wema3001 05:34 p.m.
now, my question iss: why is cherakee portrayed as this horny leg-humping creature? like she's a desperate sex fiend or something. and to be honest, cherakee is no more sex starved than the rest of us. [and by that i mean that yes, cherakee is an incredibly horny frustrated person, but all my friends are. we have marathon hand rubbing sessions while watching soft-core porn on the showcase. frustrated indeed...] sure, she has a soft spot for grimy boys with greasy hair, or curly hair, or really, any sort of hair with more volume than hers. don't get me wrong, i love cherakee, but she's one pathetically stranded being.....

wema3001 05:14 p.m.
-cherakee's pads can be worn as unitards. [they're just. that. long.]
-didn't get to be an extra in the movie today. played parentally supervised hooky instead. funner than you might think. [it helps if the parent is cool]
-people are simultaneously dazzled and frightened of my dance moves.
-i am one tired leenie bean at the moment. a tired leenie w/ a tonne of work still ahead of her.
-really needed the money that today's shoot was going to provide me with. i owe mom $70.oh that reminds me, hurrah barenaked ladies concert this friday with alex and co....! i may be broke, but i can still have fun.
-i talk about my breasts a lot. didn't realise this until amanda relates the following icq conversation she had with kimberly which started out innocently enough [about beet farming. and not beat pharming as i had originally thought...i was quite the confuzzled dudette for a moment, because i figured it was some sort of hip hip term...and kimberly has never really struck me as a raging homegirl...]
Amanda: "Get a load of THOSE babies!"
Colleen: "Those beets are almost as large as my breasts!"
Cher: "I must make passionate love to those beets."
Jake: "Are there any MALE beets?"
Ja: "Can we look at Playgirl now?"
Am: "Shut up or I'll commit suicide by Beetification."
Ch: "I was just performing Beetification last night!"
Co: [fondles breasts]"

this is a supposed beet conversation that would carry on between my friends and i, about beets...that is if we gave a damn about beets or knew anything about them. now, i don't know kimberly that well. how does she know about the breast fixation? i can't help it! they're there a l l the time! sigh. i have no idea. i just love supergrass.

tuma2901 04:55p.m.
i'm practically in tears over here. r.i.p. playlist...

-help the aged, ali g w/ jarvis cocker
-ali g meets posh and becks
-pure shores, all saints
-daddy's getting married, bif naked
-the cheap and evil girl, bree sharp
-schizophenia has weighted me down, cat power
-too much kathleen, cool blue halo
-there is no such thing as love, the dears
-c'etait pour la passion, the dears
-heartless romatic, the dears
-elizabeth on the bathroom floor, the eels
-p.s. you rocked my world, the eels
-beleive, franka potente
-bullets, hawksley workman
-maniacs, hawksley workman
-paper shoes, hawksley workman
-your beauty must be rubbing off, hawsley workman
-secret of the sword, he man and she ra
-he man themes
-when did you gt back from mars, i mother earth
-elegantly wasted, inxs
-black eyed dog, jj72
-gas panic, oasis
-the truth untold, the odds
-don't ask me to explain, of montreal
-jaques lamure, of montreal
-polka dot door theme song
-this is hardcore, pulp
-packt like sardines in a crusht tin box, radiohead [or 'rodeohead'. oh sniff...]
-like spinning plates, radiohead
-dollars and cents, radiohead
-wish [komm zu mir], franka potente...run lola run
-jennifer and the ess-dog, stephen malkmus
-jojo's jacket, stephen malkmus
-je suis votre papa sucre, supergrass
-what a shame, supergrass
-20 foot halo, "
-sick, "
-weird geezer, "
-where have all the good times gone?, "
-window shop for love, "
-you'll never walk again, "
-i think we're along now, tiffany
-ahead by a century, the tragically hip
-nautical disaster, the tragically hip
-sunday bloody sunday, u2
-rebel prince, rufus wainwright
-cigarettes and chocolate milk, "
-poses, "
-your woman, whitetown

and i still need to delete 21 more. The deal is we'll each have 60. which for kathryn means deleting 2. for me? 74. that's not a fucking good deal.

and when will i ever get to lsiten to the paltry 60 i have? i came home from school and went on the computer. kathryn came home 20 minutes alter. she came up stairs and asked me to turn on her playlist, and point the speakers towards the open window. i didn't have music on at the time, because i was frightened to: when i went to turn the computer off at the end of yesterday it flashed weeird colours. but what do you expect? she downloaded 62 mp3s in 3 hours!

