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suma2501 02:21 p.m. mind you, madonna is being more than just mean to men. she's running them over, smashing into them, blowing them up @ a gas station, stungunning them and robbing them...etc. men misbehave in videos tous le temp. far be it for women to start doing it as well.... the song sucks. and the dialogue puzzles me. is it from a movie? the name of the nursing home cracks me up. ol kuntz nursing home. haha. i'm going there when i'm old. one guy on too much 4 much last night [a "regualr" person, not an expert...hah.] thought that maybe it was the old lady imagining it, and that madonna was the old lady , but younger, and the whole crime spree was the old lady thinking back to what she'd wished she'd done instead of growing old and dying alone, i guess as a "victim of the tyranny of men". .....or something like that. i thought that was an excellant theory. the scene where madonna is arming herself in a motel room, where the camera shows her tattoos...the 'loved' on the back of her neck would lend relevance to this theory. in my mind, at least. the video itself, from an arty point of view...is beautiful. it's shot wonderfully well. the slow crash at the end is disgustingly beautiful...the sly little shots of madonna's eyes here and there thruout the video are cool [she has crowsfeet. and i'm glad.]. my favorite part is the shot of madonna's middle walking slowly w/ the stungun towards the guy and then suddenly reversed, and the shot of her middle walking back w/ money in hand, and guy slumped over behind her. excellent camera. work. guy did a great job. i'm jsut sorry it had to come from madonna. the video is saying something and throught provoking and yadda yadda...but i no longer consider madonna as this trailblazing feminsit icon. she's an annoying celebrity. she objectified women in the 'music' video, did she not? and those are the kind of 'crimes' i was talking about ebfore that are committed against women in videos everyday. they're not mowed down by cars [if they were people would raise a stink, which as one woman rightly pointed out last night on the special that it would be misogynistic, and people would freak out...] but they're objectified and made out to be worthless. what's worse...to be dead or to be living without any personal worth, existing solely as an object? [a disposable one at that.] and i'll stop now. there are 7 chocolate bars in the fridge downstairs. and chocolate sauce and ice cream. and bits and bites and other stuff. i solemnly swear i won't eat any of it. i will take a walk today too, it's nice out. alex and i ate too too much last night. why does mom keep buying all this shit if my brother is supposed to be on a diet???!?!?!?!!?!?!?!? i know i've said it, but this graphic...yuck. no one can like as long as this graphic is up. but i don't have time to make another one. it's 3 pm and i ahve scads to do.
au revoir sama2401 11:37 a.m. oh i really hate me sometimes.....last night how much of my list did i get accomplished? i arted, watched erin brockovich, SVU and part of the wedge [i fell asleep. but not before taping the Gorillaz video. i heart cartoon monkey damon albarn!]. i suck harder than a 2 penny ho. i NEEDED to do kimberly's letter and clean my room. i don't even have kimberly's address anyway...oh well...monday it is for kimberly's package. speaking of amanda. i think he's put me on ignore or taken me off her visible list. that bitch. cos listen, i know how big of an internet addict she is....the same as me. i ALWAYS see her online. i haven't talked to her for 2 weeks [well...ok, that's counting the march break...when i was gone...but SHUTUP! who asked you?] what the ma fuck GIVES? and may i remind you ladies and gentlemen that we are ALL waiting for amanda to send me a picture before i can put up any new content. or my birthday list which amanda and alex BOTH wanted me to do to see what i want for my birthday. hmph. and holy mcFUCK do i ever need a new grpahic in here. i never liked this one. le sigh. i must go prepare for work. mike berry had pizza [pepperoni, store bought] for dinner last night. /colleen. frma2301 06:39 p.m. woo..someone tell that dude from souldecision that someone has accidentally put him in a WOMAN'S SWEATER! holy mclord... weekendweekendweekend. merci. i work tomorrow from 1-5 [my first shift over 4 hours since xmas. jumpin'.]. and then alex is coming over, i'm making her supper [more latkes? just maybe. i may force her.] and we're doing daily notes til we're blue in the face. and she's sleeping over. i did a daily ntoes visual this week. i am so behind. it was a visual for january 31st. i have entries done without visual from then until february 19th. i have 2 months of visuals and 1 month of entries to do. fuck. he's gonna ask for them soon, i can feel it. it had been so long, i was so rusty...i didn't like the way my visual was going...so i set it on fire. yep...and i get extra badass points for doing it within inches of an open bottle of rubber cement [flammable] and surrounded by hundreds of papers and magazines in my messy room. it stank so bad afterwards, and i'm glad i didn't set off the smoke detector. so, after i felt that the visuals were sufficiently burned, i rubber cemented them onto my page [which i covered in duct tape first], and i think i'll write the title using alex's whiteout pen. i showed it to her and all my friends. amanda suggested for my explanation i write it on a paper and then set THAT on fire too. so i did [you can't write very well on ducttape. nope.].
