code?



The reason I get so depressed is because I build bridges that seem safe and secure, like concrete and reinforced steel, but then I go and burn them all. I'm that kind of person who sits back and watches everything turn to hideous, spontaneous rubble. Nero and his fiddle, you could say. I'm such a damn fuck-up, it's not even funny. And the crazy, horrible thing is: I can't help it. It's Lucy's nature to mess up things constantly, even what other people got going for them. Nobody understands why though, I don't either. It's just an instinct to search and destroy whatever makes me happy; friendships, relationships, everything. And now Sabrina appears to have seen the light and realized what everyone else realized: I'm not worth it. I'm selfish, ignorant, infantile, apathetic to others situations. I'm a liar, a cheater, a beggar, a pleader. I'm everything that everybody hates all wrapped into a stupid blonde package. I'm neurotic and have huge, annoying self-esteem issues. And the list goes on. Just ask the people that used to associate with me. They have longer lists.


On a slightly happier note, I'm making more friends on Stardoll. Yes, I realize it's a kid's site for around the age of 8 but there are some really awesome teenagers on there and gay guys that are awesome to talk to and loaaaaads of other people that are nicer than any real person. The whole interwebs is like that. Why is it that people are usually nicer online? They can't confront you, or embarass you or anything. The most you get are stalkers or hackers. They can't tell you that their group is perfect without you (That's a reference from Keeva's blog. I read the post because I saw my name. I then laughed my ass off). If I could choose one fictional place to hang my hat, I'd most certainly choose the web. Frolicking around, dressing up celebrities, saying whatever I want wherever I want, jumping about on the font of my blog, smashing pop-ups. It'd be a hell of a lot easier than this asshole we call life. It's like a bloody rollercoaster. Up and down and up and down and up and down and then down, down, down. Pummeling into a blackhole of a coffin, where we don't get a second chance. Another typical angsty emotional teen moment.


I'm fuelled totally by hormones all the time though. I'm an almost fourteen year old girl, I think I carry the right. In all honesty. xD


Welllllllllllll, I'm still running though, getting on with everything. Music is what's keeping me going constantly. Like Death Cab For Cutie, NeverShoutNever and Paramore. Their music is just inspirational to me. DCFC has more blunt lyrics, they just get to the point, they're normally everyday scenarios too. NeverShoutNever, optimistic lyrics, easy to decipher, the type of song that makes you smile even if your cat died or your mom miscarried, get what I'm saying? And Paramore are the lyrics with deep meaning, spiritually, emotionally, the lyrics just tread on the important topics in society, they tip-toe on suicide and self-harm and revenge and love and everything that runs through my mind. Don't get me wrong, I like a lot of music. But these are the bands that keep my mind affixed on the present and not the past nor the future.




And BTW,
......

YOU JUST GOT TAGGED. I want all of you precious reader's to go make a post called 'Lucy Tagged Me...PWNED' or something along those lines. Copy and paste and answer 'em all. :D

1. What is the rudest thing you've ever said to someone?
2. What's your opinion on Opus Dei?
3. What's your official guilty pleasure?
4. Have you ever been tagged before?
5. Write a funny story about a pet/brother/sister.

XD

Comment if you is accepting the tag. It's just like the playground game.


And oh yeah, you guys heard about the Swine Flu? If we were in serious danger, Brian Cowen would save us. Just kiddin'. Barack Obama would save us, because he is the official worldwide homey sent by Flying Spaghetti Monster, even though I doubt he's a pastafarian. Any fellow FSM believer is probably posing the almighty question now that the epidemic is spreading quickly: WWFSMD? For all you ones who have not yet been touched by his inspiring, incredible noodly appendages, WWFSMD stands for What Would Flying Spaghetti Monster Do. It's like a pretty little catchphrase.




Links of the day:

• Stardoll- My home town, thanks
• Myspace- Lucy Edition XD
• Fall Out Boy- Yayyyy.

Oh Yeah, And I heard the WHOLEEEE of a Sex Ed whilst waiting in reception to be collected because I was sick and stuff. Lovely. They didn't know which area babies exited the womb from. Hope that gave you a giggle. The average 14 year old does not know that babies come out of your vagina. xD


Lucy Loves You All XOXO

Sex, Drugs and Granola Bars. :P xD

Ooohh. Well, sorry for not posting for almost a WEEK.
I'm a bad person, shameful of me. I want to be like blog royalty or sumfink but that's not gonna work out if I fail to be faithful. Well, nothing amazingly eventful has happened really, you guys wouldn't be amused by my week, so I don't have too much to say this time.