this is why i hate my sister. this is why i ahte my sister. this is why i ahte my sister. that child is good for nothing. nothing but grief. even my mother doesn't like her. when the fuck is it kathryn's turn to lose out? she never seems to. i'm always wrong, and kathryn's always right and mom never intervenes, at least not on my behalf because she's fucking scared of kathryn. when's it going to fucking pay off to be the good one?

so everyone, go out and download the stuff i deleted. they're orphans now. homeless. at this very moment i wish i had a cd burner.

and i jsut spent $25 on pictures that suck. and i have a killer headache from the speakers blasting nelly, dmb, olp, and destiny's child and other such shite in my FUCKING EAR so that my self-centred pampered princess b i t c h of a sister can listen to this shit she calls music while she suns herself OUTSIDE on the deck. jesus h. christ. i don't have the cleanest mouth, and my music isn't exactly the stuff of christian fucking cross-over successes, but i would NEVER blast this obsene song out our window so that the neighborhood and my little brothers can hear nelly talking about smoking l, getting fucked and sucked by 'hos' and dropping the 'n' word 2 trillion times in between. come on now, there are children all over our neighborhood. someone is going to complain.

and oh fuck. and if i'm not this close to chucking knives, lifehouse jsut came on. my misery is fucking complete. perhaps i'll throw those knives at myself.

going to lsiten to 'good sister bad sister' and hope she gets the message....

moma2801 06:43 p.m.
kathryn discovered winamp. downloaded 60 mp3s. computer slow enough with my 130+. 60 shittyshittyshitty mp3s. fear will crash any second. must lsiten to shittyshittyshitty mp3s, she is listening downstairs. so shittyshittyshitty mp3s are loud and near and...i can hear them. why god why?

am being movie extra tomorrow. no school, lots money. yea, as am broke. going to Barenaked Ladies friday w/ alex. chem test moved. histroy project passed in. drama video done, passed in, everyone liked. law test moved. no english test today. all systems go. was perverted today. well, more than usual. had pretend orgy on spare. on friday counted tiles in old wing of school on spare, while walking funny. friends are going stircrazy. recent activities clearly results of said crazyness. ha. kathryn's playlsit over. hurrah my music.

our ovaries are big mouths; alex, u next.

so, school still---fuck. katryn yelled. her playlist back. me at comp, her downstairs. why her playlist???!!! she 6 foot tall, mean. me, chickenshit, scaredy, 5'4". she reason: gave up comp for me to "check email", her lsit. me reason: i at comp, you not, my lsit. it 7 PM. she @ comp since 3. my fucking turn. life no fair. going to go die. sorry bad sentences. comp is perilous. bye.

suma2701 04:43 p.m.
it is incredibly amusing to blast a song called 'schizophrenia's got me down' out my window for the various neighbourhood children in my backyard to hear. ahh..the naughty rush of corrupting young children.

it is incredibly difficult to compile a dictionary of german words for my history teacher when i've miscopied half of them. there is no such thing as a schutz staffen. i consulted dictionary, upon dictionary, my text book and my notes. i did however, find a 'schutzsaffeln'. similarly, 'weimarrepublic' is not a word. however, the weimar republic was a place. as well, a 'bundesrat' does not exist, but a 'bundesrath' does.

suma2701 04:43 p.m.
it is incredibly amusing to blast a song called 'schizophrenia's got me down' out my window for the various neighbourhood children in my backyard to hear. ahh..the naughty rush of corrupting young children.

it is incredibly difficult to compile a dictionary of german words for my history teacher when i've miscopied half of them. there is no such thing as a schutz staffen. i consulted dictionary, upon dictionary, my text book and my notes. i did however, find a 'schutzsaffeln'. similarly, 'weimarrepublic' is not a word. however, the weimar republic was a place. as well, a 'bundesrat' does not exist, but a 'bundesrath' does.

suma2701 04:03 p.m.
move over dictionary.com

now, why did i have to discover this at the END of the school year? do you know how helpful this is to mr. penny's course? it's all the oxford dicitonary [with seachable quotes and stuff...penny is a quote whore], which mr. penny swears is the ultimate authority. oxford. giggle. made some fine dictionaries. [not too mention some sexy one eyeds and hairy ape men.]

thma2401 07:05 p.m.
"i've always wanted to start a doors fanclub and call it 'the knobs'..."-meeester penny.

i have dry. i have dry. i have dry. i was so disappointed after 'stories' but TBYML has restored my faith.

i watched part of the virgin suicides today. and forced jake to. he found it pretty fucking hysterical. kept laughing. i was like "uh, jake? this is not a comedy..."

surprising new taste sensation: marble cheese dipped in kraft's sweet n' sour [barbeque] sauce. shuddup.