tonight i will have a glorious evening. in my room. where i can do any number of those things. not all of them, i ain't superwoman. so i have *hmmm...it's like 6:30 now, SVU @ 11...* a little over 4 hours to do shit! yay me! i feel so tingly and productive. like a good little worker bee. bzzzbzzzz. so just get butt off internet....and i'll be in business! today was a goodgood day. i attribute it to no chem or math and latkes in my tummy. grade 11s had last class off to go to the library and recieve newfangled course selection sheets. in order to graduate i need a min. of 4 credits, however g.12s need to take min. of 5 COURSES. ok. no problem. those 4 courses HAVE to be: a global studies course [i'll prolly take global history 12], an English 12[hmmm....i'm looking into correspondance english for next year. no more penny! or daily notes! but we'll see...], and it says "2 more either math, science or tech." in which case i'll do academic math 12 and computer related studies 12. i'm excited cos i thought i needed another science [which i DON'T hooray!]. and in additon to those four i will prolly take drama 12. [other courses i might take, but do not need to graduate:history 12, and i'll look into co-op ed....]. so if i have my way for next year it's: math, computer related studies, drama, global history, and some form of english. keep in minf i have no fucking clue what to do after high school. no interests, no abilities, no NUTHIN'. so i'm just aiming to graduate here...i maybe painting myself into a corner by not taking a 3rd science, but beleive me...i will try my hardest to avoid any career that involves math OR sciences. my mom loves me a lot today. she keeps telling me. and trying to hug me. she crept up behind me and kissed the back of my neck while i was trying to tell her about the drama crisis. geez. that's nice mother, but why all of a sudden? oh great. she's probably dying. /colleen. thma2201 04:12 p.m. wema2101 03:29 p.m. y'know that link to the supergrass interview i posted yesterday? well, because i'm a dork, i printed it out [all 10 pages of it. arg.] on unusually bright and annoying paper and gathered my friends during my spare [in the downstairs girls bathroom no less. the newspaper room smelled at that moment. two people were eating tuna sandwiches at the same time...what a calamity. so we went to the bathroom which is saying something. cos it smelled better than the dual conspiratorial tuna. blarf.] and we acted it out. i was gaz. amanada was danny. cher was mickey/waiter/the reporter. i am so lame. i couldn't believe they went along with it. why does anyone listen to me and do what i say? can't they tell i'm an escaped mental patient in hiding? no one ever, EVER put me in a position of authority...people like me should never have a following. my school is infested with scabies. oh how i love living in a hick town. pray for me, ok? new layout and content as soon as manda gets her ass in gear. really...i'm jsut waiting for her to send me something. so everyone go bother amanda: motorwaysix@hotmail.com. ihw.com/morning. merci. so yeah...i'm overflowing with content. but it can only go up one peice at a time. SHAKE A LEG AMANDA!
