Nobody...

Not one person gives a damn about me.
No one cares enough to comfort me.
22 people. Not one of them.
What's wrong me me?

Changed my mind.

I want a Canon t3i. Or a Canon powershot elph 300. And to master Windows movie maker.

Blah

Writing a script in spanish is so hard. Epic sadfais.

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I bought a bracelet to support him climbing Kilimanjaro. So that he knows that I don't want him or the others to die.
He also "fight me"'d me, if that makes sense. I was like "oh god" and like backed away v. Fast.

Is saying v a world wide anger? Or just Irish?

The other he follows K. And A. on Twiddr even though he doesn't know them, but he doesn't follow me. Which bothers me. Am I not good enough to follow? I'm in your damn class for god's sake.

Impending doom is looming for the 16th. That damn party will kill me.

Kthnxbai

I want monies.

Unless someone wants to buy me the following:
A Nikon
A piano keyboard
Skull Candy headphones
Wristbands and tshirts from the Yhuu Toobz.

Any or all will do. I'll prolly think of more later :/

I don't even know what I'm doing anymore.

I knew karma was a bitch. But I didn't think she'd bite back that hard.

I just had to jinx it.

Fuck.

Oh dear.

He hates me. Well and truely.
He says he's forgiven me, but I know thatwas only to save face or whatever.
There's absolutely nothing I can do to fix it. I can't change the past, and I regret every nano second of it.
But he doesn't believe me. He said hedoea cause I said it on Facebook. But still.
He keeps telling me how awful he felt, and how shit everything was for him. Like it was ab fab for me. But I can't say that because he'll get even worse cause I'm proving how self centred I am.
I'm miserable about it. I cant even talk to him in person without feeling like shit. And now he is insisting that he'll show me his scars that all this bullshit caused.
He's making me feel worse than I've ever felt. Even when I was cutting. Bt I know I deserve it. So why does it still make me cry? And be childish and miserable about something that got blown well out of porportion and spurred on by a heartless, cruel bitch who deserves to be shot with a ball of her own shit.
And now I don't know what to do.

I felt the need to tell you...

School is going incredible.
I can't understand it.
I'm getting along well with him. Both of them.
And I got backstage crew for the school show. And he's doing it too. But he rarely talks to me. I don't mind, so long as he does on the occassion.
An my MB is trucking along nicely.
I'll elaborate later when I have more battery. Kk?
K.

So I'm lying in bed...

Writing this on my phone. Gandhi. I love smart phones.

But now I can blog whenever. Woooo. Bloggin' on the go. Except not really at all. Just, in bed. Or on the couch. Maybe even at school. *gasp* dun dun dun.

That last one is highly unlikely due to the lack of wi-fi in school outside the music room. Blerfgwhyiseverythingonlandlineblerfg.

Oh well. Must return to reading Grimm Fairytales, the less child friendly version, in whih the Prince impregnates Briar Rose before she wakes from her hundred year long nap. Seems like kiss meant a whole lot more in those days.

Slan go foill, mo bheacain beag.

Nobody uses this anymore.

According to the newsfeed thing, that last was two months ago, by Star. My last was just after my exams are something. The twentieth of July, Two Thousand and Eleven.
Quite a lot has changed since then.

Affection has moved to someone new, who was the object of my affection before, but doesn't know it. I think. Hope. Will.

Fourth year is brilliant. Almost no homework. And I get out of class to make people out of cutlery. And snails. I'll upload a picture soon. Promicus.

I never said how I did in my Junior Cert. Five B's, five C's. Which is good for me. Somehow, I got a B in Science, which has always been my worst subject. Same in Spanish. Weeeew!

And I'm talking to all my friends in school again. Yay.
Although one of them professed that our friendship is broken, and cannot be repaired. Though I apologized without saying his name to him on a Facebook status update. So he believes that I truly am sorry.

House party, 16th of December. Weeeew. Shame none of the lads attending will be allowed to stay the night, while the girl are. If the guys stayed over, it would be even better. That sounds a tad desperate but it's not supposed to.