"have you ever considered going into business?...i think you should go into shipbuilding. yeah. in wales. i can see you living on the coast of wales and hammering boats..."-der penny. he deduced this after observing my way with a stapler....and probably also after a couple huge lines of coke.

filming for our drama project is done. this is only a minor victory. we still need to edit the fucker and umm...WRITE HALF THE BLOODY SONG. for monday. crud.

ooh! funness, how about a list of things to do and/or not forget about?
-finish merchant of venice
-return mom's sweater to northern
-do law crosswords
-not clean room, but make it liveable
-organize binders? esp. law & chem...&hey! start thinking about studying.
-chem test tues.
-history project due monday.
-english factual test on act 3 of the merchant prolly mon.
-law test fri.
-figure outmath.
-am forgetting something surely...

i would include 'do something with webpage' but...that's not really a priority. plus i have no idea what i would do. someone email and tell me. someone just tell me. i'll do it. i don't care. see, i'm moving anyway. if i were going anywhere. i'd love to be hosted here. but i have no webpage to show. no wares to peddle!

sleeping at the other end of the bed is the new crack.

in drama class for some reason [wasn't there yesterday...and i can't really figure out where she's going with this...] we're discussing status which entailed listing out all the school's cliques [a tired, tired topic in my opinion. discussed to death, no action taken. it's human nature. we flock. we gather. we group. it will happen. you can't stop it. so let's not channel our energies into something more relevant, shall we?] and rating their umm...number of seats in parliament? i don't know. that's what it felt like. the opposition party and all that. we decided the "preps/jokes" oh ha...am leaving 'jocks' as jokes. har. lovely type-o. uhhhh anyway...yeah, they were #1, either because they're the most popular or they have the most members or seats in parliament, i dunno. coming in second as the official opposition party were the 'thugs' [haha urban wannabe suburbanites in reality...living the mumsy and dadsy sponsored big pimpin' lifestyle...in reality, just likes big pants.]...and i had forgotten all about the 'skaters'...they were big when i first moved here. big pants n' skateboards n' loud guitar music? yeah that was them. and i hadn't realised it until someone tried to have them listed under the cliques today, but...the skaters have disappeared! not jsut endangered but extinct! i mean we passed the skatepark, alex and i, over the weekend and alex was like "people still use that?" and her comment makes sense now. so, where have all the skaters gone? they're thugs. now they're big pants n' carz n' loud bassy rap music. however, do not be afeard: a boy in my class piped up and said "...but the skaters are on their way back in ..." and this was matt cox, a boy who i suppose, is more in the know than i am. anywho, slight diversion. sorry...also on the list was 'losers, goths, don't cares, skaters [even tho they have been integrated into the thugs...but will soon make a reappearance after a succesful migratory season if matt cox has any idea what he's talking about...] our side of the classroom didn't like the looks of the list, because the closest thing we could wiggle our way into were the 'losers', a tag i had absolutely no problem attatching to myself. it wasn't quite the right tag, but i know categories can never be 100% accurate. marcia suggested we're 'rovers' which prompted travis to sarcastically snort "yeah marcia, they're the gypsies..." which the class then enthusiastically latched on to. but i don't know. i don't think i totally agree. in all honesty, it makes us sound a bit too mysterious and...umm...i dunno, all-knowing? then we actually are. don't give us too much credit. i thought maybe we were neutral like switzerland, bu we're not. we participate in clique-dom just like everyone else...we're considered to be the 'non-clique clique'. we're more a misc. category. because not all of us are super artsy/ drama people. some of us dress jsut like the jocks/preps. i'm not about to name names here, but there a few people in my little group of friends who AREN'T artsy. or weird. but they're part of the group none the less. they could probably be with the preps, but no, they're with us. which only proves that it's maybe not the most obvious characteristic that binds us together. there's something else that attracts us to them and likewise.

