frfe2301 04:00 p.m.
ok. i KNOW it was ridiculous to want the damn supergrass bag, but here is something way more legitimate: Q mag w/ supergrass on teh cover. the one i wanted not too long ago and didn't get. the actual mag itself is not that bad [roughly $2.21 CDN] but then shipping is like $12.26 CDN. but i REALLY want it. and then the same guy is selling THIS which is supergrass on the cover of Select magazine. and for the same price. maybe he'll cut a deal for S & H? but good lord, i want that Q mag.

frfe2301 12:37 a.m.
i am thoroughly disgusted with myself.. i am one gross individual.

there is a person coming to our house tomorrow [...well today, it's after midnight] to install cable in my room and something on the computer [right outside my bedroom door] these 2 areas are the messiest spots of the house [which, admittedly is a messy house to begin with]. mom asked me to clean them earlier today so she could vaccuum. i started about 9 pm [whoops. hehe. what can i say? my second supergrass book arrived today and i had to read it. i also had to talk to alex on icq for an hour. and then spend 2 hours making graphics. really, i had to.] and suddenly realised what a mess my room is. this wasn't some new brainwave. it's so very obvious that the place is a mess. it's gotten worse since the beginiing of the school year...the daily notes i have to do for english requires a lot of materials [magazines. i have 10 million of them. and they are supposed to be in bins. but they're not. they're on the floor. so i can access theme easier whilst doing daily notes.] and also...well....i have a problem with throwing things away. the daily notes have awoken the crazy hermatic horder in me. every scrap of anything can be something and so it must be saved. i regularly root thru my trash to make art. i'm one of those silly, warholian 'anything is art. garbage is beautiful.' type people. but the hording has reached an all time low. or is taht an all time high? cos my room is very, very small. and i have too much stuff. things must be thrown away. and then the remaining items better organized. i wish i had pictres of my room to show you. it's a fucking hole. i am so embarrassed...i wish i didn't have to be here while the person is in my room...seeing that i don't bother to put sheets on my bed [cos they slip off within a week and then get buried with stuff.]...or all the rude and obscene things written on my walls. i don't want to be there when this person sees my crappy desktop graphic and all the weird zine stuff on my desktop. or the dirty 101 dalmatian mousepad that i employ.

i spent over an hour going through this PILE of papers i found [seriously...i estimate about 200 papers....]...that i kept from school last year. if it had one little funny thing i'd written inside the margin. i threw out a shitload of that. and shoved some under my bed. where most of my writing goes. i only did a partial job on my room. i decided to jsut do the area this person needs access to. but tomorow...i SWEAR i'm going to clean my room. it will take me more than one day. cos i'll need to find homes for everything [or throw it out] and then wipe everything down [my room is a friggin' dustbowl. i keep my door closed at all times. it never escapes.]

so yeah. i am on a quest. to better my room! all my friends rooms are so neat. and i don't want a spotless boring room...i can't function in a pristine environment. it needs to to somewhat untidy or scattered. just not the fucking stye it currently is, ok? ok.

woo. no school tomorrow. as i said, got my supergrass book today and worked on some graphics. sadly, none of them for the site. i don't see this fucking site ever coming back. i'm content to just do hiatus graphics and layouts fro the main page of the domain. blah. maybe inspiration will strike.

/colleen

wefe2101 03:23 p.m.
i'm ebaying again. i KNOW i said i'd stop. and...i did, REALLY i did. but...i've fallen off the wagon. sniff. please don't be disappointed in me! instead, buy me stuff:

-i know it's silly. but i want it. [supergrass bag. it's like $3! c'mon!]
- supergrass mag! yeaaahh! gaz looks funny. oh well.

tufe2001 08:04 p.m.
oooh...&addendum: one of the girls in my group for drama, i guess she REALLY objected to my ass slapping choreography i wasn't really paying attention, but out of the corner of my eye i noticed she was going up to the teacher. she told on us, basically. but haha...the TEACHER DIDN'T CARE! she like, refused to join in. but then the ass slapping was dropped so she joined in. this girl is new this year and is quite shy [then why the HELL is she in drama? quite a few times she hasn't been able to present her shit in front of the class. she's had to stop and be like "oh...i can't do this...". anyway, we're pretty nice to her. but now that i know she has a stick up her ass...well...maybe i'll have less time for her in the future.

tufe2001 07:02 p.m.
i'm getting tired of this pita. or the layout. or something. hey...maybe it's me!?!?

