Maxime Medard

is the fucking man

Check out those mutton chops ahahahahahahahahaha! Francois is looking good too, and suddenly I've got RWC fever. What does RWC stand for? THE RUGBY WORLD CUP. Not until September next year, but still, having a dad who played U21 Union for Ireland--his family is obsessed with it--I still can't wait. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, I can still remember the time I caught my sister looking at some random Dieux du Stade calendar and I think I was that young that I pissed myself laughing over the pictures, but she ended up hitting me over the head with it and pretty much told me to GTFO. I looked up 'Dieux du Stade' in Google Images a couple of weeks ago, and let me just say that I squeaked and blushed and I closed the fucking window and oh my god I think I UNFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-ed on sight of those pictures and oh my god whatever has happened to censorship laws, you bloody French people, half of those were like....porn or something OMG.

ANYWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.



Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah, most if not all of the dirty words I know, I learnt from my eldest sister. Here she is on her wedding day in 2008:

this is so stupid

I just want to scream.

My mind won't let me do that.

(C'mon. You're the shy one. You're the OLSH prude, remember?)

I am. But I wonder what it would feel like to be like a loud, bubbly, carefree, happy girl.

....nah. I'll stick to being an introverted bookworm.

I want to feel what it is like to go out.
With a guy.
/dad will end up bringing someone over for me. my personality is my downfall.

God knows any guy would dislike me. I'm an ice bitch. The last guy....we thought we were going to end up marrying each other, in a small chapel, and have many children. He just wanted the names 'Lucas' and 'Claire' in there, while I was busy making up all these other names that acknowledged my cultural heritage and my beliefs and my heroines.

Yeah. I blocked him a week ago. It was his fault, I swear. It's not my fault that his 'best friend' is a fucking misogynistic wog prick. not to be racist, but seriously.

Dear ex-best friend:

If I see you in the street, I'll hold my head high, and clasp my hands--a bit like the portrait below--and I will fucking ignore you, because my mama brought me up to be an ice queen to any man that didn't know me.

Take that, prick.

"Anna! Anna Cleves!"

All I want from life is a husband who loves me.
Children who love me even more.
Laughter, food, music in my home.
A nice job. Nothing special.

Is it so hard to achieve?

fuck you.

I do not know.
I do not want to know.
I am here.
You are someone else.
Fuck you.
I personally couldn't give a shit about your bullshit.
Not in the mood for your bullshit immature games either. You both think that you're so fucking mature. NEWSFLASH. You don't know the fucking meaning of 'mature'. At least find a good looking guy to perve on ffs. Another newsflash: Billie Joe Armstrong = not sexy. Kthxbai.

FUCK

familiarity

daughter of the Troubles.

grand daughter of the Holocaust

great grand daughter of the Russian pogroms (no wonder why most of the revolutionaries in 1918 were Jewish!)

God bless and keep Israel. God knows what would happen to the Jews if it didn't exist. Israel is our homeland. It always has, it always will be.  Everyone has a right to a homeland. Shit, there's a million Muslim states, a million Christian states, why does the world get mad when the sole Jewish state dares to defend itself against the terrorist group that is Hamas? FUCK PALESTINE.



Death and destruction have, hand in hand, followed my ancestors around for centuries.
I hope that my children grow up to be children of peace. Of course, when it is time for them to know, they will know about the Troubles and what their ancestors gave up for them to ensure that they were allowed to practice their faith and have a nationality freely. They will know about the Holocaust, and the sacrifices their great-grandparents made so that that we could be free, and the journey to Hell and back that they made to do it. They will know about the pogroms, and they will know that nowadays Christianity and Judaism can exist peacefully without any problems.

herald of peace.

Agnes Gonxhe Bojaxhiu at a young age. Do you know who she grew up to become? Mother Teresa. My own father wants me to name one of my daughters Teresa after this amazing woman. God rest her soul.

2nd of my five main idols: Audrey Hepburn. I WANT A HAT LIKE THAT FOR SUMMER.

One of my five main idols: Grace Kelly.

Who said that Irishmen couldn't be pretty? Well, technically they're not allowed to be pretty, generally speaking, but hot damn Stuart Townsend in vampire mode.

Alipate Carlile, aka future husband ;D

adrien brody

Why so Danish, Viggo?

weekend

Spent the weekend bogged down with a very severe cold, which is graduating into the flu. Don't think I'll be at school tomorrow, looks like a trip to the doctors is in order. Whatever I've eaten this past weekend, I think I just threw it all up.


Thank God for my mother.

It's been a while.

I'm such a rebel. Feast Day walkathon was today, and I didn't even go. I have a viable excuse: I WAS SICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK. I swear to God my head is in 9843980349803480940893 different types of 'owwwwwwwww'. So I stayed in bed, skulked fanfiction.net, and watched Gosford Park; one of my favourite FAVOURITE movies. Clive Owen and Ryan Philippe are total babes. Might chase up the Horatio Hornblower (I can hear you snickering, you know) DVDs as well. Historically accurate and Ioan Gruffudd is yum.

2, 4, 6, 8

Cloke can't kick straight

LEAD THEM TO VICTORY, NICKY

This is a picture post.

Ioan Gruffudd.

A Room with a View

Ben Barnes as Dorian Gray

Ben Barnes again...

Jason Isaacs, just for Mama who has loved him for years.

UP THE FUCKING 'PIES

So I've just got back from the Show. Let me tell you something: Going on the Breakdance/Matterhorn/Gravitron/Hard Rock in the pouring rain? BIG MISTAKE. HUGE.
/i feel like watching Pretty Woman.

excuses

WHY CAN'T I STOP LISTENING TO THE MORNING BENDERS

Vi would love them, their lead singer is Asian and so is their bassist. They remind me heaps of The Beatles, and even then, their lead singer's dead stare gives me the fucking creeps.

treat it like a capital crime; everybody's doing the time

I HATE DESIGN GRAPHICS.

The girl who sits to the left of me won't stop gloating about how good her work is. She gave me a fucking 7/10 on the day we critiqued each other's work. A 7/10. Now, I can understand that, because a lot of people don't know about indie art/artwork, but to hear her going on about how her invitation is so awesome just pisses me off.