&&. The Primary Dream.

Starting With Something...Just Something.//
_______________________
Hours Passed Like Minutes, Days Passed Like Hours
Before I Knew It, I Was In Next Week,
Dazzled By A Simplicit Blur.
&& When All Stars Fade, && Time Stands Still.
I'll Still Be Thinking Of Our Chaos
&&.The Dreams We Revelled In.
_______________________

Feck.
It's Been Too Long My Little Love Fern.
Argh. Two Straight Drunken Nights.
Being Helped Upstairs By A Graceful Grapefruit,
Photo's Being Taken By Me...That I Can't Fully Comprehend
Oh &&. Also My Typing Has Gone To Balls.
The Keyboard Is A Mass Of Letters And Numbers,
Trouble Is I Can't Really Differenciate From The Two.

My Recently Busy Schedule Has Given Me Alot Of Food For Thought.
I Stopped Writing And Began Doing. &&. In So I Noticed A Few Things.
Everyone Gets To A Point Where Time Just Seems To Stand Still.
Worse Than That, When It Flies By.
For Many Sixth Year Students, Such As Myself,
It Feels As Though We Merely Blinked And Went From
Getting Trodded On For A Sausage Roll To Being The Trodders Themselves.
Summer Exams Changed To Leaving Certs And Friends Changed To Strangers.
A Local Fellow [Ken.] Shared Some Advice With Me In The Months Aproaching Sixth
Year.
''Be Careful About Sixth Year, Enjoy It, But Be Prepared For People To Come Out Of Their
Box''.
Being So Close To Many Of My Fellow Students I Thought His Notion Absurd And Considered
Myself An Exception, Exempt From The Foolish Idea.
Well I Couldnt Have Been More Wrong.

People From My Wonderful Ty Days Have Up And Grown New Personalities.
Its Gone From Having Endless Conversations With Friends Over The Phone After Seeing
Them For A Full School Day, To Struggling To Find Words To Fill An Awkward Silence.
And What Are We To Do When Every Single Comrad That Surrounds Us
Seems To Have An Alterior Motive?
Have We Gone From Having A Favourite Chum To A Favourite Aquantance?

In Primary School, Fights Where Over Who Got The Last Crayon Or Who Was Cooler, Huggy Bear Or Annie Apple?
And After A Skip In The Yard All Anger Was Forgotten.
Are We Still Living The Primary School Dream That Problems After Three O Clock Don't Exist?
Or Better Yet
Do We Still Hold Onto The Notions That There Is Such A Thing As
'Best Friends Forever?'

Rant Over?
Pur-Lease. Im Hungry.
x.

&&.I'll Have A Time Machine With That FlippyDop.//

Dear Everyone.
Happy 2nd Of November.
Feck, I Thought It Was Still The First.
Last Day Of Midterm.
Last Two Hours To Be Exact.
Major Sigh.
Midterm Was One Of My Best.
Lots Of Sleepovers With Him, Lots Of Shopping
&&. Drinking.
Halloween, Usually A Holiday With Some Many Unfulfilled Expectations
Was Actually Great This Year.
Drink Fuelled Fun In The Warmth Of A Bonfire.
Along With A Finnish Girl, Two Spice Girl Fans, A Parent Who Wants To Send Me To A Vet
&& This Amazing Mad Lady
Who I Enjoy Conversing With While Intoxicated
Even If I Do Accidentally Headbutt Her In The Process Of A Drunken Hug.

I Love Midterms. But Hate Them.
Ruckus Has A Problem With Them Too.
You Get A Taste Of Freedom In Midterms.
A Taste Of College Life &&. A Taste Of Bitterness Of
Realising Your Still Months Away From Summer &&.
That Actual Routine.
A Taste Of What Your Life Would Actually Be Like Without
Responsibilities &&. Where Your Priorities Lye.
Midterms Are Great. Any Breaks Are. But There's Always
A Certain Jeering Essense About Them.
Its Like The Schools Way Of Saying
''Right Look Here Kiddos. We'll Give You A Nice Nap
But Your Fuckin Getting Your Ass Back In A Week''.
Not So Nice.