maybe we're not the drifters or the gypsies or the rovers, but the hoverers. it may not seem like there's much difference between them, but i think there is. hoverers are sort of more aimless and awkward. which is us. less finesse. 'gypsies' elevate us to mythic proportions of talent and chic aloofness...when in actuality we are all try-hards who take great pains to be 'different', to a point where it smacks of fakery and posturing, who also crave attention...probably from the very group we claim to dislike. and you know what makes us even grosser than the preps? we don't think we're any of this. we are everything we claim to dislike about the preps: sheep mentality/superficiality [we have a certain allergic reaction to anything less than weird. everyone tries to 'outweird' or 'outculture' each other. i watch it happen..] intolerance/prejudice [anything top 40 or mall bought or mainstream? disgusting. obviously a small-brain who simply will not look outside their own backyards. it's their way of expressing themselves too...so what if they don't bend over backwards to be the 'weirdest' or 'unique-est', can't they jsut settle for being themselves painlessly? i haven't heard anything majorly mean about myself from their camp prolly since jr. high. we curse their graves any time we venture into the cafeteria. all sorts of names, mostly based on their prepdom or jockdom], refusal to befriend/associate/get to know anyone beyond the clique lines [hello? i know as much about marcia snow as she knows about me. i know the jocks probably like sports, and that the preps are probably good at school. beyond that i know nothing.]

alright. i'm stopping. direct all meanness to my gbook or email.

"boatbuilding? that's not really where i picture you colleen. ....a mental institution is what *i* was thinking..."-my older, bitchier sister kathryn after i told the supper table about penny's latest career proclamation. ....she loves me. somewhere in that 6 foot frame of cold indifference, she loves me.

moma2101 06:06 p.m.
"well then, you'll just have to gang up on him..."-my mother...offering more nazi-ish advice re: the drama project troubles, which she also says she's sick of hearing about. and i'm sure everyone else is too...

moma2101 05:33 p.m.
1) "colleen, don't do this again. next time, get in a group with some little nimnod* that you can push around and control and will do what you say... who will then hate you for it, but what will you care? they're just some easily manipulated little nimnod..."-my mother...upon hearing the latest drama-drama.

2)shittyfuck is the adjective, frustration is the emotion. know it. use it.

3)ten million thank yous to robin and meg for their lovely parcels [which arrived on the same day] i shall email gushing babbling thank you emails if i haven't already...and to anyone else i may owe parcels to [umm robin...and uhh....who else? pamela? do you want a mixtape?] they will probably be sent out after exams. sorry.

4)colleen is cock of the walk. colleen is buoyant. she has remembered at least 3 of the things she has twice forgotten [there is hope for her cranium.] and also she has taken her shower. now she has to do english...

*note: nimnod is a word that, quite possibly was invented by one jean hennan, mother of colleen. it's meaning is estimated to be similar to fool or idiot...however, less harsh, and DEFINTIELY more charmingly cape breton-esque. nimnod is sole property of jean hennan and her heirs [kathryn elizabeth, colleen margaret, andrew alexander and james gregor. her favorite being colleen margaret... ]

moma2101 04:41 p.m.
ok. i knew that entry was much too short. well...not short...it was actually quite long. what i'm trying to say is that i knew i had forgotten stuff.

1)after alex and ir eturned from amanda's we watched zee x-files. and then the emperor's new groove. holy crudnik that was a good good movie. funny as hell. see_it. that david spade...he shouldn't be funny but he is. because you see, snarkyness gets old fast [however this never seems to stop me from indulging...]

2)does everyone realise that is me up there in that graphic? well it is.

3) and umm...when i said it was well past 5 i was misinformed. it's only past 4. yes. whoopsies.

4) goose is inspiring me. now i want to make a documentary about my family. it would be the feel good hit of the year...or not.

5) i overheard my brother telling his little friend the other day that our grandmother is dead, when in fact she is not. i'm wondering if this is just wishful thinking on his behalf or he is merely mistaken...

6)colleen celebrated supergrass day by lending it out. hoorah.

7) i meant to do something with my page a week or so ago, but then i got busy.