I'm learning sign language now. And looking to get my work experience. Weeeew.

Did I mention yet that there are two guys that cause me verbal disability? Both of which are rather attractive and in my class. Which sucks.

Pierced my ears again. Started drawing the Tumblr butterfly on my wrist to prevent cuttation. getting my hair cut soon. Doing Judo in P.E for the next four weeks.

I'm ending the blog naow.

Slan go foill, beacain beag. <3

- Spud

HOY YOU

Kay so. Everyone is pretty much surrendering night chat to the noobs. Which is seriously depressing me.
I miss people T.T

-Spud

LOLnewblogpost.

I've aged. Which is odd. I don't feel any fidderent. I totally meant different. 

Icutthewordlaloneintomyarmlol <- that's strikeout for special reasons. 

I cut and  layered my hair. Now I straighten it a lot. It's nice, I guess. 

Everyone went to the HP midnight premiere without me. So I can't go 'til like next week when my friend comes back from camping.

People keep asking me for advice in things, which is bad because I need some advice right now too. So I'm currently giving out horrendous advice that even I wouldn't go on. Except for the "Take Nurofen. Put on your favourite music really loud so you can't even think, lie down on your bed and close your eyes." Cause that's my personal original favourite. It's my version of running away, cause it takes less effort.

I'm started to get irritated with people when I state the simple fact that I am slightly overweight, or that I need to loose weight. They take it that I'm beating myself up, and pounce on me with "OMH SARAH NO YOUR NOT/NO YOU DON'T OMH OMH OMH." When really, I'm just stating a mind fact out loud.

Man, I want to go back to school. To see my ex-classmates, and new classmates. And one person in particular. School meant routine. 

School meant Movement.

School meant friends. 

-Spud

Ity bity writing lol.


Really large writing lol.


Normal writing lol. 


It's my birthday in 8 days. I don't want to age. It means I won't be able to get the half on the bus or under 15s in the cinema anymore D= LolIhavemyprioritiesstraight.


I haven't cut since my last blog. GOOD NEWS YAY HAPPY TIEMS.
I just realised how much I suck at blogging.

-Spud

Overbearing Stresses and Self Harm. Yay.

I feel like I'm going to throw up. I'm positive I have a mental disorder to do with human interactions. I cut myself again.

Fun week.

21st of May

So. How 'bout the rapture, eh? Some good laugh. Had a made craic. LOLJK, there was no Rapture.
I think I was a little disappointed in a way. .-.
I dunno.

Is it bad that I'm still not talking to my friend? Cause she's still being stupid? I'm getting a tiny bit worried about how much weight she's lost. But losing weight was good for her, right? She was chronically obese, or something, which was bad. But maybe it's bad that she's lost so much weight in two weeks that tons of people noticed it straight away? I mean. It's not like she's underweight now or anything. And it's not my fault, right? Am I being dumb and paranoid about this? D=

I think I'm also being paranoid about my friend circle. I have one friend that I talk to and text on a regular basis. The others not so much.

I'm waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay to open on this blog. I talk about a couple of issues per post, where as everyone else does short ones on one little thing and then nothing else. D= I feel awkward now.

Aye! Happy! Aye!

- Spud

Man.

I really hate this.

This awful cooped-up feeling.

Like I haven't left the house in days, when really, I only came on at four. I feel like running out into the street and
dancing like a lunatic.

I really hate this.

It makes me want to cry.

Which is really lame. Crying because I'm not outside.

I wish I lived in the country. Or a village. I could go out into my huge back garden and just walk about for a bit. Just walk about and sing and talk to myself, or make a video out of it.

Just get out of this godforsaken house that I never get to leave.

This is actually depressing me.

- Spud

God? Allah? Buddha? FSM? Pink Unicorn? Anyone? Help?

Shit. <- how I feel because of him.

But he still makes my heart beat faster in the good way.

I don't understand why he gets to have such a profound effect on me, if he's only going to abuse it. 