Another Not So Nice Thing This Week.
Supposed Friends.
Hahahahahahahaha.
It Makes Me Laugh How Much I Regret Trusting People.
Simple BestFriend Rules Where Broken To The Max
Over This Week.
Funny How Easily A Friendship Can Be Thrown Away
&&. How Easily Things Could Have Been Mended If They
Had Attempted To Explain The Situation Or The Actual Event
To Me In Person/Phone/Text/Email/Bebo.
But Nada. It Seems Said Person Had Other Ideas On Her Mind.
But Lets Face It, When Have You Put Others First?.

&&. These Are The Only Lines You Will Be Wasting Because
Discussing This, You, Honestly, Is A Waste.
There's A Difference Between Being An S.B
&&. A Friend.
Somewhere Along The Lines, You Forgot.
Pity.

When Everythings Going Great&&. Everything Down
To A Simple Cup Of Coffee && Chicken Make You Happy,
Its Hard Not To Be Pragmatic [Realistic DollyBird.//=]
About Your Life &&. Your Current Way Of Living.
We Forget To Be Cautious Until Something Hits Us
&&. Brings Us Back Down To Earth.
Whether Its Old Memories Or A Dramatic Event.
Why Is It, Everytime Things Are Going Well,
Something As Simple As The End Of A MidTerm Can Drag Us
Back Down?
Are We Setting Ourselves Up For Disappointment Or
Can There Simply Be Too Much Of A Good Thing?

Better Yet.
Does Everything Happen For A Reason?

Rant Over?
Stitched Me A Headbutt In My Sleep.
Good Times.

x.//

&&. Its Something Called Brute Oblivion.

Iceland. Amazing.
Social Life. Okay.
English Homework?
PaHa. A Joke.
Honestly, It Seems I've Mentioned The Fact I Have An Enormity Of
English Work To Be Doing Every Time I Click New Blog.
Twud Seem The Life Of The Socially Capable Must Have A Fluency Unlike
No Other To Get Through A Weekend Without Being Bogged Down At
A Computer.
Anywhere To Get Silence.

Speaking Of Silence, I Made A Returned Visit To My Second Habbitat
To Discover An Intrusion.
An Invasion Of The Knacker Kind If You Will.
The Silence I Knew As An Under Age Attendant
Has Sprout Into A Basin Of Vincent&&Foreign [When I Say Foreign, I Mean Non-Louth.]
Visitors.
I Beckon&&Urge My Old Silence To Conform Back To Its Original Majesty..
Or Suffer The Loss Of Some Regulars.

Not To Mislead You.
The Other Night Was In Fact One Of The Best.
But Not Due To The Bleak Bismol That Was The Atmosphere.
Jesus, Gestures && Gimics Where Welcomed The Other Night.
Quite Funny, Quite Lovely, Quite Amazing TBH.

Ruckus && I Had A Talk Concerning Changing Fashions.
The Love Of Lazy Sundays, Gossips, Nights Out, Days Out. Old Memories && New Loves.
The Place To Be Years Ago Was The Blackrock Community Centre On A Friday Night,
Months Ago It Was A House Party Warped Up At The Last Minute && Now Its A Combination Of Relaxing With A Friend Or Partner Teamed With Memories Of A Different Lifestyle.
As Always Another Caffenated Talk Lead To New Questions/Notions Spiralling Into View.
We Seem To Be Surviving Amongst Many Companions&&Aquantances That Have Their Own Problems.
Lets Face It, Thats Obvious. We Often Meet People At The Wrong Time && Visa Versa.
Whether We're Having A Bad Hair Day, A Groggy Day, A Bitchy Day, A Mother Is Annoying My Cranium Day. Which Ever.
But We Also Have Other Days. A Confession Day. An Inspiring Day, Or Indeed For Ruckus.
A Relisation Day.
Certain Things Change. We Change. We've Met This Topic Before.
But People Drift Together && Indeed Apart Every Single Day Of Our Lives.
What Does It Take To Try && Recover A Failing Relationship, Whether Thats Friendship Or A Partnership.
Can We Turn Around A Downhill Slip Every Time Around
Or
Are Certain Things Just Inevitable?

