Can you tell my favourite colour is blue?

Yeah you may have noticed I did a bit of literal spring cleaning around the place, well the virtual place. I added some widgies (I know they're widgets, but widgies is much more fun to say) on your left there, yes I saw most of them on other people's and wanted them myself, but that's how life is. You may also notice I have a new picture up there. I want to live there. I don't know where there is, as I found it using that Multicolr Search Lab thing D recommended (and I went through all your old blogs trying to find the link and all.. it took ages! Boy howdy you like to blog!! There's like thousands of them!) so yeah.. long parenthesis.. But yes. I want that picture. I want to be it. I want to live in it. I want to feed it to puppies. I want to take it out to dinner. And rainbows. I just felt like saying that.

I feel really like blogging. But I don't have anything to say. Other than I feel really sick. And I am literally going to eat carrots and cucumbers for the rest of the week. On the upside I have an almost perfect blogging playlist now. There's only about 20 songs on it, but they're goodies fo sho.

Oh and I'm totally scarred by the things I saw here. They're not there any more though. Cos I went to show April, and they were gone. I had to miss like 45 minutes of study cos of the damage done to me after seeing that. And we dirtied Jaimie's iPhone with its dirtyness. There are some things you never need to see. That was one of them.

This is such a good playlist for blogging. I can't wait til my next bout of angst. Sitting here I could be a fat version of May. I need to recreate a lot of this for linking material actually. Read over old bloggies etc. That'll be a fun day.

Think I might do a bit more history now. But I'm so tired=(

CALLING ALL LATIN NERDS!!!!

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Immediately! You will I promise absolutely lulz your socks off<3

Being Deep

Conversazione del mio personal message sul msn:


Lalage says: (23:25:48)
But yes.. if you have any rocks, throw them at boys=D

Kevin says: (23:26:22)
that's not fair
Kevin says: (23:26:31)
now if I find a rock I have to run away from myself
Kevin says: (23:26:48)
and no matter how fast I run I'll always be right there
Kevin says: (23:26:50)
with a rock!

Lalage says: (23:27:04)
It's like a metaphor for life
Lalage says: (23:27:20)
Or something

Kevin says: (23:27:22)
running away from yourself cos you have a rock in your hand?
Kevin says: (23:27:33)
ah but of course, my dear!
Kevin says: (23:27:51)
aren't we ALL running away from ourselves cos we have rocks in our hands and we'll throw them at ourselves?
Kevin says: (23:28:15)
society is self-destructive on a certain level; you could make SUCH modern art out of this

We are like, so deep=P

Meltdown

First they changed the tagliatelle, and I did not speak out because I did not eat tagliatelle.
Then they changed the chicken tikka, and I did not speak out because I did not eat chicken tikka.
Then they changed my Sticky Chilli Chicken... and there was no one to speak out for me...

Not only that. Not only have they taken away the one beauty of staying home on a Friday night (aside from new QI) not only have they taken away the most foodgasmic meal known to mankind. But now. But now. They take away my Sweet and Sticky Ribs. Officially the nicest sauce on the earth, has been "improved".

STOP FUCKING IMPROVING THINGS THAT DON'T FUCKING NEED TO BE IMPROVED!!!! WE ALL KNOW IT'S FUCKING UNHEALTHY, IF I WANTED A HEALTHIER OPTION, I WOULDN'T BE EATING FUCKING READY MADE FUCKING MARKS AND FUCKING SPENCERS FOOD WOULD I????????? I HAVE LITTLE ENOUGH IN THIS LIFE, WHY TAKE AWAY MY LAST JOYS????? WHY TAKE THE ONE FUCKING THING THAT FUCKING MEANS FUCKING ANYTHING TO ME ANYMORE??? WHY WOULD YOU FUCKING DO THIS??? SERIOUSLY!!!! THIS FUCKING YEAR I DO NOT NEED TO BE DENIED FOOD!!!!!! GIVE ME MY FUCKING FOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I like food.

There is no way you could understand how angry I am about this.


Don't you dare say "it's just food".






I kill you.

*cough cough cough cough cough*

Sorry about the coughing but that is literally all I have been doing, all the live long day.

I like my own room in study though, fun for chatsies.

It seems that everyone and their mother has got an iphone now. Not me, just my mother. Who got a new ipod for Christmas, which she didn't need, cos her other one was working fine. Yes this is my technologically challenged, afraid of the internet mother. She's been better recently but fucking Jesus, an iphone is a bit much for somebody who needed neither a new phone, nor a new ipod!!! You know who needs a new phone and a new ipod? ME!!! You know who would actually make the most of apps and stuff? ME!!!

But don't worry, I'll have one for Summer in the City. Because if I get the results I want, I'll be getting an iphone and the fact that that weekend is rechecks weekend will mean little to me. If I don't get the results I want, I won't get an iphone, won't be going to Summer in the City, cos I'll need to get my papers checked, will be waiting for my papers to come back til October, so will have missed all the freshers/foreigners orientation at Queens if I get in, or I won't get in and not get my number 2, will probably have not gotten into drama at Trinity cos of lack of commitment, and so will either be doing the new English and Drama course at UCD... or Arts in UCD... and no offense to anyone who wants to do that, but I think I'll take a year out and go find a bedsit for out of work youtubers...

So no pressure then.

I'm selfish and materialistic, and if you don't know this by now, you should probably stop reading these.. or being my friend altogether.. I'd just annoy you..

I think I'll start my history  research topic this evening.

50th Post.. traditional perhaps

Yeah. FFS.

I mean seriously.

I am so too mature for this, I mean Tom Felton is following me on Twitter. I am a grown up who is too big - in every sense of the word - for this nonsense.

I mean Jesus.

Like.

UGH!!!

I try so hard to do well and then it's just impossible. It is now anyway. 

Ugh.

I suppose it's appropriate.

I still don't understand though.

I mean, how?? WHY??? Guk..

FFS.

Oh well sure. Of course. Fucking typical.

Jesus.

Oh Lisa, you sad sad little girl. You should be better than this. I raised you better than this. What did we talk about?

FAIL

Of course.

No more blog I think.

Don't worry children just this one, not in general.

And don't ask what this is about, and if you think you know, you don't=)

Emo Poetry

I didn't feel like doing any work in study today, so I didn't. Instead I wrote emo poetry for Emma. View:

(When it had started raining)

The rain is like tears.
My tears.
Tears of blood.
On my heart.
I cry pain and sorrow.
Disturbing study.
Study disturbs me.
To Death.
Nuff said.
Word.

(When the sun came out)

The sun cuts through the clouds.
Like my craft knife into my skin.
When I cry, my skin cries.
Blood.
Nuff said.
Word.

(Emma wanted me to write an epic love poem)

My love for you burns like
the sun on my pale emo skin.
When I see you, it feels like
Your heavily gloved and bejewelled hand
Reaches inside my empty chest
And grasps my bleeding heart.
When I talk to you, it feels like
You pull it from me
With the force of my love.
Which is strong.
Strong like my love.
As strong as my self-hatred.
Strong.
Like my burning love.
It burns.
Like the hell I'm bound for.
Because nobody loves me.
Not even you.
I love like the silent tears on my face.
Silently.
But strong..
..ly..
Nuff said.
Word.

(After Emma rejected my poetic advances)

You throw my poetry back in
My face.
Your face.
HA.
How do you like me now bitch??
Your dismissal tortures me
Mit Brennender Storge
In my soul.
Nuff said.
Word.

German is the real language of love<3