Slower, slower...

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry...





If you are reading this, I officially love you.
Herrow, my blog followers. As I type this, my soundtrack is Broken by Beautiful Letdown, which is a great song that I scored for free from Windows when I surfed Brokencyde's myspace page that had a link to free legal mp3's. It was a good idea, because I downloaded like, 20 songs all by different bands. And I really want to buy the albums now. From iTunes. I haven't pirated in my entire life, nuh uh... *shifty expression*. In reality, music normally distracts me just a little bit from writing posts but my sister's breathing like a dog with lungs made of sieves and sniffling like she's hoping to vacuum coins. I love her, really, but some of her... 'attributes' annoy the shit outta me. Why do eleven-year-olds need to be so loud when their sister's get into the house after a long day of doing nothing?! I don't know. I spent yesterday as I always spend my days, in the playground and the surrounding area. Danny came dowwwwnnnn and he can stay in Ireland which is good except it's all stressful and stuff and yeaaah. I know I really shouldn't blog about this but I'll mild it down anyway... Nicky is way more annoying then originally thought. And if he reads this, you know you don't like me and I'm twice as annoying so it evens out. Soundtrack change: Redlight District, Porcelain and the Tramps. I've been listening to tonnes of P.A.T.T lately. Alaina Beaton is pretty much god to me. I would give my appendix to look like her. Alaina Beaton reminded me of the 'Girls I'd like to tap' list that was made up in the playground. Pretty much everyone would tap Helena Bonham Carter. She's just too shexual, even in Corpse Bride, when it's just her voice. Anyway, back to yesterday! I spent basically four hours in the playground but it was a pretty cloudy day and the atmosphere was quite emo. I took apeshit loads of photos, which I was going to put on my facebook but then the upload terminated after they were almost done uploading. FML much. But they're all on my bebo, and if you want to add me, comment waaay down there. I'm beginning to be all sad again in public. I'm getting worse at the hiding it thing, Efa noticed yesterday. Maybe she was just being inquisitive. She always knows when I'm sad. Peculiar happenings. I don't even have reason at all! I'd understand if someone had terminal cancer, or if something bad had happened, but nothing did. I don't get ittttt. I thought I was over all the depressing shit. Dammit. Soundtrack change: Cookie Jar- Gym Class Heroes. I want cookies now. I know the songs about girls and two-timing and shit, but I still want cookies. I know this song is probably one of the most mainstream things ever, but it's too damn catchy.


Soundtrack change: How to save a life, The Fray. I want to try and soulsearch for you guys. I need to show more truth on this site. I'd like to say exactly every detail of every single feeling but that'd get me in a lot of trouble, as it did back on Cynical and Whimsical. That was my stalker blog. I feel so sorry for that boy. It was a bloody obsession over nothing. It was only cancelled in likeee.... February, I think. I can't remember. I read every post before I deleted it and then I realized how sad it was. That's when I reset. I made the new Lucy, this girl on this blog who is herself who doesn't need some boy to make her happy, although she has one and is content with it. The new Lucy doesn't lie as much, the new Lucy doesn't gossip as much, the new Lucy doesn't complain as much. In honesty, even early teenagehood is just that: lies, gossip and complaints. I was talking to my mom about it a few nights ago, about what it was like to me my age back in her time. She said it was nothing like this, that the worse thing girls ever said to eachother was that their skirt was caught in their knickers followed by some laughter and then an apology. Boy, I wish it were like that. I like to call the noughties 'The Mean Girls Generation'. Yes, the title is based on the movie. You're probably sitting there going... that movie was a work of fiction, stuff measured in dick inches. I beg to differ. I've come across as bitchy stuff as that in my school. Maybe not the fucking in the auditorium storage room, but I go to an all girl school so that'd be quite odd to walk in on. There are cliques in my year. I'll lay it out for you... At the top of the food chain, there are the popuwhores. The popular girls who do whatever their boys want, wear tracksuits and miniskirts, get crappy grades and straighten their hair by the lockers each morning. Then it goes down to the popuwhore followers, who basically trail after the truly popular girls doing exactly what they do except slightly less successfully. Then it's the sports teams, which basically includes most popuwhores and then some other chicks who don't really fall into any other category. Then there are the inbetween type people, like the average people who wear jeans and scarves, who get normal grades. Then it's like the 'alternative' people, who exist and there's no denying it. Some ... 'alternative' people hang out with popuwhores and inbetweeners. Then there are the smart girls.. Don't get me wrong, some of the smart girls are the kindest people you'll ever meet, but the others can be so prissy and horrible. There's these few girls who just look down on me all the time because they're smarter than me and more perfect. I mean, they do too many sports, they are astonishingly pretty without make up on, they dress smart, they get amazing grades and they all play piano or clarinet or flute or something. People don't like them out of jealousy/annoyance. And then there are the loners. I feel so mean for writing all of this, but I'm just telling it like it is. People will greatly disagree with me on this but deep down, they know that even some of it is correct. Everyone will agree with the popuwhore part. Maybe not in my exact word though. It's tough to be part of this whole evil circle of life type thing. You either float or sink. Float, and you become respected and looked upon in jealousy. Sink, and you end up sitting alone. I'm fed up of it already, but I only have ... 4 years left. Niiice. I have a friend who was driven out of our school by bullying and rumours and homophobes. You wouldn't think it would happen in Ireland, but hell, of course it does. Okay, I admit to failing at the soul searching, it was more of a spill of random toxic shit from inside my brain. That happens a lot. I am going to love you and leave youu with my amazing mention from a youtuber that I subbed to and watch! I was like ^-^ when I saw my name on that post-it and she drew a cow and all. She only has 50 subscribers but she's so cute and all so yeaah. I screenshotted my post-it mention.


BTW, she inspired me to make signs for all you followers. So if you want a sign, you write your name in the comments, and I'll get right to it.


Peace out, girl scout.
New post later or something. LUCY XOXO

Ooh, the joy of swinging.

Just a notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in this song...





Helloooo.
Lucy on zee blog, bayubs.
After reading Shane's last blog post, I decided that I needed to make my blog more mature vocabulary wise considering last post was filled with random blabber that bubbled out of my brain, through my fingers and out onto Muchos Poptart. I'll make this as meaningful as I possibly can without making a presidential speech that will bore you all to pieces. I'll try and strive for the Alice in Wonderland thing that happened ages ago that readers seemed to like. I won't get those results though, that post was after coffee and incense. Good idea to warn you that this is another quite short post because my life isn't very eventful.