I've been twittering more, tweeting is a helluva lotta fun. It's like addictive and slightly pointless. I mean my last few updates were about nail polish, Disney Channel and hearing. But its fun etc. I can't blogcentrate whilst listening to NeverShoutNever. Christofer Drewwwww now ruins my blog. Unfair, why does he have to be so.... amazing?! I mean he's so much better than Zac Efron or Joe Jonas. Yuummmm Chrissy.

Well, I had an awful lot of homework to do this week. And I did it all, I think it's the new friends, they're such a great example. I got an A2 in my English project, but apparently it had an open ending. That sounds like a gay sex joke. xD

Ehmm....I feel happier too, I think its because I shed the old friends. They were downeerrrrsss now it's like PEACE LOVE AND ROCK'N'ROLL. I've beeen crazy hyper and rather horny later. I'll put it down to caffeine and loneliness....xD

WOah well I'm so bored and nothing interesting happens at AALLLL.
Welll, Lucy loves you, and she made a new banner, and new piccaaa because I look less gothic. XD

Lucy XOO

Sites To Check:

1. Fmylife - Laugh at others misfortune
2. PoopReport - Funny stories about your bodily functions
3. Lucy's Twitter - LOVE YOU ALLLLLL
   

Ehh. Suck it like a polaroid picture?

Epic fail you guys. 

I keep forgetting to post. Shock horror. Well, my laptop keeps being hidden because my parents blame it for anything I do. It really is my life support machine like.... tzz...tzzz. Those were life support machine noises, btw.

Ehm, lemme see. Saturday run down: T'was highly sunny, nothing to do for start of day because I'm lazy but Shelly and Buttons came down in the eveninnggg. We just chilled.. and for once I wasn't incredilonely. Sunday run down: Felt nauseated, pounding headache, really realllllyyy bad back pain, like trained ninjas slicing through my spinal nervous system. Like yowwwch. 

It was like that today also, the back thing that is. I was like in class and my back was k-k-k-killing me. And TMI ALERT: Aunt Flo came to visit. I mean, gawd she waits three months and then I don't expect it and I kept checking for patches on my skirt. She freakin' leaked everywhere, ruined my day, as if it weren't bad enough. xD 

Mia (girl in my class, really nice :]) dyed her hair black and it looks gorgeous on her, it really suits her. Out of all the people who really dark hair suits, she is the best. She looked like Snow White! I was likee whooooaaa awesome. xD

Ehhhmmm. I'm actually pretty stressed out lately. There are actually a ton of projects and tests coming up and I need to catch up on some of the work I missed during the operation. Yes, I know I've had four months, but hello? It's eleven classes multiplied by like a month= A lot of effort which Lucy doesn't like. Lucy hates effort. Third Person is more Lucy's thing. *eyebrow-raise*.

Ohh new obsession. Christofer Drew. I would totally stalk that boy. Yum yum. His hair is megarad and he's talented and...mmmmm. That's Lucy's amazingly detailed, articulate and well thought out description. 

Things are beginning to look up. I'm a lot more chilled out about everything; like my appearance, homework, getting in trouble, physiotherapy. It's all falling in to place like a magical jigsaw puzzle that takes no effort. 

Everybody still hates me. xD I bought Zoe a new pen to make up for the one I lost when we were still friends and she refused to take it and I told Fiona I felt sorry about the break up and she just said 'okay'. This was both in notes btw, during English. I only write notes in English and ehm CSPE. Duh.

My easter holidays overall was filled with revelations:

• ALWAYS be yourself, even if yourself is a no-good drama queen with low self-esteem who is superbitch incarnate.
• Ignore the cruel taunts that other beings throw at you. If you try and strike back, you're just as bad. If you've already struck back, then leave it at that, because if they really were worth your time, you'd be trying to get them back.
• Being lonely is temporary, everything changes within the course of a week. Especially when you're just a teennaaaaage dirtbag, baby, come with me Fridaayy.... you get ma' drift. 
• Stop and smell the coffee beans, try and grow up too fast or act too mature, and before you know it you're 6 feet under the ground in a large wooden box. 

Thanks for reading my peeps, 

Lucy will be back with more insane rants of Lucyosity tomorrow, dears.

Ps. Yess, I do read way too many teen novels hence the whole skeptic side of my blog.

Lucy

XoXo

Musings of a Drama-Skank.

Ahh apologies for the whole ignorance of blog for daaaays.
Well, not muchos has happened. So psyeahh there wasn't much of a point. I could tell you why I was on the verge of suicide last week. But I won't.

