?

why do i always find myself here when it's raining really really heavily?

i had a nice night.

we didn't even kiss, but it was just so lovely.

he's just so lovely. i don't really know what to do with myself when he's around. when it got light, i was still awake and so was he, but we were counting our breaths. and he breaths r e e e e a a l l y y y slowly, and i just felt safe. i just feel safe with him. it's so nice.

rain

i kind of like it when it rains really hard. it's comforting.

i've had the loveliest day.

well, there was some sucky bits, but mainly it was lovely.

i suppose. ahh. i don't know

i am so so tired.

so tired.

it's all in my bones

and my eyes and

my shoulders.

love me.

man, i'm in a funny mood.

tralalala.

GLASTONBURY:

-stevie was the BOY ;)

-i've managed to retain my pleasant state of paleness.

-met so many lovely new people.

-listened and danced about to so much awesome music.

-discovered a huge love for reggae.

-drunk a lot of cider. nomnomnom.

-spent the whole time with the coolest-boy-in-the-world.

-watched the football & understood the offside rule... after it had been explained to me by an excessively stoned old hippy.

-sustained a content state of drunken/high-ness for the entire five days.

i can only hope that the rest of the summer carries on in the same vein...

-

i wish i was tiny. it must be lovely to be a waif, a little willow tree. it must be lovely to be thin.

food is such a temptation all the time, and this is bad, because i have to concentrate very hard on my weight: i gain so easily.

i just want to be irina lazareanu.

she's friends with kate moss and pete doherty. she's beautiful. and she's just so prettily small.

ho hum.

it's been a while.

it's finally half term, so let the camp-outs, cider, no-revision, gigs and sunshine flowwwww.

it's been madness, and it's only half way gone. lovely jubbly.

things are just so much more beautiful when you know that tomorrow you're going to be holding hands with the coolest boy in the world allllllllllll day. love my life. x

i am so confused.

don't get me wrong, i love being drunk.

i like feeling dizzy, running up hills without getting out of breath, feeling numb all over, looking at the sky and kissing the boy who i really like in a big way, but am too shy to explain my feelings to.

i love all of that.

but i don't love having a two day hangover, and still feeling drunk even though it's now sunday evening and i stopped drinking in the early hours of saturday.

also, my memory is like MAGICALLY GOOD when i'm sober, but it all goes to pot when i'm not. i don't remember me and the lovely boy walking along the cycle path quoting romeo and juliet to eachother. it was the facebooked video that reminded me of that.

don't you love being too young and too careless.

bleugh.

too tired and busy and upset to do anything.

even though i hate this expression, and it's really annoying and over-used and stupid, it fits my feelings atm:

FML.

dfkjgv;fdkjg;fdkl

you are such a mind fuck.

that top picture is actually how i feel when you look at me.

and not in a good way

x

election.

GET READY TO BE SHOCKED.

a fifteen year old girl is about to blog about politics.

FIRSTLY, one thing that fucking annoys me is all the little blonde hairdressing students who totter around town on their new look heels and bat fully plastic eyelashes, moaning about how they don't get ema 'cos their parents are too rich, moaning about how they would have gone to uni if the fees weren't so much, moaning about how all of the rubbish bags are left outside their houses for days RUNONSENTENCEOVER. then, after all that moaning, when i mention the fact that they can vote, they're all 'oh no, that's boring, i don't get it, why the fuck would i want to vote?'

and i reply with an angry 'well stop fucking moaning about things. you have NO SAY unless you FUCKING VOTE'

rant over. kinda. no jokes tho, it's ridiculous that they have a right to vote.. but don't. even if they vote for the monster raving loony party, that's a) one more vote to keep evil people like the BNP from winning any seats, and b) it's a VOTE. they have VOTED, and therefore i don't mind their moaning quite as much. fucking hell!

personally, i think david cameron is a twat, gordon brown has no charisma and nick clegg is basically the lib dem version of god. if i could vote, it would be for cleggyyyy baby. for sure.

who would you guys vote for, or who will you vote for?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

keys keys keys.

OH FOR FUCK SAKE.

all i wanna do is get into my house!

i'm 100%, fully and totally locked out.

but instead of being sensible and trying to sort myself out,

i whacked out my laptop and connected to my wireless!

technology these days, it's magical.

but still,

WAHHH. i want my SOFA.

school.

being back at school has killed me.

maths has killed me.

WHO THE FUCK NEEDS TO KNOW ABOUT SURDS AND INDIRECT PROPORTION.

..not me.

glee. no.

three posts in one day might be slightly excessive considering i'm pretty sure nobody's read any of them.. but STILL.

i was pondering through my msn list, trying to find some more people to speak to, and then all of a sudden i kind of realised that there was only one person on there that i wanted to speak to.

i was feeling all cheerful and like, nawh, because i was speaking to him already and it was just a nice moment.

then he goes

'FUCK! LILY. I'M MISSING GLEE. GOTTA GO'

that killed it ever so slightly.

i hate glee. oh so much.

science revision. do. not. want.

i totally understand that we should have a well rounded knowledge, covering a vast range of topics.. but seriously. i cannot fathom when i'm ever going to need to know the exact and intricate workings of a coal-fuelled power plant in real life, ever. especially when it won't be long before there's not any coal left.

good morning.

hello hello hello.

so, here i am.

i'm not really sure how to do this blogging thing, and it'd be terribly embarrassing to write and for nobody to read it. ahh, well.

i think it's sunny outside, but i'm sat in my stylish hovel of a bedroom with the curtains pulled tight shut, slowly recovering from yesterday. private education = more holidays, hence the reason for me being so utterly hungover on a monday morning when everyone else seems to be sat in lessons. is it even monday? i lose all orientation in the holidays. but it's back to school tomorrow to start focusing more on A's and A* than on boys and getting as crazy as possible.

expect plenty of postings. i tend to get ever so slightly crazed with things like this and do them to excess.

i think i need some ice cream,

speak soon.

Lily x