i sat down with my graphic editor earlier this evening. it was a disaster. it's hard to find nick drake pictures..especially good quality ones. and i know i've said it before...but embellish really sucks the big one. it eats graphics. amanda's has too many buttons. i need one somewhere in between mine and hers.

i stuck a new graphic up front. that drew barrymore one was tacky. bah..so i put marilyn's panties out there...

i remember what i've been meaning to post about. drama class. our regular teacher ms. caldwell took over from mr. woundy [who has taught us since september. caldwell was on maternity leave...] a few weeks ago. we're doing 'movement' now. and i really don't like it. i'm not into it at all. i don't go to dances, you see...and altho this isn't necessarily dancing, it still makes me feel foolish, which is one of the major reasons why i stay away from dances. which is sad, cos at one point i was a dancer. how many years of dance classes did i take trying to emulate my mother, who was a dancer herself [ballet, tap and jazz] in her youth? cherakee and amanda are scarily into it. you should see them galavanting around with big grins on their faces, while i try to slink to the corners or outskirts of the crowd where the teacher can't see my non-movement. we usually start with warmups and we each have to think of a movement...it came to my turn the first time and i panicked and started doing the robot. of all things...i had to do the freakin' robot? sigh. i spend too much time dancing around my room to 'mr. roboto' and 'music is my radar'. so anyway...yesterday she put us into groups called 'flying v's. my group consisted of a tonne of hockey players, a blind guy, and ME. yeah. we were graceful alright. we had tot ake turns leading each other in movement. there were 3 groups...one with all girls, and basically the rest of my friends in it...another with mostly guys and a few girls and then my group. and then the teacher actually took missie out of my group and stuck it in the second group saying "missie, that group needs some estrogen...go join that group." HELLO? that group HAD girls! so anyway, then today we started doing these semi-dance routines. the teacher made up 3...and they were 8 beats long. they involved clapping, stomping and snapping. rhythmic stuff. [how convienient...since she also happens to be the music teacher.] she put us in 3 groups and she'd call out one of the routines, randomly or the 3 groups would stagger their starting point and sort of do it in a 'round.' THEN she said we had 5 minutes to make up our own 8 beat thing. for some reason as we started discussing what to do i took the reins and suggested a bunch of things. and of course, because i'm me...a pervert, the ideas i had involved us all lining up in a line and slapping the ass of the person in front of us, then turning around and mock slapping the face of the person behind us. which certain horny other members of the group were quite enthusiastic about [the guys, mainly]. i did notice that amanda switched places with me once she realised she was in front of me. either she wanted to slap MY ass, or she's had her ass slapped by me before and knows i get a little too into it. prolly the former. anyway, the ass slapping got nixed [cos it didn't really produce a sound. and this was supposed to be rhythmic stuff], and so did the face "slapping" [it was a bit too tricky to co ordinate.] however...we did leave in the pelvic thrusts. when it came time to explain it to the class, i opted to do the demonstartion. i am now rueing my choice of words. i was supposed to break it down beat by beat. our first 4 beats were sort of this 'scissor' movement [sort of a scross between a frontwards NKOTB scissor and a skiing motion]. the second four beats are the thrusts and the final clap. however in describing the thrusts i refered to them as 'the humping motion'...which in hindsight...i am quite embarrassed about. i said humping in front of my class. me=dickweed. i really can't control what comes out of this hole in my face.

woah. i am quite astounded. pandora referred to me as 'gorgeous' in amanda's gbook [bah...unless she was referring to one of the other colleens that have been proliferating the net recently...and if she was then me=really BIG dickweed]. i really don't know what to do about it. i really don't know why she said it. the pictures amanda takes of me in the newpaper room aren't terribly well lit. and i am so un-photogenic. if's really different when someone other than your mom and your bestfriend says you're pretty. cos my mom is obliged to and amanda is a people pleaser. and good lord...you know the girl i referred to an entry or so ago, the one who waswith me when i threw up zoodles on a ride? and she was never really civil to me again? well she was civil to me today. well, civil in the best way she can manage. she was talking to my friends amanda and cherakee and jake, who sit across the room from me in math. this girl sits in the middle. they were talking and laughing and carrying on, as usual and jill interrupted them to tell them how crazy she thought they were. now, math was first calss this morning and i was really late. i was literally just 15 mintues out of my bed. i wasn't really paying attention. then she suddenly whips around to me, like, right in the middle of her sentence addressed to cher & amanda and concludes "...and colleen, you like nice in pink. you should wear colour more often. in the 6 years i've known you, you've never worn colour. and you should." i looked up, startled. and sat there looking shocked for a couple seconds. and then finally just said "...thanks" instead of arguing that my shirt was NOT pink, but RED or that i have indeed worn colour in the past 6 years, or that to be exact she's only known me for five and a half years. i just thanked her and turned away puzzled. [it's almost as if she reads this thing. in case, hey jill....] hmmm...2 compliments in one day. stand back. i just might explode from shock.

