A + B = Colleen

sa//no//18//00 10:11 p.m.
if you know my sister, this is really weird. but she's burning me a mix cd. i guess someone in her dorm has napster and/or a cd burner. normally i would refuse, saying that i believe an artist should get compensation for his/her work, but then i realise i trade mixtapes on a regular basis, so it's basically the same thing. well, there is one minor difference: this isn't some internet girl trying to expose me to some great music which i will probably eventually buy anyway, this is my sister asking me for my favorite songs that she will then pirate and give to me. oh well. i'm pretty sure this is my xmas gift, or at least a big part of it. and since she's just a po' college student without a job, i'll take pity on her and in the interest in preserving our suddenly good relationship i'll let her go ahead and make the frigging thing. so here is what i emailed her [she asked for 10-15 songs...]:
1) disarm by the smashing pumpkins 2) razorlove by neil young 3) when did you get back from mars by i mother earth 4) we still need more than anyone can give by supergrass 5) gold dust woman by hole 6) alsatian by mike o' neil 7) just got back today by the jennifers 8) be quiet [and drive] by the deftones 9) crack the liars smile by drain s.t.h. 10) what i am by edie brickell and the new bohemians 11) music is my radar by blur 12) the lost art of keeping a secret by queens of the stoneage 13) better part of an hour by the guthries 14) north dakota by thrush hermit

if she manages to find a good portion of those and fit them on the cd, it should be pretty rad. rad? now there's a word that hasn't been used since approx 1983.

ok, i still don't feel up to telling the story of the zine or the bowling pin impression. or the dead kitten. but i will tell you about my new purse which i forgot to do. in halifax on monday we went to the army navy surplus store, which i haven't been to in over a year, and it's my favorite place! it's pretty gross and nasty, but i like gross and nasty. just....wash your hands after visiting, ok? and while i was there, i bought this small red plastic lunch box-y type First Aid Container for like $2.49. it was new, because there was a pile of others. anyway, yeah....it's my new purse. it's so....rad! [i brought it to work last night and when alex got there, since we share a locker, she said she got confused and wondered why there was a first aid kit in our locker. then she realised it was another one of colleen's stupid purses. people stare at me when i'm with it. wondering why i'm gaily swinging a first aid kit. oh well.]

oh! i just added a crushy list [yes! my call did not go unheeded! now sign the fucking guestbook everyone...] and updated my cd list and added a new xmas-y question to the poll. au revoir.

oooh i'm a naughty boy,
/colleen

fr//no//17//00 09:47 p.m.
ok. entry. yes. i guess it's about time i changed the layout in here again. aww shit...i really like this one! i really really do. oh well. i'll go dig around in my snogged pictures on my hard drive...see what else i have. woah, have i ever mentioned that all the pictures that i put up in here are from Corbis? yeah they are. back in june, when i switched from buxom to snogged i went to corbis and did a search for like 'kissing' or something and unearthed a wholetrove of good pictures. but that was june. this is november. i will run out one of these days. uh oh.

so...yea! site. up. finally. ugh. i could've put it up long ago, but i decided to wait until i moved into psycho-jello, which i thought was imminent at the time but then some things had to be worked out. but oh well. having the page down made me realise how much i enjoyed not having a webpage. but i don't want to be one of those 'sad hiatus girls'. so...what's new? I totally reworked the past layout section and added allll the screenshots i have. i added a spiff recipe for my own special version of kraft dinner. what else? small change to cds. fixed poll. so go take it. spiffed up the crush list submitter. go submit one [at one point i hope to have every crush list of overy psycho-jellian and or associated Soul Kitchen type people.] shit i'm pretty sure i did other things. and i'm pretty sure there were other things i didn't do but should have done. oh well. the layout drives me nuts. for starters, the popup is too small for anything to show up in the whatchamacallit...the ummm..status bar! that's it the status bar, so that you have no fucking idea what the hell you're clicking on. my fucking image editor saves files so shoddily...take one look at the red in the rocky horror picture show pictures on the splash and see how blotchy that red is? Embellish just does not save and preserve things nicely.

