The future's looking bright, tonight.

Don't cry, life's a miracle. 

With more love that you can imagine, 

Aoife ♥

Fuck poetry let's party

Hello my ducklings.
Snow snow snow. All snow and no school makes Aoife happy.
Last week i went to the Kat Von D book signing and i met her and gave her a hug and she signed my Beethoven tape and said it was soo rad and that she was going to copy it and then i died. Great day.
So anyways, life is sweet at the moment.
I think my boobs are getting bigger. This is bad.

Also, this. This is bad.

this is the first time i've seen snow. ever. for real. wow. i'm just amazed. i've been eating it off aoife's windowsill all day and it really does make a lovely post-breakfast snack. apart from being snowed in; i have a mountain of essays to write for teachers who really should fuck off and eat some cock cheese or something. 
   all rants aside i am fully aware that we've been shitty bloggers this past week and a half and although the pictures are lovely, they don't exactly compensate for real writing now do they? i have four major esssays to work on today consisting of:
research on the life of Sophocles for classical studies
an essay on the use of the irish harp in gealic ireland for music
how stalin came to power for history
and a major look at about 10000 Sylvia Plath's poems. 
i've sort of made a dent in the Sophocles essay but i've decided to indulge in a break consiting of mindless facebook stalking; blogging natuellment; and listening to bon iver.
the only thing that just takes the biscuit are ALL THE FUCKING PEOPLE WHO POST STATUS' LIKE 
''omg snow!!! xxxxx" 
yes.
we know.
we have windows too, darling.
we can see the 'effing snow.