i should turn in my jobshadoiwng form as soona s possible. we're supposed to have 2 choices...but i can't make up my mind between 3. so i need some help. vote! ici are the choices: wema2101 03:12 p.m. tuma2001 03:47 p.m. erg. i wanted to do a big huge entry re: march break. but now i'm dizzy. i would've had new layout and content up yesterday had the graphic ediotr not eaten the graphic in the seconds before i uploaded it, plunging me into a deep 3 minute depression. and i spent a million fucking years on that graphic too. i don't have the patience or stamina to reproduce it. but then i made another graphic last night. which'll do. i accosted scissor paul last night asking him whether he preferred the graphic left in grey or w/ some added colour. he was quite bewildered, but politely gave me his opinion. grand merci to scissor paul. i'm anxiously awaiting cher's present in the mail. her birthday is in a week. but her party is in 10 days. ebay's gonna kill me one of these days. the strain it places me under! i'm cultivating my little brothers music taste. james just wandered out of his room where he was playing w/ his little friend cory and requested 'from the back of the film' by thrush hermit. or 'thrust hermit' as they are called amongst my brothers. cos he wanted cory to hear it. and actually he referred to it as 'that gun song we listened to in the van on the way home from fredericton.' but whatever. it's a step up from fred penner's 'happy feet' which is the only cd james possesses. speaking of the freres, as i said i bought a disposable camera in fredericton. i finished the roll yesterday. the last like 12 pictures are just me dicking around. maybe if they come out nicely i'll convince a nice scanner-owning friend to scan 'em for you all. like you guys REALLY want to see lame, random things like a picture of the cats. my clean/messy room. i surprised james in the bathtub as well [for all the paedophiles who frequent my page...heh heh.]. when we were on the ferry my brothers wanted to take pictures so it's like 'picture of colleen next to this weird rusty door' 'colleen near a sign'. although i'm no better the pictures from fredericton are like 'james next to a sign that warns about dangerous gas'. mom just took the film in. it'll be ready thursday. bah. head hurts. amanda left school cos she was under the weather, and incidentally the weather is awesome today. i don't know where i'm going with this. i guess 'get better' amanda is what i mean.... we SANG in drama today [somehow we do everything BUT drama in drama. it must have something to do w/ the fact that the drama teacher is really the music teacher]. my tone deaf howlings. lordy. cherakee kept laughing at me. something i was doing was making her laugh. which made me laugh...and inevitably i would snort and disrupt everything. in english, the guidance counsellor came in and told us about jobshadowing. which i've been looking forward to for 3 years...basically, since my sister was in grade 11 and got to do it. i thought i wanted to go visit Q104 in halifax. but now i'm conflicted...how cool would it be to visit a photography or recording studio in halifax? hehe...as soon as she announced it we all got silly and started suggesting odd jobs. i announced i was going to jobshadow a ninja. or a prostitute. or a child pornographer. we're so immature. i came home to find a postcard from sarah waiting! it was 'from toronto' but not really 'FROM toronto'. it was purchased in toronto..but it was written and mailed once she got home. which she openly admitted in the postcard. it seems a bit moot to send me a postcard from the city of my birthand home for 11 years. come to think of it...:good job sarah, you've successfully opened old wounds and i will now spend the remainder of the evening sorrowfully mourning my beloved homecity, and cursing my adopted town w/ it's yellow water and small minds. way to go sarah. haha...but i did laugh when i realised it was addressed to a certain 'colleeny beanie'. haha...EVERYONE from the net addresses my packages like that...it made me stop and wonder if i'd neglected to tell people my last name. it's hennan, in case i haven't. h-e-n-n-a-n. prounounce it as if you wer talking about a hen...that was IN somewhere. 'hey by golly! look at that HEN IN that henhouse!' comme ca. but let's not get into my last name. it's a touchy subject. and a long story. mr. williamson, my chem teacher called me a slob today. twice. in front of the whole class. he viciously attacked my admittedly poor writing. i plead with my friends seated willy nilly about the classroom to testify on my behalf 'yeah. her writing is really that bad' cherakee spoke up and 'hey...i can read it' alex chimed in, in my defence. i exclaimed 'it's hereditary! i can't help it!' to which he scoffed. i sat down, fuming [as cherakee laughed at me from across the class. lord...she laughs at me quite a bit. friend indeed....] and when he came around to COLLECT something we were supposed to hand in, i thrust it at him and he looked at it and i said 'i wrote it over so you can READ IT.' and he said 'you're red colleen.' to which alex said 'colleen is always red.' which is true. i have 'deep colouring', alright? but i actually wasn't very red at that moment [it's not shyness or anything....i'm not shy. but i'm just....flushed quite often.] which flung me into another tizzy as i twisted this way and that in my desk demanding "am i red? do i look red to you?" to various people around me. then after he finished his long boring chem spiel, to which frankly, i was not