school work went though a lull this past week, and i should have taken advantage of it to finish up some things but i didn't. and i knew that said lull was just the calm before the storm, and things would heat up again. i was right. exam will be soon. xmas shopping will start soon meaning my hours at work will increase [which in some ways is good cos it means xmas money, but it also means i deal w/ cranky old women... moreso than i already do.]. i worked tonight. i work tomorrow. alex and i found out tonight that there will be another friends and family event. great. isn't that just shittastic?

woo. i send meg her mixtape tonight. i am very disappointed in it. the coverart too. and the liner notes. not up to my usual standard. i am kicking myself for not typing the liner notes up. my writing is such a mess. i still have to do jamie's mixtape and sarah's mixtape. and make jamie her collage. which was for her birthday. which was in like late september.whoops. maybe i'll do some work on that tonight.

we're doing a psycho-jello, soul kitchen secret santa. i received my person's name yesterday. i won't divulge in case they're reading. mwah-ha-ha. i am so damned excited it's pathetic.

i went to halifax on monday [no school]. i was trying to shop for the hard to find cds on my list [because my somewhat scattered mother will not be able to locate 99.7% of them for me for xmas.], searching all the used record stores. did i find any? nope. i found them alll at sam the record man, but by then i had no money left. and i couldn't choose. i ended up buying the great escape by blur, and smart bomb by thrush hermit, both second hand. and what totally bites my ass is the fact that i bought smart bomb, then went into sam the record man and found it in there, new, and for less. whatthefuck? and the second used cd store i went in to was exceptionally disappointing. have you ever gone into a music store knowing what you want, and found the little plastic divider thing with the artist's name on it, felt a little surge of excitement---only to find it's empty and they're all out? imagine that happening over, and over and over, and over again! it was that way with belle and sebastian, jeff buckley, dandy warhols, pavement, radiohead, super furry animals and sterophonics. and even tho i wasn't looking for any supergrass cds, cos i have them all, i was still quite disappointed to find that they had a little 'supergrass' thing but no supergrass cds. they were taunting me, i fucking know it! and that store was just like the one from high fidelity. they had pompous arrogant 'i am the music GOD' dudes at the check out, who were very menacing and intimadating and critical of others taste in music. the blur cd is amazing. everyone who finds damon albarn even remotely shaggable who doesn't have this cd [or is just curious] download 'mr. robinson's quango' and fastforward to the end to hear him *shriek* so adorably "oooh i'm a naughty boy! oooooooh i'm a naughty naughty boy!" over and over. i cry with delight every time. other highlights of the cd include 'the universal' 'best days' 'yuko and hiro' 'entertain me' 'county house' 'charmless man' and 'he thought of cars.'

what else is new? oh yeah, i have located my future husband and basically informed him we are to be wed. he really doesn't have a say in this. i added a link to his blog, called low-life, and his name is nick [he has a page, but he needs hosting.]. he digs supergrass and blur and all other manner of good music. he is amazing with design and graphics. and he doesn't mind me stalking him. tra la! what more could you ask for? he also doesn't mind the fact that he will always come after gaz, and should gaz become available to marry me, i will dump nick in a second. [sorry honey.]

well, i wanted to write about the crazy rememberance day ceremony of last week, the zine i have undertaken to give exclusively to amanda only to prove i can't make one, and my thursday discovery of my prodigial talent as a bowling pin imitator in drama class [i think i really infused the caharacter with some depth and human emotion...]. but it's late. and i want to get off the damn computer. i have shit to do y'know. i have a life. stop laughing. watch smack the pony, it's good for you...

