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Saturday, August 11, 2001&11:33 p.m. / a kingdom for a kiss upon my shoulder
so, i only had $10 to my name this morning, $15 of which i owed mama for erin's gift. now i have $50! hooray for generous parents who recognize the value of a good babysitter. they wanted to give me $10/hour, but my consicence got the better of me and i refused to let them. so where will some of this go? first of all, $15 to mum [alTHO i spent about $40 last week on work clothes. i THOUGHT that was supposed to be HER department...] and that leaves me with $25. and let me lsit the thigns that can be purchased: however i will not jsut BLOW it like last time. no trips to the dollar store. oh wait i just remembered that i bid on something on ebay. that should be about $6. so that leaves me w/ $20 afterall. no questions, it's GOING IN MY ACCOUNT. come monday.
while we are discussing back to school, alex and i are both pretty mad for some new clothes. however, if i may state I NEED THEM MORE THAN SHE DOES. there. i've said it. i have like 3 pairs of pants that i'm willing to wear. the other 3 or 4 pairs i've decided i hate and will never grace my backside with again. and plus, msot of them are too big these days anyhow. and i need shirts aussi. so this is what i want: frau1001&10:49 p.m. / but when you're dead from the waist down... so. i hath sprained mine right wrist. mofo. typing hurts like a bitch, yet i continue?...this is the depth of my dependancy my friends. i tell you, northern reflections is a dangerous place to work. this is what comes of folding waffle knit shirts. a girl emailed me asking me to help with her pita...wanting a layout or something. i don't know what to say to that. cat power rocketh. where oh where would i locate her cds? me thinks ebay. me thinks i shall shun the record industry entirely and instead purchase all my music off ebay. happy birthday-in-2-days sarah. i dreamt i was at your house last night. and met kelly and sue. and THEN you drooled all over my face. this is what comes of watching a kissing-filled lofters episode and then going to bed. on that note, i'm off to raid the liquor cabinet and make rainbow gay pride playdoh. in that order? i just might... thau901&09:32 p.m. / out of desire baby, not consolation so i just went and got my pictures from save easy or wherever...after waiting 2 weeks. ummm. they didn't develop my roll of black and white...ok, fine. but...ummm...CAN I HAVE MY MOTHERFUCKING ROLL OF FILM BACK SO THAT I CAN GET SOMEONE *ELSE* TO DEVELOP IT? HMMMM? i get back an envelope and a note. but no film. and there is no one on duty who actually WORKS at the photoplace. so i have to go back tomorrow. FINE. stomp.
oh right, accomplished:
sigh. this is the weeping song. thau901&02:25 p.m. / killing all the bees -brush teeth/get dressed etc. -go pick up my 3 things of film. check first tos ee if i have enough money to pay for it all.... -if there is sufficient funds for both, then stop off at bank on way to work and pick up $6.84 USD for my JJ72 cd. mail. -drop books off at library. if time, look around for some more books. but REMEMBER THAT YOU STILL HAVE TO READ BOOKS FOR PENNYPIGFUCKERSTUPIDFACEARGGGGGGG. huff. i do NOT want to return to that man in 3 weeks time. i'm fine to go back to school but...not to penny! -check bata for new work shoes which mamalicious promised me. -go to work. work like the dickens. come home. ahhh. -for christ's sake colleen, work on cherakee and/or ellen's mixtapes! lazy sod. there. now you all know. let's see what i can manage. it is idneed hot today and the car is gone yet again. so maybe i will forgo the pictures because that's UP the hill, whereas all my other errands are DOWN the hill [bank, library, mall=bata and work...], and as i've said, i may not have enough money to pay for it. so...cheques arrived in the mail for me the other day. can you imagine? i'm such a big girl! i have my own cheques, with which to pay EF, the tour company that is taking me to greece and italy next...march 8? i believe? iw as thinking the other day, and realised that the theme song for our trip will have to be 'the greek song' by rufus wainwright. last big trip it was 'band on the run'...and now, i'm thinkin' the greek song is suitable. holy moses owie neck, side and everthing else. i forgot my pillows downstairs in the family room after cherakee left [jsut as i did after amanda and alex left...] and was too lazy to go and get them. so i balled up some clothes and used that and am i ever messed