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