on friday we are getting high speed internet. the kind that is permanently conencted, and is another phoneline. and also, the telly in my room will finally be hooked up. FINALLY. altho, this means i must clean my room and the comp are so that the installer people can ACCESS the damn things.

i have to go do garbage. but before i go...@ amanda's birthdya party this past saturday, we watched the tail end of me myself and irene on DVD w/ her 11 year old brother, cos he was watching it. we watched one of the out takes where renee starts beating someone on the train with the dildo. we laughed at that. and as we were lauging amanda's naieve brother exclaimed with laughter "she's hitting him with the sausage!" which made us laugh even harder. and he laughed along with us...altho, he didn't realise we were laughing a HIM.

/colleen

mofe1901 10:11 p.m.
anger. angerangeranger. JAMIE has decided not to find other hosting for her page. she's decided to quit.

alright, i'm only saying this once:most of us are fucking sad that pj.com is gone...even if we left it. i know that i for one had to think hard and decide whether or not i wanted to continue elsewhere, and obviously so did jamie...she decided not to, and i decided to give it one final shot at another domain [and children, if it doesn't work out here...i am going for good...]. i am not happy in the least that pj.com is now officially dead. i loved that domain. i refuse to badmouth or bash it or anyone from it...cos frankly, it doesn't feel like a victory to me. i feel like i'm in a hotel bed rather than my own.

it's sad that one fidht felled an entire domain with it's domino effect. as amanda so succintly said to me: "that's not really being fair then. it should have been settled between them. not you guys." and there. hopefully that's all i will have to say on the subject. jamie, dear...everyone is going to MISS_YOU. amanda said she was just starting to stalk you...

/colleen

mofe1901 04:47 p.m.
holy sadness. this is incredibly sad. i love little nick drake. i actually welled up while reading this. and i have tear ducts of steel:

"Molly Drake: He went up to bed rather early. I remember him standing at that door, and I said to him, "Are you off to bed, Nick?". I can just see him now, 'cause that's the last time I ever saw him alive. And that was it, and the next morning... He often didn't get up at all early, he sometimes had very bad nights and I never used to disturb him at all, but it was about, as it says here, about 12 o'clock, and I went in, because really it seemed it was time he got up, and he was lying across the bed. The first thing I saw was his long, long legs...

Rodney Drake: Apparently he'd been down during the night, he'd been downstairs during the night, and had some cornflakes or something like that. And he often did that as a matter of fact, when he couldn't sleep. He often used to go downstairs. More often than not, Molly would hear him passing our bedroom door and she'd get up, put a dressing gown on, go down and talk to him. This occasion, she didn't hear him. And he went back and he took an extra strong dose of these pills that had been prescribed for him, called Tryptizol, which he thought were anti-depressants. He told us he was supposed to take three a day or something. We were always worried about Nick being so depressed. We used to hide away the aspirin and pills and things like that. These particular things we didn't think were in any way dangerous.

Molly: He was just having a rotten night.

Rodney: A rotten night and he said "to hell with it" and he took the whole lot of them, and I'm told now that they are dangerous to the heart and so on. And obviously, it was more than he could take. And it killed him. But there were many times before, that we would have been much more worried about Nick, doing something of that sort than we were at this particular time, that's the extrordinary thing about it. "

molly and rodney are ..or were, rather nick's parents. describing the night of his death [a suspected suicide]. and i want T H I S from ebay, even tho the seller expects it to go for $125.

everyone go download some nick drake. [and i just read that 'pink moon' is supposed to be death. y'know 'none of you stand so tall/pink moon gonna get ye all'