up this morning. lesson: a balled up robe, or 2 pairs of pyjama pants do NOT equal the soft, heavenly comfort of 2 simmons beautyrest pillows. and THAT was a hard earned lesson. i saw the mexican last night. i.......would probably not recommend it. alex and i have been inadvertantly getting the weirdy movies lately. the ones that are supposed to be romantic comedys, but are entirely too dramatic, bloody, twist-turny confusing with TRAGIC endings. and also about 30-40 minutes too LONG. arg. tuau701&05:21 p.m. / we said that we'd be different i'm just waiting for cherakee to arrive. she wasn't over saturday night when everybody else was, and i felt badly. i mean, she was invited and everything and it was her choice and that's fine w/ me...but i still feel badly. so we'll have some fun tonight. i might tie her up again and go dispose of her body under the hiway. if it's not still too hot that is. she's quite interested in my polaroids. so, somewhere in norway, a woman is dead and she's wearing $700 worht of northern reflections clothes from our store. see, last monday, lisa had a hugearse sale...almost $700. she was from norway, visiting. everyone was tres proud of lisa for her huge sale, and rightfully so. and then, this morning @ work [and the day after her birthday, no less] lisa got a phonecall from norway. this woman's daughter. she wanted to return the clothes, she was very distraught and worried about money, and babbling on about showing us the death certificate to prove the death. we have returned clothing at northern for much less than a death. altho the woman had gone back to norway, the clothes were still in canada for some reason. the visa card, however, was in norway. we can't return w/o the method of purchase, oi. so everyone's all upset about this because 1)it was a huge purchase which we'll have to make up this week. 2) we're not totally unfeeling and sales centered; this woman is dead! and her daughter is in a jam. we feel very badly for her. so yeah. i almost don't want the clothes returned, and not because of the loss of a huge sale. i jsut don't want a dead woman's clothes in our store. erk. see? it's not just sarah who can tell depressing work stories. holy jumpin' jesus i have the worst case of razor burn this side of the 21st century. does anybody have a remedy? please!!??!! it's so bad, if you didn't know better you'd look and think it was a rash. but i know better...the other nigt after i'd had all that wine, it...seemed like a good idea. so, armed with a somewhat dull razor and, like, oil of olay bodywash [? ...i don't have my own shaving cream, and kathryn would shoot me if i touched hers.] i went to work and now am SORELY regretting it. ack. ouch. itch.
moau601&09:37 p.m. / call me nazareth
-brushed teeth...AND COMBED HAIR. ha. 2 for the price of one baybeeee.... and then there's the stuff i did that was NOT on my list. like, spend 15 minutes in the public bathroom in the dollar store plaza en route to hebbville sign, in a somehwat delirious state. i was so fucking **dehydrated from my walk up the hill i took a breather in the bathroom and drowned myself in water. enjoyed the AC. and i spotted a water fountain [ i THOUGHT i brought my wallet. i did not. i needed liquid.] in this corridor that i knew i was not allowed in. i snuck in and took drinks. i made periodic trips from the bathroom to the secret fountain. and see, this is how out of it i was...i left my bag in the bathroom everytime i went. my bag contained over $200 worth of stuff [4 cameras, a discman and my glasses. ok, make that over $300] in hindsight i shouldn't have done that. but i was a little...out of it. and HELLO, my bag was heavy...colleen did you have to take all four fucking cameras? well. it seemed like the thing to do at the time. after exiting the dollarstore warehouse [but not before causing some mischief with my polaroid. holy, i showed some restraint, because it occured to me whilst recovering in the bathroom, how FUNNY it would be to jsut leave funny/weird/NAKED polaroids in random public places. ie: the bathroom, an aisle in the dollarstore away from the employees eyes. i settled for grabbing one of the wheelchairs that stand outside the dollar store, wheeling it out into the middle of the hall, photographing it and leaving----QUICKLY.] i wandered in and out of the stores around there...i'm not exactly sure why. i beleive it had something to do with the fact that i was wearing headphones and couldn't hear anyone--and that seemed funny. at the time. like, i was like "hey! i've never been in a store with my discman on! if they talk to me i can ignore them!" i dunno. at least, i think that was my reasoning. adn then wandered out to the highway, found the hebbville sign, admired and photographed it and then wandered on to alex's. *i didn't expect her to asnwer the door, but she did. i meant to ask what time it was because i was a bit...confused. but, the whole shock of seeing alex there totally messed up..everything. i was hot, dehydrated, exhausted and somewhat confused from it all. i saw alex, gave her her necklace and believe is aid something like "i should go home now." and then left. so, halfway down her street, still like...SHAKEN [i don't know why, but it threw me into a tailspin. i was prepared to break into her house and leave the necklace there. i remember that being my plan. the entire time i was out this afternoon i kept thinking i should/could steal things. and break into things and places. wow, i'm a violent dehydrated person.] that i actually saw alex, i thought "fuck i forgot to ask the time.i should have asked her for some water. something is wrong with me." amanda lives around the corner from alex so i was like "i'll go ask amanda." but then i became superparanoid "is it supper? both cars are home! what if they're eating. what am i going to say when the door opens! i'll ahve to try the backdoor and jsut go in. if amanda isn't home, i'll jsut go in anyway and find some water carefully. maybe i jsut won't knock at all and creep in and get it and not bother anybody?!" i ALMOST didn't go to amanda's. but then i did. and SHE answered the door, and this SURPRISED me. i beleive i asked the time. she gave me the time, hesitated and then asked "is that all?" "yep. bye!" i said cheerily, confident that, no, the sun hasn't affected me, and i'm fine because i remembered to ask the time. and then a couple minutes later it occured to me that i meant to ask for water. fuck. i'm thinking "uh oh. colleen, jsut go home. go home and get some water. you have heatstroke or something." but then i guess i forgot and ended up at jackie's old house. and thenw anted to go visit the house that's built over the stream. so i detoured. and 15 minutes later remembered how desperate i was to get home, and that there might be something wrong with me. so i booted it back home and drank 12 billion glasses of water, and panted on the phone to cherakee. and after i had sit a few mintues and had cooled off, had water and was making myself food [breakfast---at 7:30 PM. whoops.], sort of remebering what i ahd jsut done. and how odd it was. i hope i don't have heat somethingorother, because i msut work tomorow. i think i'm fine now. i'll jsut go have my 30th L of water, and lounge in me undies in my room with the fan on to be sure i'm ok. **last night i had drunk about half a bottle of wine, and i meant to replenish my liquids this morning before my walk, knowing it was hot and that i was extremely parched and possibly dehydrated from all the wine, that i would be gone awhile, walking up hills, all wearing winter clothes. i had half a small cup of iced tea. i...forgot to finish it, i guess. i meant to have a few. but...i...didn't. and i rememebred this while i was out going half crazy on my walk and suddenly felt i should know the time and have some water. and now...strangely, both my hands are numb. and ahve been since 7 PM. ????? moau601&02:42 p.m. / i don't know if i'll make it home tonight hrm. in other news, i'm only on the computer because the fuller brush man is downstairs. and i'm avoiding him. great socials skills colleen, and plus find the fucking tie for your robe! it's one thing to go about w/ it half falling off and you desperately clutching it around the house...but not when there's company. similarly, the jj72 cd is finally mine and for something like, $10 CDN when it all totals.... so, my longlost big shiny tunes 1 cd has finally made it's way home. i thought that i had lost it in toronto, along w/ the case to my 'to the edge and back' cd. NO. my sedf,jasl;kgal;jga'klghakl;gn;aljkgha;gh FUCKING sister has had it. for a safkljgakga;g YEAR. last week i was thinking about my bst cd and i decided last week that i would never, ever see it again. the NEXT day kathryn returns my discman and i open it up and THERE it is. she borrowed it last summer and...has HAD IT A YEAR! and last night she confessed that she has my TTEAB case. MOTHER FUCKER! that is SO like her! arg. i haven't heard tahitian moon in so long. dear god i love this song. and angry johnny. i