Is There A Point When We Just Have To Let Go Of The Past
&& Give Into A New Future?

Rant Over?
Its A Long Time Coming.

x.//

&&. Where Does It Go?

Instead Of Basking In The Light Of My Recently Uptained A In English
I'm Still Suprised About, I Have Another Essay To Scrawl Up.
&&. With My Soon Departure To Iceland Tomorrow Night,
It's Gonna Be A Tricky Situation, Esp. With My Even Sooner Poetry Question
Due Up This Friday, Sometime While I'm Circling The Blue Lagoon.

A Recent Ruckus Conversation Of The Relationship Sort,
As Per Usually, Has Circled Around A Paticular Theme
So To Speak. Everyone Has Past Issues. Things That Haunt Us,
Whether It's An Embarrassing Moment That NOBODY Knows About,
Whether It's A Fear Of Those Emotions That NOBODY Knows About,
Or If Its Fear Of Words. Past Issues Have Provided Us For The Basis
Of The Ground We Lead Our Life Today && Although Talking Through
Problems Is A Good Starting Place, Is There A Point When You
Just Can't Talk Without Fear Of A Pandora's Box?
Although We Communicate, Is Their A Fear Of Communication?
Of Simple Words?

This Weeks Society Seems Very Much Persuasion Focused.
Our Powers Over People. That Whipped Factor That Although So
Many People Wish To Uptain I'd Run Away From. Having A''Whipped''Relationship
So To Speak Would Have Me Running For The Hills Rather Than Running
After Someone && Visa Versa. Experiences Have Thought Us Sympathy, Empathy
&& Labotomy.
We Can't Alter Our Way Of Life Without Past Problems Or Errors Showing Us
Our Mistakes. The Little Ways Of Living, The Little Feelings, That Little Song That
Made You Think Of A Little Time.
All In All.
We All Have A Past.
But Is It Merely A Case Of ''What Not To Do's'' For The Future?

Rant Over?
In The End, Is It Only The Little Things That Count?

DollyBird, Get Back To Work.
=]
x.

&&.Blare The Music && Fucking Scream Me A Song.

Start With An Intro Today I Think:

Crank Up The Music, Blind My Ear.
Your Opinon && Voice Is All I Hear.
So Fuck Up The Sound, && Trash
My Kind.
Drown Out The Trace Of You On My Mind.

Currently Seeking Refuge With Windows Media Player.
______

Well Kido's && Eamonn. Shalom.
Update In Order According To Demand.
Technology. How Did I Survive Without It.
Recently My Computer Took A Snooze.
Overworked.
Don't We All Need A Break?
Today. Fuck Yes.
Why Don't Some People JUST GIVE IT A BREAK?
&& Why Is It, Certain Individuals Continue To Push My
Buttons When They Should KNOW THEIR LIMITS.

Today, I Uptained An 'A' For An English Essay For Our First Test Of The Year.
We Get Monthly Examinations.
Yeh I Know, Sucks Ass.
Anywho, I Was Lead To Believe The Essay Was...How You Say...Balls?
However I Receiving Alot Of Encouragment, An Applause && Tears So It Makes Me Wonder.
Are We Our Own Worse Critic?
Think. How Many Times Have You Looked In The Mirror && Thought
"I Can't Leave The House"
I Believe We Need Support Around Us, Whether Its A Boyfriend Or Friends To Back Up
Your Esteem At Times.
But How Can That Help When The First Thing They Do Is Jump To The Bad Points Without Sitting On The Fence Or Indeed On Your Side.
Which Brings Me To:

Are Some People Just Invented To Make Us Feel Less Of Ourselves?
Ruckus Had Noticed Some Attention Craving Shits Over The Past Two Weeks.
I'm Talking ''Me, Me, Me'' People.
Apparently They're Surrounding Us.
The Self-Obssessed Orbit Us At School, Work, Family Life && Indeed The Group Dynamic Of
The Social Elites&&Disfunctionals.
So Much So, I Sit && Higher Up My Music Till It Drowns Out Even The Sound Of Thoughts.