/colleen

safe1701 02:49 p.m.
ok. i was about to do an entry extolling the virtues of zoodles [the canned, animal shaped pasta of the gods] but not that i've finished eating them...the familiar after taste is back. and it tastes like vomit. i've actually had the misfortune to throw up zoodles, once. on a kiddy ride. in front of the only person i knew in bridgewater at the time. yep...and then she elected not to go on any more rides with me that day [instead she decided she liked my older sister much better.]. and really...never speak to me civilly [sp?] again. alright i think it's time for a new paragraph because thi one is upsetting me...

there we go. i should NOT be doing an entry now. i should be taking whatever small time i have before amanda's party to do some more ap. as it stands. is till need to find 30 suggested poems ont eh net and quote enough lines to show i understand...something and then write 9 more thingamabobs where i 'react' to some things. that, again, i don't understand. usually, my strategy is to just say what the paragraph says but in my own words [which is actually, a popular strategy for ALL of mr. penny's students. who like me, don't know what the hell 'read, reflect and react' means. ]. but he has specifically said 'i don't want this precised or re-copied'. so ...damn. and then of course...once i'm finally done that...i need to start dictating it to my mother, who will write it over for me in her nice writing. cos mr. penny said we could NOT type it up and hand it in [why the fuck not? he didn't say.] and everytime i pass in something not typed up, i lose points for neatness. so i'm fucked from both ways. so, i'll have my mom write it over for me. which is also potentially trouble, cos he might think my mom did the work. but i'll show him my rough copy. sadly....there is no way my mom could've done the work for me. she too cannot understand it. and she's an intelligent adult. where does that leave me?

do you know what's a great feeling? calling up your best friend and hearing the strains of your favorite band in the background. the moment was ruined however, when i exclaimed "alex! is that supergrass? did you like...download them of napster or something?" and then having alex hesitate and then reply slowly."nooooo....colleen, you lent me the cd. yesterday." sigh. what went wrong in my head? i have teeange alzheimers in the worst way possible.

shite. i had other stuff to say. i always forget. so umm...i'm working on my page. slowly. i decided that since i hadn't changed or added content since around summertime, it was due for an change. and now is the best time... so i took a few things out. and i'll see if i can add some things. i'm gonna see if i can concetrate on making the review section stronger, if i can do it, i'd like to make it the centrepiece of my site. but my reviews tend to be so longwinded. and i don't want to type them up cos they're so long. so i will no longer review a cd track by track. cos it's just exhausting.

hey! and i remeber now! see? i knew if i jsut rambled awhile it would come to me. a few entrys ago, i was talking about pyjama day and this really, really nice picture taken of me. well amanda has uploaded the pyjama day pictures, and true, they are available on her site. i made her edit me out of a few pictures [the ones that look smaller than the rest...you can tell those are the ones she cropped me out of...]. cos they were distressingly bad. i'm waering lime green fuzzy pyjamas, ok? but i would like to draw your attention to some of them:
- this is the 'mammogram' shot. i'm in the middle. because jake and amanda re different heights ...when they fumped, the person w/ their arm beneath my boob squished UP, and the person w/ their arm above my boob squished DOWN. it was painful and i needed a minute to recover.
- the 'witness protection program' shot. me in the middle. hiding behind my hair.
- and here is the so-called 'botticelli' picture of me. not so great of cherakee. which is unusual. usually, cher turns out looking like a model and me like a hag. don't ask what's up w/ my delinquent eyebrow. and it's been observed i look like the girl from that 70's show here.
- this picture is awful. i look like i've jsut rolled out from the gutter, whre i had been sleeping under a pile of used syringes. colleen=recovering junkie in this picture. but i just wanted to show everyone my hair, a popular subject in snogged, i rant about it often, in it's full...erm...glory?
- I BROUGHT MY HELLO KITY PUPPET TO SCHOOL whoops, caps...for pyjama day. we took a picture of her. also notice another small hello kitty laying face down to the puppet's left. that's the hello kitty that hangs off my backpack.

ok alex. now it's your turn. send me the pics you took of yourself on the digital camera. c'mon...