can't believe these songs were actually POPULAR at one point. popular enough to be put on a big shiny tunes compilation. the past 2 years big shiny tunes albums have been nastier than a dog's cunt. arg. big up to 1996, the last year that good music was readily available. today is my day off from work. i HAVE to accomplish something because i didn't yesterday. after amanda and alex left at 3, i was like "well, what the fuck am i gonna do now?" i cleaned up the family room where we stayed and decided i'd take a shower. i got distracted and didn't until about 9 PM. i had HOPED to go out for a walk/excusion/swashbuckling ADVENTURE but for some strange and FUCKING ANNOYING reason, we ate dinner at quarter after 8 last night. and i had only had 1/2 a bagel the entire livelong day! altho, yes i had plenty of time to take my walk while i waited 3 hours in mom's room for supper, i was absolutely gutted with hunger i just lay there. for 3 hours. productive colleen. in hindsight i could've eaten, but by this point i was so hungry the thought of food was making me sick. arg. i had a couple of errands to run, which didn't get done during my days off alst week as it was sweltering...and alex, the big twit that she is left her necklace and ring over here [after MUCH protestation that she would absolutely_not_leave_anything_this_TIME. har. retard...] and i was hoping to drop it off. but no. so, plans for the day: brush teeth, get dressed, take walk go see hebbville sign, go to graveyard, mail polaroid film rebate, bake some fucking baking, drop off alex's stuff, go to mall and visit photobooth if not too sweaty and gross, call cherakee and maybe swing by her house for a few minutes after she's back from jake's, commence cherakee and/or ellen's mixtapes, continue making boxes, watch queer as folk, go out driving with mom and/or sister. kill sister for having bad taste in music, and then raping my own. whoops, how'd that last one get in there? oh yeah, addedndum: convince sister to let me take picture of her for family portraits. ok. it's 3. it's 18 degrees C. th fuller brush salesman is gone. go, leenie, go. saau401&04:37 p.m. / i may not know everyone and also, you will go check out the adorable new layout over @ supergrass.com [turn your speakers on]. i am much afeard that wee nelly furtado aspires to be the new gwen stefani. pity. i will have to hate her then.... thau201&12:19 a.m. / again & again i get up & say: i only want to do the right thing [if this doesn't get me to heaven, then i don't know what will...] weau101&04:29 p.m. / the men and the women drink and make children
POTATO LATKES: peel and wash potatoes. grate them into a bowl, and then dump into a colander and rinse in cold water. squeeze as much water as you can from the gratings and then put into a bowl. grate the onion [or put the onion salt in. me, i ahte onions so that's why i use onion salt. DON'T jsut leave the onion out tho, or you'll have some pretty bland arse potato pancakes] and add to potato. add the rest of the ingredients and MIX WELL. put about an inch of oil in a frying pan and heat. drop spoonfuls of the batter in [however big you want...] and quickly flatten with a spatula, so that they are pancake shaped. fry until each side is a golden brown [to whatever degree you want, i guess] be careful tho...as the oil will spit and you will not escape latke making without being burnt a few times. BELIEVE ME, i know. place latke on a plate with a couple sheets of papertowel to drain the grease and then serve warm with sour cream [RECOMMENDED] or applesauce...or both, or ketchup [as my heathen mother prefers...i make her this jewish delicacy and she treats 'em like common FRENCH FRIES!] or cherakee suggested salad dressing. whatever floats your boat. to reheat, place on a cooking sheet and put in a 375 degree F oven for 15-20 minutes. tuju3101&09:42 p.m. / i want a god who stays dead, not plays dead i woke up at 2 and called cherakee. i have been trying to contact her for a few days now. she needs like, walkie talkies or something cos her phone situation is weird and she doesn't have the net. so, short of smoke signals [which i wouldn't be surprised if she actually answered...her whole family is crazy into the native american scene...they're like, nativophiles. yep. juut made that word up, but that's ok...] she's an impossible person to contact. we talked on the phone for...er a while. i wandered downstairs at 4, after we had gotten off the phone and began to make the potato latkes i had promised her. i packed up