/colleen.

tu//no//14//00 06:07 p.m.
i don't really have time for a full entry. the site is re-opened and in it's new home [FINALLY] but things aren't really done. so, expect some sort of a mess at the site cos i'm still in the middle of renovating. but lord, if i didn't open it now, it never would be opened. i have a history project due tomorrow and my printer's being fuck-y so au revoir...

tu//no//07//00 09:35 p.m.
man. this has been a very disjointed day. everything has strayed from routine. and we don't like that...you know why? because we're obsessive compulsive, that's why. [*we* also have multiple personalities...]

first of all, the first 2 classes were cancelled so that grades 11 and 12 could all proceed in an orderly fashion to the gym for our first installment of the collective moanfests known as...oh shit i've forgotten what they're called. they're like, student forums to voice your "concerns" and shit...except it's quite redundent because most of the student "concerns" can be reduced to one simple answer: "i'm sorry, you know we just don't have the funding." we're poor! of course we can't have more diverse courses specifically suited to every student and their future career goals [ie: filmmaking...]. and some other common answers were "well, we do our best but we can't please everyone" when it came to the jocks whining about practice schedules and the like. at one point amanda said: "there are people dying in this world. and we're complaining about practice schedules?" which is pretty much dead on. people tried to stand up and say somthing totally intelligent and meaningful and get applause but failed miserably, using many hand gestures as their ship slowly sunk, trying to bail themselves out by repeating themselves and pleading helplessly "you know what i mean?" i would have enjoyed the whole fiasco more ...if it hadn't cut into my spare for fuck's sake! alex luckily missed the whole thing. don't get me wrong, we had one last year, and it was very interesting, and some good things were said, but this year...we had nothing to talk about! sure, there are many things people want changed about the school, many things people thing are unfair about the school, but a lot of it is unchangable [either due to money, or really, that fact that the change has to be done indivdually. they talked about cliques and popular people and blah blah blah. really, cliques are just a bunch of friends with a preconceived notion tacked upon them. it's not the cliques, it's the people. the losers look down upon the popular people just as much as the popular people look down upon them.] we avoided talking about the possibility of school uniforms, which was huge at last years talks. it's an issue that could be debated til the cows come home, and it also amkes many people angry, defensive, and belligerant. and that's why we were reduced to debating retarded stuff this year. all the important topics were avoided. here's how one string of comments basically went: 1."the grad room is usually full, and we're not allowed to sit on hall bench's during spares, what are we supposed to do on spares?" 2."go to the cafeteria or the library." 3. "the library is boring and the cafeteria is full of intimidating popular people." 4."well, you can leave the school during spares you know..." 5."but what if it's raining out? by the time we come back we'll be all wet and stuff." 6."wear a coat." 7."yeah, but when you put wet coats and umbrellas and stuff in your locker everything gets all wet." and it was at this point that i heard someone a few seats down from me exclaim "lord! next thing you know they're going to be demanding a School Coat Rack!" see, and that's the sort of petty and insignificant things being said today. normally, i would have found the idiocy highly entertaining, and a great way to miss class, had i not been missing law class, my easiest course, and my spare. bah humbug. and come to think of it...maybe that's why the teachers hold these things, sure some of them get trashed by students, but they get to see us make totally asses of ourselves all the while grinning shiteating, 'aren't i right smart-like? hyuk!' grins.

i did some art in art class. wrote an easy map quiz in history. i would've had a perfect score had i not forgotten to label the english channel. then i had lunch and came back to a dead boring afternoon of math, chemistry and english. math was ok, chemistry was the usual ramblings i don't care about that i tuned out, and english was also more tuning out. i forgot my glasses after lunch, and thought we might still be watching sleepy hollow in english, which i wouldn't be able to see well without my glasses from where i normally sit. my english teacher has the desks arranged in a circle. i ended up sitting on one side of the circle, near to the tv, and everyone else in my class was on the other side. mr. penny made a crack about me having bad breath and that was why i was sitting alone, as far away from everyone else. i emphatically reached into my pocket and pulled out a piece of gum and put it in my mouth to prove him wrong. and then he told me to bring a pen and come sit by him and start labeling textbooks he wanted to pass out. missie started snickering. he looked at her for awhile, puzzled. it was obvious to me what she was laughing about, because she said "are you sure you want colleen to write all that?", mr, penny looked at me and i said "she's referring to my messy writing." and everyone started laughing. "what is this?" i asked, "pick on colleen day?!?!". he explained something exceedingly complex involving our lack of exam and some AP shit he wants us to do instead. i lost him. but of course, i was labeling text books for christ's sake!

