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November 10th, 2005
06:49 pm - Deeply disturbed....
um, why am I a man in this????
Nick Cave... dark and creepy. You're a bi-polar
genius, with equal passion for the most
degrading aspects of humanity, as well as the
beauty & wonder of God and Heaven.
Which fucked-up genius composer are you?
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October 28th, 2005
August 29th, 2005
09:11 pm - "My first SHINE!"
this is in the manner of a P5 homework project. although i like to think i didnt drink so much vodka in those days.
I was really worried about going. some metres away from the union doors we had spotted our first spide.
then we went inside and met ron and claire and michael
michael looked wide-eyed in fear. We WERE the metaphorical shiny virgins.
Niall took our coats.
downstairs
I noted how clean the floor was. This would soon change.
CLaire and I walked into the speakeasy repeating our 'eyes down' mantra. (A. Do not make eyecontact with a millie. she will hunt you down. B. there is money down there)
A small fortune on drink later and we had progressed to the mandella, which was bathed in a flood of Uv light. I assume this pleased the shiny shirt brigade no end.
Dancing. ski bunny dance. I'm bored already. more booze. michael found me a 20 pack on the floor.
lots more people here now. hotness. NO NICE BOYZ :(
many more people descend on the dancefloor from nowhere. I choose this moment to test the fusco theory on dancefloor etiquette. thumbs up. A cunning combo of the skibunny dance and the charleston cleared a nice we circle of space for aileen, jules of the lovely handbag, and me.
after this, 2many djs appeared. pints were flying through the air with alarming precision.
So, being aloof and cool and all that jazz, aileen et moi retired to the speakeasy for an hour and then ran away to esperantos.
It is much nicer to sit and listen to a bit of Low in my room. Curiosity satisfied. I do not need to shine again any time soon.
The end.
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August 23rd, 2005
10:50 am - The boy done good!!!!
Yeeeeooooo! my wee bro Ben just got his gcse results...... 4 A*'s and 4 A's. WHAT a smart alec!! runs in the family that ;).
so in celebration he is coming up to stranmillis town to listen to franz ferdinand rink it up for my bedroom as the sound is excellent here.
Woohoo! any bored and ticketless wretches are welcome to join us.:)
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August 22nd, 2005
08:17 pm - ok kids....
so... for all you bored LJ addicts, I have a semi-charitable project for ya.
my pal jimbo is marooned on an island somewhere south of japan, has been for the past three years. it is very beautiful on this island, unfortunately he lacks music to make his world complete. poor boy. he hasnt even heard of tracer amc. obviously we need to do something about this.
i asked me if I could send him some mp3s on cd. so i thought what better opportunity to get everyone to pool their vast musical knowledge in making up some cool compilations to soothe this lad's deprived soul.
personal notes included in any submitted cds would be a nice touch I feel.
i'm already getting to work on sigur ros, tracer, jaga jazzist etc. any ideas?
the mission is here.... should you choose to accept it.
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August 17th, 2005
02:40 pm - caffiend
Phew. Two down. two down. why is it that in a three hour exam I feel like I actually AM going to die in the last 45 mins?
ugh. forget everest... I challenge neone to write essays for three hours solid. My poor wee hand!!!
no other good things have happened, except for Nial coming to give me a letter last nite just as I was about to do my customary nite-before panic. so, cup of tea, chat, pas de panic. good stuff.
this afternoon I am going to OD on coffee, do a bit more work, then escape to the front page for an hour or two. Dunno who is playing, danielle's boyfo i think. who cares, it is better than my bedroom. (actually it's NOT, my bedroom is possibly one of the best places in the world, but my work is there and i HAVE to get away.
My auntie has had another child. another Nial to populate the earth. yay.
my mother has nicked my teddies to give to said child. *weeps*
So, good luck to all you young sprogs who are eagerly awaiting A-level results. MAy God/ the force/ the grand high wizard etc be with you all.
Current Music: The tourist
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August 14th, 2005
01:49 pm - Reasons to be cheerful...
In a break from my arduous studies I have just been reading over my own awful diary entries. Christ alive do I need to read some type of self help book.
alternatively perhaps I could compile them all into one piteous volume and place it in the comedy section. Maybe this is how I will make my millions.
I'm quite tired and I appear to have developed writer's cramp ( a condition that afflicts only those who know the pain of cramming for exams).
I feel quite good though - work +satisfaction and all that. (my communist manifesto follows soon)
first exam should be ok I hope, the others I am less confident about, but time will tell etc.
Failure is perhaps not a viable option. ( my father having intoned gravely last nite - 'You do GOOD in these ones Leah, ok?')