'I will break into your thoughts, with what's written on my heart.' I'm So Sick- Flyleaf

Ehmm, overall my Easter Holidays ain't half bad except for the whole 'being a loner thing' which I can live with, as long as I have my sketchpad/A4 refill pad and my eyeliner. The beauty of being alone is that you can think whatever you like. Nobody can stop you to say you're a bitch or that you're ugly, or that you bitch and moan too much. It's just you and yourself and your brain, and nothing can stop you. Occasionally I like to spend days with cups of tea on the sofa in my fluffy pyjamas, watching Scrubs and Friends and Two And A Half Men, and then just pondering in my brain. I mean, the thoughts about if anyone would miss me if I spontaneously disappeared, in which I came to the conclusion of no probably not. I mean, I am a potato. I sit. I am not good for anything. Bar cooking and eating. xD MMmmm. Steak and Boiled Lucy. :]

Nothing great has happened to me.
So I'll leave you with some interesting thoughts to pass the time.
Random musings.

Love You
Lucy XOXO


Life isn't worth any of the pain and stress, is it? I mean, in the core of it all. It's pointless. We live 50, 60, 70, 80 years, and that's only the lucky ones, just to sink 6 feet underground where everyone will eventually forget us. Unless you bother trying to change the world, you might as well be an earthworm.

I think even if life is pointless, we should all aspire to be mayflies. They have approximately one day of life and they live it like queens/kings. Fuck the system, just be who you want. If other's reject, then let it be. If other's linger on the rejection, then they clearly are just sad cases who feed off others misery.

Fact.

'And I can't make it on my own, because my heart is in Ohio...'

Hello There. :)
To start off, I'mmmm a little bit empty at the moment. Emotion wise. You know that fuzzy feeling in the bottom of your stomach that you get when you've done something wrong and known that you're going to get caught? For some reason I have that feeling, and there's nothing wrong, relatively. XD But It's not a very pleasant feeling and I want it to go away.... I think it's severe loneliness. Even though I just got home from being with Sabrina and Dave and Ducky. I just feel left out now. Which is odd, because I do have friends just a vaaaair select few.

All in all, I had a great day. I mean, I went Sabrina's and then Ducky and Tom were there (I kept thinking Tom's name was Ben though, I don't know why? XD) and we went to Crodaun and called for Kate, who me and Sabrina haven't talked to for....2 years. Ah ha we were bored. She was JUST leaving for her holidays, I mean her sister was literally in the car. Me and Sabrina have impeccable timing, I mean, it just can't be pecked. xD

Ahhh. Now I don't feel like posting because the feeling in the pit of my stomach is growing fast and I have no idea why. Please note I also didn't change any of the font in this like italics, bolds, etc.
Because I don't have time to bother because of the 'pit feeling'.

Melancholy Lucy Signing Off.

Step Back From That Ledge My Friend

Lately, I haven't been as happy as I'm acting.

And I don't know why. And it's a horrible feeling. No matter how much you say, you people will never understand, and it's not that clichéd emo line, it's not the whole angsty teenage thing, it's just you WON'T understand and the only person who even comes close to understanding is Sabrina Gavin.

And I would like to thank her so much for always being there for me, for never dropping me like the others. I want to thank her for understanding me, for sticking by my side, for being that little fairy godmother that people always want but never have. She's just the only person I can trust, especially recently, and it's only because she bothers and I've known her for so long.

I think I dedicate this post to her. Just for the sake of it.

:]

Well, yesterday wasn't too crapola in all honesty. Sabrina and Dave (who smelt like gay man xD) came over and Dave fixed my guitar and then there was all this hilarity involving two other peeps and phones and msn. We basically just talked and laughed and looked at mattg on Youtube (MattG is awesome. He fixes holes with toothpaste). And then we went down the field and took pictures of Not Dave which is this giant private joke thingy that turned into a bebo group:

www.bebo.com/churchofnotdave
Join if you have bebo, thanks.

Ahh I would also like to rant about people's business. It is there own, and if you think somebody is acting like an attention rake and trying to impress people and being a general whore, keep it to yourself. Even if the whore is embarassing herself. She doesn't think she looks that way, she doesn't try to look that way, therefore, she doesn't give a shit. And if you don't want someone in your own business, just tell them to fuck off and get a life.


Well. I'm too lazy to do much else.
Byee guys.
Lucy
xoxo


List Of Earcandy Of The Moment:
- 1) Jumper by Third Eye Blind
Yeah it's from the nineties, It was sung by Jim Carrey In Yes Man, but you
can't beat the original...
-2) Ohio is for lovers by Hawthorne Heights
This song is just so... deep in a shallow way. I dunno, just listen to it and decipher
it for yourself.
-3) Curse Of Curves by Cute Is What We Aim For
More optimistic. Great song... makes me smile everytime. :]

Singuh-leeee. :]

This is Lucy

<= Yes, she looks like a loonatic *also sounds like one because of third person voice*. But Lucy is herself. And it looks like it's snowing in the window but it's not, trust me, it's just sunny. :]

Also, I'm not a beautiful fucker like the others but like I care?