I can't hate him. I like him too much. 

Would it be fair to punch him in the face? Or rip off his testicles and feed them to him? Or dropkick his firstborn? Or would that be overstepping the mark?

Doesn't really matter tho. I've turned pacifist by shame. .-.

I really don't know what to do at this stage. 

Leave it simmer or do something about it.

Yeah. I think I'll just starve myself a bit more. Or cry. Either works. Totally interchangable.

- Spud

"I don't want a girl with problems, even though we'd be a perfect match Oh how do I get what I want, when I don't know what it is."

Well. Here's the sceal.

I'm supposed to be in bed.
I still have loads of my revision work to do, including some that I can't do due to not having necessary equipment.
My hair is being the biggest gomey pelk ever.
Mammy won't cut it, due it me wanting to it a "spur of the moment that I will regret later" thing. Which is so totally not true. .-.
SCHOOL. Y U HAEV TO BE SO CONSUMING?
Speaking of consuming, I accidentally went 14 hours without eating. Which was sad.
I'm hungry now, actually.
I wish people greeted me like they greeted other people. With the whole "OH MY GANDHI! HAAAAAAAI! I'VE GOT STUFF TO TELL YOU CAUSE LYK OMG WE'RE BEST FRIENDS" and stuff. I don't even have that in my everyday life anymore. Which is....depressing? I guess.
I seriously want to do videos for YouTube. Like. So badly. But my camera has no viewfinder and my parents won't allowed "such nonsense". Sadness.
Junior Cert in five weeks. The entire family is asking " So, are you all ready for the big JC.?" And I'm like... mmmmno. And then they give me the "I'm disappointed in you. I thought you'd not go the same way your brother and sister did." It annoys me. I have to be better than my siblings, all because they didn't care.
I don't care much either. But I'm being forced to. HOW LAME? SO LAME.
My fringe in is my eeeeeeeeeeeeeeyes. D=
Speaking of eyes, the other day it was swollen. Then today, I got two nosebleeds. I think I may be dying. Again.

I thought I'd have more to say than this. .-. I guess not. Maybe something else will come to me later and I'll be all FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-.

So, I leave you with this.
Slan go foill, beacain beag. It means "bye for now, little mushrooms." Just cause Star was asking aaaaaaaaaages ago. I'VE DECIDED TO BREAK THE FOURTH WALL AND BE ALL TELLING FROM NOW ON. So yeah. Be prepared of shitty humor for teh next few weeks.

Slan

- Spud

Kay soh.

I would be so reasonably content if I never had chocolate again. And I didn't even eat that much. Not even have an egg. Stupid milk chocolate. Making my stomach hurt and making my teeth cry. And now I've got that feeling I get after I eat chocolate where it feels like there's a hair in the back of my throat, even tho there isn't. And I know there isn't. I've checked. God bless the whole faulty gag reflex thingie.

I'm still hungry tho. Six chicken dippers isn't a very nutritious dinner, but it's all we've got.

Never thought I'd say it, but I miss having my brother and sister around. I haven't seen mi hermano in four days. It's not likes he's moved out. He just spends all his time in his friends new Flat/house. He came home yesterday for a showet, but I was unconscious at the time. And my sister's equalling her time between the Flat/house and her job. Basically, she comes home almost everyday and goes to bed and then gets up really early, so I don't see her much either. The house just seems really empty now. :/

I've more or less stopped going on MX. I sign in to see who's online, but there's no point in saying anything, cause people are all caught up in other conversations. I barely even get a hello anymore. And besides that, I don't even talk to anyone off MX. Only in Main.And I don't like starting conversations. I feel like I'm annoying people. I've spent the last two days playing the Sims2 and watching Bo Burnham on YouTube. Gandhi. I need a life.

I almost had one yesterday. But then my friends grandad became ill again and she had to go to Waterford. So no her house for me. She pormised me next week instead tho. So hopefully that'll work out.