Today, I had another pile of realizations. People who read this blog daily will know that a lot of the time my posts include brief realizations throughout my monotonous teenage life. This is one of those kinda posts. I went off to see my grandparents as a surprise because my father's second cousin died. In rural Ireland, second cousins are close family members, as are third cousins twice removed by marriage. I'll break it down: If you're family, you're family. Anyway, back to the visit. It's a two hour journey, one of those incredibly cliché family bonding moments where you sing along to the songs on the radio but then you all end up fighting and being car sick and you can't wait until you finally reach your destination and breathe a sigh of relief that it's over and that you now have fresh air. Seeing my grandparents made a warm feeling spread up my veins, especially my Grandad because he had like 3 strokes and funerals had been arranged and all but I was all upset because I wouldn't have been able to visit him because I was still recovering from the operation. He lived. My parents don't really give people chances; I'm afraid to faint in case I wake up six feet under. As a family group, we headed to a pub, something people off in the country do regularly, I'm guessing. I don't survive well in pubs. Something about the strong, stinging scent of vast amounts of alcohol, the faint scent of tobacco and the greasy, stuffy atmosphere repels me from places like that unless I had extremely good reason. My good reason was that if I didn't go in there, my father would refuse to talk to me for a week or two. He's incredbily mature that way. After a few minutes and two Cidonas, I was beginning to feel claustrophobic. I was sitting in a corner seat and the thatched roof seemed to drop downward, and the walls seemed to want to brush against eachother. I said I didn't feel so good and dragged my sister out for a walk. My father's hometown is cute, quaint and anything but modern. It's a riverside village with a walk guiding straight beside the waters along to a playground and docks. We strolled along silently. It was a beautiful day, the sun hit the water so that it reflected on to the surrounding boats and rocks and the wind whistled past our ears. We really had no reason to destroy the captivating nature with silly comments or bad phone-speaker-chart-toppers. Stopping at the playground, I noticed something that isn't usual in towns. The playground had no teenagers in it. Where I live, the playground is usually over-run by pubescent boys and girls sitting on swings or under slides or on the benches. Where we were, four and five year olds frolicked on relatively graffiti-free playwear with their parents staring contently from nearby. Me and Kellie dashed for the play equipment. Me being fourteen and her being eleven, we both agree we're too old for playground adventures; But, boy, does it make me nostalgic. It's magical. All the bright colours and the climbing and spinning. Call me easily amused, but I haven't had as much pure, good clean fun in years. Then there were the swings. Totally different feeling entirely. I do my best thinking on swings. And on the toilet, but that's for a different blog post. It's the feeling of defeating gravity if only momentarily, and that shift in the seat when you get to the highest point and how your stomach slightly sways. The flying feeling. I sat and swinged for 20 minutes. In that period of time, my mind emptied itself entirely. I managed to remind myself that everything's gonna be okay. Everything is always going to be okay; It's life. No matter how much happens, whoever you are, it'll all be for the best.

The rest of the day was basically just a mirror image of the start. Except as soon as I walked in the door, it seemed my mutti and vati were bickering again. Will they ever shut their faces for a day or two and let me soak in the serene silence of peace?


Lucy. XOXO

WHERE THE FUCK IS MY PEN?

Those elysian smiles I thought I'd keep forever...



Hello, oh dedicated/lazy fags of readers. See I went for sarcasm at the start of that tribute to you guys but then I decided that I'd have to make it clearer for the blondes and children. Although basically two people read the blog and even then it's usually just one. Props to you, Vicky, for being that one. Errrrm, yeah, so apologies for last night's post. It was an emo day. Except I was outside hyper for it, and then I went home and the sugar rush wore off. And then emo blog post. I'll try and make this as long and detailed as possible but knowing me I'll run off and eat midway and maybe or maybe not publish this later. Just to make it easier for you to understand my settings and location and what not, I am in our sitting room type thingy. I can see over the top of zee laptop, and what is there is the coconut hair painting of a cat stretched out on grass. Not very logical anatomically, it appears to have no elbows. Poor elbowless cat. Anyhoo, I can see my sister typing over on the Apple. She keeps bending over the couch to check her phone. I don't get why she can't just let it reside closer to her. She's a freeeak... Ahaha; says me. She types kinda weird. It sounds like horseys running along on tar. Or cobblestones. Whichever takes your fancy, I suppose. I can also see the kiddie piano that my grandparent's thought I need for Christmas last year. Which 13 year old needs a small fake keyboard that allows you to use two whole keys at the same time? Okay. Scratch all that because I occasionally use it to sing along to Kelsey. I can feel my wet hair down my back and I'm pretty sure the water in it is gonna leave a patch of coldness on my bra. And my morning breath. Reminds me that I need to brush my teeth. That's right, folks, I do forget to brush my teeth, so shoot me. The sun is streaming in the window. Big fucking window. Why is the sun so annoyingly bright? And it always manages to get into my eyes. Mr Sun, Sun, Mr Golden Sun, fuck off and leave me alone. The hilarity if Barney actually sang my amazing lyrics to the little children. Oooooh and then to top it all off: 'I love you, you love me, I'll touch you, don't try to scream.' Hey, Barney producers, hire me to write your kiddy songs. (Y)

In case you guys think the (Y) thing is a crappy internet memeish symbol for cleavage; No, It isn't. It's a thumbs up sign. See the resemblance. The brackets symbolize the hands and the Y symbolizes the creases and shit. Speaking of hand gestures, anyone ever see the collegehumor episode 'Hand Vagina'? You gotsa put your hand's together and then spread the fingers out, and then someone does the same, and one of you's keeps your hands vertical while the other turns them horizontally. Tilt the fingers towards the other person like so the fingertips are parallel to the person. And then MR/MRS horizontal slots their hand between MR/MRS vertical's middle and pointer fingers. And then horizontal person opens their hand upwards and looks inside and there's a vagina. Me and Kate kept doing that one of those indoor Summer days and then we kept getting all squeamish and it was gross. Like we were actually looking at eachother's vagina's except we weren't. We promise. It's even better if you slide a finger into the holey gappy thing and it feels like you're being penetrated not that I would know, but it made my hand all tingly. OMFG, I'm clearly a handasexual. Society will spite me now, they'll build walls around me like the lepers/leopard's way back when in Jerusalem. And then Jesus will come and save me.. *sarcasmface*. Oh yeah, guys, guess what?! We're all gonna die in 2012. Yaaaay. It's pretty damn obvious that everyone is over-reacting just like Y2K. Nothing happened in Y2K. We all lived. Durrh. Because if we didn't I wouldn't be typing this, you wouldn't be reading this, and my sister wouldn't be giving me a headache. If we do all die though, I hope it's like Cloverfield. How cool would it be to see your closest friends and family members all pop from infected alien wounds? Pop goes the huuuuman. I liked that scene in the movie. She went into the tent and then you see this weird explosion of blood and guts and person. Well, that was after she started bleeding out of her eyes. She really shoulda got those symptoms checked out when they first appeared. Silly, silly girl. Was I the only one who thought that actress was the awesome supposed lesbian out of Mean Girls except she was all grown up and mature and didn't have those stupid dreadplaits anymore? Maybe it's just my eyesight. *sigh*.

Some reallly bitchy people are pissing me off of late. Note to self, buy harpoon gun and then have bitchkillingspree and invite other people who would like to see said bitches die painfully. Oooh better idea: induce false labour in each girl after inpregnating them with a manwhore (ahah, people who know me personally will already have one name in their head) and then as they go through excruitiating child birth pain, slit their throats halfway and watch 'em bleed out. Better yet, how about I simply ignore them and stop acting like I hate them with a passion when I really just want to be neutral like Switzerland towards them and then I can stay out of jail for murder/manslaughter and live a happy life as a Vietnamese hobo who isn't from Vietnam.


