favourite song

another lovely weekend, another weekend of boyfriend, food, talking, playing the penis game. another weekend of no work; oh well.

Erm.. My name's Lucie and I have dark hair.

For our school year book, we have to fill in a 'questionnaire' of kinds, which is what people will see next to our photo or something in the book. It has Name, Age, etc etc. Then it had 'profile'. I think we are supposed to write a few line about ourself here. What the hell do I write? 'Lucinda Toole. Average height. Average weight. Average face. Average person.';'Lucinda Toole. Shorter than my boyfriend by about a foot but tower my mum. I weigh what's considered as 'normal', but to be honest I have far too much weight on my boobs and bum and not enough on my arms, I think. Some people think I'm pretty, but I have quite a normal face, and I'm normally only considered 'good looking' by people who know me well.'; 'Lucinda Toole, I have a blog and listen to acoustic music. I also love black coffee and painting faces.'

Seriously, I have no idea.

Then, another question: How do you want to be remembered?

Probably less nerdy than I am, and bit cooler. I want everyone to remember me as being really great and generally wonderful, obviously, but that's not very realistic. How do I want to be remembered.

It's really difficult to define yourself in a box to be put in a book which most people won't even read. There's so much to say, but no where to start.

we're singing out of tune but I still wanna sing it with you

Oh gah

I've certainly had a mood swingy few days. I've been bombarded with mock exams, when I have things I need to be worried out far more about. Oh well, no more mocks this week, but a real Spanish oral on Monday. Buen suerte...

By the way guys, i love my friends. I mean my actual friends - the ones I've been friends with for years now, who I can talk to about anything. I love how when we just TALK, about exactly what we feel, I realise how normal I am, and that all the things I worry about, well, other people worry about it too. I also love Glamour magasine, it makes me laugh and gives me free conditioner which smells really nice like men's aftershave.

i know you don't care what my middle name is

This weekend was lovely.

I'm gonna probably post a big ol' 'I loved this weekend' post tomorrow, but I thought I ought to just put it out there that it was the best in ages.

Despite the worst cold ever, I really enjoyed myself and realised that sitting in a field, just talking and looking is the best thing to do. Ever.

p.s. feet absolutely kill, sunday night parties = fun but shit, i have to actually get up tomorrow

ma meilleure amiee, Kleenex

I didn't take this, obviously. It's my mumma on her honeymoon in a butterfly farm, and I just think it's quite lovely.
So basically have been surrounded by tissues all day, because of this god forsaken cold which is making me feel like my nose is twice as big as the rest of my face. Which, actually, is not far off. And it's gone all red. And, right in the centre of my bottom lip, I have some cut because my stupid boyfriend made me hit myself in the face with my watch last night, in an attempt to stop me tickling him. Still tickled him, and it's embarrassing how much more ticklish he is than me. So eff you.

I need to get a new phone today; Blackberry or Nokia? I know I know, Blackberrys are 'amazing', but there's some funky deal where you get a load of free music with the Nokia. And I technically 'hate' Blackberrys, even though I secretly love them and wish I had one. I think I'll just go for BB. So long, money.

Now, I need to go to town and get that, practise my Spanish orals (which is really hard with a cold.) (and I'm really happy that my English teacher taught me the difference between 'practice' and 'practise'. The first is a noun, you see. And then I'm going to sit with my head in a bowl of Vicks so I can wear my cute little skater dress to a party tonight, instead of sitting alone at home watching Eternal Sunshine. Actually, that would be quite nice because I haven't watched that film in aaaaaaages.

hello

I found all these when looking for images for my GCSE Art by Henri Cartier-Bresson. Aren't they just... lovely?

i can taste you

sometimes I worry that I don't do things because I'm scared of being crap at them, or totally failing. This isn't supposed to sound self loving, in fact I'm expressing self loathing. I've never got below what I'm expected to in an exam, and I'm normally not happy unless I get above what is expected of me. I'm the kind of person that will be annoyed by those 2 marks I dropped somewhere in a 6 page Philosophy and Ethics paper. So, I'm a bit of a neurotic keeno, therefore I don't really put myself on the line. And it means I might not get to be what I truly want to be one day... Whatever that is.

Ok, so I don't really know where I'm going with this.

tying the knot

I might have blogged about this before, but I'm going to do it again.

I know a lot of Christians, and, to be honest, it's just odd how young they all marry. My friend is 22, and she is engaged, to be married next summer. I'm not saying she shouldn't do it; she's so happy and her and her fiancé will be perfect. I just find it hard to grasp.

I know a couple, who have been married for about 15 years maybe, and have been together since one of them was in their teens. They're perfectly happy, but on the first night they got together, they pretty much decided they would get married.

There's definitely something lovely about it. Romantic and fairytale. But at the same time... Their first and last, one and only... Can you be totally sure if you've never been you without them?