I wonder if anyone actually reads this by own choice, and not because I've whined and whored it on MX.
If so,

Slan go foill, beacain beag. I still haven't said what that means. Maybe next blog. :/
- Spud

Let me see you put your hands up on the stereo that's spitting out at a ridiculous frequency but turn it up.

...

I've taken to undereating. Is that bad? It doesn't feel bad. And I've stopped gaining weight. So maybe it's not bad. Maybe it's not bad, but not good either. Does that make sense? I think it does.
Nobody in school or at home has noticed though. Which is...good? I don't know.

- Spud

"Rip the tune off the compact disc and drag-drop into your favourites playlist 
Convert to MP3 and give it 5 stars in your itunes library 
Set as your profile song and show the hipsters your first quote this one 
Bluetooth the file to your phone and set this track as your default ringtone 

Stick this tune in your portable pod and make a playlist with this track at the top
Find out your phono to jack lead, crank it up and make your ears bleed
Steal this tune from a download site and stick it on repeat all Saturday night
Log on to your MSN and spread this tune like a virus trojan "


I've been searching for new musiks. Hard mission.


Person is telling people I'm not talking to her. It's her not talking to me. Thar is a difference. 


I think I might like someone. But I am unsure. How do you test these things to find out? Is there a test? If so, link me? r something. Cause it's pure confusing.


In all in anyways. 
Last day of school for two weeks tomorrow. Funtimes. 
Space died.




My newly adopted motto of "Don't mind what other people think, they don't do it that often." isn't working as well as I might have hoped. 




Ach, ni chuma liom. 


i need someone to talk to. But all my 'real life friends' are either not talking to me, being really distant, in France, or really hard to talk to. Life sucks. *teenager sigh* A special sigh reserved for teens. Like me.


People are on chat. I'm going there. 
Laters.


Slan go foill, beacain beag.


- Spud

Humanity Sucks.

Answering a text that says 'I hate you, just incase you didn't know,' with 'Cool story, bro,' isn't as good an idea as it sounds. Neither is answering 'You were a whore' with 'Okay'. It leads to a text saying 'Bye', and then not talking to the person for aaaaaages. :/

I've Gone All Ranty D=

Hey, you. Yeah, you. Riddle me this?
When do I get to stop being worried about you? 'Cause I'm not getting any indication that it'll be soon.
You prolly think I'm just being nice and a good friend or whatever, that I'm not actually worried. But I am.
And yeah, I might have no reason to. It might just be an act for attention. But I don't think it is. :/

My friend said that I shouldn't be worried, 'cause I don't actually know you. But I'm sure if she wasn't in a good stage, she'd want someone worried about her, even if they didn't know her.

But yeah. It's kinda frustrating that I'm not in the loop or whatever.
I just got a mental Harry Potter reference in my head that suits it perfectly. But I can't remember it word for word.
Remember in the last book, The Deathly Hallows, when Harry, Ron and Hermy were at The Burrow and Harry was all macho and "I need to do this alone" and Hermy and Ron were all "No way, man. We're all in this together," et cetera, et cetera. Blah blah blah. It's kinda like that. "We're all in this together" only less cheesey and grouping. Yeah.

It's just frustrating.

- Spud

Productive schoolweek.

I walked into a pillar twice, so my hip is bruised. I fucked up my arm playing badminton, and my shoulder was sore before that. And I hit my shin and knee off the underneath of a lot of tables. And i punched myself in the face twice. Good week.

BABIES. LOTS OF BABIES. 400 BABIES.

I've noticed other people used their blogs for their problems. I just ramble. Maybe I should write my problems instead. Or at least mention them vaguely. Hmm. OMGLYKCOMMENTIFYOUTHINKISHOULD.
I felt like a Youtuber just there. "LIKE IT, RATE IT, FAVOURITE IT, COMMENT AND SUBSCRIBE <3"

Totes McGotes.


Yeah. Interesting week. Not talking to my "OMGBFF4LIFE" person. She's being childish. D=

I want people to talk to me moar.