We're Brought Up To Believe We Should Love Ourselves
But There Comes A Point, && Its Clear To See,
Those Who Justify This Theory Too Litterally.
Even Close Companions. There Are Times When Others Cannot See It But Yourself
Which Leads To Think Are These People Actually The Insecure Ones Who Require The Attention, Or Is It Us?
Are We Simply Just Paranoid?


Rant Over?
You Can't Even Attempt To Grasp How Pissed Off I Am.

x.

&&. Is It Just About Butterflies?

Another Inspired Talk From Ruckus.
Yah. I've Changed The Name.
Just A Better Selection For My Minions=]

Another Caffenine Inspired Gossip.
Another Query Raised.
Butterflies.
It Seems We're Living In A Society That Its All About
The First Time Feeling.
The First Kiss, The First Public Display Of Affection, The First Meeting
Of The Parents. I Believe Its These Feelings Which Make A Relationship
Worth While &&. Not Just These But The Continuation Of Every ''First''s
Which We All Know There Are Plenty Of.
However, Talking To Ruckus Made Me Realise, Some People Just Don't
Give You That Flutter, Or Your Skipped Heart Beat Everytime You See
Their Face && Not Only That, But Give You The Exact Opposite Approach To
Butterflies. Like Tummy Torture ...Or Moths.
In Our Fast Paced World, Everything Seems To Change Before We Even Take Notice.
Whether Its Flufa's Personality Or Hairstyles,
From Costa Iced Coffee's To Relationships.
It Seems Some People Are Not Worth Seeking Potential
Even Though It Could Be Under The Surface.
We Feel The Need To Avoid Our Moths && Spend Our Time Sat Around
A Telly Instead Of The Risk Of Bumping Into A Failed Pest.

Which Leads Me To Wonder:
Are We Giving In Instead Of Going Out &&
Does Boredom Eventually Take Over?

Well, To Be Honest, Boredom Has Set In.
In The Past Of Course.
&&. It Could For People Out There.
But For Now, Ruckus Is Happy.
But Believe Me When I Say, The Questions Won't Stop.
Just To Keep You On Your Toes.
=]

Dance Bitch.
Dance.

Rant Over?
Mmmmm. Rum Later Flufa. Bing Loves Ging.

x.

&&.Trust Tension?

Usually I Thought It Was A Parents Influence&& Stresses
That Could Be Passed Down Through The Ages.
But It Would Seem Relationship Histories Have Also Impacted
A Mental && Trust Blockage Into Our Brain Cells.
I Was Talking To My Trusty Aquantance [ I Have Many, Believe Me, Its
Not Just One Girl With ALOT Of Issues], && She Backed Up
My Notion That Severe Paranonia Can Lead From The End Of One
Relationship To The Next.

As If There Isn't Enough Issues Plagueing Teengaers These Days,
They Have To Continue Them && Pass Them On, Like A Cold...
Or A Lamp.
Aquantance...[Lets Name Aquantance Instead Of Giving Away The Identy
Of My Problem Infested Friends..]
Imogen.
I Like Imogen.
Always Have. Reminds Me Of Imagine. Which, The Dreamer I Am, Does Alot Of.

So Imogen, My Trusty Friend, Let Me In On A Secret.
Its Never Easy Going, After Getting Hurt && Experiencing
A Huge Change In Your Life && Its Easy To Get Emotions
Confused Or Have Them Clouded So That Its Hard To See
What Sometimes Is Right In Front Of You, Unless Its A Bad
Thing.

Which Leads Me To A Simple Question:
Does It Have To Hurt, To Make It Better?

Rant Over?
Its Not About The Time, Its About The Exception=]

x.

&&. Is There Such A Thing As A Guy Guarantee?

BACK TO SCHOOL.
Believe Me...
It's Not As Bad As I Make It Out To Be.
Sixth Year So Far Is Kicking Fifths Ass.
True I've Been In For...A Total Of Five Days.
But Still.

&&. Btw I Was Completely Right In Thinking I'd Be Having
Withdrawl Symptoms About Going Out.
I Find Myself Rolling Around My Bed Twitching With The
Demur Of An Epileptic Pigeon.
Argh. The Cacophony Of It All=[

School Inspires Alot Of Great Conversations Actually.
For Instance.
The Term-->

''Guy Guarantee''.