listening to and neither was anyone else [consequently i do poorly in chem], he's like "not to mention any names or anything, but please try to be neat..." to which everyone pointedly LOOKS at me, as they have all been observing the battle that's been going on. LORD! WHY is it that whenever teachers try to TALK about me in front of the class WITHOUT mentioning my name, EVERYONE STILL KNOWS WHO THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT! penny is still harping on about the vocabulary i didn't pass in [see an earlier entry. i believe i did an entry on this] to everyone and anyone [who are perfectly aware it's me.] and then during drama ms. caldwell is like "oh, and you guys really shouldn't be chewing gum in drama...especially during these voice exercises..." so i turn and slink to the garbage and spit out my gum. and turn around to find everyone watching and smirking. cos everyone knows i'm the one who chew gum constantly. A.R.G! "you little mixtape virgin you! it ALWAYS happens like this! you ask the other person for requests! grrr! it's prooooceeeeeedddduuurrre!"-me. talking to alex over icq, asking for requests for her mixtape...which she was VERY hesitant to give. holy hysterical newish supergrass interview so i guess if i am not going to go into anything in depth i should bugger off. maybe next time i'll talk about march break. when i can muster myself and some time. hey...how fucked up is the entry below? it's got random numbers instead of the time. netscape is the scourge of the earth. /colleen frma1601 984776516 yup. just checked email for only the 2nd time in a week [dude...and i'm not even suffering withdrawel or ANYTHING!]. 90 messages. not reading any of them, mind you, but i did skim and notice that NONE of them were from friends or any of you. that's it. no dessert for you, young man/lady....off to bed now! you people suck, you know that? and it's moot now...cos i'll be home sunday. and i prolly won't check email again til bridgewater. there....i hope that eats away at each and every one of you. hmph. doot de doot de doo...now i have nothing to say.i had a bunch of things to say about my adventures in fredericton. and i'm continuosly thinking \"ooh...snog about this...\" and now here i am. a blank. sorry. oh yeah...i am reading 'fall on your knees' by ann marie macdonald. woah. scatter to your respective bookstores NOW. it's a big huge book. but i like big huge books. i guess i must be going through withdrawl from the digital camera we play around with in the newspaper room during my spare...cos out of desperation, i bought a disposable camera on monday. and then didn't start taking pictures until yesterday. i intended to photograph fredericton so that i can show my friends what exactly i DO when i disappear for a week during school holidays, claiming to visit my father. then discovered that fredericton is not very photogenic, or is camera shy or SOMETHING...so i resorted to taking pictures mostly of my brother james. that tootless grin of his. and his constantly running nose. he's a natural. i was just at dre's page and was pleasantly surprised. hurrah! hiatuses are for wimps. and dre passed the test! she's a woman now, our dre! sniff,sob and the like... been shopping. i am scared to check my bank balance now. didn't do much bday shopping. a few tidbits for cherakee. nothing for alex. [damn you alex! i have, like 'alex shopping' block. suddenly i don't know what to buy for her anymore. my best friend and favorite co worker. how much time do we spend together again? and how come i can't find anything for her? grr...] speaking of friends...where did amanda go? coming soon my rosy red ass amanda....get it in gear, child! leave me a gbook message or SOMETHING on the status of /morning.... okay. that must suffice. homework might be a good idea. have a happy saint patrick's day children, as you may be aware colleen's family are pretend irish. so raise a guinness and think of me. /colleen. which means 'girl' or 'maiden' in gaelic. so there. sama1001 06:16 p.m. aaannnnddd....i'm going to watch what lies beneath tonight. and if it scars me for life it is so all alex's fault. and i also burned myself @ work. musltiple times. ow. holy heartbreak....damon was really upset about him and justine breaking up. i mean supersuicidalupset. yep. frma901 03:42 p.m. so there are literally 10 million things i could go on about. amusing anecdotes, hilarious stories, a charming roundup of the weeks embarrasing moments, mr. penny rants [cocksucker] and the usual. but i'm suddenly tired. and don't feel like it. so suck on that. i prolly won't have much of an opportunity from now until i leave for fredericton, to internet, which is sunday i believe.
things i could tell you about, but won't: ok this is going nowhere. i'll prolly be out tonight and i have to work tomorrow. and before sunday churn out a few mixtapes. and then come sunday i will be gone. prolly all week too. i will have some internet access. another entry in here is doubtful. but email i can do...and read my book. so until then, farewll maybe. &postscript:oh goodness. i heart supergrass and this supergrass/radiohead page. it's on crack and i make month;y visits and read EVERYTHING despite having read it all before. i love it. and it's so smileysupergrassy. and radiohead are a surprisingly drole band...you wouldn't think so, but they are. wema701 11:30 a.m. tuma601 11:31 a.m. _acrobat: (11:20 AM) NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE OSCARS CUT BJORKS TIME DOWN TO 3 MINUTES, NOT 6 SO NOW THOM CAN'T PERFORM WITH HER!!