Well,
I'm going to go now.
So peace out, girl scout.
LUCYXOXO

[[PS:
I set my friends on fire, the musical.
From last year, but the pen song is a classic.]]






Ooh, and look up 'Jody Has A Hitlist'.
They phucking rockkkkk.

Oh, fuck it.

Through the window the watcher came...

Ooohhhhh, I fail. Here's the thing, bishes. I don't post half as much. I'd like to say that when I leave you for a while it builds anticipation, but nah, I'm just too lazy. I'm just remembering the days when I blogged daily, how I could hardly survive without it. I think I'm going back to that stage. I'm not gonna lie, the blog before this one was a dark hole. It was the way I felt, and letting it out was just sweet serenity. I have a perfectly great life, so I guess the thing that always got me down was my self esteem and my parents fighting. I always got dragged into my parent's fights, never my sister, just me. I don't know why, I never really was a normal or good daughter, that's probably the main contribution. Oh, I'm confused, but the main point is that I'm shallow-happy lately. It's the chain drinking energy drinks that keep me awake, hyper and happy. But then they wear off and the two hours sleep shows under my eyes and my mind spirals into a room with no lights on, and I become anti-social. It's how I used to be.. And then I thought it was gone, but clearly not if it's happening now. Doesn't help that I overthink, doesn't help that my family is in serious financial crisis, doesn't help that my confidence fell apart at the seams, doesn't help that people slag me off everyday. I really and truly have no clue what I'm supposed to do from here.

I've got my friends, they don't know I'm feeling down, but they support me subconsciously none the less. When I'm with them, I easily forget where I really am, how I really am. Even if I do make a show of myself, at least I'm distracted. At this exact moment, my head is pounding, my back is aching, and my eyesight is blurred from staring at the lightbulbs up above my head. I'm trying so hard to actually clear my mind. Swishy trees outside, typical Irish images. Dayum, this blog post is lame as fuck. GRRRR. I just don't know anymore, why the fuck am I not happy?!

You guys, if you think you can distract me, add me on msn:
lkbennett@live.com

I really need people to talk to and see if I can find out what's wrong with my bloody mind without stressing out my parents more or annoying my friends with my childish endearments.


Lucy signing out.

UPDATE KINDA.

Heeyyyy.
I kinda abandoned the blog for a whiles.
O:
'Cus I'm a bad pimp.
Ermmmmm, first I would like to start this post with an apology, sorry for not writing, and a statement to Guest9somethingsomethingsomethingsomething that yes, my blog is crap, why did you read it then? All I gotta say is peace out, girl scout. Your face sucks. (:

Also, my blog finally came to something in the reaal world!
It got me a boyfriend who isn't assfaced like the other douches I went out with.
WOOOO GO BLOG. You may have realized that my punctuation in this is crappy and teenaged but I drank waaaay too muchos Relentless today and I am teenaged so chyeeaaah. Well, erm, you guys will probably call me a hoe. But 4 boyfriends in 2 months, imho, boo yah. Don't get me wrong, I respect 'em all individually but I can't help but be proud because erm I became something. A hoe. (:


O: No other news other than that. Saw HP6... not as great as expected.
TTYL.
THIS WAS SHORT UPDATE.
Slatahs.
XOXO

Pottery Glory.

Guess whose back, back, back?
Back again....


Heylo. T'is Lucy. *waves*
I'm back home from Londonnnnnnn, flight home yesterday. T'was boiiiilinggggg in England, my make up melted off before I was on the bloody plane. So, I've decided to make a tiny summary thingy to just update yas on like... right now. Because the present is a present.

Time: 11.00am exactly. O.o
Activities: Blogging, here, and watching Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. And texting Kate and eating a biscuit thingy from McVities.
Sounds: My sister typing, Me coughing and dramatic Harry Potter musics.
Closest painting: A cat sitting in a garden of poppies and daisies done using coconut hairs. XD
Closest human: My sister.... she's 11 but she's so damn cute. LMAO.
Wearing: Just a neon pink bra, grey knickers and a stripy navy and blue dressing gown with pink trim.
Latest favourite quote: 'You're not going mad, I can see them too' - Luna Lovegood.
Smells: Fresh air and my feet. Hahaa.
Currently hating on: Professor Delores Umbridge.... -.- Fucking hoe.

Overall, London was pretty awesome, if hasty and hot. Dad was incredibly volatile for the whole trip, like.... a volcano. Like he was baking soda and someone poured vinegar on him. He took it out on me the whole time, and yeah, I'm a brat, a goddamn one at that, but like... christttttttttttt, I started crying in a restaurant when he told me he never met someone as big a disappointment to the phrase 'human'. I was like... man. You might aswell pour salt in my eyes and not expect me to blubber. But London was packed with great experiences anyway... likeeee... Madame Tussauds and Camden Market and Whiteleys and... erm.... awesome English Starbucksness. Oh chyeeaaaahhh and that hot emo guy I saw on the streets and when he walked past, I managed to accidentally trip myself up when I wasn't even walking. I was like FML BITCH. I also began reading Angels and Demons by Dan Brown, the sequel to the Da Vinci Code. It's purdy awesome, because I'm big into conspiracies and cryptology. It also talked about a Bernini sculpture called the Ecstasy of St. Teresa. The passage that the sculpture is inspired by is from a book written by the said saint, and if you read it in the wikipage, it sounds pretty... kinky. In Brown's book, it talks about the sculpture as a work of art of sexually explicit nature, it says... and I quote that the sculpture showed St. Teresa 'in the throes of a toe-curling orgasm' from the angel. And after reading the passage... it sounds like it. XD I don't know, I linked up there for you guys to judge for yourself. ROFLMAO and the sculpture is placed within the Vatican City.

I really don't got much else to say TBH. Which is surprising, but like.... erm. Yeah. Peace out. Link to the Harry Potter lexicon, I'm in a Rowling mood.

LUCYYYYYYYY
XOXO
ILY

Post From Londonnnnnn #2

Heylooooo, my homeys. (:
I'm still in Lundunnnnnnn. :P
Camden today, not yesterday, my bayubs.
Billy Elliot last night, sparkly extravagant bollocks.... I loved it. LMAO.
There was a scene near the end when he writes a letter to his dead mother and I almost cried, I like.... bit my lip and was like 'Don't cry, be strong'. Funnyness.
I went Madame Tussaaauuuudsssss.... the queue is 2 hours long so it wasn't really worth it. On the plus side, pictures with Obama, Audrey Hepburn, Britney, Amy Winehouse and a crappy looking Michael Jackson. The Scream exhibit was awesommeeeee though, it said nobody under 12 and nobody with epilepsy or high blood pressure and I was wondering why so then me and mom did it and it was like O: 'cause actor thingies popped out at every corner and followed you around and growled but they were generally scaryyyy like and there was puffs of smoke and sirens and wax figurines of people being hung and Vlad the Impaler and shrunken heads.... frickin' awesommeeeeeeeeeee.

Well, I gotta go find my sister so we can go market trekkking.
ILY
LUCYYYYYYYYY

Lundunnnn Blog Numero Uno.