I Was Chatting To An Aquintance Of Mine Recently To Be Met
With A Safety Net In Male Form.
It Would Appear Us Modern Day Folk Are Supposed To All Have
A Redress In The Shape Of A Boyo.
To Put It In Other Words, Watch This Space:

A Young Single Girl. Goes Out With Her Friends, Has A Good Night.
No One Paticularly Interesting Out That Night But Her ''Guy Guarantee''.
The Person She Is Guaranteed To Fall Back On If All Else Fails.

The More&&More I Thought About It, The More&&More Girls
I Know Have This Paticular Gurantee.
But What Are The Rules Of Such A Deliberation?
What Are The...Terms&&Conditions, So To Speak, Of This Purchase?

Lets Go Back To This Girl.
Sure She Could Hook Up With Someone Else If Out.
But If The Gurantee Was Out, Is It Safe To Continue With Others?
Is There A Point, When The Guarantee Becomes More A Trap?

Rant Over?
School Brings Out The Worst In Me.
x.

&&. Let Me See Now.

Catch Up In Order?
Yah I Thought So Too.
Basically I Haven't Been Blogging Due To The
Fact That August Is Fecking Busy.
Anyone Know The Honey Bee Is Dying Out?
There's Enough Bloody Wasps Pottering Around!
Useless Creations Of An Evil Force.
Fucking Hate Them.

Nobody In The House. Woke Up && Nobody Was Here.
Would Almost Be Ghostly If I Wasn't Used To It
&& Would Be Pretty Silent If ''Okay, Time For Plan B''
Wasn't Raping The Computer Speakers To Put It Nicely.
Well That && ''Lego Haircut, A Polka Dot Dress...''
A Great Hadouken! Line.

Had My 18th Last Week.
Last Thursday.
Sergeant Sarah's Inoxegen.
Amazing Night. So Many People.
Perhaps Remembering Some Of The Night May
Have Made It Better...But Thats Just A Theory.
Amazingness Had By All.
Thank Jiminy[=
Alot Of Alcohol Consumed...Just ANOTHER Excuse To Get Drunk.
There's Been Too Many Of Them This Week Tbh.
The Pirate Party Shortly Followed My 18th.
Fnu Fnu Fnu.
&& The Partyholic I Am Decided To Go Out The Night After To Ridlleys.
Also Known As The Night Before My Debs.
A Great Ridleys. It Included Suprising Guest, A Very Drunken Meghan &&
Falling Asleep In Mini Stoop.
Just Realised The Bottom Of My Feet Are BOLLOXED.
Fuck!!
Where Was I??
Oh Right, The Debs Followed. I'm Thinking Debs Aren't Really My Scene.
Found Myself Looking At The Door A Few Times...Could Have Been To Look For Gatecrashers
Or A Near Exit.
Don't Get Me Wrong. Any Time Where Im Present With Jenieve && We're Dancing
Is Great. However, Drunken Messes Are Not So Much Fun&&Was Surrounded By Them.
The Only Solution Would Be To Join Them But Decided Against It.
I Was On Pepsi For The Majority Of The Night.
Had Mini Breakfast Rolls To Constitute An Empty Stomach.
A Deplorable Arrangement Of Food But Better Than Nothing At The Tender
Hour Of Five In The Morning.
Back Into Town For Half Six. Home&&In Bed By Eight.

Never Go Into Town After.
SUCH. A. BAD. IDEA.
I'm On About After You've Gone Home&&Slept&&Wake Up&&Hit Town.
Unless You Had A Fricking Ace Sleep. By All Means Totter On In After You
Arrive Back After The Hotel But I Swear I Think All The PepsiGlucose Had
Manipulated My Brain Into Thinking I Was Jonty!
I Only Realised There Where Clips In My Hair A Good Hour After Walking Around
The Marshes.
Not As Bad As The Time I Walked Around The Marshes With My Jacket Inside Out.
Oh Yah.
Well Embarrasing.

Another Debs Tonight.
See How This One Goes.
Good Way To Get Rid Of All The Loose Rahypnol I Have Lying Around.
[Personal Joke.]