"I don't care what you think, as long as it's about me, the best of us can find happiness in misery." -Fall Out Boy

"She does her own thing, that's why I love her' - Neyo


Hello there, earthlings.
This is another new improved Lucy. :]
People who followed my old blog (otherwise known as 'It that cannot be named') know that I change myself A LOT. This time, I'm changing and staying this way. Last time, I changed to keep my friends, even though it didn't work, I still wasn't Lucy. I totally hated being told that if I wanted someone to hang around with, I'd have to act differently. So now, I'm taking a stand and I've decided that I'm being myself. Lucy: The weird one, who isn't conforming, who doesn't give a shit if you think she's ugly, or stupid, or weird. I'm going to STAY myself. Also, I don't need a man to make me happy! I can be single and independant and totally my own, because I'm strong, I'm a fighter, a superbitch... both Christina Aguilera songs. XD


And I'm posting more pictures to the blog too to show how I feel and stuff, same about videos etc. And links. This is my safe haven, my temple. My blog is my home! So come on in, put your feet up and I'll plug the kettle in and we'll chat about every single thing happening in my life!

...
So, I was MSNing 'somebody' yesterday and they said I acted like a desperate whore on Saturday, trying to impress another 'someone'. No offence, but I really don't try anymore? What makes you guys think you're worth my time? If I was acting like a whore, I am a whore. End of. And maybe you should of thought all these things through before I started trusting you and believing in you and everything. If you thought I was craving 'someone's attention, maybe you should've said it to my face, instead of over a social networking application. Shows how brave you are.

Ahh brief summary of yesterday: Went to minder's (my parents trust me sooo much, right?) and then I sat texting seeing if anyone wanted to come outside, eg. Merissa and Fiona. Nahh they weren't up for it etc. So then me and Sabrina decided to meet up in the village and have a coffee and laugh at the new red-neck clothing store in the town. After that, we went back and decided to call for Fiona and guess who was there...? Merissa. Hmm. So nice of her. We asked if they were coming outside, but they said they were going for a shower.... together (experimentation?). They were all like: OH yeaaah, you guys go spar and we'll be ready when you get back. [Let me just mention this was ALL very hostile, we we're standing at the doorstep and they were in the porch.] Off we went to Spar to buy skittles, we messed around for 25 minutes, then we went back to Fiona's house and it was slightly clear we weren't wanted. I mean, it was totally shuttered, the doors were all closed, the blinds closed. When we rang the doorbell TWICE, no reply either time. We felt so dejected. Maybe it wasn't intentional, maybe they were just showering in privacy. But it sure felt a bit cruel. Me and Sabrina set off for the playground and then I was too cold so I wandered around St. Raphael's and Sabrina went home and then it started effing raining, I was sitting on a wall kind of crying, looking back on what I'd made of my 13 year life and listening to Monsoon by Tokio Hotel on my phone. Nice day.

So I trekked back to minder's whilst my feet made these horribly audible squelching noises of wet cotton and leather. I felt like a wet dog. I looked like one, I smelt like one and I sure as hell acted like one.

Imagine my sister and her two friends surprise when a small blonde girl dressed in a MCR tshirt, black hoodie, too-tight faded skinny jeans with eyeliner streaked down her face came inside and shook off all over the sofa. Mhhmmm.



Ahh Michael Buckley.
Now HE is the only man I need to live life.
Thanks be to muffin that we have What The Buck.


Well, comment, bitches.
Lucy loves you
xoxo

Shock horror.

Readers.
Shock Horror.
I feel beautiful today.
:D

This is a big deal. I never feel beautiful, ever, ever, EVER. So this is a huge step. I'm gaining confidence without trying too much. I also learned how to straighten my hair properly, that probably adds to the whole beautiful thing.

Laura and Fiona's party was awessommeee. I got so hyper on Rockstar. I was sliding down the back of her couch for funsies and I couldn't get out, but I kept doing it because it was so much fun. XD *sigh* Those are the good times when you're so hyper you hardly understand the whole fact of pain and learning. I kept complaining though. Something I REAAAALLY need to work on. Totally.

Hmmm... There really is no other news to be frank. I'm just lonely. I'm trying to be a whore, but none of the good guys are into me and my tiny blonde capacity. xD If only I were 5'8, anorexic, with black hair and huge tits. Ahh, a girl can dream.