Helloooo.
'Tis Lucy, posting from le grande land of fish and chips.
England. London, to be precise. The hotel's club lounge has a shitty keyboard so this will undoubtedly be effing short. To be honest, on the plane, I kept thinking of Final Destination. It put me off soooo much, like, whenever a tiny bit of turbulence erected (kinkyyy) I'd jump a metre outta my seat. We arrived safe and sound though and then got a trainnnn to Liverpool St. from Stansted and then the underground to where we're staying. S'like yaaaaaaaaaaay. We searched all the retro thrift stores around here, there are seriously tonnes, like one of every three shops is a retro store. Some of it was radddddd but I'm too poor to afford it, and my mom wouldn't let me get the choker with the metal spikes along it because she said it would injure someone. Phuck you, Mom. /Karma. Then I went to this little boutique thing that Alesha Dixon shopped in and got these adorable black socks with tiny red bows along the back and they go just above my knees but when I was trying them on in the hotel, one of the cute bows fell off /facepalm. We went to another teeny boutique and got this nautical themed dress thingy and it looks so cute on me (: (wearing it as I type). Then we walked for hours and ate, although I would've easily settled for one of the various KFC's. My dad was cranky allllll day and took it out on me, so that ruined everything. I mean, it wasn't just little things, he just lashed out with truthful/hurtful things and then praised my sister. I was like... boo you, whore. So todaaay, I think we're going Camden market and then Billy Elliot laters. In my purrrrdy dress. (:


TTYL LOSSSEEEEERRRRRRSSSSS.
LUCY XOX

Look, Lucy bothered to make a long post. So you gotta comment. (:

Higher heels and lipstick napkins,
Dying is your latest fashion...
I kissed your lips, you pulled my hair,
it was the craziest thing,
I love the girls who love to hate...



Hello Theree.
Lucy here at 2.45pm, bitches.
ANOTHER day inside. I swear to God, I'm going to go stir crazy.
Everyone is, laike, busy lately. And I'm not. Somedays I wish I had the rockstar lifestyle with like a killer mansion and a pool and the ability to play guitar and use loop pedals and have lifetime supplies of poptarts and 800 personal trainers to work off the poptarts. Well, anyways, I'm trying to make this post into one of the longers ones where I outburst on my exact thoughts about everything that has reared it's ugly or pretty head in my life. Like.... even just famous people dying in threes.



Topics that Lucy is planning on putting in this bitchass blogpost extravagasm:

• Lucy's bad skin day.
• Lucy's sore back.
• How both of them relate to the hormonal overload that comes with that darned time of month.
• Scrubs.
• Summer.
• Lucy's new boyfriend.
• Lucy's thoughts on people magnifying people's achievements when they die.
• Danny's blogpost inkstamp.
• Men and how they embrace their homosexual side a lot less than women.
• Hypocrites.
• Lazy people on Lucy's msn contact list.
• How effing sore Lucy is right now.

And none of those will be in that order by the way. I'm going to attempt to tackle them all whilst MSNing Danny and Jonny. But now Danny ran off to have a shower. xD

So yeah, I had a shitty skin day today and a sore back. Probably the main contributors for me not to go outside, along with me being a lazy fuck with an inner fat kid who protests when I walk from the couch to the tv to turn up the volume. Well, wanna know whats to blame for the pizza face and the sore back? The wonder that is womanhood. I mean, thanks Eve, for eating that fucking apple. Now we got bleed through our vaginas 80-something days a year. And it'd be okay if it were painless, but it's like there are cavemen trying to barricade my lower stomach unsuccessfully so they come back with their tiny stone daggers. Fuck you, big Kahuna, you couldn't have made me a late bloomer? Oh wait, you kinda did. You put me through the pain but then forgot to give me boobs. Thanks, man.

The new Scrubs season SUCKS! They're cancelling Scrubs too, after making a movie, which sucks more. But like.... it used to be so awesome! I still love it, but I love watching the re-runs with the funny, sarcastic, cynical satires that Dr. Cox shoots at J.D every episode and the unicorn rainbow fantasies of J.D when he gets into work. And there used to be great guest appearances like Mandy Moore and shizzle. Now it's just Grey's Anatomy con queso. That was Grey's Anatomy with cheese. But you get what I'm saying. I think. Oh, I'll shut up now. XD

Ahaa, my bizzles, it's Summer 2k9! I really hope you're all enjoying the sunshine, fresh grass and seaside trips. I mean, here in Ireland, it's more like rain, bad sun burn days and Mcdonalds's trips on the bus, but like... I guess that's what makes it Summer. Irish Summers compared to the media interpreted American Summers are shitty. America has the little kids with the lemonade stands and the sixteen year olds surfing and the adults lounging around with ice tea while the toddlers zoom around on their tiny Dora scooters and drink juice. I mean, who wouldn't kill for an American-media-interpreted life? ROFL. My Summer got off to a bad start originally, I started with confidence that got squished by the two semi-simultaneous break-ups and I failed a lot. XD But now, I have a boyfriend who cares, an Asian friend, piles of other great friends and my imaginary boobs tanned after they burnt, and I have a tiny white sun-o-grammed tattoo from where my eyeliner heart was. And we went to McDonald's. It's gonna be jampacked with memories and private jokes, I can feel it. And then we're back to school for the junior cert... fuuuuunnn.

Lucy is going out with Jonny. (: Yaaaaay.
Difference between Jonny and significant other boys is that Jonny isn't a douchebag who'll use me. Sorry to anyone who knows the other boys, I don't mean it harshly, but they were douchebags. Haha. So yeah Jonny. ;) xD

I'm absolutely certain that unless you've been living under a rock or a house or a bridge without any form of communication with the outside world, you've heard about the untimely deaths of legends Michael Jackson, Farah Fawcett and Billy Mays. The thing that has been pissing me off about it is the way they are being treated after they died. Michael Jackson was always slated by everyone I know. Like, whenever playing with children was mentioned in an innocent way, somebody would mouth off 'Don't be such a jacko' or 'Future Michael'. It was even in Scary Movie. In like... two of 'em. XD But now, everybody is trying to boycott the cruel taunts and they're all upset and heartbroken. C'monnnnn. You can't go around saying you're tainted for life because a) you didn't personally know the bloke and b) there's a 99% chance that you've made nasty comments on him before. The thing is... it always happens. Rapists die everyday, but at their funeral, the eulogy will stay completely away from the topic, targeting the good things like that day when he was 5 when he saved a puppy or how he visited his mother once a year. A great woman/my English teacher once explained how people are made greater in death than they are at life, and that has got to be a part of my philosophy.

This morning I was eating with my dad at the table, when I put on some music on my laptop. Don't Stop Believin' by Journey. As usual, my dad remarks snarkily 'isn't that a bit soft for you?' and I deemed it rhetorical. So then Oprah comes on the tv, and she has Valentino as a guest host. My dad suddenly becomes very interested and closes my laptop. Valentino is a fashion designer. Slightly hypocritical considering my father just asked if I'm going soft and he's watching Oprah while a fruitcake who designs clothes is babbling on in an italian accent about shoes. PS/ I'm not anti-gay, I <3 gays, but fruitcake is the only word that describes Valentino. That was the pink side of my dad showing but it made me think about how guys act around each other. I mean, me and my girlfriends grab each other randomly in the booball area and hug each other and shtuffs. Our guyfriends don't do that with eachother at all. Unless it's spin the bottle (lmaooo). It must be like, testosterone fuelled. I think 80% of girls would like to see guy's wear their hearts on their sleeves in that sense.