Rant Over?
I Like Toast.

x

&&.Its New Levels Of Exhaustion.

Wow, I'm Fucked.
I'm Really Really Tired!
Sometimes I'd Rather Chew My Own Arm Off Than Move.
Uneasy Sleep After Another Silence Thursday.
Another Great Silence Thursday.
But Without The Usual Peeps.
Jenny, Oh Where Art My Ivory?
&&.Flufa, It Just Is Never The Same.

Burning The Candle At Both Ends Apparently?
Blagh. Im That Tired Im Suprised I Haven't Hit
The Floor.
Much Like I Did Last Night.
Yes.
I Fell.
In Silence.
In Front Of The Bar.
Dying Dying, Died.
&&. Again Ontop Of Meghan, Outside Amber.
Sorry To The Rose Lady.
I Think I Scuffed Her Kankles With My Bag.
Much Apoligies Senorita!

Busy Times Ahead.
Lemmi See.
Tonight: Girly Sleepover/V Pillow Fights With Jenny.[Pfft.]
Tomorrow: Town With Fatty&&...Not Sure Yet.
&& Then We've Got Ridleys On Sunday Perhaps&& Wednesday
&& The Pirate Party FINALLY. && The Two Debs && My Birthday.
Busy Times.

Funniest Episodes Of Spongebob Today=]
Random Programme. Random Times.

Rant Over?
Fuck Off. I'm Tired.

x

&&. This Is Called ''Empty Dreams''.

Empty Dreams


You promised you'd see me play Daddy,
You promised you'd see me play.
I hit that ball so far in the air
Stars begged to stay in place.

I know now you couldn't come Daddy,
People with there pity can save.
You can't imagine the scrutinizing
As I stared down on your grave.

A lot of people came Daddy,
We stood out in the rain.
A parade of sorrow faces.
A parade of sorrow pain.

I see you in my dreams Daddy,
Because in them you didn't die.
The whole world is walking past us
But all I see is You and I.

Mum said you're always with me now,
But you are nowhere in sight.
I try and stay up late some nights
So you can wish me goodnight.

I'll stay up Daddy, and wait again,
But I guess we know what this means,
For the rest of my life
I'll only ever see you in my dreams.

&&. How Do You Like Your Socks

Okay Okay Okay.
I Know. Haven't Written In Ages.
I Don't Even Know If I Can Or Should Type The Things
That Have Been Stopping Me From Updating.
[= Its All Good Though.

HMMMMMM.//.
I've Been Out Far Too Much.
Far Far Too Much.
Thursday Nights Combined With Random House Parties Combined With Alcohol.
Also Combined With Me Running After Kittens Claiming Them To Be Kitty
Fantastico...Yeh. Exactly.

Slightly Paranoid Today.
Not Sure Why.
Ever Felt Like Your A Secret?
''Dirty Little Secret?''
Hmmmm. Alot Of Things Up In The Air Atm.
So Many Things Going On. So Many People Changing.
&& I Suppose To Some Extent I Have Too.
I Mean When Something Major Happens Nobody Comes Out
The Same.
It's Not Possible.
Its Sometimes Unexpected && Unsettling But I've Already Found My
Soulmate So Thats The Only Thing That Matter.
This Blog Is Dedicated To Jenny Durnin.

I'm Scared We're That Alike.
Even Her Boyfriend Said Its Scary.
We Can Talk Telepathicly Too=]
Beat That Bitches.

Some People Are Ridiculously Selfish!!
I Was Asked By SOMEONE Last Night
To Go From My House All The Way Into The Spirit Store
&& Then Back Out To Knockbridge.
All For A Naggin.

I'm Thinking Im Going To Have Withdrawl Symptoms.
When The Big Oul September Comes Back Into Play.=/
My New Found Money Has Kept My Social Scene A Going
&&Hitting Parkes&&Silence Tonight Now For A Hen Night.
Need To Do Some Serious Gokage To My Penneys Dress=]
New Found Love Of Altering.

I Think Its Really Funny When You Hear People Talking About YOUR Life.
You Know?
Like Someone Actually Had A Conversation About YOU.
&&.You Know Rightly It Wasn't All Good.
No Matter Who It Was.

