IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!! I didn't get many an exciting thing, as you would think (I've found from experience that age at birthday is inversely proportional to excitingness of birthday presents) but I got money for a new phone. My old one got bust in a sodagun fight at work. Don't ask. Anyway, yes, I find the fact that I'm now twenteen (and still clutching desperately at the few remaining straws of teenageredness, it would seem...) slighty exciting in itsself. And the fact that Steve hasn't actually got me anything inversely exciting. Evil bastard.

Last night was my first proper night's sleep since my operation!! Yhey!! And seeing as I think this calls for celebration, I rekon I'm justified in sitting here browsing sitD and chatting on MSN INSTEAD of doing my two 3,000-word essays which I was supposed to be doing while I was ill. Am ill. I still am ill. Yes, yes I am. :D And maybe the essays will get done..... iiinnnnn.... my sleep. Went back to work last night. It was nice to see everyone again, but I had to leave early because I didn't feel well. But I think working 'till 3 in the morning after over a week of ill-sick-yuckness would be taking things a tad too far anyway. I got to keep my tips anywho, so I'm happy! :o) There's no food in the house!! I treid to eat a Kettlechip last night, got about half way through it, took about 10 minutes in the process and then gave up all hope of ever eating Kettlechipps again. Dammit. And it wasn't even that big a chip. But I can still eat pasta and mashed potato, so I guess I should be greatful seeing as the starving children in Africa don't even have pasta and mashed potato. But I'm not. :D

Operations are so much fun!! I love operations! Especially when the operation envolves general anesthetic, which I have a genuine fear of! Golly what fun that is! Character building stuff! It's especially fun when a week later after having nearly recovered from said operation you find out that it's got infected!!! Whoopee!!! So that's why I've been waking up at 3 every morning with my mouth tasting like someone crawled into it, shat in it, and died, and puss leaking out onto my face and hair!!! ?@£&*++&*($£^£"$%&"$£&RFHSZdfli86g86f!!!!!!!!!! Yes, I know it's minging, but you're not the one who now survives on a basic diet of really really concentrated orange squash and Murray Mints. Not fun. :o(

I've not written in this thing for a LONG TIME. So bear ~# with @^+ £ %$ me if ??? I forgot how !!!!!!! ~{} to use it. NYAHAHA! :oD

Wow, I haven't written in this thing for yonks. So I'll let you all know what's going on and that. Yar. 1. I finished with Chris, like, ages ago. He sucked. 2. I am a cocktail waitress. And I want no comments about how much it suits me, please... 3. I'm seeing my boss. Erm... Cocktail waitress?! 4. I've got a new kingsize bed!!! Yeeeeyah!! 5.I just came back from the shittest week in France EVER, which has cost me a soul-destrying £200. ARGH. 6. I have to re-enroll at college on monday. Now what the fuck is that all about?! 7. I'm off to see Jamiroquai tomorrow. YEEAHAAHAHHHHDBIEJNCOAPI PA9JFpihjfqpiefg;idn988y0r84fjpjnefouahc9f!!!!!:D:D:D End.

I never really abandon this dairy. I just don't write in it for fucking ages. :oD

Wow, this diary needs a change of decoration... later. When I can be arsed. Went over to Mary's last night, seeing as she now actually has a house!! Wheheeeeyyy!!... erm... anyway, yes, Mary's house, and I helped to paint Vicky's room. Hence me now being very tired and covered in emulsion. Even on my feet people, ON MY FEET!! Yes, Lucy has sexy white feet. Feel the feet kids, feeeeeeel it... Boyfriend, being moody, God knows why. Maybe I should throw some water over his head. Or throw me over his head. He'd like that. MY GOODNESS HE HAS A HUGE WILLY!!! I saw it the other day, well, no I didn't see his actual penis, because he had jeans on, but... yeah you probably don't want to know about my boyfriend's penis. But it was impossibly huge. Wheeeeee!!

My goodness, I havent written in here for about 19837918749834 years. I wonder if anyone will notice that I have now... Anyway... a few main points: I have a boyfriend, who looks like this: Well, at least he did look like that when he was about 18 or something (22 now), but I don't have any pictures of him not looking about 12 and/or like a monkey. That is the best one. So if you don't like it, eat shit. I got triple destinction on my history coursework last week, meaning I fucking rule. Alex moved house. Fuck knows why I'm telling you Alex moved house. It's not like he moved miles away or anything. Psch. I have a webcam. And have thus acheived compulsary myspace OhMyGosh picture: And a Fuckload of other ones. Yaaaaaar.