8) and see...there was even way more than this...but i have forgotten.

moma2101 04:12 p.m.
i have 299 unread email in my inbox. i skimmed thru and tried to read all the email tht WEREN'T from the rufus list. but...umm...that was like 3. i deleted the spams [only 1]..holy mother. it's ONLY been a week since i stopped reading my email. and this was only because of the daily notes crisis.

speaking of the daily notes crisis...at the height of it, everyone got voicemail so i would find a scrap of paper and copy down extensions and carry them into my room intending to call when i was going crazy [to take a little break]. however, all these little slips got lost amongst the rubble. and only now am i finding them. however they are not marked. i found one that i'm pretty sure is dre's. and i had the phone in my hand to call...but then i thought what if this ISN'T dre's? and i leave a "hey dre it's colleen" on laura's? cos i beleive her number is in my room SOMEWHERE. as is cherakee's and amanda's and sarah's. now, i wrote alex's down on something else...i beleive it was a page in my dictionary. suck. i must go find that.

so the daily noting is probably over now. and the rubber cement is capped. but umm...i continue to be a forgetful idiot. yesterday, alex picked me up to go spend the day and sleep over at her house and i'm still in bed [of COURSE. i meant to wake up because i fell asleep the night before w/o taking a shower. and i needed one.] so i get dressed, eat a bun and go "ok alex i'm all ready!" and she just stares at me like i'm crazy. "what?" i ask..."ummm...overnight suff?" whoops. when will i recover my braincells? and then i rush back upstairs throw clothes, pyjamas, toothbrush etc into a bag and come downstairs and say bye to me dad [who is here for a few days] "bye dad!" but then a thought hits me "is he leaving while i'm gone?" so i ask him when he's leaving and he sort of looks at me like i'm crazy and says "i'm leaving wednesday." ...and i KNEW that...i so knew that...

so we [alex] watched what women want. sucky sucky movie. way too long. oh right! before we watched zee movie, we went to a couple movie PLACES and colleen discovered blockbuster's HUGE used movie section. it's huge. and full of movies colleen wants. i was amazed to find the vigin suicides for $9.99 [holy shit!!!!!!!] so i bought that. and some cotton candy. after what women wants [2 freaking hours! so longwinded], we started making supper. we battled some freaky re-generating potatoes and made barbequed potatoes. we made a caeser salad and alex's dad barbequed some bitching chincken. sooo good. we set the table [so we wouldn't have to clean up afterwards] and then i ate with her family [didn't spill my wine this time. hooray me.]. however, there WAS wine and alex's dad poured me a second [which i finished before alex was done her FIRST] and then we went to amanda's, 1/2 an hour late for shooting but whatever...amanda's is only the next street over. we're only there 2 minutes when all hell breaks loose. no..not SOME of hell, not PART of hell A L L hell. cherakee started crying because jake called her a bitch and ran to amanda's room. amanda followed, and really, i should have as well...but i knew i was very dizzy at this point and should umm...stay away. all our extras looked uncomfortable so we went outside. jake looked worried and the extras swatted flies, eventually coming back inside minutes later. so we sat in her family room [while cherakee called her mom to come get her[, whichw as blackfly free and the extras chatted, jake continued to look worried, and i umm...read the paper [i still thought i was best i be quiet....at least until the wine was sufficiently out of my system.] amanda came out and took charge of the situation, and very well i might add, as i know she doesn't really like to...but what with jake worried and colleen, umm...momentarily incapacitated...yeah. so...we decided to herd all our extras into erin's car [oh lord...a car full of people dressed in black with DUCT tape over their mouths...how fucking funny...and they drove AROUND like this...] and jake and i got into johnny's car with johnny. i manned the camera [somewhat jerkily] from the front seat while jake did his thing in the back...and johnny drove [dressed in black w/ duct tape over his mouth as well...]. i was wearing my slippery nylon pants, and this did not bode well as johnny's seats were slippery as well. so the camera is alll over the place, because in addition to taht i am seatbelt-less, and on my knees facing backwards. and if the footage makes up for what it lacks in quality with comedy. it's just funny. i ended up swearing a blue streak [we're hoping to compile a bloopers tape...lord there will probably be a whole section devoted to colleen and her dirty mouth...].

alright...it's well past 5. i have english to do and i so very need a shower. we were supposed to be editing this video today...but we found out last night that the video isn't due tomorrow it's due next monday. and like idiots, under the illusion we have a week left [we don't. jake is going to his dad's this weekend and i work....we have til friday, basically.] we cancelled editing. but on the OTHER hand, we couldn't edit anyway...as 1) ummm...cherakee and jake fought and there's an assload of tension and 2)jake didn't finish the song. which actually...is also part of the reason cherakee and jake fought. we still have ONE final scene to shoot...which involves cherakee's presence...and night time. and then we have to edit, and finish the song. we have to edit over at johnny's house. when are we supposed to do this? and of course we can't edit until the song is finished...it's a music video! yeah. but until then i still need a shower and have homework. so turrah my friends....