Hypocrites.
Annoying, right?
Celbridge is filled with them, at every corner, on every wall, in every shop, in every house. It's an infestation of people who diss something and then end up doing it. Like... all the girls I know are bitches. I'm not gonna lie, I am too, but none of us can go a day without bagging on at least one person. But they end up going apeshit if you do one bitchy thing that steps outta the league. And then they go and do that thing themselves. It's like... grrrrrrr. It doesn't make sense but it's an attaching segment of the circle of life. Reminds me of mean girls.

There are so many lazy bitches on my msn. Like, I talk to them and they reply in monosyllables. There are like a few people that I can talk to for ages but they're filled with intellect and are usually not online. Karma.

As you can see, Lucy started getting lazy as the topics moved on. Lucy's a lazy byotcchhhhh. Haha, Oh yeah and pain = 100000/10. It's hell, and Nurofen is phailing at helping.

So, peeps, I'm going to go now and leave you with a copy and paste of the msn conversation where Dannysaurus attempted to inkstamp this very blogpost with some wise words of Western wonder. Although neither Asia or Ireland are in the west. I just like alliteration. (:

LUCY XOXO


vvvvvvvvv

[Dannysaurus] says:
Rawr, right, waddya want for an input again?
Lucysauruss.☮❤ ;] says:
durno
you just say shit
[Dannysaurus] says:
Bahh >.<
My overused "thing" is like: Normal's overrated
I need a better "thing" >.>
Lucysauruss.☮❤ ;] says:
lol just say hi to my readers or something!
[Dannysaurus] says:
Ohhh
Fail Dannysaurus is fail >.>
Lets see
RAWR! Awesomesauce "HI" to Lucy's readers!
p.s: Rawr means "I love you" in Dinosaur :3
Fook that be cheesy >.>
Nyeh, fail day, fail words
Lucysauruss.☮❤ ;] says:
its all going up anyway xD

Fat Bitch. (:

'Bad uterus, don't do that.'
-Dr. Cox on the phone to J.D's mother.

Hello, oh twenty five of my closest followers/only followers.
Lucy chooning in with you liveeeee. Kinda. :P
It's 12.43 pm, and I'm having another lazy day because the only people I really hang out with are going to Metro Station and I'm too lazy to go anywhere else. I'mma watch the rest of Cloverfield and Edward Scissorhands and possibly bake cookies. Ahaha, Watching Scrubs as I type. Relatively distracting but the episode is 'My Urologist', the one where J.D first notices Kim.

The episode topic is quite intruiging in my tiny blonde head. Turk shows J.D that as soon as a woman has a wedding ring on their finger, they disappear ffrom J.D's sight. Turk persuades the ladies in the room to remove the rings from their fingers and J.D realizes that Brown Bear was right. I loved his reaction to Gift Shop Girl being married, and he thought she was dead. That made me POTFL (piss on the floor laughing). But the episode's making me think.... Has anything to do with a person made them relatively invisible to you? I mean, anything. Like race, face, way they act, religion... anything. I remember when I was little, the travelling community or people living in counsel estates used to be crossed outta my mind. Ireland is a backwards community, we think of people shallowly and we can't see through the outer shell. As I grew up, I cared less and less and now it's pretty much gone. Astonishingly, this all ties in with the book I read last night. My mom lent it to me..... the book named 'Whose life is it anyway?' was about a girl who had Irish parents but grew up in London. The parents were constantly hanging on to the heritage, with rebellion anthems and leprachaun lawngnomes and Irish dancing and hurling. The book had a nice format, it constantly switched from the future to the past...... The future was her, meeting a lovely man named Pierre who fell for her at first sight, soon after he read her light-hearted cynical column on life in a local tabloid. They moved in together after a month and five months on got engaged, without her parents knowing. Pierre was a black french agnostic who certainly would not be approved of by her parents and she slowly starts introducing them etc. The past is her growing up, the story of her sister's teenage pregnancy and how her sister then fell from grace in her father's eyes, her stories of the teenage disco with octopus boys who tried to put their hands down her pants. It's a great book, cheesy, romantic and desperately feminine, but of course a sap like me enjoyed it thoroughly. At the end of the book, all was well, yada yada yada, not realistic, but it made me smile.

Frasier's on now. Took me fifteen minutes so far to on-off write this one post, and I'm still thinking of something smart to write about. Ahhhh here we go, I just remembered a question my mom asked me seriously last week. What career I had planned for my future. WHAT THE HELL? I'm 14, I have no talents and I suck at maths. I was praying on being ran over before I even have to deal with exam results, or just being a hobo. My mom suggested nursing. Way to go, Mom, I get that I can't do much. It didn't help that she knows I hold a grudge on hospitals and medical institutions everywhere, but I'm squeamish and I don't like causing people pain. Okay, maybe I like causing pain but not to little kids and old people. Well, I told her something creative. She was all like gushing with 'Photography, you're great at that!' which is ironic because I suck at it and she knows it. I said journalism or creative writing but my mom frowned. Nice to know she has so much bloody faith in what I'd like to do. XD

Well, I gotta go wash my hands because they're annoying me,
and I'm gonna go eat a rasher sandwich in a sec. Fat bitch. LMAO.




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Hai there, my buddies.
23.42, Saturday night.
And I'm rather tired and sore and quite irritable.
Don't get me wrong, I had a good day.
Just feeling kinda down.

My morning consisted of getting up early for no reason.
I don't even know why at all, I just woke up and then hadda shower.
And then trekked off to Tesco for grocery shopping.
Men don't realize it, but one of the most embarassing things that a woman does in her life is shop for tampons and sanitary towels. I was asked by my mom to pick up three packs of 'em. And god, the stares I got were astonishing, but it was paranoia, I know it. But it was like dagger stares, like tiny little ninja knives being thrown straight at me from peoples optical genitalia AKA eyes. The rest of the shopping went well. I picked up some haribo and doritos for mexican night, which is just technical term for movie with nachos. Another complicated thing that occurs in your local grocery store: brown bread. Otais, it doesn't sound complicated, but heelllllllll. There are four hundred types of brown bread. Like wholemeal soda bread and then granary and like OMFGZZZ I almost had an aneurysm trying to get the stuff my mom likes. In the end, my dad took one glance and swooped it.

FML muchos. XD So at 6pm, Jemjem, Christopher, Keevadactyl agus Jonny came to my crib and we had mexican night *thumbs up*. We watched Final Destination, the original movie. Field trekked and took pictures, drew smileyfaces in cowshit. That was Chris, cus the rest of us are sensible and do not fling crap using large branches.