I saw Alex today! Woohoo!! Well, it wasn't that interesting really seeing as all we did was go to college to pay my £2.50 library fine (haha!!) and then wonder around Leeds for a bit. But he bought my lunch. So yay for that. :oD An he wasn't being a complete wanker (even though I rekon he only redeemed himself by buying me lunch. The rest of the time he spent showing me his "getting there..." 6 pack (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!) and talking about how every girl in the world fancies him). Well would you look at that, a bracket inside a bracket. :oD I need a new hot-haired man. Why am I not in Liverpool, you might ask? Well, well, well... it's because I, a) Don't have the money, b) Had to return said library books and pay said large fine, aaaand c) I rekon I had to do something tomorrow but I can't for the life of me remeber what it was. There was something... I know there was!! Oh and I have a Les bastard Mis rehearsal on Friday. So Liverpool ist n'est pas une option. And don't ask what language that last scentence was in. Last night's baptism service was good though, as was the pub afterwards, as allways. I met this guy called Dan who everyone knew but I hadn't ever seen before in my entire life, and we descussed how the big American-evangelical-fuckwank churches in Bradford (i.e. churches like the one Alex goes to...) are a big pile of American evangelical fuckwank. Wheheeey. Gospel choir tonight!! Yaaaay!!! I'm sorry Tommy!!!! :'o( ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You'd better be sorry you heartless woo-man. This is Tommy. I am hijacking Lucy's diary. Do not panic. Stay still and you won't die. Tee hee. We looked at sculptures yesterday. Well Lucy looked. I giggled. They were naked!!!! Tee hee. Well I'm going to go before she smooshes me for writing in her diary. :D

Hehehehe I got my hair cut and it's well fucking sexy. I like this hairdresser. That much that I'm going back. For a trim. For £20. $*&£%#?!$%$&!!!! Hee hee I'm happy anyway because now I'm the one with the hot hair! Yesyesyes in your face Alexander Jeffrey!! Mwhaha! I also got two new jackets! I zip up grey hoodie from Miss Selfridge for £7 and a Dark green one from Topshop for... errm... *cough*£18*cough*. And now I have no money. Boohoo. :oD

I'm writing an entry. April Foooooooools!!! Anyway. Yes. Had to get that out of my system. Ahem. So. Today... ... I am getting my hair cut!!!!!! :oD :oD :oD Oh yes, the mythological mop that has baffled theologists and scientists across the globe for centuries is finally about to be sculpted into something beautiful by the kind people at Heiress. Providing it is actually beautiful and doesn't look really really crap. Because if it does they will paaaaayy... And my mother has agreed to pay for half of it. So what have I got to loose?! Other than a tenner. And my hair. Which I kind of care a lot about. ... I don't like hairdressers... Anyway, Alex, still hasn't text me back. Do I care, no. Do I still check my phone every five minutes for any sign of life, yes. Crap what if he really is dead or something? His mum wouldn't know to tell me... neither would any of his friends... I woudn't know 'till I got back to college... I'd better ring him just to make sure. You know you followed the logic there. I will ring Alex. Yesyes. It's only the right thing to do. To make sure he's not dead. Eeeeehehe. :oD

I went out for Hayley's birthday on Monday, we were supposed to go to Tom Smith's house for pizza, then go to Buzz. Only I hate pizza, Tom Smith, and now Tubby's back in town I also hate Buzz. Yay. So me and Sarah went to Tom's house for the pizza, only I didn't have any and everyone got drunk and I felt left out. And no one spoke to me. So what I origionally thought was true, I officially have made better friends in the past 7 months than I have in the past 5 years. Hmmmm. lesseeeee... Alex hasn't text me back about the baptism on Sunday, making me think that maybe he's fallen out with me about that stupid argument we had on the phone. It wasn't as if we didn't resolve it or anything, I mean, we were fine by the end of the call. But maybe he's a little pissed off at me or something. I dunno. I don't care. Wait... yes I do. Quite a lot. :oP One good thing about Monday was that I saw Scho again. Scho rocks. But he hasn't text me back either. Raaar. Oooh, and I managed to save £20 by not going out, so now I can buy some of the things I need to buy. Like a jacket and more tops that I don't hate for college, and mascara. And hair dye. Dammit. I might go back to black. Hmmm... Ugh what is this, don't text Lucy back week?!?! I also told Tommy I'd be in Liverpool on Monday but forgot about Hayley's birthday thing so I didn't in the end. So now Tommy's probably mad at me. Bah. I'm sorry Tommy :o(. I suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

[00:06:00] sarah jean: i saw tubby and charlie in the castle on monday [00:06:12] -lu-lu-label: :| [00:06:20] -lu-lu-label: okay i really didnt want to know that [00:06:48] sarah jean: sorry [00:06:50] sarah jean: :( Nice one. Tubby's back in town. Now I can spend the entire holiday hoping he'll pop up round every corner. What fun. Aaaaaaand I got invited out for a meal ond round town for Hayley's birthday, but I can't afford the meal so I'm gonna have to just borrow a fiver off Sarah to get into Buzz, and then spend this new unique opportunity to look for Tom again and then, probably want to go home when I find him. I love my life. Alex is being a twat. But at least the kids holiday club is going well. Yay. Fuck off.

