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

Where average activities go downhill at fast rates.

Whats with all the things I'm growing to hate? Last time it was not knowing things, now it's knowing things and chinese whispers. Oh the horror of life. So I found out what people were saying, talk about anti-climax. It's like making a mountain out of a mole. It's not even a molehill, it's not even a mole, it's a facial mole. -.- People really over-react nowadays. Well, apparently it's more psychological than anything else so maybe I'm just not seeing the bad part of it. XD Oh well.

Ehm, the chinese whispers thing. Oh, now here is something complicated. Friend K said something about Friend F's boyfriend on Friday in English. It wasn't a very nice something. Well, two not very nice somethings. She doesn't even know the boy and she called him ugly and gay. 'Very Ugly' I might add. Yeah, okay, he acts the tweensiest bit gay, like, he used to wear eyeliner and he owns a GHD. And he says 'wuv u.' XD But he's really not that ugly and Friend K has never even seem him. So I didn't think this was fair, so I told him what she had been saying. He wasn't, like, angry, but he was pretty pissed off. The only reason I told him in the first place was because if people were saying shit behind my back, I would prefer to know. And he kind of had the right to know that someone was saying stuff? And theeen on Monday, everyone blew it all up, apparently Friend K had been kidding around (even though she said it damn seriously) and then Friend Z asked her what she thought of Friend F's boyfriend to find out if she was serious or not and Friend K replied an ugly, emo, skater guy who acts gay. I don't think he even skates to be honest? XD And now I'm in trouble for saying stuff I shouldn't have said even though I was just acting on instinct.

I seriously need to say out of other people's business. It's not even a habit, it's a lifestyle. It's the whole reason I needed to change in the first place, and even though I'm trying my hardest, it keeps rearing it's ugly head. My past is carrying itself into my future and it's not even controllable! I'm a monster, a vicious gossiping machine, who needs to be stopped before everyone in my path gets hurt. I need to learn to shut my damn pie-hole at the worst of occasions. I'm even fed up of myself. It's sad when you realize that your greatest foe is yourself, when you realize who you are for once but can't seem to get a grip. It's life, and it's a bitch. I remember reading a quote once:

"Life's a bitch, then you die"

Ahh. I'll get over it all soon. For the time being, I'll distract myself through the internet or sketching or maybe just ducks. I quite like ducks. They're all fluffy and they have wings but they can't fly. They remind me of myself, bar the fluffy part. I've got all the things I need to change, but I just can't do it.

Also, remember that Amanda woman in a post below? That was actually Keeva. I devised the nickname so her sister wouldn't know that Keeva and Scott actually broke up again after going back out. :S And her sis knew nothing about Dave either. But none of it matters now, because Keeva and Dave broke up. More like Keeva broke up with Dave. Poor Davey. ):

Keeva must sound really mean, but she's actually not. She just shocks people XD. I mean she's like, smart. She never does too much wrong, to be honest. And she knows when to break things off. Neither Keeva nor Dave thought it was working out, but Dave wanted to work through it, apparently. Keeva didn't want to. I admire her, a lot, to be honest. And if she's reading this, I give you props, my grasshopper. She is what women should aim to be. Independant, strong, brave etc. And no, I do not have a lesbian crush on her, I simply admire her XD.



Well.
I was home sick today because of my sore back.
:S
Owweee.
I blame the damn physio and that new exercise ball of mine.

Talk ta' ya's laterrrr....
Lucy
xoxo


Lucy's Soundtrack:

1. Everysee- Paper Tank
2. Emergency- Paramore
3. I Don't Love You- My Chemical Romance
4. Time Is Running Out- Muse
5. American Idiot- Green Day
   

The Tales Of Toastial Therapy

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Bored out of my wits.