I am keeping myself afloat with the thought of the delights that september will bring.
a. Electric Picnic. - Kraftwerk will soothe my fragile soul
b. Marc coming over from london on the 9th - I miss him so much it actually hurts
c. Sleeping in til 2pm on chosen days - the joy of languitude
d. getting my hair dyed - sad I know but the roots badly need attention
e. Going to the pub of an evening without feelings of guilt
f. perhaps finding a housemate, perhaps not - lets face it living on your own is the height of luxury as far as I am concerned.
g. perhaps sorting out my crazed lovelife, then again I havent managed that in 4 years, so perhaps not.
h. Rinking it up big style. (i tire of casual wear and long to strut about in one of my delectable suits)
i. rediscovering my euphoric trance-loving alter-ego. Shine here I come.
J. and perhaps the saddest of all - knitting myself another scarf - we small people tend to feel the cold.
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August 10th, 2005
02:36 am - I keep falling over I keep passing out.
God but we human beings are the stupidest things.
and the most unpredictable. today i wanted to cry but i couldnt. that is the loneliest feeling ever.
so i worked...and I drank tea...I wrote a letter to an old friend. Then I had coffee and a smoke while I thought of things and people I miss, and watched it try to rain.
Chris came over to cheer me up. we lay on my bed and agreed that the good ship is indeed the most comfortable thing ever.
then we heard my letterbox snap.
in the porch was a little present for me all the way from china. with messages from ursie and kathryn. It's okay isn't it? Everything is ok.
I am increasingly getting the feeling that i am not sure what is going on. Is this confusion a sign of my impending senility? Or is uncertainty the guts of that thing they call 'growing up'?
I don't know, i don't want to anymore. I need to go to bed. I need to 'chill my fucking bones'. darn tootin.
My lip ring fell out and it hurts. I have to get up early (7am) to go see the doktor and find out why I amusingly blacked out on saturday. Oh Dear God of the alarm clock, I pray that I get up in time.
That is all.
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August 9th, 2005
03:29 pm - This is the one and only time I shall say this
Ok here goes.
I do not have an agenda.
No alterior motives shall be found here.
I have tried lying, sorry - can't do it.
Frankly the idea of using people makes me nauseous.
I do believe in seeing the good that is in people.
It is there, you just have to look hard enough.
I believe in the unexpected. Humanity can surprise us when we are at our lowest ebb.
Perhaps this is why I make friends in unconventional ways.
....because I don't expect things of my friends. It is enough that they are around - that way I need only be alone by choice.
Just try not to hurt me, I have a limited threshold for shite. Perhaps you have realised this already.
Yes, I have issues like anyone else. But I probably won't share them with you. We all know each of us has lived.
Second-guessing is what ruins friendship. I won't be bitter though. I'm sure we had fun at some point along the way.
Take me as you find me.
Wouldn't that be a decent enough start?
Current Music: Elbow
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July 15th, 2005
01:23 am - mini adventure
i am going home to the county ranch tomoro afternoon for fun, sun, greeness etc at least for a few hours.
do come along
Current Music: interpol. PDA
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12:58 am - Oh LiveJournal....
I have neglected you so....thou hast been forsaken for the uber coolness that is myspace. When will i learn the error of my fickle heart? *sobs*
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June 11th, 2005
08:52 am - calling all househunters
hey peeps.
uh, a friend has just left me in the lurch at the final stage of getting a house in stranmillis.
i am urgently looking for a housemate now - i'd pretty much welcome anyone who is not a convicted murderer etc.
nice house, 2 bed, great sized rooms and loads of storage, yard with secure lockup for bikes etc. £220 per month. to take up 1st july.
as i say this is kindof urgent lest i end up in a hideous boxroom somewhere, so if interested, please contact me asap on 07841537420.
i'm fairly easy going and stuff, but i really dont want to be homeless!
thanks!
Current Mood: semi-frantic
Current Music: pandakopanda
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May 9th, 2005
10:48 pm - i want a light saber
i want one. they make noises too. how cool are these weapons?
and i'm sorry for being such a boring girl, but you know, i kinda have to do some amount of work in the year to get thru.
but please, feel free to give me a lightsaber if you wish to improve my mood.
Current Music: talk show host - radiohead
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April 28th, 2005
10:55 pm - notes to self
hot,
bothered,
frustrated,
pissed of with stupid effing drugs not appearing when i tell them to,
tear-stained, and covered in eyeliner (why do i wear so much of it? because it is lovely.), someone made me cry today
upset, cos there was a reason they made me cry
worried, my exams are getting too close for comfort
fuzzy, my nose also bled in a rare emotio-physiological reaction to distress
still a wee bit stoked from being allowed to giggle on Queen's Radio last nite
intellectually stimulated - i read the independent twice today in order not to do work
sore - my foot hurts again
still upset, because i cant stand up for myself
wanting to run away, again.
waiting - for my new camera to arrive. then i can do even less real work
hopeful. maybe tomoro will be better?
Current Mood: see above
Current Music: the divine comedy. commuter love
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April 27th, 2005
07:37 pm - emo emo emo
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07:14 pm
these are some snaps i took at the limer on 12th april. you're a pretty bunch!
ooh yes and some shots of teenage style drinking in claire's bedroom. like being 14 again...
dusty is the prettiest of all ;)
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April 19th, 2005
09:53 pm - WELCOME HOME CIARAN!!!!!
