"You...um...murdered my cat!!"

In honour of our movie day and the movie that never fails to make us laugh (keep in mind he's 12 years old):

"Dear Diary, today, I stole my best friend's parent's flying car and accidentally drove into a psychotic tree that decided we weren't welcome and thus, gave us our beatenz till it nearly killed us.

Dear Diary, I hear voices, so I decide to grope the walls. That's all.

Dear Diary, I swear to fuck, I didn't touch Mrs. Norris.

Dear Diary, so there was this snake in deuling club, right? And I was totally stoked cause this was gonna bring my talking to snakes total up to 2. But, you know, it was all up in this guy's grill so I was like, step back - I'm a professional. So I was like 'Hey, bra. You wanna step away or you want me to get my homeslice back in Burma to bring his crew up. I got connections, brap', and I swear, something was about to go off if Sexy Severus hadn't flamed him up.

Dear Diary, today, I lost all the bones in my left arm. I now have goop for an arm. Not fun. But now when Dumbledore walks into the room, I can blame the coincidental 'gay wave' on the lack of support in my arm.

Dear Diary, today, we made and drank some funky shit, turned into Crabbe and Goyle, poisoned them and stole their clothes. Life's good.

Dear Diary, today, I jumped into a sink and tried to have my memory wiped by my teacher, who failed abysmally and now has amnesia. After that, I found a fittie checkin' me out round the corner. Turns out he was really Voldemort and he wanted to kill me. I also think he raped Ginny a few times too. Bummer. Anyway, so I totally killed this wokoff Basilisk with Godric Griffindor's sword that suddenly appeared out of a hat and then got a ride on a Pheonix.

I think it's safe to say this year's been pretty rad."

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06:49am

Morning(:
So I've survived my all-nighter! I suddenly feel young again! Actually, I don't. It's not the same without a truck load of sweets and your girlies around you talking about boys and not giving a shit about how beautiful the sky looks when the sun's rising or how amazing summer morning air feels.

Ah, to be so innocent again.

Anyway, pictures!

And I took one of our pool, for you baby cause I know you're missing it so much(:

Gotta get my cleaning on innabizzle before mother gets her arse home from her luurvely break in Pwllheli. I'll hit her if she's been to Cricieth - without me. Again.

Much love and peace.

Natalie.

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03:51am.

What a lovely time to be in the garden listening to some Shins and chillin' in the summer night air.

"You want to fight for this love but honey, you cannot wrestle a dove."

Now I just need this and everything will be perfect:



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Making of 'Good Girls Go Bad'

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Got it! Finally! Making of Cobra Starship's 'Good Girls Go Bad' with Leighton Meester.
Guy Ripely is looking mighty fine, I must say ;)

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Summer Playlist (So far...)

Okay, so it's in 2 parts for different summer moods.

Part 1 - The 'Summer Belters':
The Academy Is... - About A Girl
Cobra Starship - One Day Robots Will Cry
Bouncing Souls - Manthem
Jack's Mannequin - Holiday From Real
Cobra Starship - Kiss My Sass
Boys Like Girls - The Great Escape
Bryan Adams - Summer of '69 (Every fucking year. You just can't not :P)
The Academy Is... - Summer Hair Forever Young
The Frames - Fake
Bouncing Souls - Lean On Sheena
The Starting Line - Island
Ted Leo & The Pharmacists - Me and Mia
The Cab - One Of Those Nights

My Chem - I'm Not Okay (I Promise) [As always.]

Part 2 - The Chillout Songs:
Jack Johnson - What You Thought You Need
Ani DiFranco - 32 Falvors
The Beach Boys - Good Vibrations
Jack Johnson - Home
Aqualung - Strange and Beautiful
Bob Dylan - Don't Think Twice, It's Alright
John Lennon - Whatever Gets You Thru The Night
The Kinks - Milk Cow Blues
The Cowsills - Don't Look Back
Panic At The Disco - She Had The World
Queen - All Dead, All Dead
Vampire Weekend - M79
The Turtles - Happy Together
Zee Avi - Bitter Heart
Scott McKenzie - San Francisco (Be Sure To Wear Flowers In Your Hair)
Otis Redding - (Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay
Sam Cooke - Bring It On Home To Me

There Will Be More.
A long summer = a long playlist(:

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Thanks For The Memories.