thma1701 03:51 p.m.
ok. perhaps i should have mentioned that saturday is my supergrass aniversary BECAUSE i bought the album. oh yes, and it is ocurring to me what anniversary is one week to the day AFTER. eheheh hehe hahaHA. ok colleen stop laughing. why am i laughing? i am laughing so damn hard over here...and it's really not anything to laugh about. stop_laughing. oh dear. people might think me mean! that's me, extremely coldhearted colleen. yepyep. i'm having business cards printed up....

that reminds me. leave me some voicemail damnit.

and as i mess around w/ my winamp playlist i am reminded yet again: sarah i used depeche mode in daily notes. one of my better visuals, actually. i used the lyrics to 'enjoy the silence' and i have it and the MGB'S version downloaded. and did i ever tell you i used some pulp lyrics first term? again, one of my better visuals.

YET AGAIN i am reminded: why is that when i don't like things other people do? i am really dissapointed with my daily notes, because i couldn't spend as much time on each individual visual, and then they were passed around math and a bunch of the academics thought they were really good. and i have to wonder why. but i cannot wonder why without sounding like a really snobby bitch, because mostly i wonder this: do they have extremely low standards? ok, call me names now. and then of course, i look like crap today, i have this green shirt on that i never wear [which is the case of aLOT of my clothes.], and i was desperate for clothes this morning, so i had to wear it. now i remember why i don't wear it. it's too short for my liking. but then 5 million people told me i looked nice. people are weird.people are liars.

cat power has a pretty pretty voice.

and also: my room must be cleaned because it's victim of daily notes. it's probably the worst it's ever been right now. i couldn't even sleep in there last night. i ended up crawling in with my mother last night at 1:30 am, in my clothes, with wet hair. i didn't even put it back [i always do before bed] i just wrapped a towel around my head and went to bed. i awoke @ 2:45 to the second coming of hiroshima, AKA my mother's earth rumbling snoring. so i got up and went searching for another bed. and when the music stopped, james was the lucky sod and i climbed in with him. this was bad for james because my wet hair got him all damp [mom didn't get wet because she has a queensize bend. james merely has the bottom bunk. it was squashy.]. this was bad for me because james has the unfortunate combination of chronic bad breath/heavy breathing going for him. and i think i'm going to stop there cos i'm afraid i look like a perv who beds her 7 year old brother...

thma1701 03:31 p.m.
"happy mother's day to you all...or if your mother is dead, or you don't know your mother or you just don't LIKE your mother, than a happy sunday to you..."- george stroumbolopolous...gah! whatever his name is! snuffleupagus. snuffie for short. whatever his name is, i want the man in my BED...

wow. i'm surprised i still remembered my PASSWORD to this thing. daily notes were passed in today tho. and.....yeah. suddenly i don't feel like doing an entry anymore. sorry. i'm having a hard time adjsuting to life without daily notes. i don't know what to DO with myself, because for the last few days i've been daily noting hardcore. as in little [10 mins] or no computer..neglecting alll other homework. perhaps i should go clean my room. yes. i'll jsut finish writing this email to my daddy. cos i love my daddy.

oh, and in case i don't post before saturday [i still have this drama video to contend with. and a job....who knows...] i want everyone to know that saturday is pretty fucking special to me. it's my supergrass anniversary. [snort. i will always remember the date because for a while i saved the reciept ...because...everything has sentimental value in my world.] and...i would do a special thing on /harddrive if i had the time or energy. i'd make a green and white supergrass cake if i thought that it would serve my family's waists, but alas it does not. and i suddenly feel surges of apathy and tiredness so i DEFINITELY will not.

wema901 12:25 a.m.
"send back the lettuce to the wasteland..." riiiggghhhtt jakob...worked as a waiter once did you?

why yes! it IS too late for me to be on the computer, thanks for asking! i would be sleeping, however my english teacher's crush on a certain 'elvira madigan' character has put a damper on that idea. and see...according to yahoo!, the SWEDISH seem to know a lot about this lady and have made many websites about her, or at LEAST websites that contain her name, however as you would imagine this is of no use to me. drat. i always knew swedish would come in handy one day...it's times like these we could all use a little knowledge of the swedish language.