came home from school to find gurlmail was doing something to their system, again, and i couldn't access my email. i trawled around the net for awhile, and then at 4, went into my room and put my housecoat on and laid down momentarily. next thing i know, my brother is knocking on my door, saying i have a phonecall, i discover i'm laying in a small puddle of my own drool, and it's quarter to 5. it was work calling, wanting to know if i can work monday morning. that's the day i'm going to halifax. i agreed to work from 9am-noon. urg. i went downsatirs and read the paper, discovered 2 freaky theater people cherakee knew were in there and called her. i made myself dinner and cleaned the kitchen and put the garbage out. mrs. snow called ans asked if i could babysit from quarter to 7 until 8. i said yes for some reason then went upstairs to see if gurlmail was working. it was. i didn't read much of it, cos i got to an email from christina's smudged.org update list that i signed up for eons ago. she had new layouts and such, so i headed over and was blown away! i spent the next half an hour there! before i knew it i had to go babysit. i did my homework over at the snow's house.

i got back around 8. and came back on the net to read my flippin' emails. here i am now. taking a ton of emode.com tests [that place is addictive.]. but i find they don't know me at all. they give me the shittiest answers. first they told me i had like, the worst body image ever known to man, and then they told me my aura was emerald which means: "[my] bright, refreshing, grass-green aura tells us that [i'm] a relaxed person with a laid-back attitude. Into living a healthy lifestyle — from eating right to trying yoga and aromatherapy — [i'm] down-to-earth and always easy-going. [i] bring calm and peace with you wherever [i] go. A bit of a flower child, [i'm] as unpretentious and open-minded as they come. Everyone is invited to [my] party. Chances are [i] have quite the green thumb, too, as well as a knack for healing people — both emotionally and physically. Sensitive and compassionate, [i'm] as reliable as the earth and as natural as herbal tea and organic vegetables." whatfuckingever. and now they've just told me that if i were a spice, i would be a jalapeno pepper. that's just great. i don't even like jalapeno peppers!

mo//no//06//00 03:50 p.m.
i have the layout all done. but now I'm starting to hate it. erg. so i'll put it up for a few days at least then change it. i'm still waiting on a few things from meg before it can go up.

amanda gave me a mixtape today. woo. i love giving and getting mixtapes. i'm listening to it now. i'm digging on burden in my hand [i used to have this cd...i curse myself for getting rid of it.] by soundgarden, god by tori amos, and all the radiohead, but i'm getting kid a and ok computer so i knew that! the lyrics to not a pretty girl are good, but as for her voice and the actual song, i'm not sure if that gels with me. but really, it's only been one listen so far. she put swallowed on there. he. i used to love bush when i was like, ehh, 12? and that's probably the one song i'd hear today and not cringe at. their one good song. and then there's discotheque, which makes me just want to do pelvic thrusts repeatedly.....

heh! michael stipe just said 'they cannot see me naked!' somehow thats sad and real and still fucking hysterical! woohoo...

shit. i had something else to say. oh right! the movie! charlie's angels was....hmmm, i enjoyed it, although if you stop to consider it and deconstruct it, it had no real merits. it was a fun movie without being funny. great wardrobe and fight scenes. retarded dialogue and soso acting and somewhat ropy plots. but really, that's how the original series was! i'm not sure alex enjoyed it. which is weird, becuase it's really more her sort of movie than mine.

we went to chapters where i bought my brother his xmas present. i bought him this amazing book called 'the stinky cheeseman and other fairly stupid tales.' it was hardcover and expensive, but i know he'll like it cos i loved it when i was his age. has anyone ever heard of it? the art is wonderful and the book is funny. it's totally monty python-ish. it's alternate versions of fairy tales. i also bought 2 cards for tiffy and ellen [so did alex]. they're having a joint birthday party on saturday. i love the powerpuff girls. we also went to wendy's and i got another curious george toy! eeeee!