my purse with my camera supplies and the lyrics to 'lukin' [she requested them off the net. silly cher.] and took the latkes over @ 5:30. we ate them [oi. ALL of them. between the 2 of us. SO greasy...] and as we sat there eating them, her incoherant and slightly insane little sister babbled on about 'jehovah.' har. while we read a 'hello!' magazine. cherakee's stepfather robert wandered in and tried the latkes and then insisted on having the recipe, which i dictated to him. robert is so funny. we waited for cherakee's banana-chocolate chip muffins to be done...which is why jerika, said incoherant and insane little sister had been waiting around for. i looked at cher's sketch book [cherakee is one rockin' fashion designer.] with her sisters crowded around...with jerika perched on the arm of my chair and chattering and generally mocking everything i did while repeatedly poking me and touching my hair, and cher's other sister mahdyna [spelling?] on the OTHER arm of my chair, making sassy snappy comments. and then cherakee telling her to be quiet. hee. sisters. i have one. cher has 2 and...i pity her. and then i tied cherakee up, stuffed her in a trunk and took pictures of her. ha. not quite. cher's mom wouldn't let us use her trunk, so cherakee got in the back of robert's truck [amid much confusion and protestation...] and put a blanket over herself while robert and mahdyna stood around laughing and making fun of us. [mahdyna was convinced we were kissing under the blanket. HELLO? cherakee was IN the truck, i was NOT in the trunk...i stuck my head under briefly to position the camera. i was MILES away from cher. the fact that i was TALKING like the entire time my head was under the blanket, apparently didn't cross mahdyna's mind] robert made it worse by hooting that we were making porn and that cherakee had taken her shirt off under the blanket, and pointed to a pointy crease in the fabric, insisting that that was cherakee's tits. holy lord. i love cher's family. cherakee was busy yelling at robert from under the blanket ["robert!"] and i was cracking up. we took a few then headed back to "the building" [ie: their shed. i have no klue why it's called "the building."] and made it look like cherakee was hanging from the wall. well...after cherakee had robert check for spy-derrs like 10 times. robert closed the door and i took a few. robert had some surprisingly realistic suggestions. he seemed to know a lot about crime scenes. which was frightening. OH. WAIT. BACK UP. i have neglected to mention a very important detail of the evening. cherakee would kill me for writing this...eh, or maybe she wouldn't. i dunno. oh well. she doesn't have the net so...oh WAIT but the people whos she babysits for everyday do. hmm. oh well...cher: if you're reading this, sorry. i had to tell them. OK there. so...cher started to not feel so good after supper [HELLO? we had like 4.5 latkes each. greasy much?] and after she changed into her jeans after dinner she..was extremely bloated. now, cher is stick thin...and wears tight jeans. but they was just...she was bustin' out. she was crampy and bloated and the entire time she was in the truck she was threatening to fart. she was, in short, not well. after "the building" robert tied her hands together and wrapped the rope around her stomach and i lead her into the forest behind her house. there was a small clearing a couple metres in, in which cher tried to lay down...but her condition, her jeans and the fact that she was tied up sort of prevented this. feeling somewhat responsible for the whole situation, i offered to help her get from her sitting position to a lying position, as only a friend would. HOWEVER, she insisted on beeping like a truck backing up as i tried to lower her down without dropping her...only i was laughing so hard i snorted. it was quite the scene. robert was standing not too far away and by this time we're both going "just FART cherakee, get it OVER with." i took the last of my infrared film and changed my film, like, right there on the forest floor! [i was so proud. first time i did it all by myself! cher was indisposed...you know, tied up and all.] and took a couple more. cher struggled to sit up and loosened the rope around her middle...which improved her condition muchly. i took a few more in colour and stuff and then i helped cher up, picked the leaves out of her hair and we ventured deeper into the woods to find somewhere else to shoot. have i ever talked in here about amanda's movie star chew? i don't think i have. well, amanda's