Majella's Away=]

Rant Over?

Me?Rant?...Never!
x.

&&. Where Did I Get So Lucky?

K Here's The Story.
I'm Fricken Exhausted.
But Kinda Extremely Happy At The Same Time[=
Due To The Fact That Last Week I Had No Job
&& Now I Have...Four!&&They're All Them Kinda Jobs
That Your Not Working 9-5 Either. They Contact You.
If You're Available, You'll Do It.
Its Shamazing.

Desperately Trying To Rediscover A Little Thing Called Energy Atm.
Past Two Nights Have Been Looooong Ones.
Great Ones.
Late Ones.
Another Thursday Night In Silence.
You Know How It Is.
Songs, Strutting&&Stoops.

Tehehehehehe.
&&Friday Night Was Interesting.
You Know Same Old Same Old.
Dancing On A Podium In Amber...
The Usual.
[=

My Eyes Feel Like They're Being Subjected To Labour.
That && My Knees.
Someone By The Name Of Aaron Smyth Thought It'd Be Hilarious
To Jump On A Deflating Bouncing Castle Today.
NOT SO MUCH.
I Have The Bruises To Prove So.

Approaching Pirate Party.
Chance To Show Off Some DIY.
I Mean I Made My Skirt BTW.
Jeeeez.

Rant Over?
Have I Even Started..Seriously.

x

&&. Its Called Scheduled Outrage.

Flufa&&Aisling Just After Leaving The House.
I'm Left With The Mother.
Fun.
Anyone Ever Just Stick On A Pair Of Headphones
Just To Look Like You Can't Hear Things Around You?
Whether Its A Conversation You Know Doesn't Welcome You,
Or Just The Monotonous Droning On Of Said Mother?
Sometimes The Headphones Aren't Even Plugged In!
Ridiculous - [[There I Go Again.]]

I Watched Big Brother With The Parents.
Hey Hey. Shut Up! I Don't Feel Well Okay??
Jeez.
Wasn't Exactly The Highlight Of My Day.
I'll Leave That To The Near Passing Out
Or When I Received €20 For 2&&A Half Hours Work[=
Happy Bunny?
Yessum.
Roll On Another Drunken Thursday Night.
I've Heard That The Sunday Night Ridleys Is The New Thursday Night Silence.
Bahahahahahahaha.
Good One!

Pretty Zonked Out Atm.
Summers Make Me So Tired All The Time.
I Think Its The Struggle To Find Something Enjoyable To Do Every Single Day.
There Is Only So Much A Girl Can Have Of Shopping, Of Eating, Of Drinking, Of
Socializing && Of Computerizing.
Lets Face It. Dundalk Sucks.
&& It Ain't Gonna Get So Pretty Now I Have To Return To Education Come The 28Th Of August With Four Of My Best Friends Gracing Dublin&&GMIT With Their Presence.
=/

I've Met The Life Long Question Today.
What Do Women Want.
Yes I Know I Am In Fact One Of These People But The Term ''Women''
Ugh.
Its Horrible. I Feel Like A Shrivelled Prune Anytime Someone Calls Me A Woman!
Lady, I Prefer:].
But Meh. Every Single Lady Knows What I'm Talking About.
What Do We Want.
Two Things.
All The Time.
It Can't Be Done.
Well...It Could In Some Perfect Universe Where You Can Trust EVERYONE.
But Na Ah. Not Here.
Always Wanting Two Different Things.
Right Now...It Kills Me What I Want.
&& That I Know I Can't Have It.
Not Now Anyway.
Maybe In A While.
But What If It's Too Late?...
Anyone Understand...?

I'm Contemplating College Options.
I Know, A Year To Go, Whatever.
Well Basically I Was Thinking Of Moving Away.
Not Province.
I Was Thinking More Country...Or Continent.
Whats Really Keeping Me In Dundalk?
What I Want I Can't Have, What I Don't Want Is Being Thrown At Me!
I Feel Like Hibernating.
But Not In My House.
Maybe On A Sofa.
A Cosy Sofa.
Moptop Has A Cosy Sofa...Meh...Cats Would Annoy Me After A While...
Hmmmmm.
Away From Parents.
Away From Confusion.
Responsibility.
Worry.