[weeps]
but they always make fun of Bjork. amanda is understandably heartbroken over the removal of dear thom from the oscars. and so should we all...there goes the only reason to watch for this year. besides the outfits. moma501 07:23 p.m. moma501 11:53 a.m. thank you. you may now return to your regularly scheduled programming. frma201 10:20 p.m. i am sitting. please....hold your applause. my hair is still as long as it was an hour ago. and the hour before that, and the hour before that....however it is in front of my shoulders. but make no mistake...it is not longer. the people @ the graveyard are still dead. i checked. for over an hour this afternoon. a cold hour.with a fun fun soundtrack. alex got her license today. yay her. i have yet to crack the book to study for my beginner's. i heard rumblings she is glow bowling tonight with simon. i know she's working. cher and amanda are probably doing something. together. and i don't know what jake is doing. i should've called him and asked if wanted to come over and watch my movie with me. no sense us two being lonely together. but i felt like staying in my room. and you know what? those are the safest comments i can make at the moment. altho i will concede 3 things a)i rendered a man impotent earlier this evening at blockbuster, b)the new rolling stone is boring as shit on a stick. dave matthews is lumpen like a war amp potato. and how happy we all are that his sudden depression has ceased, and just in time for the release of the new album too! the album that 'saved dave matthews' life. and it will be marketed accordingly. c) the geniuses @ rolling stone head quarters neglected to send me the issue w/ the beatles on the cover. but that's ok. you know why? mom forgot i had a subscription and bought it for me. christ. i rue that damn subscription & d)i made a very foolish mistake today, in assuming my art class would enjoy sloan. really, i mean, what was i thinking? i was just taking up time on the cd player, playing 3 songs that weren't destiny's child, which was wrong of me. but rest assured, the moment my 3 songs were over [she says what she means, c'mon c'mon, and chester the molester] the people got their destiny's child quota filled. and now i shall go back to laying on my bed and staring at the wall. cos that's good fun. yeah, when you're dead from the waist down.
they never bloody ever call, &postscript: the people @ kyd.net are thisclose to sleeping with the fishes. if whatever is going on w/ my guestbook isn't fixed soon, i'm putting the lean on them. in the meantime, everyone can go leave messages in the old guestbook. a message would acutally be quite appreciated right now. please. thma101 06:15 p.m. here's the thing; lately discussion of art collage has come up in art class, between cherakee, amanda and i. i made the comment that no art collage would ever accept me based on my portfolio. cherakee and amanda thought i was just being "low self esteem-y" and rushed to assauge any inferiority worries i might have [it might be important for me to mention that both cherakee and amanda, particularly amanda, are naturally talented artists in many mediums and indeed could very plausibly have futures and careers in art. me? i'm not conventionally good at art. i enjoy it. i never possessed any "natural" ability...any talent i do possess i've cultivated and developed myself over the years. i like to put interesting spins on my stuff, usually to detract from the overwhelming crappiness of it. i'm the idea girl. they're the ones with the golden hands. and let's translate this into numbers: cher & amanda make 98s in art, i make 80s...], sort of missing the point that i wasn't being down on myself, just realistic. cherakee made a feeble attempt saying "but colleen....i like your art. it's so...colleen." amanda made some sort of agreeing noise. but they missed the point. they rationalised the rubbish. i am generally considered to be 'creative' 'interesting' 'weird' 'unique' blah blah etc...insert any number of similar descriptive words. my art is given extra value because it's done by me. as i believe cherakee has pointed out "i think you have to know colleen to get/like her art." that's exactly it. i think i would be accurate if i were to declare myself extremely well known, at least among those who know me, for my personality. i am a person not easily forgotten, to put it simply. i am a lot of everything and i usually leave an indelibly 'colleen' mark on everything i do. i am long on personality; short on actual skill. and this applies to many things, not just art. writing is another example that immediately comes to mind. i've been told 'be a writer, colleen' and i've always had to reply 'i can't. i won't do it like everyone else does it. and just because it impresses my naieve little high school friends, doesn't mean it