Ponystep

SOMEtimes. i want to go and stick icecream cones to horses foreheads so they look like unicorns. sprinkle a bit of glitter on them, plait beads into there manes and they're ready to go. Your very own live mythological creature. yours forever!!

The mum and her mot went away to Buxton (i didnt even know it was a place, i thought it was just a brand of bottled water) to most likely get it on and see an opera concert featuring a famous bassoon player, (you know, they dont even sell popcorn at those things right?!) So when i got home last night feeling depressed because i bought three scratch card and didnt win a penny i found that my sister had cooked a dinner for me complete with a glass of wine and candles. i felt like such a classy bird even if it felt a little bit strange eating in a romantic setting with my 12 year old sibling. 

...a slightly less interesting week so far and i know you must be devastated that i dont have news of amazing shit that went down so fuck you. heres other stuff i plan to do.

-find the irish cobrasnake (this guy) and get snapped!

-have a pretty sweet skinny dipping party

-eventually win £££ on a scratch card since im pretty much addicted to them

-comb the deadlock out of hair, failing that, pimp it out a bit

-get one of those paper crowns you get free from burger king

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Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end

Heading off to London tomorrow for 10 days, doing an internship with You magazine and then Grazia magazine, much and hopefully fruitful shopping, and seeing darling Benedicta. 

I cannot wait, but i'm also apprehensive because i'll be doing so much traveling on my own, and even the Dublin bus system baffles me, let alone the Tube!

Also my crippling social awkwardness makes the prospect of meeting all these cool magazine people absolutely terrifying. Agh. 

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Also, i hate people with emotions and who complain instead of bottling everything up and dealing with it them-goddamn-selves the self-destructive way like the rest of us. 

Pussies.

Xoxo, Aoife. 

you better run, better run. outrun my gun.

Friday there was a big school assembly for sixth form on university and ucas, where you want to study, what your aspirations in life were, really it was pointless because most people were sitting there thinking about there future in Co-op and Morrisons and how many cools trackie bottoms and super-white trainers they can buy with their wages. I just got this massive urge to stand up and shout FUCK THIS I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY AND LOVED AND HAVE WEED AND CHOCOLATE AT MY DISPOSAL. so i got up and left and wandered out of town until i got to this field where i sat and a joint. this nice hippie with dreadlocks walked by and gave me knowing smile, his dog was lovely too. 

peace, raya

I wish i could help everyone instead of hating everyone.

Fancy Dress Dubstep@Llani

It was either dress up tribal or kitty cat. Not going to even try to pull off slutty nurse/ policewoman. 
besides... FUCK THE PO-LICE

Back down south

After a year of being in boarding school/ expulsion, dealing with overtly methodist cunts, family drama and being told that failure at school with result in me being shunned in society and living off the dole, i felt like it was time for a much needed holiday. This summer i'm planning on absolutely bumming it and being a complete vagabond.

Vagabond: The act of leaving behind the orderly world to travel independently for an extended period of time. A deliberate way of living that makes freedom to travel possible

Just for a little while though.. I'll have my massive backpack, a cardboard sign and just enough money to buy the next round of beer. Couchsurfing, an acient ritual for the mysterious creature that is the Partyboy, will be my main method of shelter this summer, relying on the generosity of dirty students, beer pong enthusiasts and whoever else is up for a laugh.
I shall abandon my habbits of regular showers, proper meals and confirmed bedding to be substituted with beer and biscuits. Who better to do it with than fellow blogger, part-time mermaid and Partyboy Aoife?

love/hate/teenage angst from a small town..
Raya