so more on the winter carnival fiasco. school was cancelled thrusday. and unbeknownst to me the hypnotist was rescheduled for yesterday afternoon. i arrived @ school ysterday afternoon, fully prepared to blow some bubble gum bubbles. cos i was told it was int he afternoon. it was not. adn to add insult to injury, i appeared to be the only one who dressed up for disco/techno day! i opted for techno wearing a pair of blue wings, 12 bangle bracelets and 2 studded goth bracelets, a candy necklace, a bunch of flowers pinned to me, star stickers by my eyes, a tiara that lights up and flashes and carried a wand. i couldn't waer a coat over my wings so i walked briskly to school after lunch. as usual, i ahd to cross the elementray school playground tog et into my own school. and kids are so mean. they yelled and jeered! these little elementary school kids! hello? respect your elders brats! i am almost 17. i am in grade 11! and the little grade 3s had the nerve to make fun of ME! when i was in grade 3, i was afraid of the high school kids. i would never dream speaking to them, let alone taunting them! god, even when i was in grade 7...part of the highschool, i would never even venture into the sr. high wing. not until grade 9! do i not strike fear into the hearts of these kids? why can't i! although...i suppose when you're wearing wings...you can't strike much fear into the heart of an ant. the kids were yelling things about me being a toothfaury and a bumble bee. and they laughed. sniff. and what's worse...is that they hurt my feelings! i.am.so.lame.

i have to go shower. and do 10 million other things. turrah.
/colleen

wefe1401 02:19 p.m.
happy hallmark holiday cretins!

valentine's day= candy for colleen from mom and dad. and a cd or 2 from mom. and here is what i got:
-Between The Bridges by Sloan, The Smiths Singles, valentine's nerds, a locker miror that says...erm, 'angel face', heart shaped box of lindor chocolates, chocolate loonie, box of conersation hearts, m&m's 'valentine treat', and a box of mint patties from mom.
-laura secord liquer free truffles and 2 mini laura secord mint chocolate bars from dad.

i gave out my valentine's @ school today. mom bought me hello kitty valentine's to give out. and i'm from the school of thought that it's pointless to give out bought valentine's that you've just filled in the 'to/from' bits and that's it. so mine come with little notes/messages/inside jokes/doodles. and i still have a couple that need to be sent out in the mail for some psycho-jello people. i still have some hello kitty valentine's left over. and a few tongue tattoo lollipops. so who wants one? i will seriously send one to anyone who reads this regularly and emails me and requests one. i swear i will. no matter where you live. this should be an experiment. my email is on your right...

erg. speaking of pj.com...i've moved. which is prolly very obvious. but whatever. it needs to be addressed. and before you ask...yes, my friend amanda owns inherwake and that is certainly how i got the space. i didn't earn it or anything. before anyone insinuates anything...no, i don't really belong here. but i'm here. and amanda wants me here. so there you have it. i'll give it a try and see if it works out. it certainly won't compare to pj.com, which i loved dearly. but things degenerated. so i left. and actually, so did a few others.

i laugh so hard when people refer to valentine's day as "VD". cos i'm just dirty like that, ok?