Heyyy. Dudes.
Haha I started this post last night. But I'm gonna finish it now. Because I'm like that. Mother took away the laptop at like 12.00am. Apparently, that's past my bedtime and therefore its crazy unacceptable and I'm a total disgrace to the teen population of Ireland. Damn Christian's. XD

Just watched Love Actually with my sister, fucking awesome movie. It's just..... packed with my favooouuuritteeee actors including Hugh Grant (nomnomnomnom) and the late Natasha Richardson (may she rest in peace). And it's like one of those 'D'awwwwh' packed movies where sensitive chicks like me cry four hundred times and then be all jealous at the maliciously skinny gorgeous actresses with flowing platinum tresses that make me feel/look like turd.



Staying in today.
'Girl cramps'.
TMI, I know, but too much information PWNS no information.
Might post later on the values of Nurofen connected to Girl Pains.
LUCYLOVESYOU
XOXOX<3

I'm just a little bit caught in the middle..

Cut His Teeth On Turquoise Harmonicas... Oh Oh Oh.



Is it pathetic to say that Scrubs makes me cry in... almost every episode?
Emoness. I durno, it's just they build it up realistically and then it's like *eye prick, moisture gone, oh look im crying*. Scrubs is my loiiifeee. It was the episode where JD's brah has the hotts for Dr. Elliot Reid; Kinkkkyyyyy. Because like Elliot Reid + JD's Brother= HAWWWWWWWT. Randomness. I fill these blog post with random shit because I know you guys space out at about this part of the para shitnipplesvaginabumcuntfuck graph.


See what I did there? *eyebrow raise*
Errgghhh, lately I've been feeling kinda down for no reason, like.... I'd go from being happy to sad and then sadder and then sadder and then feeling like shit about myself. I guess there was the 'blow to self esteem' that y'all know about. But laiikess, I thought I was over that. It's funny how my view on being Lucy changes almost everytime I post. Last time, I was all proud and comedic about it, this time it's more... pessimistic. Lucy.... I durno. People just hate me, they hate my guts, and I try so hard for them not to. I used to pretend I was someone else, but now I'm being Lucy and it's not any better than being a faux. I mean, I'm clumsy, it takes me four tonnes of make up to look beautiful, I can't run for my life, I make too many mistakes, I have unhelpful amounts of blonde moments, I can't stay in a relationship for more than a week without a huge load of perserverance and *grin-and-bear-it*, I actually just fail at life. The hilarity of it, that I'm blessed with so much, but yet, it feels like life is being lived elsewhere. I guess some of it is the lack of freedom. My parents always say that they trust me but when it comes to what other teenagers do... no, I'm restricted.

When I was younger, the lack of freedom didn't effect me, people wouldn't make fun of me for it like they do now. I just wish that I could be somebody else, like... be trusted and treated equally with my sister and stuff. I dunno. I have no clue what I want, and probably never will, but I know that that is one of the things that's getting me down.

Farah Fawcett + Wacko Jacko...
DEAD.
Farahhh.... terminal cancer, so relatively expected.
Jacko, outta the blue 'cardiac arrest'.

Ahahaha,
My head is totally poundingggggg.

Todaayyy consisted of me, Keeva, Jemma and Dylan trekking to MC'D's and then meeting G there, and then there was the drive thru thing which was kinda funny, cus we thought it'd be a good idea to walk through the drive thru but we pussied out last minute and made our way to the bus stop. Then we chilled in the playground, Cillian and Dave came out, then Dave was pushing skags on the swings and Chris came out for laiiikes ten minutes and then Dave + Chris were all hyped for Marty's party but with what's being said around the place, it sounds like it's going to be a drunken fuckfest. XD I'd be worried at that. Asian meeting set. I sound racist, but I'm really just being factual, and we <3 town=" mutual">


So I'mma love you and leave you.
Comment, follow, plug.
LUCY XOXOX

2'k9 (: Bayubs.

I'm coming down, bring me up, take it off, let's just touch...
☮❤


Yola,
my buds.
It's Lucyyyyy.
I'm probably here with a longer post. To be honest, this blog is just spiralling downwards, it always wasssss. So it probably will be deleted by the end of Summer 2'k'9, my pretties.
Unless you comment and get your friends to comment and your mothers and cousins and that pervy indian man who added you on Facebook. And follow. And shizznit. (:

Comment question: How is your Summer?
My summer so far has basically been a fail, what with the break ups and the continuous blondeness and that day where I left my house in a tutu and hot pants and thought I didn't look like a whore and then yesterday I burnt my boobs, and I lost someone's shoe a few days ago. I'm a walking fail. XD I guess it's who I am, like Keeva's the gorgeous emo one, Ashling is the tall non emo one, Jemjem is the slightly shy scene-haired one, Dave is the guitar obsessed sex-haired one, ermmm and the others im not assed describing. But yeah, I'm Lucy, the weird one who fails a lot and winks at little boys. Haha. And I'm the one who is both the clumsiest and least athletic. The others can run for their lives, but my inner fat kid stops me. Well, I'll always have the good summer memories like Jones and skittles and sun and grass fights and the 69 signs everywhere. Oh god, I'm reminiscing on something that's not even over! ROFL.

Boysssss. God knows when they'll ever grow up. It's not even singular boys, it's the fucking SPECIEEEEEEEEEES. They mess with our heads, like.. put their hands in, alter our brains and then break us into pieces. TBH, never truly experienced being heart broken, but judging from others and little pieces of evidence. Know what I mean? And then Twilight with it's magical BS telling us that boys have crooked smiles and sweep us off our feet and sacrifice their lives. XD So clearly, the media is screwing us over, just like the boys themselves are. I'm not making so much sense this morning. Metro Station to the brain. I <3 Trace and his emo douchebaggery *quote from Smosh's 'Unitarded'*. (:

Next band having a Metro Station Effect...3OH!3. They're going mainstream like..... twsshhhh. It's so damn annoying. I liked being all indie-techno with my music. Brokencyde better not fly onto Spin1038 or FM104. I would kill myself, or just chop my ears off so I wouldn't have to listen to the horrible fan girl crys of 'BC13 MOTHERFUCKERSSS' and they'd all die their hair green and wear fuckloads of eyeliner and tiny studded belts around their heads. Ughhhhhhhh. That'd be the apocalypse. I'd go into hiding.



Well, that's it. Because there's no in school gossip cus I'm not in school.

But anyway.... KEITH AND CHRIS MET.
XDXDXDXD

LUCY LOVES YOUUUU
(:
~XOXOX

B00.

Crazy apeshit bullshit procrastinate penis.
Yo, homeskillets.
A lot has happened since the last post. And it's only my fault that I haven't posted.
Well, about 10 minutes after I posted, that relationship ended. And then the night before last another one started, and last night, he ended it. I was broken up with twice in two weeks... hahaha. I fail. Oh well. I felt pretty shitty about it for likeeeee the whole night but then this morning it was like 'Ahh fuck it, it's Summer, and he's pretty gay'. Likeeeee. Yeah. He is gay. To be honest, most of the boys in my area are going to end up homosexual or homeless. Because it's a rural town, practically just a farm with a Tesco and Xtravision. I mean, most of the kids hang at the playground or tesco or in their houses, it's certainly not suburbia, or anywhere else for that matter. It's...original in a shitty way. Likeeeeeee........ ermmm......Al Gore.