Bah. Bad day. The Les Miserables rehearsal was a pile of wank. The director, Marissa, who's a whiney bitch anyway, has now swopped my parts around about 28756837457 times so now I may as well not be in it, seeing as I have no idea what I'm doing. AAArrrrgahgrGSWRGAHSGKJCKIkjhbsdfiyhgiyu!!!! I'm overcome by the gayness of the fact that Scott (nerses) has allegedly been banned from the site because of the content of his diary. I think it's a pile of wank, to be perectly honest. I like to think that if I wanted to put something in my diary I would have the right to do it, obviously being prepared for a fair amount of negative feedback if it offended anyone, but honestly, who the hell gives a flying fuck? As far as I'm concerned, if you don't like what I put in my diary, you don't have to fucking read it do you? And as far as I know, I don't think anyone did have a problem with Scott's dairy. I certainly didn't. I appreciate having someone on this site who tells it like it is, especially if that someone's writing was particularly inspiring and interesting. HE WAS A GOOD GUY!! Why don't we get rid of all the whiney emo fags on this site who can't fucking spell or punctuate, and talk about nothing but how they cut themselves last night, or can't live because so-and-so doesn't love them? Because they annoyed the hell out of a lot more people than some really cool guy who was a hell of a lot more inspiring than some suicidal 13-year-old. Hell I don't even know if it's even true but if it is I WANT NERSES BACK!! And if any of you guys agree, leave me a comment or something, and we'll do something the hell about it. P.S. I was joking about the emo fags. They all need lovin' too. Kthnxbye. :oD

Hotmail's being gay for some reason, as is MSN messenger, so now my computer's telling me I have 5 lovely e-mails waiting for me (all of which are probably from myspace or something) but I can access them because MSN sucks. Bah. I ran a scan to try and get rid of my adware beasties, and the scan told me there was 1 really bad one and about 156 other useless ones. So I told it to delete them and guess which one it told me it couldn't delete? The bad one. Arrrrrrrggggghhhh has the computing industry gone mad?!?!?! Anyway, so, todaaaaaayyyy.... I used the good old tried and tested ignore-him-and-he'll-come-running method on Alex, and it worked!! I didn't get to speak to him for most of the day, and it was damn hard to resist the urge to smile at him accross the bar every 2 seconds, but instead of having to put up with him being an arrogant bastard for about two hours, I got about 2 minutes of hug, leaning on, and "I'll ring you.". Yay. Never fails. No, it really doesn't. :oD I GET MY BIBLE TONIGHT!!! :oD :oD :oD I met Sarah in Leeds yesterday so she could buy it, and she took it home so she could wrap it and give it to me tonight. Well, no actually she took it home so she could wrap it and give it to me last night, but she forgot. Bah!! So she got plenty of "What kind of a friend are you?!?!"'s and "But I want it noooooooooowww!!!"'s untill she agreed to bring it tonight. Yay. Speaking of last night, we went to the pub and had a girly chick flick night in honour of Mary going on holiday, and we all went to Vicky's and I ate all the cheese. Mwahaha! Mmmm.... cheeeeese...

Firstly, and most importantly, my sister happens to have gayed the mouse by bashing the left click. Meaning I have to resort to use of the stupidly gay old upstairs PC mouse, which, allthough is considerably gay, is not as gay as having to do without the left click, but it doesn't have an effing scrolly wheel for arse's sake. She will pay for a new mouse, even if have have to convince her by manually inserting the old one up her bum. Argh. So, yes, latest events in the world of Lucy. I got to church at five last night, having done none of my music Industry coursework that was to be in for today, and I get a wonderful phone call from Clara to lighten my spirits. It went as follows (and, no, I can't be arssed alternating between bold and italic like I normally do. Especially seeing as I now have a gay mouse. Okay, so that HTML was essential...): "Ey up kid." "Hi Lucy, I was wondering, you know this music industry cousework? Well, do you know what to put for..." "I haven't even started it yet mate." "You're joking?!" "Nope." "Haha good luck, it's taken me, like 10 hours!!" I was gonna be home for about 11 that evening. My initial reaction: SHIT. Especially seeing as I also had a rondo to compose for today. Argh. So I crapped myself for a bit, then tried to do some in the sermon, but didn't get much done, seeing as the sermon was actually quite good (damn God and his sense of humour!!). Then at home and did it in about two hours. Cheers Clara! And then, I managed to blag another extension today for my rondo! Check Lucy being on fire! Mwahahahaha. Alex is pissing me off. Probably because I like him and he has the outright cheek to not like me. How dare he. It's just ain't on. Ugh de ja vous.