That is all.

Slan go foill, beacain beag. <3

- Spud

Thi is going to be shittiest week I've ever had, as a forthought.

I have to tell my only actually friend that, basically, I can't hang out with her much anymore cause she's being self alienationg, and super annoying. And I've already lost two of my closet friends, so now I get to loose another. And I have tp admit how unhappy I am.

Just gonna be a swell week.

In other, not so depressing news, the disco Friday was really good. My tights laddered, but not before I think I turned a few heads, and all the girls said I looked amazing. I might steal the picture mammy took before I left and put it up here so you can see what I was wearing. Mammy did my make up and bought me my boots. I seriously love these boots. So incredibly comfortable, and they went really well with my outfit <3


I haven't got my Irish homework done. Shit. D= My teachers gonna eat me. Oh well.

It's my birthday in 98 days. Guess what the date is. I wonder what I'll do. Sit at home and be sad or on MX, no doubt.
I'm pretty sure the people at MX are the only people I truely one hundred percent trust anymore, and I've neevr even met them. It's really sad.

I should go now.

Slan go foill, beacain beag.

- Spud

Oldies.

They shouldn't return to chat. It's changed too much.
Teh bashing has toned down to mild taunting, as apposed to someone winding up crying and a Moderator swinging the almighty banhammer.
Though, it is kind of funny to see them trying to duke it out on main chat and miserably failing because the noobs have evolved into spellingless tough cookies who are getting harder to beat.
And the newer ones who have lovely spelling and grammar, *coughFern/Feliks/etccough* don't even need to try to duke it out at the attemptively returning Oldies, cause they can just retreat to PC without problems.

I do miss the Golden Era of MX. It was amsuing, however viscious people were. They were fun people. Some of them are still my friends, and I do regard them as good friends.
*nostaligic death*

Tho, I think the people I know /now/ I would be more willing to meet up with in person. I actually really want to go to England to see Fern and Millie. And forced Feliks and Roy and Star and anyone else to join us thar. It would make my life. Seriously.

I know that you who reads this is probably were mentioned above but it was like as if no one was actually reading it, or like I wasn't talking to you. I'm sorry. But I couldn't not type like that.

I've noticed recently, a lot of people have been declaring their love for me. I would like to say this; I do love you back, but I don't like saying that love cause it's over-used in the wrong situations, and I don't want to be an over-user. Sorry.

Discotech/birthday party thing tomorrow night. Jeanshorts, tights, shirt, boots, eyeliner. I'm kinda nervous cause I've never been to a disco before. I'm afraid that, on the very very very off-chance someone does ask me, I won't know what do do if I'm asked to meet someone. And, to be frank, I don't particularly want to meet anyone. I harbouring unkind feelins to the majority of my year, I don't think a disco is going to change that.

The only reason I can write that ^^^^^^ is because I know only one person from school reads this, and she hopefully won't question me on the above statements.
Hopefully.


I got the novel Angel yesterday. I've only heard bad reviews, mostly, so I'm not really looking forward to it. I'm going to read it anyway though, for the purpose of having something to read. April 5th cannot come soon enough. TMI&TID. I less than three them.


I've having a bit of a He Is We/Lena/Enter Shikari music spasm. I'm going to die of shite musiks tomorrow night. All /mainstream/ music. *shudder*


Well, I have nothing more than that to say. Except that I've noticed my blog is more long and full than other peoples. I expand on what I'm saying. Most others just write down what they're whining about and leave it at that. I don't. IT'STOOLONG.

Slan go foill, beacain beag <3

- Spud

You talk like you're famous. You're shameless.

*rolls around being emo*
That's me on chat most days of the week. Cause I'm cool.

They see me rollin'. They hatin'. Cause i'm just too rolly and ridey. I am aware of the sexual significance.
Star spelled that on chat for me. <3 chu.

Listening to daycent choons.
Got shorts and tights today ^^ And lipstick. PURE PARTY FRIDAY. Lads. I dunno D=

I have nothing to say...

