A Change of Heart.

Suddenly, I couldn't care less how school goes tomorrow.
Because I actually have the best girlfriend in the world. And I know everyone says that. But this is different. And, I know everyone says that too, but you just don't spend 902 days with someone who is merely mediocre. Knowing that no matter how bad school could turn out, I'll always have her to complain about it to and then laugh it off, is the most indescribably relieving feeling you could imagine. Or not imagine, as it were. Two and a half years and it still sometimes doesn't feel real.

I love you. Always.

x

Love Steals Us From Loneliness.

;)

What a little bitch. Honestly, what the fuck? If you can't be happy unless you're miserable, surely you understand that that's an awful existence, so why feel a reoccurring need to drag down everyone around you? Those that you "love"? Idk. Just fuck off, yeah?

"Ehh, si, a correcto. ." I love you, Quentin.

Ugh, school tomorrow. Not to sound terribly cliché or anything, but I'm honestly not looking forward to it one bit. I think it's more the routine and monotony than the actual education. I've enjoyed arising at half ten every morning not knowing where my quests for the day would lead me. Though it was never anywhere more exotic than Clonmel, it was still nice.

"With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache, Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war. And though I tried not to suffer the indignity of a reaction, There was no cracks to grasp, or gaps to claw."

I love new friends. I love new friends' new friends.

I'll miss you, freedom.

I dunno. Geeeeeee.

Know what I can't fucking abide? People telling me I drive too fast. Like, what the fuck?

"You'll kill yourself, or worse still, you'll kill someone else."

How fucking ironic that I should hear that from a smoker. An alcohol dependant smoker. If I drive fast, there's a chance I could die. If you drink half a bottle of fucking brandy and smoke 40 - 50 cigarettes a day you will die before your time. The effects of your alcohol dependency on your family and friends could put them under such stress, that they too slip into your familiar ways.

The second hand smoke you produce, causes the same effects on the innocent people in your vicinity as the cigarettes have on you. So, again, if I drive too fast I might kill someone. But, at least I know I've done it. If you continue to breathe your second hand smoke around the tens of people you encounter every day, you will have more of an adverse effect on them, and not even know it. "So before you point your fingers, Be sure your hands are clean."

Fucking hypocrites.

Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you.

Because I never have pictures with my posts. Apparently, pfft.

S'Friday I'm in Love.

Watched Return of the King today. Most painful three hours and twenty minutes of my life, tbh. I just really wanted to see the look on that fucking Frodo Baggins' face if and when he fell into the lava. But alas, no such luck. Bollocks.

"I LOVE the clunge."

I miss when PostSecrets were good. They lack some thing these days. The inspiring, motivational messages of the past are long since gone.

I actually can't wait to go to Placebo. Anyone wanna come with?

"Ok. . So, where's Freddo gone?"

Back to an eye for an eye, Last breath for last breath.

So glad i don't have to work this week. I can actually have a life:
Shpinnin' with Emma;
LOTR with Ciara;
Town with Steven, Tadhg and significant others;
Aaaaand. . . I dunno. Going out maybe. Yayz.

"So she kicked me out, like a little bitch. And I wept, like a little bitch."

Debs was so good. Like, actually really good. Even Days Hotel wasn't dodgy. Which I still can't really comprehend. Pity there wasn't more of a recovery period in between. And that there wasn't two different bands. So the same songs, in the same set list, the same introductions, and the same jokes didn't have to be endured two nights running. At least they were good, I suppose. Could've done without hearing Kid Rock's personal form of cancer "All Summer Long" three times, but what can you do?

I fear this blog isn't as cryptic as it once was. It's becoming far too expositional.
Think I'll go read The Book Thief so'more.

"So, as I finally walk away I say goodbye and good health.
As I finally walk away I wish you all you wish yourself."

I used to play sports. Then I realised you can buy trophies. Now I'm good at everything.

Everyone has a blog now! It's great, don't feel like such a tremendous loser any more. Although, I'd feel like less of a loser again if I had something to say in mine. Alas, I suppose I am just less opinionated than I previously believed. This revelation, however, would have been greatly appreciated before the beginning of this blog. Now I just look like a loser with nothing to say. Now, I'm emphasising my loser tendencies by continuously bringing them up. Think I'll move on while I still have Followers.

Term of the Day: 'Burn to shine'.
"Burning in many religions is a release of the soul and the start of a new and amazing journey. " Sometimes sacrifice is necessary for change.

Listen to the Bloodhound Gang more often. They're very witty.

Got my debs tux' today! It sucked changing into the tux' in the shop, though. 'Cause, no matter what, after you've tried it on, the clothes you were originally wearing look far less impressive. Can't believe I'm going to the prom. It'll be fancy. But I can't, for the life of me, figure out why it's so expensive. Ahh well, what can you do? Jus' enjoy it, I suppose.

"Half with it, half wit, half finished high school."

Y'know how people say things "went down like a lead balloon"? How on earth did such a balloon find itself in an elevated location, in the first place? Hmm.

G'night (:

Do you have to let it linger?

Really don't want to blog. I can't believe I feel normal using 'blog' as a verb now. Fock. But anyway, must be consistent an' all that.

On a more conversational note, I now have a better understanding of the innermost thoughts of a tax evader, and want makes 'em do it. I have spent three excruciatingly painful days trying to tax my car, but to no avail. So, I did it properly and walked in to the Motor Taxation Office and was greeted by the most ill mannered ignoramus I have ever been lucky enough to encounter. Or so I thought.

Ran into the fat lesbian from next door at work, who informed me that i block the gate to her house every evening. I called her a freak, told her she hadn't got parking rights there and walked away. I think she cried. Yesboii.

18 tomorrowwwwwww. It's crazy. Can't wait, boi.
Debs next week. Fancy.

Happyhappyhappy.

"These avenues,
And these reservoirs.
We gonna show this town,
How to kiss these stars."

A new poem. Well, some of it. Always.

We've been here before,
we know the rules, we know the score.
Yet we persist with dreams of trust,
and try to conceal our prominent lust.

Can't fucking write anymore.
Think I'll go to bed with my good friend Dr Pepper ;)

NOISH ONE.


"Baby this town rips the bones from your back,
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap.
We gotta get out while we're young.
'Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run."

Life is like Marion Barry; It's not all that it's cracked up to be.

Isn't it funny how extensive periods of bliss are undone by seconds of. . well, bollocks, to be quite honest.

Today actually transpired into a pretty good day. An old man asked me what "Wifee" was. I corrected him. I then explained the meaning of "Wi Fi".

Word of the day: Erudite: characterized by great knowledge; learned or scholarly.

"Srsly bbz, twenty squids says you won't do it."

Sometimes I wish that things didn't. . Develop, y'know? Things were simpler were things were. . Simpler. Frills are often unnecessary, and always complicated. S'not fair so it's not.

One night of magic rush, The start a simple touch. You are my oxygen.

I can haz blog. *proud face*