will impress a publisher.' meaning: my run on sentences are staying and no professional in the literature world will tolerate that. after i leave highschool i can't counting on getting away with things 'because i'm colleen.' so therein lies the dilema: am i supposed to submit a portfolio to NSCAD or any other art college w/ a yellow stick-it note attatched that says "you don't know me, but you should. i am colleen, minor highschool legend, and an extremely cool person to boot. you sort of have to know me to understand my work, so just take my word for it that my work takes on a whole new dimension [in that it goes from 'crap' to 'genius' within seconds of meeting my dazzling, brilliant self] if you know me. just keep that in mind, and let me into your school so that you can get to know me and then finally appreciate my wonderful art. thank you."? who, besides my naturally adoring small circle of friends will attatch any value to anything i produce? my art teacher doesn't give me any special consideration for 'being colleen'. she looks at it. sees it for what it is. and marks me accordingly. if kid a was released by another band, would everyone still have gone nuts? if someone else were to make some of the stuff i have done, would it too be feted? given the benefit of the artistic doubt because the creator was 'interesting'? wefe2801 04:00 p.m.
1)believer by supergrass [i think. i mean i'm just guessing. i've never heard believer, as it's a supergrass b-side.] is that not the world's freakiest mix cd? what a weird array of tracks. ok...and i'm positive mike berry was vaguely frightened of me ANYWAY [he's quite the quiet guy. and i'm pretty sure he's never said a word to me or looked me in the eye. and i've accidentally yelled things @ him in history class a few times. when i caught him looking @ me. long story...] but now he's sure to think i'm a retard. haha. oh well....i'm sure he's not the only one....
SHOTGUN!, &postscript: is it just me, or is there like...a tittyload of canadadian artists on this cd? [the odds, bluerodeo, see spot run, hayden, rusty, the headstones...] mymy...that mike berry is quite the patriotic fellow.... tufe2701 07:59 p.m. sorry for the multiple entries here, but i just felt like announcing to everyone that i just had to pee in the dark. since yesterday we have been restricted to one bathroom, the much inferior, quite infamous upstairs bathroom. the toilet is broken in the downstairs one. and now, unfortunately the light has burnt out in our remaining functional bathroom. and it's night out. so, as i just said, i jsut peed in the dark. and if i dribbled, then for fucks sake....it wasn't really my fault.
and before i go off [for real this time] and do my homework i must pose this question [in the vein of the well known 'what's the sound of one hand clapping'...] (the laughter of jonny greenwood.) tufe2701 06:06 p.m. barheep. my mom should be reported to child services, i SWEAR. so my little brother james has had a cold since friday. he's had chapped lips however since a bit before that. my mom has been slathering lipchap on him for the past several days. but it's been different lipchap, obviously, if she's upstairs w/ him...then it'll be some lipchap she's grabbed from the cupboard in the upstairs bathroom. and likewise for the downstairs bathroom [whose cupboards still have quite a bit of my university sister's stuff in it. oh wait man, come to think of it...she'll be back this weekend for march break...grrr.] and she said she's noticed that when she puts lipchap on him [and you know little boys...she has to forcibly do it. she grabs his head with one hand and smears it on while he does the disgusted 'twist and lean away' patented move of all little children. especially those about to be kissed or something...] in the DOWNSTAIRS bathroom, he starts to flip out and go "owowowowowowowow! mom that hurts!" and knowing my mother, that wouldn't clue her in to STOP or anything. did i mention my mom's eyesight is not that good? yeah...she needs bi-focals, but for vanities sake will not get them. and also, we've been noticing james smells peculier. peculier, as in strangely GOOD. he came home from playing at a friend's house the other day and both mom and i were like "what is that smell?" and after we traced it back to james mom asked him if laura had put perfume on him. he denied it all. we accused him of playing around in mom's perfume. again, he denied it. anyway, i was up at the computer after lunch and i heard my mom explode with laughter downstairs. she was coming out of the downstairs bathroom. i heard her say to james, who was still @ the kitchen table "james honey, i owe you an apology..." and i came downstairs to see what all the fuss was about. she explains that the past few times she's tried to put lipchap on james he's said it really