OH YEAH. Back at normal school. Three frees already. No homework to do at home. Yay.
I misspelled frees three times in that sentence. Go me and my failing.

"OMGSORANDUM" by D'Fine feat Felly-G. Out in stores near you whenever it's made. Gonna be aweshum. Pure. Yeah. Fayur. BAM.

Star asked what Slan go foill, beacain beag means. It means...

























I'm not telling. It's a mystery. Dundundun.

Anywhore.

Slan go foill, beacain beag <3

- Spud

[] smoked.
[] consumed alcohol.
[] slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex.
[x] slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex.
[] kissed someone of the same sex.
[] had sex.
[x] had someone in your room other than family.
[] watched porn.
[] bought porn.
[] tried drugs.

TOTAL: 2

[x] taken painkillers.
[] taken someone else's prescription medicine.
[x] lied to your parents.
[x] lied to a friend.
[] snuck out of the house.
[x] done something illegal.
[x] felt hurt.
[x] hurt someone.
[x] wished someone to die.
[] seen someone die.

TOTAL: 9

[] missed curfew.
[] stayed out all night.
[] eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself.
[] been to a therapist.
[] received a ticket.
[] been to rehab.
[x] dyed your hair.
[] been in an accident.
[] been to a club.
[x] been to a bar

TOTAL: 11

[] been to a wild party.
[] been to a Mardi Gras parade.
[] drank more than three alcoholic beverages in a night.
[] had a spring break in Florida.
[] sniffed anything
[x] wore black nail polish
[x] wore arm bands.
[x] wore t-shirts with band names.
[x] listened to rap.
[] owned a 50 Cent CD.

TOTAL: 16

[] dressed gothic.
[x] dressed girly.
[] dressed punk.
[] dressed grunge.
[x] stole something.
[] been too drunk to remember anything.
[] blacked out.
[x] fainted.
[] had a crush on a neighbor.

TOTAL: 19

[] had a crush on a friend.
[x] been to a concert.
[] dry-humped someone.
[] been called a slut.


[x] called someone a slut..
[] installed speakers in your car.
[x] broken a mirror.
[] showered at someone of the opposites sex's house.
[x] brushed your teeth with someone else's toothbrush.

TOTAL: 23

[] considered Ludacris your favorite rapper.
[] seen an R-rated movie in theater.
[] cruised the mall.
[] skipped school.
[] had surgery.
[x] had an injury.
[] gone to court.
[] walked out of a restaurant without paying/tipping.
[x] caught something on fire.
[x] lied about your age.

TOTAL: 26

[] owned/rented an apartment/house.
[] broke the law in the police's presence.
[] made out with someone who had a gf/bf.
[] got in trouble with the police.
[x] talked to a stranger.
[] hugged a stranger.
[] kissed a stranger.
[] rode in the car with a stranger.
[] been harassed.
[x] been verbally harassed.

TOTAL: 28

[] met face-to-face with someone you met online.
[x] stayed online for 5+ hours straight.
[x] talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight.
[x] watched TV for 5 hours straight.
[x] been to a fair.
[] been called a bad influence.
[] drank and drove.
[] prank-called someone.
[x] laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex.
[] cheated on a test.

Total: 33

If You Have Less Than 10.. write [I'm a Goody Goody]
If You Have More Than 10.. write [I'm still a goody goody]
If You Have more Than 20..write [I'm average]
If You Have More Than 30..write [I'm a bad kid]
If You have more than 40..write [I'm a very bad influence]
If You Have more than 50..write [I'm a horrible person]
If You Have more than 60..write [I should be in jail]
If You Have more than 70..Write [I should be dead]









I reckon I'm average for that.




Pure stole it off Fern. I'm pretty sure I have less than her tho. I'M A BETTER PERSON <3







Slan go foill, beacain beag.




- Spud

Some people...

...are just too sarcastic for their own fucking good. Sometimes they deserve a good ole punch in the face and a kick in the crotch rocket. Or, alternatively, stop being so sarcastic.