i have xmas shopping done for my dad, andrew [brother #1], and i know what i'm getting for james [brother #2]. i have one thing bought for my mother, but what you have to understand is that i buy my mom 3 xmas gifts [1 from myself and 1 from each my brothers] and i also took on the responsibility of filling her stocking when my parents split. [well, until my sister went away to college we split the cost, but now she's a poor college student so i do it alone.] and then, of course my mother's birthday is early december, so there's another 3 gifts. i will buy my sister a cd of some sort and a little somethng else to go with it [today in math class, i came upon the incredibly funny idea of giving her a cd and a box of condoms. however, if it came down to buying the condoms, i don't think i could do it. but man i can just picture her face xmas morning and the cakles of laughter from my mother and i, and my little brothers asking puzzedly "what's so funny? what are those?"]. i also have friends to shop for [alex definitely, and maybe a few others, i haven't decided...]. we're doing a psycho-jello gift exchange which i am involved in. and apparently there's also a gift exchange @ work, which i will have to contribute to if i am still working there at that point.

my brother james got his cast off today. i have yet to see him, but according my my mom, his arm is pretty gnarly lookin'. maybe i don't want to see his shrivelled dirty arm then!

supergrass will be on kilborn this wednesday! and then, like, blur and badly drawn boy and queens of the stoneage will be on conan this week too! score baby.....

sa//no//04//00 11:44 p.m.
hi. no, i am not so angry my eyeballs are about to explode. really, i'm not. and i am really going to stop eating halloween candy right this very second. really i am. cos it's not helping.

ahem. i had heartburn. cos we had spaghetti. i have rolaids in my pocket. but i can't take any cos they expired. june of 1999. and the package hasn't even been opened yet. i'm just going to babble a bunch of non sequitars til my blood stops roaring. sugar isn't helping. no it's really not. neither is garlic. i. have. a. zit. i'm sure you all wanted to know, too. hey i'm a teenager: what do you expect? you know, i kept meaning to inform someone i know about this, and maybe have a discussion and see if they noticed too, but since there's no one around but the keyboard, here goes, you lucky guinea pigs you: there is 10 times more acne at school right now then tehre ever has been before. i'm talking our grade, grade 11. aren't we supposed to be beyond that stage? isn't the face grease a thing of grade 7? and it's not just the occasional, unavoidable zit like i have that will be gone tomorrow as soon as i use my anti-biotic tea tree oil touch stick thing-y from the body shop, it's like cystic, gnarly acne! this one girl i know has these 2 zits, and has had them for a while [they look like they're of the 'sort of hard, painful to the touch' genus, ripe for infection], and they're placed so symmetrically and strategically that they make her look like queen amidala. they're the kind of zits that take at least a month to go away. at the beginning of september, in my history class, i sat alone. [suddenly there's a whole influx of people in the class and they've all migrated over towards my desk. now i must habitually shoo people out of my desk, the desk that stood as alone and cut off as an island for the first frigging 6 weeks of school...] so i'd look around in my boredom [mr. lecain suddenly isn't as fun as he was last year. could be my lack idiotic laughter...] and watch this guy. he has nasty cystic acne around his mouth and hairline [are ya grossed out yet?]. i would watch him squirm in adolescent misery and discomfort. he held his hand up to his mouth, as if he was resting his chin on it, but was really trying to hide his forest of fungi. then he'd nervously flit his eyes around to see if anyone was watching [but either missed the fact that i was blatently and outwardly watching him, or didn't care...] and begin to pick at them! he'd use his teeth for the ones around his mouth [he'd make it look like he was biting his lip and then make a big lunge and reach his zits], then for the ones around his hairline, he'd "scratch his head" but then as obvious as day look at his fingers and wipe the little globules of puss and blood and scab and dead skin cells off on his pants, and keep checking back to see if there was another droplet of blood around his hairline. it was hysterical. but also very very nasty.

god, now that i've got everyone puking in the aisles i'll move on. i worked until 3. i put a resume in to payless which is opening in our mall. i don't feel so bad about it know that i know the manager of my store also applied for a job there. hey, maybe she wants some change as well. but the difference between her and i is that she's been manager there for 10 years. i've merely worked there for 6 weeks. what can i say? i have a short attention span...