hurt. i was sort of puzzled why she found this funny. but then she held up the "lipchap" and i realised she hadn't been putting lipchap on the child at all, in fact it was a perfume stick that my sister had left behind! PERFUME! on his dry cracked and sore lips! how sad is that? how FUNNY is that!?!?! and my mom and i just cackled and cackled and cackled while james looked not at all amused from where he was sitting. mom kept apologising from in between peals of laughter...but somehow it rang insincere. so anyway, i was just talking to james, as i often like to do while he's trying to watch pokemon cos it bugs him. [he is so cute.] and i asked him "james...did you not notice that the perfume-y smell was emanating from your face?" apparently not. "james....did you not taste a funny taste every time you licked around your lips?" "no. because i'd wipe it off when mom turned around." haha! so he's been coated in white musk perfume for the past 3 days. i'm tempted to ask him whether any girls have shown any interest... i got a chem quiz back today. 1 wrong. holy mcshit. that's like a 95%. sadly...balancing equations are the ONLY thing i know how to do in chem. so it's sort of a hollow victory. and then, my jerkass chem teacher had the fucking balls to not say a damn thing to me! he's always so effing vocal when i fail or barely pass. i said to him a couple times "mr. williamson...i got a 95" and he jsut ignored me. when i told my mom he didn't say anything to me she was quite mad. she had some choice words for him. i guess you'd have to know him to understand why the fact he didn't congratulate me is so important. fuckface. so...ever ended up w/ a crotchful of rubber cement? not fun.i was sitting on my bed cross legged doing some minor craftwork. i plunked my rubber cement between my legs to keep it standing. and i was looking @ magazines and cutting and pasting etc....i didn't even notice it fall. in fact, it wasn't until i reached down for the cement when i found my hands in puddles. i looked down and my neither region was covered in all this white sticky stuff [not an easy explanation should someone have walked in @ that moment. good thing i keep my door locked at all time.] and i grabbed at a bitchload of kleenex. the cement on my hands, meanwhile dried. and i tried to wash it off, but whenever my hands touched other cement-y parts of my hands...they'd stick. and do not make any mistake, tho rubber cement may look a bit wimpy and yes, you can peel it of if you only coat one side...blahblahbalh. but if you coat both sides and stick them together? it's like, perma-stuck. now apply this concept to 2 rubber cemented hands trying to get clean under a tap. water and soap were of no help. and i had an ass full of cement. i stuck my pyjamas on. but dear god...no one ever needs any sort of adhesive substance in that area of their bodies...if i wake up tomorrow w/ my legs permanetly stuck together...i will grow up to be one unhappy and very sexually frustatrated individual. and then there was the task of cleaning it off my bed. it looked like a bunch of elephants had had an orgy on my bed and i had the unpleasant task of cleaning up after them. but oh lord....as unamused as i was at the mess [and waste of my precious rubber cement], i still laughed my head off cleaning it up. because there i was w/ 2 handfuls of white goopy, sticky liquid....because i, if you haven't already noticed, am a pervert. this morning just after i arrived @ school from my spare cherakee stuck her hand out to me and said "here. i bought it for you in halifax..." i looked down and saw she was holding a white rubber band [wooo...that cher....big spender]. i stared @ it a moment, then took it from her and it was only then taht i realised it said 'lunatic' on it. haha. and apparently she got it at a BEADS store. she bought a couple. sh has one, amanda has one...and jake and i both have white ones [for which we gave her grief.] they all say 'lunatic' on them. and also cher said her sister got one that says 'stubborn.' [i showed my mom today and she was like "oh that's nice...are you going to wear it in your hair?" and i was like "no mom. rubber bands hurt. and no one would be able to see the 'lunatic' bit unless they were taller than me and went rooting around in my hair." "oh," she said "i suppose you have a point...". mom has been having 'blonde moments' today. despite the fact she's not blonde.] speaking of....i rested simon's 'coldplay' cd on the counter as i was putting on my shoes to go back after lunch and mom looked af it and asked me rather puzzled: "who are the parachutes?". sigh. my mother. she tries, but she'll always be a square. i have 10 pounds of homeowrk. and i have to do the kitchen and garbage. so i muct go.
/colleen mofe2601 06:57 p.m.
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