I need to make a to do list.
Here We Go.

1. Gain Self Confidence
2. Stop complaining
3. Get tickets to a gig I wanna see
4. Save up for the Paramore/Green Day/Tokio Hotel Album
5. Learn to play my damn guitar
6. Catch up in Business Homework
7. Make more male friends
8. Get myself a nice trustworthy boyfriend
9. Listen to my Tarot readings and obey
10. Tarot Reading: Do not trust under 18 year olds with light brown hair and blue eyes.
11. Yup.
    

Well. I'll write back later.
Lucy
xoxo

The beauty of seratonin and free classes.

Why hello there, ladies and gentlemen of teh interwebs.
Stay tuned for the following collections of swizzy blognosity.
(Oh yes, I did tweak the intro of a Gwen Stefani song. Umm Hmm, I went there.)

Well, I'm in a relatively better mood than yesterday and I apologise for my emo-angst outburst. XD. So today, I'm making up for my downfall with a happy-hyper-sunshine induced post. That's right folks.... WE FINALLY HAVE SOME SUN IN IRELAND. This never happens. Okii, maybe once every multi-coloured moon. But when we do have sun, it's a freaking celebration. Everyone is all happy and delightful and giddy and buzzing with the joy of brightness and warmth and Summer glow. Even the teachers were happy today, our Irish tests were postponed and none of the teachers gave out notes, Ms. Moore didn't, even when Sophie Pearse proclaimed loudly that she wanted to be a stripper and started molesting the Home Ec. mannequin (quite a disturbing home ec.). Yippeee. I'm totally ecstatic now. Hyper as a Heifer on Heroin. *twitch* LOL.

And we're having chicken for dinner. Which is the only boo hoo moment. I hate chicken, and we've been eating an awful lot of it lately. I think it's the only secret cut back my parents are making in this recession; Switching our yummy beef to damn fucking chicken. XD I feel like spare ribs today though. MMMmmm... Meaty. I have been thinking of going vegegegetarian lately though, to me, it's morally wrong to massacre and eat something with a face and family and heart. Scientists have no clue to whether animals have feelings so they give us the go ahead to kill them anyway. I stopped eating lamb months ago because of my conscience anyway. Especially since my uncle owns a farm with loads of tiny, bounding, fluffy white lambs. The kind you see on advertisements. I only clicked the pieces together of where they all disappear to in Summer. Thats how blonde I am.

'You were a sellout but you couldn't even do that well...'
Brings me to the point of failures. I'm one. But I want to overcome it. I want to become an animal rights activist against furs, kentucky fried cruelty, mistreating of innocent animals of all shapes and sizes. I was doodling around on the Peta website 'til I found a link to a site called Kentucky Fried Cruelty. So, there was I, clicky clicky and then I watched this video with Pamela Anderson talking about KFC and how they treat their animals.
Get this:

• They feed chickens to points where they can't walk.
• They slit their throats and many animals are still alive after this.
• They are then plunged into boiling water to ensure death.

Would you enjoy that? Fed until your legs don't function. Put in horrible pain, half-dead. And then plunged into a vat of burning, hissing water. Oh, and not to mention that this would happen to all your family and friends also?

KFC have been getting away with this for years.
Half way through this post I found this.
The Real Facts.

Shocking.
I'm gobsmacked.
That brings and end to this post.
I might write later.

Ah sure, we'll see.
Lucy
xoxo

Not a real post, just me angry at life.

Ever get that feeling when you're amongst the people losing respect for you? I don't know. I just haven't been so happy-shiney Lucy lately. And I'm not too sure why but it has to do with a couple of things. Stupid things, that anyone else would laugh at. I don't know why I hate myself, but I do. The internet is my safe haven, my happy-passage. I can do whatever I want, make friends who won't judge me. I can post pictures without caring if I look ugly. Real life is so different. People are always yelling at me, always angry at me, people feel the need to diss me randomly, they feel the need to pick at me. Real life, I never end up happy, I can't tell people straight out how I feel, I can't click a button and block them from talking to me. In real life, I can't avoid that unedited reflection that makes me cry so hard when I realized who I've become, internally and externally. On the net, photobucket creates the person I want to be.

I want to live in the internet. People can't see the scars, people don't empathise nor sympathise for any good reason, people are blind to your appearance. Everything would be so much easier if there were a Google Town and Yahoo Village and Myspace District.

These are desperate attempts to become who I used to be, by living each day. I try so hard to act normal, to be like any single one of my friends, my peers, my family. But I fall short everytime, leave people disappointed, leave people angry, leave people infuriated by my self-consciousness and complaining.

If I could be someone else, I would.

Lucy
xoxo