i have to wake up tomorrow in time to be ready for alex at 9. tonight, i was supposed to go over for a sleep over and a movie. obviously, i didn't get to, hence my anger from minutes ago. i'm not going to dwell on it though, because now i have sufficiently calmed down.hey! talking about zits helps when you're pissed off! see, she said she'd be home from halifax in time for 9 pm. and then she didn't get home until quarter to 11. which means she didn't even leave halifax until well after 9 if the drive home only takes an hour! she says it was the woman she wnet with. since this other woman was driving mom said there was nothing she could do about it when the other woman spent eons in walmart and then spent an additional unplanned hour in winners. my mother has apologized profusely. she brought me back marbled construction paper and shampoo though, althought that doesn't salve my wounds very much. see, i was looking after my younger brothers, that's why i had to wait for her to get home. it wasn't like i'm lazy and wanted a drive, i just couldn't leave my brothers home alone because that is against the law. i feel badly, because it's so rude! eventually, like, at the point when i'm almost 2 hours late, alex phones me. alex and i are both disappointed. and had i known we wouldn't have been able to get together tonight, i would have done something with her last night when she phoned. but i didn't last night becuase i realised it had been my first friday either not working or involved in daily notes or toronto or halloween party since september! oh well. i hope we have fun tomorrow.

i'm working on my layout right now. it's belated and halloweeny, but i don't care. so far everything's working out for me html-wise. oh, wait a minute.....uhoh: i hope i didn't speak too soon! it's coming, i promise. really. god, i can't believe i haven't done a layout since september. my lord. i have plenty of layouts just hanging around my hard drive, it's not been for lack of creativity or inspiration: i really haven't had time. and you'll find that when i get this layout up, it will come with almost zero updates. oh shit. yeah, i did speak too soon. something's wrong. i'd better go figure out what that is. i also need to go to bed. i'm starting to get angry again because i just realised that one of my few free enevings has just been wasted. urg.

/colleen.

&postscript: i've noticed a proliferation of fruit flies around my computer today. ok, really only 2. but...it's novermber! i ahven't seen a fruit fly in at least a month! i killed one on my screen. and sadly it's gonna rot there. along with the other fruit fly carcass still there from summer, and a bigger type insect on my keyboard [that when i squished it, i even saw a teensy bit of red blood.]. god i'm disgusting tonight...

fr//no//03//00 05:07 p.m.
fuck it. i couldn't stand the damn pink any longer! ahhh, what a pretty blue. i like this. i really, really do. nice and wintery. and yes, i'm glad winter's coming. [i don't care if it makes me a backwards person, i hate the 'nice' seasons and love the nasty ones. hey, someone has to love the nasty things in life.]

ok miss jamie, here's a new snogged entry. now let's see a new layout from you, k? i haven't done an entry since...at least before my party, right? i think so. shit...what has happened since then? lots. scads. tonnes. i've been so busy.