it's winter carnival week right now @ school. which explains pyjama day and freak day and the other stuff i've umm...referenced in here but not really explained. monday was pyjama day and monday evening i went to school and participated in our BHS Who Wants To BE A Millionaire? in the library. i got cut @ the fastest finger round. which was actually just slapping your hand down on a math text book, but who's being picky? grr. i knew the answer but she had her hand undermine. and allow me a moment of cattyness, but *ahem* she was mr. lecain's daughter, and mr. lecain was our Regis. and she hestitaed for a LONG time. it should've gone to me damnit. and then tuesday was super freak day. where you dress like a freak. and as i mentioned previously i dressed specifically like amanda. amadna has a very...ummm'distinctive' style of dress. she likes to layer. so i wore pants AND a dress [as amanda is wont to do from time to time.] and then a long sleeved blue shirt under a 3/4 length black shirt. i dragged out my old doc marten's cos amanda wears boots, and i wore my versions of her flimsy bracelet, hemp bracelet and necklace, her chunky thumb ring, her other ring, and then of course her nice 16th birthday ring. for a finishing touch i caked my eyes in eyeliner and mascara. which was a bold move cos i abhor makeup and refus to wear it. subsequently, when i got to school everyone told me i looked nice [bah...among them being amanda herself...who in fact insisted on marvelling at her, i mean MY beauty all day.]. see...people were probably very puzzled...cos i looked freaky, as in i didn't look like my usual self [no dresses or makeup for me]...but i wasn't all crazy and neon like everyone else who dressed up. how GROSS is it for everyone to tell me how pretty i am when i'm wearing makeup? that ticked me off. it's like "hey colleen! usually, you're pretty ugly. i mean, woof...but geez, if you put enough make up on yourself...you're not so bad!" yeah why don't i paint myself unrecognizable so someone might find me attractive? makeup is soooo unbelievably evil and it was a big mistake to wear it yesterday.
anyway. yesterday afternoon i didn't go to classes. i was in the gym "watching" the arm wrestling championships. but really, i wa sjust in the gym, not going to calsses. cos arm wrestling gets boring fast. this guy came to school wearing a NKOTB shirt from Frenchy's yesterday for freak day. and i was so jeolous. he was wearing it in jest. but i would have treasured it if it were mine. and a girl had a smurfs button! oh sniff. i wanted to buy it off her. there was a semi plan to dress in gap shirts and khaki's yesterday for freaky day. and bring tennis racquets and smile politely and part our hair on the side. and be the preps. while the preps take one day out of the year to be 'freaky'. but we couldn't organise it. cos none of us own any gap. and it would hav meant borrowing a tonn of gap shirts from people. today was... oh groan...*pokes eyeballs out* RAP day. where all the preppy, wannabe thugs rolled out their "ghetto" gear. holy face of jesus [credit: sarah] it was funny. and very sad. i live in a small town in nova scotia. it was so so so pathetic. all these scrawny pale suburbanites making faux homie gestures. mimicing poorly from the few black people seen on television [and let me tell you...on the televison is the ONLY place where they've seen black people. this town is so rascist. i'm from toronto and it's unbearale.]. and i bet the administration's knees were knocking today. bandanas are usually outlawed, but today they were allowed. tonight is the very painful TALENT show. it's an oxymoron, folks. and tomororw for some skankin' reason is hawaain day. see,this year's theme is MUSIC. and so as usual, the school is divided into teams ['houses']. each house is given a theme appropriate name. this year, i'm in the village people [other houses include abba, the jackson 5, destiny's child, s club 7, new kids on the block, etc...]usually one day is reserved for dress as your house theme. we don't have one this year. instead it's hawaiien day. which makes no sense. today was rap day and friday is disco/techno day, cos of the music theme...get it? and tomororw night is the dance. which i won't attend. and tomorrow afternoon there's a hypnotist coming in the afternoon. i'll go to that. and friday there's no school @ all cos it's activity day. i was forced to sign up for buble gum blowing. but i am the queen of gum. so i should wipe the floor with everyone.

icq. i might have to delete that thing. i spent 4 hours on the net yesterday. talking on icq among other things. thank god it's winter carnival week and msot classes are cancelled cos i just have NOT been doing my homework. i have not been taking advantage of the absense of mr. penny. i still ahve a pile of stuff to do for him. and alex and i are never on at the same time. grr.

heroes in a halfshell, TURTLE POWER,
/colleen

tufe1301 08:13 p.m.
prepare to pee yourself from laughter. thanks to sarah.

mofe1201 04:55 p.m.
icq converstaions are fun fun silly willy. observe:

"madamelaguillotine: (4:49 PM) i am eating the most orgasmic jello on the face of this l'il planet. no skin!
lannie628: (4:50 PM) LOL!
madamelaguillotine: (4:51 PM) i made it @ 1:30 PM on saturday. i decided to take a box of rasperry jello and a box of grape jello, make them togeth as one and see what happens.

good jello is what happened.
madamelaguillotine: (4:53 PM) whoops...AM i meant. in da morning
lannie628: (4:53 PM) hehe" that would be laura and i.

i got a kiss on the forehead from amanda for being "pretty" today. yeah. what the hell ever. i am in the midst of a bad hair day, i have a ZIT and today was pyjama day so i was looking so very UNCOOL in my lime green pyjamas. however, somehow i managed to take a great picture today during my spare. i look strangely, very good. and i NEVER look good in pictures. lol, of course you know the best picture ever taken of me happens to be while i'm weering lime fucking green pyjamas!

and i know it's wrong but i am very thankful that my english teacher's mother in law just died, co it means all english work i haven't done doesn't have to be passed in until next monday.

haha. and i'm laughing cos today's date looks like 'mofo'. [mofe1201]

tomorrow is 'super freak' day at school. i think i'll dress like amanda.