ERgghhhhhhhhhhhh.
Well yeah.
TTYl,
just a brief update.
LUCY XOXO

Mehhh crushes.

OH Haaaiii.

Well you know how I said that I wasn't dumped?
10 minutes after I posted, I got dumped. His reason: He didn't have enough time.
*Cough* LIE *cough*. The next day Keeva and Keith told me zee real reason was because he didn't like hanging out with me. IRONYYYYYY muchos. I dunno. Anyways, I was surprisingly upset by it all, and spent my morning moping, crying and eating noodles, but then Ashbear, the saviour that she is, came over and we ate expensive Swiss chocolate and oreos and watched Harry Potter and The Chamber Of Secrets. And threw bracelets at his msn picture on my computer screen. Jonny was a lot of help confidence-wise, with all this self-esteem boosting 'you're smoking hot' talk and 'he doesn't deserve you'. Fun fun fun. XD Fuck him, maaaaaan. I gots my own life and I'm moving on to bigger *oo-er* and better things. I already like two new people. That's a confusing dilemma though. Because I do still like the ex. Dammit. I have strong feelings for all three of 'em. Fuck them hormones, they ruin everything. Roflmao.

Welllllllllllz, I have a photoshoot with Scotford tomorrow, me and Keeva be posing. Likeee.. supamodels. Merissa and Fiona did a shoot, and the thing that struck me was the clear skin. Nobody our age has clear skin... especially Fiona cus she doesn't wear foundation. Scott edited out all the crapness, so me and Keeva will have all these photos of us looking spectacularmazingasm. (:

Errrmmmmmmmmmm, oh yes, and there's this other thing about a dastardly cheating boyfriend who has this hottie, intelligent girlfriend and is cheating and it's all tangly and oh noesssss... it's turning into a Mean Girl/John Tucker fiasco. :(


That's really it, in fairnessssss. Although yesterday, that was fun, reeeaaaaal fun.

Hahaha. Well I'mma go.
So TTYYLLLLLLLL losers/lovers.
LUCYXOXO

Hey hater... sign languageee...middle finger

Haii Thurrrr.
Muchos Poptart to you all.
Urrmmm. Yawwh.
1 comment on last point, I may possibly re-delete this blog just for the sake of reason and how NOBODY even reads this. Well, todaii so far is trés boring cus peeps are in town and I'm at home doing nothing and I don't feel good and I'm bored outta my tree.

Life in Ireland is so monotonous. It's literally eat, sleep, shit, hang out. There are hardly any good concerts over here. Metro Station, Muse, Green Day and Placebo are coming and that's IT. I mean, the town I come from produced a fine young band called Above Control, but our youth's insatiable hunger for rock cannot be eased with ONE HOMEGROWN BAND. I would eat my foot in excitement and ecstasy if The Academy Is... or Death Cab played Ireland. I mean, I know.... 3 fans! So it could be one of those indie underground gigs. I've never been to one of them, that could be quite scintillating.

Ahaha, and we got kicked out of the playground earlier in the week for talking about butt sex loudly. It took me a second to notice that it was filled with kids. I don't even know where the conversation started at. I mean.. lemme think.... errm...... maybe we were talking about gays. Wait.... I think we were talking about incest because there was this huge traveller wedding on at the local church and there was a horse drawn cinderella carriage and pink limo and frilly blue dresses and everything. Haha. Roflcopter.

If I'm alone all day I will be a danger. And I wasn't broken up with. I'm just a paranoid freak of a person. Clappedy clap.

LUCYXOXO

Bl0G IS BAACK. Rawr. :]

OMFGGGGZ.
Well, hai guys.
Sorry about the downtime the blog had.
My cousin told my aunt, and my aunt ratted me out to my mom.
My mom had a bloody cow, so I deleted the blog and then undeleted it, changed the url and name to Muchos Poptart. I'm beginning to like Muchos Poptart better than Candy Shop Cocaine.

I did begin to miss it, and I was terrriblé bored without it so... yawh it's back? Did you miss it... hmm? Comment on zee topic down below, like where this post's vagina would be... get ma' drift?

Lifee. Err. It seems to be getting better, kinda. But I'm still the utterly confused, tiny blonde tramp I was before. And I fail at lifeeeee. Like Dan does. Haaaha. I got boyfriended by the guy I liked. I got fed up of holding it in, get what I'm saying? So on msn, I just cassuuaaallllyyy asked who he was lurving and he said nobody. At that part, I was kinda worried. 'Cus, in my head, I was about to make a general arsey loon of myself. So he asked me the same question, to which I replied 'not saying'... which is my retarded way of being mysterious and alluring. And then it went like..'please?'..'no.' for ages. Until I finally just said..' Kai I like yuu.' And then he goes maybe I like you too...(which confused me 'cus he just said he liked nobody? XD the male species will never make muchos sense). So then he goes 'wanna go out?'. If you can't guess my answer, go get your head checked. Haha.

Only problem is that I get this odd feeling that he's gonna break up with me now, and Chris said he got that feeling when Aoife was about to break up with him, and sure enough, that night she DID break it off. That made my paranoia worse.. it's like 'kthxbai chris' XD.

And Keeva and Ashbear are talking to me again, apparently, most peeps are neutral in the 'hating lucy' thing. Bar, laiiikee, Laura and Merissa and shit, but likee I care. My boyfriend has bigger tits... sorry, I try not to bitch, but it had to be said. And it's offense to them, not to him. XD

Nothing else to say, but I need comments, so if you bothered reading, comment!
Even as anonymous, even be a bitch!
XD

Well, Lucy is out...
BYEEE OXOX

WTF?

Thursday Evening, 7.26pm

Hello, my peepses,
I'm so sorry for being unfaithful as of late! I'm such a bitch ass with my darn procrastination, I did the same with studying. Speaking of studying, test results back today... DX. Okay, the test was on five months of education, two of which I was absent for. I was hardly expected to ace them anyway, if ya get my drift. Well, I mostly got B's and C's, one D, one no grade and an A in English. Yawwhh, for all of you who haven't guessed, I N/Ged in Maths. Also, I'm s'posed to be getting braces next week. Grrr. It's all getting to me.

Apparently, according to the fucking parentals, I'm now getting grinds in Maths for the rest of the SUMMER!!!! And then the braces. And then everything else that's little and insignificant compared to everyone else's problems. It's just stressing me out so much, to the point that some days I cry for hours, for no apparent reason. And my hair is still falling out. I don't get it, I have SUCH A GREAT LIFEEEE. I'm such a cunt! I don't deserve such a great life, I'm never happy anyway. I don't get it, I'm so lucky to have a nice family, and good friends, and shelter, and food, and rest, and money and everything, but even then I'm so upset by little things, and I don't want any of it. I'm such a selfish littlee cowwww.

22 followers.

Guys, I don't feel like posting now, but everyone, leave comments.
Advice?

LUCY XO

Blackholes and revelaaaaations.

Friday Afternoon, 16.22pm


Hello interwebs,
I'm so filled with creative enthusiasm that I had to blog right now, without any pictures taken today.