quite the dynamic chewer. like, we're talking the gold medal at the chewing olympics. it's so ...effusive, and sounds exactly like how they chew on tv. well...it was at this point, as we're walking in the woods, cher's telling me something about the forts they used to build back in the woods when she FINALLY farts and...it's just the most beautiful fart i've heard in so long! it was just like amanda's movie star chew....cherakee has commercial farts! if she could do 'fart overs' then she'd be rich. it sounded JUST like a sound effect. har. so we laughed about that for awhile and kept walking. cherakee freaked me out by pointing out something hanging by a spy-derr web and i panicked so much that i actually threw my camera. great, huh? my like $80 camera...my advantix. i just BIFFED the sucker. the 'thing' in question turned out to be a leaf. thanx cherk. it was at this point that we came upon the elaborate battle stations some industrious little kids had built. this whole like...paintball camp. built out of plywood, trees, old doors off fridges..etc. it was scary. everything was all painty. we found hammers, broken axes, weird arse knives and a big 'ol saw. freaky. we actually went back to cher's house to get robert to come see [AND so that cher could go use the bathroom...hehe] and went back. we found their fire pit [these kids are probably harmless..but HELLO...they should not be having fires in the woods behind a huge residential area. not at all.] they had 2 teams...team outlaw and team renegade. hee. they had stolen road signs [that cher wanted to steal]. it was quite the setup. however, the scarines of the siuation was greatly reduced by the sobey's bags and empty gum packages we found. we took a few pictures and then headed back. i gathered my stuff up and left, as it was by now 8:30 and i wanted to walk home. i took some pictures on the way home, ignored all the weird looks [YES i WILL take a picture of the vacuums at the posh wash if i so desire....] and emt chris and erin. i took a detour on the way home hoping to take a picture of something, but when i got there, there were all these big scary boys hanging around. and like a pussy, i kept on walking. arriving, rather suspiciously home at about 20 after 9. good thing mom didn't ask how i got home. i would've had to lie and then my nose would have grown. so. i have plenty of things i could be doing. so i will retire to my chamber for the evening where i will do any number of things...including clean, art and craft, read or strip wallpaper. but firsdt i must shower. as i am dirty and bug bitten from being in the woods. but NOT until i brush my teeth and take some tylenol for my head and tooth aches... tuju3101&12:11 a.m. / car coat, she has a quilted jacket, with a hood if it rains i wrote 'meg' up there instead of robin. that would be a big giant urgent telegram from my subconcious to email meg [with my tail between my legs...] and thank her for the gift she sent in MAY. stupid FUCKHEAD than i am...i'm never in my email anymore.... i got $20 last night from babysitting [i suppose that's also money for watering the plants and feeding the cat last weekend] and NO hose questions. right on. so i had a moral dilmena in my bed this morning. spend it, save it, or give it to mom. i actually wrote out pros and cons for each. and finally decided to spend half and save half...and headed to the mall. by the end of my brief visit [seriously, i was only there all of 20 minutes!...], i had spent between $30-35. whoopsies. and it was ALL on sale too! $15 of that was at the dollar store. har. i bought delightfully cheap paint and paintbrushes, a dictionary to cut up, 2 blank tapes and some blades. i got a $7.99 shirt that i will never_wear at eclipse and a conversation with angela. and then i bought some food for alex and i and went to the frank the foto booth. yep. the shame hasn't sunk in yet. i suck with money. i want a lot of back to school clothes and i should save for THAT as well as europe. oh vellm go to hell. oh yeah speaking of...amanda: blockbuster, thrifty's and jeans experts are hiring. go get 'em tiger! sniff. well i'm off to go feel pretty in my bedroom with my new shirt, which i will never wear outside my doorway, mostly because it requires the shaving of armpits, which is not a skill i possess. plus i hate my arms. well, mostly i hate myself, but if we're being specific here, in this instance, i hate my arms. but i can feel pretty while no one's looking, oui? i thought so. yes...i suspected thusly... suju2901&04:59 p.m. / she's jsut had three whole boxes of turkish delight i'm excited to see robin's surprise. superholymoly. c'mon robin! make my day! so i worked layout today. motherfucker was the curse of choice as things were dropped, bumped into etc etc...various other calamities. and coversation got gross...and lisa kept farting. AND using the word 'jism' freely. nice. .... 