/colleen

frfe901 09:15 p.m.
so i'm in a better mood. here is promised entry.

i just got back from work. it was extremely slow. it seems that the public really isn't taking to the new northern reflections. i did 3 sales in the 3 hours. and of course, it was sales of $6. they've got some winter merchandise like skirts on sale for $7.99...and then w/ an additional 50% off. crazy. they can't give the stuff away.

anyway, i had a snowday on tuesday. and utterly wasted it. laid around and didn't do any homework. then wednesday we took our NSCAD tour. it was so awesome. Cherakee, Amanda and I and a few others from our art program along w/ our art teacher and vice-principal went into halifax. i love halifax. it's such a great city. and it's just TEEMING with sloanishness. i passed by 10 million sloan look alikes. and i was particularly excited to be at NSCAD, since it is an important piece of sloanish geography. andrew scott went there, and for a bit so did chris murphy. they had a little article on andrew's recent gallery show in toronto and everytime i passed it, i made a retard of myself and went "eeee!" quietly to myself. so NSCAD is this big beautiful building just stuffed to the rafters with talented and interesting people. it's not your typical college, cos there's no campus jsut a few buildings with some great studio/instruction spaces. cherakee remarked that she liked the 'rawness' of it..the exposed brick...the paint splatters on the wood floors and the random crazy slogan scrawled in the stairwells. people there were highly expressive looking. if that makes any sense. amanda [who recently got glasses similar to mine...] and i felt at home in a sea of other geek glasses wearers. our tour guide had multiple piercings, a self haircut, and a thriftstore delight ensemble which made amanda and cher [the frenchy whores] and i [i was wearing my "garden" underneath my winterjacket.] feel very much at home....and for once, normal. but anyway...NSCAD is fabulous, and of course there's not a snowball's chance in hell i could get in. so i try to umm...not think of that part. in the elevators they have these paintings of naked women...which, altho we're not shrinking violets it made us laugh like hell when the elevator doors sprung open, adn there were tits plastered all over! and then of course you know...our crazy art teacher got in and was talking to us [not everyone would fit so she was telling us tot ake the stairs] TOTALLY oblivious to the nakedness going on behind her. i guess you'd have to know my art teacher to appreciate that. she's crazy. and has this crazy nasal voice. adn we couldn't keep a straight face what with the tits going on behind her. juvenile, yes. but we couldn't help it.

but i haven't told you the best part of our trip. it's a long story. but oh well, suffer thru it. amanda remarked that she sort of knew someone who is going to NSCAD...well, ore like she know of. his name is paul and she visits his site, squarebook. and i blieve she'd exchanged an email or 2. so we were following our tourguide out of the lounge at the start of the tour when we pass this likewisely bespectecled boy [geek glasses!]...i didn't much pay attention, cos there were tonnes of cool art boys just hanging around. amanda franctically tapped me on the shoulder and said "colleen! that was him! that was paul!" now, to tell the truth, we had just passed the bulletin board w/ the andrew scott article for like, the 5th time! and i was busying 'eee! andrew scott went here!'-ing to myself, so i was distracted. i asked here "why didn't you say hi?" anyway...then at the end of the tour, i spotted this little poster ont eh wall of one of the rooms that said something to the effect of "my name is paul. please help me out by bringing any scissors you can lend me to the lounge. you'll get your scissors back. don't worry." and it included a picture of a familiar looking geek glasses-ed boy. i called manda over and asked if this was squarebook paul. it was, and that was when her earned the nickname scissor paul. we laughed about him on the way home. i was positive i had been to squarebook before. manda sent me the address and now we're totally obsessed with him. we discuss him over icq. our other friends know about scissor paul, the cool guy colleen and amanda are stalking and delusionally hoping to be best friends with. yeah. anyway. visit scissor paul...my new pretend best friend. squarebook