You're young and so is this. You're constantly changing, wether it's for the better or for the worse but you're changing and so is this. You can decide to struggle against the tide and go through the changes together, you can tell each other it's going to be okay, hold them and let them know you're there for them just as they are for you.

Or you can float simply on the surface, never dive in too deep, never even just a quick dip, always float and stay floating. So that you don't have to go through the changes holding on, but you can lie peacefully next to each other and travel wherever it takes you, together or not. So, when it comes to it; once you've grown up, you can have one last splash together, for fun, to celebrate. And then you can swim in different directions, never to go back.

Which ever one you choose, one thing's certain; everytime you look out to the horizon, wether you're together holding hands having come out strong, on your own, or with someone new. Everytime you look out, you'll have those memories and those memories are what's important.

Make them good.

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It Feels Like Love Again For The First Time

Damn you, JV and your street pianos.

For those of you who didn't know, the wonderful Julian Velard is emarking on a mission to play all 30 Street Pianos placed around London by Luke Jerram in honour of the City of London Festival. He will be doing a short set on each of these painos up until he leaves for the US on the 16th July.

So go catch him! Say hi and tell him I love him(:

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The Way I Let It Be.

To just be able to see the indication, the signal flash in little white pixels on the screen of my beat-up phone. To not even have to think, not have any thought seep into my consciousness or attention span, to just pick up the slightly dusty piece of plastic, to briefly hear the crackling silence on the other end for a millisecond before I tell you, "I'm on my way" and hang up without any other words exchanged. To swiflty, smoothly grab my keys and stroll to the car.

To pull up into the secluded area and, like every other time, feel a sense of familiarity as I step onto the dried-out mud and take a deep breath of the fresh evergreen and salty lake scented air. To hear you before I see you; to hear your calm, subdued voice floating, settling into my ears. To see your beautifully thin sillhouete through the dark gap between the trees resting on the edge of the lake.

To sit down next to you and without a word, accept the half-burned cigarette you offer me and take a long, deep drag, allowing the smoke to infiltrate my once-pure body as you finish your song. To accept this small confession of this meaning something more than how it seems; the only way you know how - the way I accept it to be.

To gently take your hand and intwine our fingers, to let you know I'm here. To feel your warmth as you shuffle the slightest bit closer to me. To recognize the indication and to turn my head to look straight into your golden, honey-coloured eyes. To find the answer without the comfortable silence being broken. To understand, once again, why I'm here. Why you need me to be here.

To close the distance between us and feel your slightly chapped lips against mine. To be there for you through this. To be your only escape and to let you know I understand; the only way you know how - the way I accept it to be. To run my fingers through your soft, brown locks as I lean back onto the patchy grass and you settle softly over me, stroking your hand over my thigh.

To hold you and kiss you through it. To whisper in your ear, tell you it's okay, as you slowly move against me. To hold you and caress your perfect skin as your body juts once more and you breathlessly fall against me.

To wrap my arm around you and place innocent kisses on your cheek as we lie together. To look up at the stars and point out all the silly shapes we can make. To look, once again, into those perfect eyes of yours as you slink your hand loosley around mine and place it against your heart and tell me without words what you can't say out loud; the only way you know how - the way I accept it to be.

This is what I love.

Because as I smile at you and lighlty press down against your chest, I'm letting you know as well; the only way I know how and the way you accept it to be.

♥

With Bushells Of Bad Habits...

So I'll just keep on quoting and hoping that you might understand what I'm trying to tell you. I'll just keep quoting and hoping that you might quote back. I'll just keep quoting and hoping that you might notice these quotes aren't quotes at all.

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