When I Find Such A Place...
I'll Let You Know.
That Is, If Anybody Else Out There Is Looking For Such A Place...

Rant Over?
Barely.

x

&&. It Sucks Because You'll Never Know.

Another Boring Day.
Thank God For The Internet.
I Take It For Granted But On Days Like These...Its Better Than Honeycomb.
Does Anyone Else Do These Pointless Doodles At Their Computer/Laptop?
Well My Desk Is Covered In Them.
Little Clouds, The Odd Quote&& Of Course My Initials Plastered Everywhere.

Never Get Budgies.
Seriously.
If You Are Hungover On A Friday Morning, After Falling Into Bed At Half Five
To Be Woken By The Chirping Nightmare That Is Joey, It Tempts Me To Let The Cat In.
I Suppose Its Better Than Waking To The Facial Migrane That Is My Mother.
Come To The Conclusion That Certain People Where Just Invented So That They
Can Make Your Life A Living Hell.
Yes This Is About You BTW.
They Have No Reason, No Explanation, No Point.
Or No Time...

At The Moment Im Being Selfish, Lazy, Morose && Ignored.
A BBQ However May Be On The Cards Tonight.
Somebody Bring This Pirate Party Forward To Now!
Yeh You Heard Right. Pirate Party.
My Dream Come True.
I Was Always Pirate At Heart.

&& Finally For My First Blog Of Today.
You Don't Need Me To Write A Secret
Meaningful Paragraph About You
Because You Already Know It's You I'm Thinking
About.


Rant Over?
For Now.

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&&.So It Begins.

Boy Intollerent.
19th/July/2008.

Messy Day.
Hit The Marshes. Suprise!
What Else Is There To Do These Days?
Funny, We Complain All Year About School&&We Finally Get Our Holidays&&What Happens?
We Crazy Kids Discover Something I Like To Call ''Boredom''.
Fundalk Ain't Got That Much To Offer Come Mid July.
Marshes? Groovy, Half Hour In Costa, Another Hour In The Food Court?
How Is It The Majority Of Dundalk Teenagers Aren't Over Weight??
Ridiculous If You Ask Me.
I've Been Told I Say That Too Much.
Ridiculous That Is.
Dunno Who Said It.
Dunno If Thats Important.

Recovered From Oxegen.
Not Much To Tell.
Well Of Course There Is.
Just Nothing I Wish To Publish.
Good Times. Bad Times.
Partying, Pirates&& Portaloos.

The Plans Are On For Tonight.
Jackies? Meh. Flufa's? Hmmm.
Somethings I Need To Sort Out I Think Before I Hit Anywhere.
If I'm Able To Sort Them Out Of Course.
Basically Thursday Night Messes.
Messy Thursday Nights?
What My Summer Consists Of So Far.
I Love Them && Dread Them.
Always In Silence. Every Thursday. Always Drunk.
How Should A Teenager Live Her Summer?
How About On A Computer At Eight O Clock On A Saturday Night?
Riveting.

Shrek Is On.
Great Film. Not As Good As Sex&&The City But
I Suppose That'd Be A Little Unorthodox For A Saturday Evening.
Missing My S.B's. A.K.A Johan&&Meghan. Last Saw Johan After
I Got Off The Oxegen Bus. Meghan...Im Thinking Four O Clock In The Morning
After Silence. Seeing Not So Much...More Like Hazy Vision && Slurring && Shuffling.
&& Hugging && Kissing && Crying.

Anyone Know If Those Foreign Students Are STILL In Town?
They Get In Front Of Me In River Island&&Penneys.
HEAD WRECKING.
So Are Boys. Pointless Babies.
I Think Women Should Just Stop Having Kids.
I Shouldn't Really Say That As My Sister Is 5 Months Pregnant...
She's The Exception.
But Everyone, Please Stop Having Babies.
I Don't Want My Possible Future Niece To Have To Go Out &&
Get With Dickheads.


Rant Over?
For Now.

X.