In your face, C7

You don't scare me with your titration and your relative atomic mass. I will get an A in you, and then I will never speak of you again. Because. You. Suck.

la mort, c'est la mort. mais l'amour, c'est l'amour. la mort c'est seulement la mort. mais l'amour... c'est l'amour.

is this not just lovely?

I lovelovelove this CD cover - it's beautiful. I love the detail in the branches. And I really like the song it's for, and She & Him. And Zooey Deschanel in general.

why don't you sit right down and make me smile?

au printemps

I'm such an 'other people's relationships' pervert. My friend has a bit of a love affair blossoming, and it makes me really happy. Maybe I'm just a empathetic, happy person with a lot of emotions. Or I'm just a little odd. But, anyway, I'm really happy for her. :)

family.

at The East

L: oh, 69 sounds nice

M: Well yes it is but you're far too young for that Lucie

when opening presents

d:Miranda, do you like my new jumper? chasmere!

L: well that's a camp card fron uncle adrian

M:what, camper than chippendales?

sorry for this totally nonsense post, but you really do have to love them.

Well, I spent a lot of money today.

I did a classic me: 'buy it all and then take back what you like least'

Well, as I knew would happen, I very much like them all, so will be keeping them all unless my mum persuades me to return the flimsy bit of cloth I spent £30 on. But it's nice and summery! So go away mother.

I will now have next to no money for 29 days, and the little I do have will, no doubt, be spent on Starbucks and alcohol. And probably hair dye.

I even said I wanted to buy a nice pair of shoes this month. Oh woe is me.

It's worrying

It's worrying how, in my head, my response to most things now a days are, 'I'd rather just sleep'.

6 impossible things before breakfast

I saw Alice in Wonderland today and I really liked it.

I must admit, it wasn't really how I expected it to be, but it was never going to be. That's what I love about Tim Burton; he will always surprise you. He never does anything by the book and he doesn't even care about the rules.

The story fit together nicely, and although I really did see some of the twists coming, it didn't ruin it at all. He picked out all the best bits, and I especially liked the flying rocking horse. The costumes were actually gorgeous; whoever got to design those is the luckiest person in the world. Make up too!

Anyway, I still found Deppppp very lovely with eyes the size of ping pong balls and ginger hair - he is just wonderful. Maybe a bit too Jack Sparrow, but the Scottish made my day. HBC was immense, 'but it's my cwwwwown!', and Alice was perfect. It was another one of those visually dazzling (lol) films and it had the best cast there could be - I love Anne Hathaway. But, I wasn't impressed with how much weight she lost for the film? She looked gorgeous, but it was something I liked about her.

Mais oui, good film, something a bit different and you can just lose yourself in it. Thumbsss up matey.

Oh, the dancing bit, no comment.

at the end of the day.

I've had a nice revelation (no idea if this is the right word, but kinda sounds like it could sit there?) today. This morning, I was literally wanting to climb back into my bed, read Jodi Picoult and listen to Kate Walsh all day, I was really dreading this Thursday.

Ask my friends - I was complaining all day about how long my life was going to be tonight - French, dance, drama - and I think they got a bit fed up. But, one minute I was walking into my first lesson with my face as sour as a lemon, and the next I was packing away in 5th period, throwing paper at - thus annoying immensely - my boyfriend (oh how odd it feels still that I actually have one of those). When I got home, there were eat natural bars in the cupboard. The evening was already looking that bit sunnier. The French was over, and I quite enjoyed chatting to my great granny style tutor about holidays and learning a bitta grammar. Then it was time for dance, and I had a jolly ol' time prancing around to KOL and Cheryl Cole and eating amazing foamy caterpillars from M&S. Deffo getting those to take to the cinema tomorrow. Next thing I knew, I was at my drama teacher's house watching Helen Bonham Carter playing Olivia in Twelfth Night on the TV.

What I'm trying to say is, things that we dread are never as bad as we think; looking across the mass of exams and work we have to do looks absolutely terrifying, but we'll just do it. And it will all be ok, because it always is. Life is fine, you just have to do it.

ALICE IN WONDERLAND TOMORROW. Immense levels of excitement. And Nando's. Tomorrow will be g-o-o-d.

A Fine Frenzy

Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images

You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick

I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images

And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you would never let forget these images, no

I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy
To walk right in and out of my life?

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

atm

excited about seeing Alice in Wonderland this Friday with tha bestiess.

worried about the Spanish oral I have to take in 3 weeks. This is the least prepared for an exam I've ever been. Fml.

reading My Sister's Keeper - Jodi Picoult. I though I would hate it, but I really, really don't.

loving this cup of coffee - it's in a football shaped mug and I think it makes it taste better.

creating a pink and purple seascape with a horse running through the middle. Ok, so, not right now, but it's the most creative activity I'm doing at this period of my life.

hating how I can see my social life slowly coming to a halt as these exams get closer.

craving sleep.

listening to My Manic and I - Laura Marling.

watching 90210 tonight; I'm mega excited.

wondering whether I'll be able to do it this time.

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