In case you all got ran over before I posted and now have amnesia, my name is Lucy.
Hehe, 7 days exactly since the start of the Summer break. One of those days spent with an actual human being (aka. Kate) and the other six I spent
hanging out with my mom, dad and sister. Wooo, what a great life, dare I add? Apologies for the infrequent posting problemo, I'm just too damn lazy,
and I procrastinate a lot. I kept saying... 'Oh yeah, I'll just make a blog post now' and then it ends up unfinished in my drafts. You blog-readers would
have a total field day in my blog drafts. Only one comment on the last post, blog readers. If nobody cares about this blog, I really will shut it down.
Awhaw, this post needs at least 2 comments and 1 clicky-rate thingy that isn't 'crapola' or I'll shut this bitch straight motherfucking down. I have 20 followers and the last post got 2 comments. What am I doing wrong here, peoples? *headdesk*


I had a lot of revelations today. In a supermarket with my mom. A lot of interesting things happen to me in supermarkets, especially lately. Firstly, while my mom did some grocery shopping, I trekked off to the book shop. I had... €30 euro with me, not one cent my own, mind you. Hoping to get at least two books. Lalala... I basically skipped over to the young adult section to see if the Georgia Nicolson finale was out, or the Airhead sequel. To my horror, my face started melting into my jaw line in realization. 95% of the books were about vampires. Top shelf: Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn. Next shelf: Four series of books about vampires. Next shelf: The same. What has the world become of?! I ended up getting three books: My Not So Simple Life by Joanna Nadin, Scatterheart by Lili Wilkinson (Lili Wilkinson...the name flows really well, don't you think?) and Beautiful Dead (Book 1- Jonas) by Eden Maguire. None about vampires, but they were basically the only ones that weren't.

Another thing I noticed was that at 2pm, all the good looking men arrive at your local supermarkets. I mean, single divorcee women, get your asses down to your supermarket right now.... well, if it's 2pm when you read this, do. It was packed with eye-candy, like a shipping box full of eye-candy. One of the men that truly stood out was a tall, slim man in a pinstripe suit, with black thick rimmed glasses, and short brown hair. He was standing at the coffee counter with a newspaper under his arm and my insides practically melted. It was like *sensegasm*. For some reason, guys in suits are always turn-ons to me. It's the whole, clean, crisp, I-took-my-time-today-to-look-like-a-Boss-model kinda thing. Yummm.

The final thing I noticed is that my mom is a total saint and I feel crappy and unworthy when I'm around her. We were driving to the supermarket in her Rav, and we come across a small older man stumbling around on the road, looking rather lost and bewildered. He clearly had some sort of special need and I didn't really think much of it, him stumbling bewildered, I mean. My mom was a bit baffled and kept her eye on him. Suddenly, he starts walking onto a busy junction. That's when my mom, the christian she is, opens her door, and offers the man a lift. She escorts him to the safe side of the road, helps him into the car, does his seatbelt. When we were in the supermarket, she opened his door for him, after she left him right in front of the door. My mom, she isn't Hitler, but she most certainly doesn't save puppies for a living or anything. I felt kinda bad for the man anyway, he must have a pretty hard time. So, yeah, moral of story, Lucy has saintly mom.

Lucy has done NONE of her Summer list thing. Mostly because you need friends to do any of the things on the list. I'll make another, easier, simpler, shorter list for myself to achieve...next blog. Hehe.

Twilight phenomenon has already been mentioned in this post, but I remembered something that I noticed in the bookshop now. The Host isn't such a crappy book. Twilight, and the rest of the saga, just don't flatter her abilities. I'm going to be as blunt and Lucyrific as I possibly can be here, and this is a fact: Twilight is just High School Musical gone emo. Think about it. Okay, Twilight isn't a musical, I get it. But it's the same basis: Boy meets girl, forbidden by peer group, in the end, happily ever after. The Host totally pwns Twilight. Twilight has no sex scenes because it's based towards twelve year olds, but The Host has one.... even though in the end nothing happens because the dude has no contraceptive devices 'cus he's like living in the desert, hiding from the alien-human mabobbers. I think I just ruined the book. Hehe.

Lovewise, Lucy is still single. But she has mixed feelings towards a person or two, and no, no matter who you are, I'm not gonna disclose who I like or kinda like or don't like. I noticed that I've been fed bullshit that I've only ever had a crush. IMHO, Love is when you see this particular person or even just someone who looks like them, your heart beats a little faster and your stomach gets fuzzy, when you regret everything you say and feel like facepalming, when you try to subtly ignore them but end up subtly stalking them, when you'd do anything just for them to feel the same way. Even if you don't know the person, even if you have never talked to them, that's love, my friend. And that's why I believe in internet dating, even though I don't do it myself.

Listening to Almost Here, the 2005 The Academy Is... album a lot lately. It's just my kinda beat, and their best album to me. Erm... oh yesssss, I have some bands that I recently started loving that you guys should know about:

• Nickasaur!
• A Cursive Memory
• Surrender The Dancefloor
• Rocket Summer
• The Secret Handshake
• The Media Says
• The Maine
• Hit The Lights

Yeah, go check them out!

Something else I realized (gosh, this post is just filled with revelations....blackholes and revelations... rofl) is that Carls Jr. is paying all the big name youtubers except Fred to make videos about their Portabello Mushroom burger. Sxephil, Nigahiga, Hot For Words, iJustine, Smosh and more. Yikeeees. Smosh and Nigahiga ones are my favourite. Natalie/Communitychannel would've totally hit a project like that outta the ball park. Like....swwwwwwwwsssssshhhhhhh, and if you guys haven't checked out her hoedown throwdown in a bear costume with her singing, check it, it's on her channel. :)

Well, that's all that mattered to me today, bitches.
Remember the comment ultimatum, and pleaseeee tell your friends.
Whoever tells their friends gets a sign from me for their a-magical forum signature/bebo/facebook/myspace/etc... XD
LUCY XOXO

L-O-V-E is just another word I'll never learn to pronounce.

20.54pm, Monday Evening.




Ughhh... Spent my day doing relatively nothing. Woke up, slightly more swine fluey. Feeling crappy, like most days. Most of the morning, I lounged around lazily. Then I popped off for some Summer shopping with my mom and sister. Just Penneys/Primark and H&M, got a very Lady Gaga Skirt, short black pencil skirt with a large white bow covering the ass. I <3 the skirt. L-O-V-E. But every single one of the people who hate me now, the ex-friends as I affectionately call them, have had or have great relationships. I am so unbelievably jealous. I don't have the same qualities as them, I'm not as nice, or talented, or perfect, or pretty *etc* but still... does that mean I'll be single forever? Probably. I mean, there are so many people who are my age who are completely, irrevocably in love. It's getting odd, it's actual love at this stage. I guess it's mental acceleration. Kids nowadays are brought up thinking underage sex, drinking and boxing weed is normal. Why not love? I dunno.
Susan Boyle was sent for mental assessment after the Britain's Got Talent final. Some news.
Grr.... short post.
I'm not making much sense. I just ate four slices of peanut butter on toast, I think I'm going to officially throw up, so I'd better go.

I leave you with an embed of Bell X1's Natalie.
One of my favourite songs ever.
Enjoy.
LUCYXOXO