ok, for starters, i had a halloween party a week ago. i had to work until 2 that day, but that still gave me, like 5 hours before the party to decorate and prepare. but then, of course, you know work calls and wants me to work past 2. i don't think so. they also called alex. she blew them off too. we felt justified because we'd been planning the party for a month, and deliberately chose last friday because neither of us were working [originally. lately, work has been really bad for changing the schedule, and not bothering to tell us. so, when we set the date for the party, we weren't scheduled to work, but then they changed it and i ended up working like 11-2, which is no biggie.]. they knew about the party, and there are also other part-timers who had the day off school like alex and i. like cara for instance, who is just back after a suspension from work. why couldn't cara work? because she "doesn't have as much floor experience as alex and i." and you know what? she never will until you let her work goddamnit! and what's funny is that cara was hired before alex and i were, and now we have more floor experience because she was suspended for a month. anyroad, alex and i stopped at blockbuster on the way to my house [she picked me up at the mall] and rented cabaret and ghostbusters for the party. i wanted cabaret and beetlejuice, but beetlejuice wasn't there. i also rented the full monty for a penny. [i watched it wednesday night. what a great movie! funny and touching. i love british people. plus robert carlyle's character was named gaz! ahhhhhh!] we got to my house around 3. i hadn't eaten anything all day so i made myself one of my 'special' sandwiches [which alex watched me make and eat with a combination of amazement and horror. it had never occured to her to use salad dressing instead of mayonaise.]. by 4 we had started decorating, and i put alex in charge of coating my house in fake cobwebs [we had a lot of them.] heh, she even coated my brother's buzz lightyear roomguard toy in them. the place looked pretty cool by the time we were finished [which was, ummm...10 minutes before guests started arriving.]. i became pretty obsessed about decorating the bathroom as frighteningly as possible. it was my goal to freak out as many people while they were peeing as possible. we had halloween toilet paper [er, it said it was 2 ply, but it was like tissue paper. nasty.]. we wrote 'redrum' in red lipstick on the bathroom mirror [which is still there by the way.]. we lit candles. played supergrass [not halloween music, but it's my house damnnit!]. there was not enough chairs in my family room for everyone so i grabbed a bunch of pillows from the house and threw them in the corner, orgy style. there were some pretty good costumes. i was a cowgirl, alex was a charlie's angel, erin was from the mod squad, justin was a dead hippie, jake was david bowie, ellen was a geisha girl, michelle was a showgirl, missie was elvis, anne was mimi from drew carey, cherakee and amanda were both prostitutes [but they were different kind of prostitutes. we determined cherakee was an '80's hooker and amanda was a pre-historic cavehooker. heh.] and my favorite of all...tiffany was an '80's prom queen. lol. i showed my guests my pictures from toronto. we played a round or 2 of act 1 [most of the guests being in my drama class...], we performed a few of our past drama skits for the few not in drama, and then i put cabaret on. no one really watched the movie, they just chattered away through it, which didn't bother me, because they were having fun, and at least they shut up to watch the amazing musical numbers. pop was spilled. candy was eaten. all in all, it was not a bad party. a few people got locked in my bathroom [with it's impossible, ancient doorknobs.], but otherwise there were no great calamities. although, i'm very disappointed at how early people left. it was an open ended party, i didn't specify any end time, encouraging my guests to stay until they were no longer having fun. but...people still left @ 11:30, with everyone completely gone by midnight. my friends are all so lame. they could have stayed til like 3 am without my mother caring! uh oh. maybe they stopped having fun at 11:30? oh no! now i'm paranoid and feeling inadequate! see, the last 2 parties, michelle's and chris' were like, horrendously boring [or so i heard, i didn't attend either of them.]. great, now i've thrown a terrible party. shit. i guess that puts the kibosh on any future parties. [xmas? new year's?] now i'm really nervous and paranoid that no one had fun. i had fun. no one really said anything come monday. uh oh. oh no oh no oh no.

i broke my glasses last wendesday or thursday. i was pretty surprised too. they snapped right in half,right between the lenses, and i barely stepped on them too. really, just a fraction of my baby toe. i kid you not. alex always laughs when i explain this, but it's the damn truth, alright? considering the wars that these glasses have been through i wouldn't expect them to give up the ghost so easily. i got them jan/99, and then in march i opened a door right into my face and all it did was chip the paint [and bruise me]. they're rectangular nerd glasses, black with reddish hints. like the kind graham coxon of blur and fiona apple wears. i've inspired quite a few other pairs at my school, *ahem*. in fact, ellen [who also has a pair and an anglorock passion] suggested the both of us come to my halloween party as jonny from radiohead and graham from blur. yesterday i finally got the new front for my glasses. thank god. my head was pounding from going a week without them.