Yay I'm 19!!!! Everyone do the Lucy's-19years-old-and-yay-that-means-she's-one-year-older-and-nearly-20 boogie! Oh yeah. No don't ask me how it fucking goes just dance dickhead. I got a sexy new phone, and some sexy Virgin Vie stuff from Alex, and some sexy underwear from Aimie and I'm going to use the remainder of my birthday money (which ain't much ah tell thee) to buy some sexy new Top Shop jeans. Oh yes. I am the sex. Bow down. NOW. Thank you. Heheh. We went for a meal with Sarah, Rosie, Mike, Clara, Laura, Alex, Aimie and Jamie (everyone was amused by the fact that they rhyme. Well okay not everyone. Well okay just me.) and it was cool. Everyone thought Laura was really funny, and that me and Alex were a couple. Hahaha!! Me and Laura then went out, and we dissapointed by the lack of hot guys in Wakefield, but that didn't stop me because when I've had too much wine/vodka/aftershock/generalwank I really couldn't give two fuckerinaroonarahs. Even if it's Nick Peters. Oopsie. :oD Friday morning was actually hell on earth. In fact, I'm gonna not write down any of Friday in the hope that I won't ever have to relive it. EVER. I've got loads of hillarious photos from Thursday night and Friday in my phone, so when my picture messaging thing has been activated I'll email them to me and post them on here. The kind people at Phones for You gave me £20 free credit with my beautiful phone y'see. I would definately reccomend Phones for You, by the way. They had by far the best prices and service of anywhere. I should be on the next flippin' advert. Haha I just went for a toilet break and Alex rang me. While I was on the loo. And he was on his bike. ?! Sexyyyyy... Hahaha!!!

I did my sexy theatre performance today. It was sexy because I am in it and I am sexy. Therefore it was sexy. End. No don't argue. It was fucking hot. Hahah I ended up getting two solo's because Ian's solo was 'Oh Happy Day' and then he left, and then everyone cried, and then made me do it 'cause I'm in a gospel choir and therefore must know how to sing 'Oh Happy Day' perfectly like I'd practiced it. I hadn't, but it went well. And mine and Clara's Little Brittain impressions had my friends in tears. Whether it was because they were laughing at our funnyness or crying at our shitness, or indeed laughing at our shitness I don't know. But I heard people laughing anyway. And it wasn't just all in my head again. No it wasn't. Well, Laurah said it was 'class!!!'. So it must have been awesome. Alex has my P.U.S.H. and W.W.J.D. bracelets. We swopped. I got his pearls and they smell of his passion fruit body lotion. Pearls? Body lotion? Passion fruit?! Shut up he has hot hair. Shut up. :op

AIM sucks bum cheeks. Because I have no friends. I'm friendless. I am the piggy-in-the-middle of AOL Instant Messenger. Pah. I have real friends. So :op. Alex is good and Alex is fiiine and I can't stop thinking about Aleeeexx... it's really really gay. And he acts really gay. I'm starting to notice the fact that I tend to fancy people who are really really camp. And I worry for my future. Heehee I'm so hyper. Last night I went to Sarah's with Vicky, Mary and Nic for films and Ben and Jerry's. It was good fun, and I rekon I put on about 2 stone in as many hours. Because of the ice cream. And I'd do it again. Right now. Today mum cooked the best roast pork ever with the best crackling ever, and the I got chocolate trifle all down my leg. Hehehe. Theeeeeeen I went to church and the service was gay, but then I went to the pub with Vicky and Mary and some other people. We were sitting on our hands to see if we could talk without using them. We couldn't. The conversation ran as dry as my bum. That's some pretty dry shit folks. Eurgh! :oD

Argh argh argh I need to get hold of Sarah to ask her what time her party is tonight and whether I need to go to my dads to have tea or not so I can ring my dad and tell him whether I need to have tea at his house or not but Sarah's not answering her home phone and her mobiles switched off and my hair's gone gay. Argh. I ate too many raisins. Basic summary of the last few days: Thursday - Had argument with mother now solved because mother was given Kit Kat (even though I got it free. Nyaaah.). - Alex did my face in because he's gay (not literally. I hope.). - Went to bible study, was told Mary is getting new house plus wants me as third tenant. Yay. - Also had laugh at bible study. Friday - Fell asleep in Music Industry lecture. - Talked to Alex's mate found out I'm not the only one he's being gay to. - Fell asleep in all other lectures. - Rang Alex and he wasn't being gay. Whoopee. Also promised to pray for double bed for me. - Descovered bust pipe in kitchen, so now entire house smells of poo. Great. Today - Did cleaning. - Stressed about Sarah. - Did more cleaning. Currently - Still stressing about Sarah. - Not cleaning. Erm... no last comments. Alex has hot hair. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!