Imagine my surprise this evening when i opened my door and found the traveller returned!
Ciaran is still by far one of the tallest ppl i know, but he is now as tanned as a wooden spoon (simile provided by ruth;)), and is sporting a hairboy haircut of lethal emoness. resembling Beck strongly atm.
so, we must now go out to reintroduce the boy to the scene...and of course my nodrinking pledge has to go out the window. well i managed a week - surely this is worthy of some snaps?
welcome home kiddo, belfast has missed you *
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April 18th, 2005
09:49 pm
ok no.1, wtf is up with that little person at the bottom of every post imitating all my moods in a very annoying fashion? how do i get rid of this dork?
apart from that, things are kinda crappy, kinda good.
because my foot is being an eejit i had to stay off today, so i read sum pharmacy notes,
didn't eat because the kitchen is downstairs and that hurts too much, drank water from my tap (not recommended), did more revision, did an essay plan, tried and failed to do yukky statistics, read nu manga comix ( blade).
and then i had sum more of the pink pills that look a wee bit like smarties. then i went to sleep it was nice.
then my papa rang. he is coming to see me tomoro yay, the dog slobbered down the phone at me too which was nice.
and i've been chattering to claire and michael on msn which is lovely cos they are brill.
i bid for a lomo camera on ebay (pleasegodletmegetitiloveitso)
and looked for sumwhere to live again.
and not a drop of alcomahol has passed these lips of mine ;).
Current Mood:  contemplative
Current Music: tracer amc -elmwood ave
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April 15th, 2005
09:50 pm - Meh!
An unwelcome period of captivity owing to silly silly feet has forced several realisations upon me.
1. This foot is really frickin sore
2. It is a good thing for myself and the world that i am off the drink, but i still want to partee. Rudedoodle and I may attend Go! team in wheelchairs.
3. I really need to start sum work. But i did an essay today which sumwhat quenches the guilt factor.
4. My bedroom is really very untidy. This becomes aparent when forced to spend any amount of time in it.
5. I hav unwittingly upset my very good pal kam-ling. This vexes me.
6. I have no more books in belfast cos much of my stuff is at home in ballinderry... and there are only 60 more pages to the book i am reading and oh shit what am i going to do after that? work?? no frickin way!
7. I have still not found anywhere to live. As of June 1st (which is also the fateful day i am allowed to drink again) i will be homeless. so if you see me sitting on the pavement avec chien et vin, that is why.
8. I still do not know how to upload photos on this thing. annoying.
9. I do not have atv in my room. A lamentable oversight.
10. I have only ever kissed complete mentalists. Does this mean that I too = mentalist?
Also my little bro ( who is unfortunately taller than myself) has broken his thumb just in time for his GCSE's.
This has triggered some feelings of the older-sister type, so I am going home to give him a big hug and perhaps present him with a nu ps2 game or sumsuch delight to numb the annoyance of having a big splint on his thumb.
On the other hand now i may finally be able to beat him at pool and san andreas, as his manual dexterity will be significantly reduced. I'm just a ray of sunshine i am.
feeling out of the loop already, even tho my hermitage has only lasted 30 hours to date. i'm away to find a tv in this big scary house of mine so i can truly be a time waster!
Current Mood:  sore
Current Music: pj harvey: who the fuck?
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April 13th, 2005
03:53 pm - omg mates
lovely claire just rang me to check my mental state after last nite's cataclismic (sp?) revelations and rantings in streets.
even when sick herself she is thinking of others. a true friend bless her little stripey sox.
so the limelight was hoppin, as was I due to continuing sore foot situ. friends were hugged, cool nu ppl were met...including the mental and lovely trainee nurses who are coming to biffy tomoro.YEEEEEEEEEEEEow
other news, omg leah liek so screamed at this fella in da street last nite liek it was so rare.
ahem, yes well. these things happen occasionally. Question? is god out to smote me by rendering every hot boy who comes my way a complete tosser?....
leah also performed well in lab class this mornig . altho still enjoying sensations of being still quite tipsy, she kept this to herself and instead swanned about in the white coat MOST professionally.
the drugs she made could possibly kill any patient they were prescribed to, but at least she looked the part.
so, work work work like its 1999, with a short break to unleash the emoness for biffy. (stripes neone?)
then, and my feet are tapping as i write this.... we're out for the weekend, rounding off sunday with a bit of shaking our asses at The GO! Team. YYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOW. ironic dancing and sunglasses AHOY!
But no drink for me. i hereby pledge that not another drop shall pass these lips until midnight, June 1st. I promise, and for every sneaky unit consumed the above mentioned dustyelf will be forced to fulfill a series of forfeits, as directed by her friends. I have will power, i will do this!
Current Mood:  hopeful
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