You know, it's funny. I'm actually writing this with two or so people in mind, and they'll probably never read this. So they won't know that I'm currently boiling with rage because of it.
Still, if they're gonna be knobheads, leave them off. Hopefully people will get sick of them being shit and they'll return to happy old normal.

Yeah. I just wrote this to express rage. So now I'm going to bed.
Slan go foill, beacain beag.
- Spud

Welcome Home, Son - Radical Face

I've been listening to this song a lot. And Satelite by Lena. And Friday by Rebecca Black. Epic to a choon.

Blergh. Must get up early tomorrow to make that video I said I'd make. And must find lead off camera to put on compter to then upload. Hopefully it won't be too long and I won't mispronounce things. Or be an amadain. Neither would be good.

I really like making peoples day. I gives me the warm fuzzies.

And yes, I will stop being all "OMG EVRY1 H8S ME" all the time. It's getting old and tiresome for me. 

I'm tiresome for myself. Funny. LOLnotreally.

I have an urge to go on a I hate myself rant, but I won't.

These blogs take me way too long and don't have a set subject. Strange, sea?

I need to start doing this snappier and more normalyer.

Yesterday in town was good. I think my wrist is sprained tho. Not playing mercy again for a while. Never realised how weak I actually am tho. Funny.

My face is bleeding from where I habitually picked at spots I have. It's a really awfula dn disgusting habit and now you all prolly think I'm disgusting, which I am, but still. Old habits die hard. 

FLASHBACK TO FINDERS KEEPERS <3

Feliks made fun of teh lyrics to my favourite song. D= I was upset morbidly.

But I got over it laterly.

My nose is itchy. I should go scratch it. 

I'll type in later when I actually have something valuable to write. Till then, my loves, we shall part.

Slan go foill, beacain beag. ^^

- Spud

I feel so American when I say Marianas Trench D=

Okay, so the title has nothing to do with the posty.
OMGLOLSORANDOM. .-. Hatred for that.
In a pure Disney musics mood. Some daycent choonz thar.

In other news, Mammy cut my hair the other day. It's now like my chin and bottom lip shorter. AKA, not much shorter.
Everyone left me on MX, so I came here.

Irish tomorrow. Easy peasy lemon juice.
Lacking poetry skills, look no further than this very spot. *advert voice*

This doesn't make much sense. Then again, none of these do.
I FEEL LIKE I'M NOT BEING TRUE TO MYSELF ON HERE. *raeg*

"Wassup fresh is how we turn bitch" <-- beginning of "Still Fly" by The Devil Wears Prada. I don't even like this song.

DEFINITIONS:
She slipped on a dick (noun) - Unfortunate.
Katie, you so great.

"Makes Me Happy" - Drake Bell. Cause I'm lame like that.

I made my own dinner. Chicken burgers. They were undercooked and mushy. No me gusta. I'm still hungry. But that's what I get for not having a substantial well cooked dinner.

My fringe is being lovely at this moment in time ^^ All softy soft.
I'm having a slight obsession with lacking spacebar and saying whut. And the '.-.' face. It's so cute. And the word 'bubz'.

I have to make two videos, one by Tuesday, the other by the 23rd. Guess why.

I done three or so hours of Science today. I'm still not done. Must be done by Tuesday, so must Geography. The T.G after that. Then I am free.

Thursday is St. Patricks Day. Yay. Hopefully I go to town. Hopefully.

Marianas Trench songs have been swimming through my unconciousness all this week. It's kinda lovely. It's my weekly soundtrack. ^^ His voice is so amazing <3





I've run out of words to write. I'm going to go play on Kou-Jong 'til someone non-noobish comes on to MX, cause my 'friends' WHO ACTUALLY HATE ME, are all lurking. Sadness.

Anywhore, Slan go foill, beacain beag.

- Spud

I do love me some sheepies in the evenings ^^

I'm in a bloggy mood now. In the mood to blog.