'n classy. she said 'boys and girls' by blur made her want to go fuck a cow. and sheri called rufus 'russel'. we settled on abba. it's all we could agree on. and i've not had a single peice of ordinary food today. all sugar. ok. i'm not eating anything for the rest of the day because i feel slightly sick. barf. and beyond stomach sick, the storm in my throat that has been brewing for months now is threatening to break. i'm pretty raw and phlegmy. irk. and...i've jsut been called to babysit. shoot. i need the money so i said yes. arg. i hope they don't take long, because...i thought that i should walk the photobooth pictures up to cher's house. drat. oh well. i think they're my favorite pictures ever from the photobooth. of cherakee and i. we had ellen photocopy them for us, so i should give cherk hers. or at least drop them off at her house. or at LEAST leave my goddamn house. i've had so much sugar i'm bouncing off the walls.
i jsut tried to respond to amanda's outraged pollock queries from my gbook, but i think i rambled over the character limit. whoopsadaisy. icic: "will you let me write the goddamn thing before you start objecting? ahem. YES--i fell asleep thru part of it...thru "his midlife crisis" [umm...which one of the 10 crises he had on film was that?]...but the impression that i got was that, neither he nor his wife loved each other. she loved his work, not him. she was willing to babysit him--feed him, dress him, clean him up--so long as he kept painting. she told him so, near towards the end when they were yelling at each other she yelled something like 'i want you to start painting' rather than 'i want you to stop drink' or 'i want you to pay me more attention' or 'i want to fix our marriage.' and after it was over he felt he "owed her something." not LOVED her. OWED her something. for her babysitting services. maybe it's me. i liked the movie --despite the evidence-- but i'm jsut not one to accept the whole 'tortured artist' horse and pony show. like it JUSTIFIES everything. i don't find it tragic or beautiful or poetic or charming in the LEAST. it's actually quite pathetic, and maybe even somewhat self-indulgent. i really like pollock's art, but the movie did not endear him, the person, to me. for starters i'm not a terribly sympathetic character, but mostly because i find self destructive people irritating. especially the ones that take other people down with them. arg. see. this is why i think snogged is dead. i'm one of those retarded livejournal people who insist on chronicling every mundane detail of their retarded little lives...sparing the readers or passers by not a single solitary morsel of retardedness. no one cares whether you got the same toppings as you usually do on your sub. similarly, no one cares that i'm phlegmy! or that i'm going babysitting in half an hour worried that i'll be asked about the hose that they might think i broke, but indeed did NOT break! what a waste of internet! suju2901&12:12 a.m. / the best looking boys are taken, the best looking girls are staying inside
-oh, fuckers. i've totally forgotten everysingle point i wanted to make. drat. c'mon, c'mon colleen! it's late, you're exhausted and you work tomorrow! arg! spit it out! watch alex bring the new 'n sync, colleen get vetoed, and then proceed to hang herself from one of the much celebrated 'new racks.' [hehe. we have new racks in the store. i recall being quite puzzled when being informed excitedly by gretel "we're getting new racks! we're getting new racks!" and wondering when the company wide directive dictating sales associate breast augmentation had come down and where the hell was i?] have to go to bed. but the mp3s are...are....imperative. i never meant to cause you trouble. THIS is what cds have that mp3s still don't: they are too impersonal and immobile. i would so much like to be curled in the fetal position in me bed right now with these on headphones. but i'm out in the hall. i hate the hall. it's grubby. yeah...and NEXT time on snogged [if there is one] Pollock: Jerk or Jenious? [yes, that's jenious. with a j. because i feel like it.] |
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