I have the most boring life ever.
That's why I'm not posting, I'm waiting for good things to happen.
I don't really fancy anyone.
And I'm sick today.
No youth club Friday, so some homeys coming my place instead, I think.
My mom only said maybe,
I shouldn't have invited peeps yet. xD

I have physio tonight, for my back, slightly scared about that.
:S

Wish me well.
Commenttt
Also, please tell your friends!
Without followers and commenters,
This'll be closed down :S

LUCY
xx

My greatest apologies, readers of all ages.
My interwebs was broken because of my silly bald father playing around with the Wi-Fi box.
I am literally more technologically able than that dad of mine, and he's got the experience of 30 or odd years and a job that involves laptops and smart phones. xD

Well, not too much has happened of late. Georgia was totally obsessed with Dave though, Dave and 'Amanda'* started going out on Saturday (big yay :D) and Georgia was pissed off all day after she found out. XD I shouldn't laugh even if she claimed he was the love of her life etc. Which was truly hilarious.

Well, things are good etc and I'll write back again soon.
COMMENT PLEASE
Without comments, this blog will be shut down
):

Lucy
xx

*Amanda's real name cannot be disclosed
She knows who she is
And she'll thank me for it later.

Shiny Sparkly New Lucy

Well Hello There.
So, basic update of my life just so you guys know exactly how I feel.

For once, I am not captivated by anyone, which is a really good thing, because then I don't end up heartbroken by something that would never happen! xD I mean, sure, it would be awesome to have a boyfriend, but I want to stay young, free and single for a while, and if they want me, they should make the effort. I'm fed up of bothering my ass about one of those little men/boy/guy things when all I get in return is a pile of imaginary shit.

I'm also beginning not to care as much about being all ugly and crapola, mostly because it pisses people off for some odd reason. And there are worse things going on in the world then my large unshapely nose XD. When I'm older, theres always surgery and I'm just going to have to live with my ugly self for the time being. (:

I am getting more lyrical inspirations than usual. Quotes I hear or articles I read trigger the musician part of my brain and lyrics flood out like tsunamis of soft, pretty words. I'll post some of the lyrics later, I'm writing some as I speak. Most are about heartbreak and nature and sad stuff and being with people and want. Like everyother song written before me. EG. The way songs just should be and not about hookers and making heads spin with blowjobs. I mean, Flo Rida is topping the charts with this:

....You spin my head right round, right round,
When you go down,
When you go down,
Now....

I mean. Ewwh. XD
Clearly not about tying his laces.



And a little bit of a to-do list is needed to clear the rest up:

• Gain Morals
• Shut my trap more often
• Blog everyday
• Stop drinking energy drinks
• Learn to love myself
• Woof.

So, The reason I have to gain morals and shut my trap is that my friends dropped me because I'm mean and wrong. So that is why I abandoned the old blog aswell and it's why Candy Shop Cocaine exists. They were right though. If I hadn't started changing my ways, I would've gone straight to hell. Or Poland. Whichever is worse. It's pretty hard to change my bitchy side into special new shiny Lucy, and it shines through sometimes, it's creepy dark tendrils sucking through the life I'm beginning to lead.


Oui Oui.
Well, I'm stumped.
I will talk later.
LucyLu
<3_xo.

Hello There :D

This is Lucy, the new improved one, who doesn't bitch on her blog for any random reason, unless it is something terrible that I need to let out and then apologize for later. :P
My old blog is still there, peoples, it's just not being used, so if you want the original run down...

CLICK HERE, BABES

Well, my life is boring mostly.
I mean, I'm single all the time. Which leads to not a lot of excitement.
Except like stuff like others and what not.

Random Note...
Eh Yes. Keeva and Scott broke up. Which shocked me a lot. And Keeva's sister was crazy upset. And Scott must feel absolutely terrible. Like YOWZA YOWZA terrible. Poor Scott.

Ma ha ha. Well.
I'm going to go change the settings and stuff.
:P
Become a follower, ladies (:


Talk tya Later
LucyLu
<3_xo.