halloween was rainy and a mess. it didn't feel like halloween, due to the rain, and i guess my party.[i had put so much time and energy into that, it was an even bigger event than halloween itself.] i, being the nice sister i am, trucked around bridgewater for 2 hours in the rain taking my brothers trick or treating. andrew was harry potter, and james was the grim reaper. i did james' makeup, and sprayed andrew's hair black. sometimes i realise how much of a second parent i am. i truly am the second adult and second in command in this house. it was phase one of weening colleen off of trick-or-treating. see, this was the first year i didn't collect candy. last year i went out with my brothers, but i trick or treated too. when i was little i swore i would keep trick or treating up until my deathbed. but when i was young, i didn't grasp that trick or treating is actually discouraged and generally looked down upon for teenagers and older people. no fair. i'm not in it for the candy. since it was raining out, there was like no one out. so people were giving my brother's handfuls of candy to get rid of it. and when i got home, we had shitloads left. so that's my candy. we have a whole bag of doritos and peanut butter cups that were never even opened in addition to reese sticks, more reece cups, and lots of other choclate bars.

amanda has emailed me. i feel like a thousand sighs. [have just exited me]

holy fuck! curious george toys @ wendys! eeeh! i love curious george! and i've also discovered i love their junior bacon cheesburgers. i've been eating a lot of bacon recently. hhmmm. i am comanding mother that we shall be eating wendy's incessantly until the curious george toys are gone.

daily notes were due today. all week i have been busting my ass to finish them, to come up with something that meets my exacting standards, while at the same time meeting his. see, when you spend 3 hours on each visual, it's very frustrating to bring them in and only get a stamp of awknowledgement of completion. the fucker didn't even look at them. horseshit!! god, to have jake, who is finished up to, uhh...the end of september? get the same recognition as me, who is up to date, and has on at least one occasion spent 5 hours on 1 visual really bites my fucking ass. heh, jake is quite the con artist, he is indeed not completed up to november 3rd, but he turned to a blank page and wrote 'november 3 2000' to make it look like he happened to be on a new page for today's date. and you know mr penny didn't even think to look, just stamped if he saw the date. and this is advanced honours english? [i'm sorry to have to tell you ladies and gentlemen, but we just may be in the hands of an idiot.]

woo...last class i wrote a law test, which i didn't study for, due to the fact i have been daily noting solidly for the past 2 day and doing none of my other homework. we had a supply teacher for drama [second last class] so jake and i spent it looking over our law stuff. we were freaking out. it was going to be a hard test, we were sure. then we arrived and it was multiple choice! but still, there was a good chunk i made educated guesses on. i knew i had 15 right [out of the 30 that were there] definitely. and using deduction and common sense i filled in the rest. i only spend 10-15 minuts on the test. a full law class involves 1 student finding themselves without a seat [damn poor school...]. today, if there were over 12 people i would be surprised. so many people skipped the test. this could be due to the lack of bells today at school [ok, for some reason there were absolutely no bells at school today. i am in some ways lucky i didn't have a spare because then you know i would have been late along with everyone else.] or perhaps other poor daily noters in the same boat as i [except i had the guts to show up, failed test or no failed test.]. so i passed my test in then returned the law textbook i had borrowed [we don't have enough for everyone to have, so we can't take them home. only with special permission. god we're so poor at school. jake has at least 1 law text in his locker, if not more, and we only have enough for everyone to have one.] god, in the 30 seconds between handing my test in and returning the text to the shelf mr. scott marked my test! and guess what?!?! he said "you got 1 wrong colleen, 29 out of 30. that's a 97%" all i could say was "really?!?!?" i was shocked! so was jake! he was like "how did you get a 97?!!?" hot damn. unfortunatly, the drama i missed while studying for law was important. we were supposed to take notes from the book [another class without a full set of text books...lord we're such paupers!] so we can deliver an essay on mime and pantomime come monday. shit. i guess i'll have to research on the net then. but when mr. woundy reads it, it will become obvious to him that i used different information than from the book. meaning, i didn't do drama during drama class and instead studied for law. aww...i feel so bad, that really makes me feel guilty for some reason.

and the queen, she's gone round the bend:
colleen

&postscript: yeah, the no caps is a bit 'teenage death poem' innit? i don't care. i make less type-os without them.

&postscriptsquared: alex and i may be seeing charlie's angels on sunday. i feel like a dork for wanting to see it. but drew barrymore rocks. and i will never forget cherakee alex and i playing charlie's angels in the locker room in grade 7 so loudly the principal heard us screaming and giggling all the way from his office and complained to our gym teacher.