and no daily notes were done tonight. i have at least 10 visuals to do plus all of april. and i have slightly over a week [a week that contains 7 hours of work, a titanic-esque video project and at least 2 tests....and like paragraphs abounding for english that seriously appear out of nowhere! he assigns so many i forget about roughly a third of them. and rewrites escape me as well...while riffling through my binder this evening 10 things fell out and i was like "oh right!"]...i think i'll get what i can get done, pass in as is, then do like 5 trillion re-writes to get a decent mark. but oh shit! exams are coming up and i was hoping to get an early start and arrange my notes in the important ones like math and chem and get my sister to help me understand...the ENTIRE EFFING TERM.

but NOTHING will get done while i sit here. i may [no offence to anyone] unplug my keyboard and give it to my mother and ask her to hide it to keep me off this machine! so if i'm gone for awhile assume i'm working hard like a good little girl. or else i have died from rubber cement fumes inhalation. or i'm in custody for the murder of f. penny....

tuma801 07:32 p.m.
oh my lord. i just looked up 'cum' @ dictionary.com [see, i was 98% sure i knew what it meant, but i like to check just in case]. never in my life did i think i'd need to look up that one...and then find myself let down that they didn't have anything really sexual and graphic. i am sooo juvenile. speaking of juvenile, amanda said the dirtiest thing today at school that i've EVER heard her say. and it's not like my friends are shrinking violets...but i make it my duty to say the dirty things first, so that no one else has to [how sweet of me to keep my friends' purity in mind...while i swear like a drunken sailor w/ the clap. i wonder why i do that..what psychotic need is THAT? i am the dirty word sayer so that my friends can get_to_heaven!] yes. i will not repeat it. mostly not to give alex any ideas...cos frankly, i can stand amanda being a perv, but if my sweet little alex ever uttered such a disgusting phrase i'd die of shock and disappointment. hmph.

tuma801 06:49 p.m.
so that laura doesn't pee herself.

i am the first one. that's a horrible picture of my sloansloansloan masterpiece. there's supposed to be little quotes from all of us, but chasity hasn't put those up yet. at any rate, it's supposed to be like an artistic representation [gag] of that moment in 'money city maniacs' when sloan finish their little clapping interlude and launch back into the song with that big 'ol "WOOHOO!" [i'm deep, i know.]yes. and so...using colours and movement and a mid jump-fist-pumping form vaguely reminiscent of a certain mullet headed, t-shirt&groovy pants wearing sloan GOD. and it also says sloansloansloan as a tribute to jamie and sarah's shirts. and i'm sorry to say that's it's the best thing i've done all year...suck. it's not been a good art year. ....take a browse thru the rest of my good-music-hating art class. these are the very same people whom i have told the music stories about. let me see...who have i mentioned specifically in here? well...'corey hayward' is the guy we refer to as 'the 30 year old graduate' cos he's on like, his TENTH try at grade 12. that would be him who made the trucker mudflap inspired piece [hint #1 that he's a classy, CLASSY guy...] right next to mine. i recall he had some interesting comments to make about 'kid a' when amanda played that....
-'jj joudrey' would be l'il mr. offspring&limp bizkit. mr. ejectcolleen'scdtooearlytoplaythesame3songsweheardlastweek. the guy who gets OFF on playing music w/ swearing jsut to see what th teacher will do. oh...and he's also developed this hoover snort. it's like he's hocking phlegm, sucking in and blowing out alllll at once. a rather disgusting noise.
-'tashina weagle' and to a lesser degree 'chasity lausanne' and 'sarah beck' would be the snarly/giggly destiny's child and other various bad music hobags that rool their eyes and shoot snotty looks when they see someone from MY table going to the cd palyer.
-'cherokee stoddard' would be my friend CHERAKEE. [chasity managed to spell half the class' name wrong...chasity: you go girl. GIGGLE.] cherakee sits across from me. and plays pearl jam and u2. she's pretty alright. and one time she farted on me, so i'm contractually obligated to think that...
-amanda's....has....yet to appear! oh but it will appear. seeing as that annoying little artbitch managaed to get like 10 THINGS PUT IN THE ARTSHOW IN CLASS she may have a thing or...SEVEN up on the website. pout. jeolous.
-oh, and 'mark doucett' likes waffles REALLY REALLY badly. to quote him "what? there's sixteen waffles in a box...that's like, sixteen bites!" his shaved head leads us to call him 'sinead'.

from your jaded promqueen non-friend colleen. supplying the net w/ snarky torontonian-cum-nova scotian goodness since 1998.