"I remember how you tastaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad." <3 Alex Gaskarth.

Blogblogblog. I've nothing to say. Odd. I usually have tons to say. I'm in the queer mood where you just want to scream, but you don't, but you really do. But you really don't. And so on and so forth.

I also am in possession of a very rare object. I've already lost it. Can you guess what it is? I can. I believe, if I am correct, it is called The Game.

I also have the fail. But that's another tale.

Pure only have three days of exams left. Irish, Geography, Science, CSPE, TG. Done.
I could cry though. T.G exams is three and a half hours long, last I heard. Which is quite a long time. I'm sure I'll be working straight up constantly though. So. Much. Effort.

I have a feeling this isn't the right way to blog. But I like it. SO I KEEP EET.

Deal.
With.
It.

Lotte Fits is stuck in my head T.T

I want toast, but can't be arsed to make it. Effort in one slice of yeast and chocolate. Ugh.
I'm singing. Out loud. badly. No one seems to care. Crufts is on.

Pure talking about Barbies and Action Men on MX. Cause we're that cool.

I WANNA BE THE VERY BEST LIKE NO ONE EVER WAS.
Don't ask. Cause I dunno. I have it on my phone tho ^^

Why is it socially unacceptable to scream at someone? Cause I really want to. Just give out to them til I have no voice left. Makes me sad. Well. Not so much sad as really angry. Cause this person doesn't know that I hate them, at the moment. And I can't express that I do. So I just rant about it to a blog on the internet and occassionally on MX.

I use the 'Enter' key too much. Must. Cut. Down.
"Lost my 'muchness', have I?"

I've been here too long. Not sure how long, but too long. So shall bid you adieu.
Slan go foill, beacain beag.
- Spud

"Have you ever wanted to disappear, and join a monastery? Go out and preach young addicts straight."

Start time: 22:08

Exam study day tomorrow. Fun.

Not.

Everyone's mad at me lately. I just keep pissing people off. I don't mean to, but I do.
Current count: 3. May not seem like a lot. But it is when you really don't have all that many friends.
I bet I'm pissing them off 'cause I'm in a weird/bad mood during to impending failure in my Mocks.

Subjects I'm worried about --> Maths, History, Science.
Subjects I know I'll do well/okay in --> Irish, Spanish, English, T.G, Metalwork.
Subjects I don't care much about --> CSPE, Geography.
Metalwork is iffy though. I haven't studied for it.
I haven't studied for anything.
Maybe I should be studying instead of writing this, or being on MX all day. Bad move on my behalf.

Oh well. It's only the Mocks.

I read somewhere that writing down what you're worried about before exams helps you do better because you've been released of pressure, or something to that effect.

I don't believe it. I'm still worried. And I've been whining about it all month on MX chat. As many people, noobs and oldies alike, have witnessed and attempted to ignore.

Although, as an afterthought. Writing this is rather calming, just like the diary I had when I went into first year. Prevented a lot of tears, that diary did. And a few cuts too. God bless diaries.

Well, that's all I gots to say. Maybe I'll type in again during the Mocks, just to relieve stress. Hopefully it'll work too.

- Spud

Dia diabh

Hello. I come in peace.

Even still, you're all gonna die.
Maybe.

Start Time --->> 00:57
Nothing else to do on a fine Sunday morning, cause there's no one on. Fun.

By the looks of this particular post, I sense this shall be a terrible blog. But oh well. You shall suffer through it with me. That is, if you actually read this far. Have you? Swearsies?

01:00
THREE MINUTES LATER.
Still here.
Still typing.
I should go to bed and read The Mortal Instruments for a bit. If my eyes are up for it. Hopefully they will be. 'Cause otherwise I'd have to suffer through a week and a half of exams and not light entertainment at all. Oh karma, you bitch.

Just noticed this thing saves my 'draft' every minute or so. Automatic. Me likey, me thinks.

Anywhore. BEDTIME.
So I bid you adieu.
Slan go foill agus coladh maith, beacáin beag.

-Spud