aside from going to NSCAD we ate lunch @ peddler's pub [blah. i ordered lasagne. which was supposed to come w/ a side salad and garlic bread. what i got was caeser salad w/ a side of lasagne and a cold piece of garlic toast. the lasagne was teeny! dude....i wanted lasagne. so i ordered lasagne. i didn't need that damn heap of lettuce too, thank you.] and then on our way back to the car, ms. whitelaw [the art teacher] said we could walk veerrry slowly and window shop. ha! that all ended as soon as she and mrs. featherby [vice-principal] saw that lady colwell [this crappy old women's clothing store]was having a 50%-70% off sale. "ummm....girls, meet us back here in 1/2 an hour..." ms. whitelaw said and then she and featherby scurried inside. bah. so we tried to figure out how to get out of this scotia square place, cos it connects to these tunnels. and we're idiots, you see. we ended up in the CIBC building. we were trying to make it over to a bunch of used cd stores we knew were downtown. it was funny cos we could always tell where we were by locating the bum on the street in the orange sleeping bag [whom i nearly fell onto as we were herding down the steet on our way to NSCAD. i was nearly pushed onto him by someone.] now, suddenly i found myself elected "halifax expert", i guess since my dad used to live there and i used to go to the cd stores w/ him. and although i couldn't remember exactly what the streets were called...but i knew it was by "pizza corner"...which i knew to be a hell of a hike away. i surveyed the streets of halifax from my vantage point in this over pass walker tunnel, and eventually returned my verdict with a semi-degree of authority: "we can't walk all the way over there in 30 minutes...let along look around and get back." so we tooled around scotia square and went into this place called kaya books. i bought these 2 posters that were the covers of these old 1950's looking trashy mysteries. one's called rock n' roll gal ["some gals will do anything for kicks!...the sizzling world of real gone guys - and dolls on dope!"] and the other is called, lol, 'somewhere in this house a woman is to be killed'. they also had posters of more of these illustrated 1950's looking book covers and they were really x rated. dear god they had a gay/bisexual section and some of the titles were just too funny. i wanted them all so i could plaster my room with them. they were just too damn funny. amanda bought me part of my birthday present. after i had already bought the posters i saw that they had this b&w picture of an old movie star. i loved it and then i noticed written on the package it said 'coleen gray'. so it's not spelled the same way but i needed it. i called cher and amanda over and told them someone had to buy me it for my birthday. i didn't mean right then, however i looked away and next thing i knew amanda had plucked it from the wall and had bought it. ee! i share a name with an old movie star! then we got in the car and we were pretty quiet on the way home. until just about the end. when we started looking at our hands in the back seat. someone noticed my lifeline split in two, and it was declared i would develop multiple personalities. i was told i ahd old lady looking hands. thanks.

lol...my little brothers are having a sleepover tonight. they have cory over and they're supposed to be going to bed. i'm listening to them talk. little boys are so funny. one of them will say something totally retarded and stupid and the others will giggle up a storm. for example, james keeps saying "big____fatso___MAMA!" and then the other 2 just die of laughter. boys are so retarded.

i love my name, first off. but suddenly, other colleens are cropping up EVERYWHERE! grr. and i fell like such an idiot, cos i see my name and go "what? did someone link me? god! i don't even know this person!" i run my mouse over the link adn discover it's someone else. [and then feel like an egotistical boob.] someone like maybe this colleen or this one. i'm giving you these links in the hopes that you will visit their sites, yet i will remain your favorite colleen on the net.

gah this is long....so here, very quickly is anything else of any importance: i bought sloan's 'navy blues' for $9.99 and weezer's self-titled cd for $8.99 last saturday. i love both and am very proud of myself for my savvy shopping. and also...ummm...the condom fairy visited me today. ok, so it was greg, this very very veerrryyy gay guy at my school. and NO i'm not being some stupid homophobic person, nor am i judging the boy based on stale stereotypes. no, he's out and proud and loud. and he talks like rufus wainwright, but to the fucking tenth power. so picture this...me and my friend sin the library 1st class, and greg comes along and is like (in his extremely gay little voice) "OOOOkkkkaay Guuuys! happy valentine's day! have lots of sex! lots and lots of sex! do it twice!" and then he 'fluttered' away and sprinkled condom joy on other people in the library...[bahah! which was mainly little grade 7's playing chess. who are probably frightened of greg.] anyway, now i have a valentines' condom riding around in my backpack. and it has an extremely funny joke on it. which i presently cannot recall. later, my friends. later.

/colleen

frfe901 03:46 p.m.
i know i should do an entry. about NSCAD, my new cds, my new pretend best friend/obsession scissor paul [visit him @ http://members.home.net/squarebook/ ], the crazy week in general, my locker problem and the continuing crusade against any recognizable odour...and ummm, otherstuff. but i have a massive headache @ the moment. i feel very shitty @ this very moment. jsut 20 mins ago i was dancing along to sloan and laughing @ sarah's and scissor paul's blogs. now i'm feeling like shit. i suspect i work this evening. so i will go.

oh yeah, and i'm on icq now. my # is 106903039. chat w/ me. cos i am quite the moron. i need to go and finish addressing all my hello kitty valentine's.

quick question....should i change the gbook? i love that graphic cos it makes me laugh but it's been in there awhile. i've been told to investigate kyd gbooks by amanda.

and goodness doesn't this new graphic seem remenisicent of the last one? [both products of the same session.] and ggodness i need to learn how to sepll. grr...spell.

really. i'm usually funner than this.