&&. 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.

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&&. 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.
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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.