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thju2601&09:48 p.m. / you've infected harlem 1)i have just made arrangements to buy the long wanted, much anticipated JJ72 album off a guy from ebay. when S$H is considered and currency changed it should be $15 something on my end. pretty decent, no? and it's MINT. so there. FINALLY. the insert better be fucking stupendous, or i'm gonna knock their little irish heads together until potatoes come out. cos i'm almost to a point where i'm SICK of my jj72 empeethreez...i have every track off the disc.
2)re: spending money...i spent money today for the first time in...2, 2.5 weeks. on ME that is. or maybe it jsut FEELS like it's been awhile. it felt fucking good. or maybe cos all the money i spent today was free...i used the $5 from my lotto ticket on a roll of film, and then went over to the used bookstore [FINALLY i've been trying to for MONTHS!] and bought $16 worth of deliciously kooky books using my mom's store credit and some of the money that i got when i SOLD the used book store books last week. money for nohing, and chicks for free. hee. among the things i bought @ the used bookstore today, and will proceed to carve into ribbons for 'art projects': 3) i looked at my daily notes last night for the first time in 2 months. i actually hid them on myself to force myself to stop looking at them. and do you know what? they actually kind of rock. i'm actually almost sort of proud. i think i'm going to amanda's on saturday. and i think i'm going to force her to scan quite a few things for me... 4)cherakee went and got her beginner's today. congratulations cherakee. no word whether amanda got hers or not...and you know what? i don't care if she actually passed or failed or whatever, just as long as she FINISHED THE GODDAMN BOOK finally, and PHYSICALLY TOOK HERSELF TO THE RMV AND MADE SOME SORT OF VAGUE EFFORT TOWARDS IT. how many postponements were there? i severly doubt she would fail it...and plus if she gets it then she can get A CAT. Corky The Second. hoorah. and speaking of cats...cherakee sold her kittens to the pet store and 2 have been sold already, one of which to friends of ours up the road. hee. that tickles me for some reason. 4) i got a coupon today for $5 off a double pack of polaroid film. i am too fucking excited. i need to stop obsessing over film costs. chill colleen, CHILL. and as well, i emailed the guy i bought my polaroid cameras from, and he said he mailed them yesterday! hee! 5)i'm too tired tot ell you why 'a bit of me' by rufus wainwright is the Best Song Ever Barring The Girl From Ipanema. it's jsut rocks, k? 6)har. and...yeah. lofters is on. they jsut referenced tre's appearance on QUEEF. har ha har. i thought i might have imagined it. and i'm going now. bye... oh right! i got cardboard tonight at work. hee. i'm a simple girl, really.... thju2601&05:03 p.m. / you're hungry, but i'm starving... -why i love spending money, why it's been awhile and what i bought -work and the joy of customers who don't speak your language! -hooray polaroid coupons... -felines and class 7 licenses... -why this song is the absolute best song my darling Mast Of The World has ever written...how i came to know it and accidentally lost it.... -why it's been a 'joe strummer and the mescaleros' week, and how cute some of these mescaleros are... -why i'm the absolute queen of mixtapes, all bow.... [or as robin so cutely calls them 'mixed tapes'...lol] tuju2401&11:42 p.m. / honey i'm a roller concrete clover "The School firmly believes that to teach art means to foster the students' ability to formulate their personal vision, as well as to guide their understanding and analysis of the historical, philosophical and social conditions of culture. To study art, then, means to work towards a mastery of expression, as well as towards a discovery of the world in which the artist's work originates and to which it makes an important contribution."-from the glasgow school of art/fine art division website. wow. you know, i can't honestly say i get that here...my art teacher has no klue as to what my personal vision is, or isn't. she teaches hers.so the other night when pita ate my posts i actually had something very important to say. pick your jaws up off the floor and listen. i had been to the graveyard, which, if you don't realise by now is at the end of my street and i spend quite a bit of time there [and NO it's NOT weird.] i had made a few life and death decisions: a)i am not going to school in toronto. (life) b)i want a white headstone. a big one.(death) to elaborate on the life thing...i don't want to go to school in....well, not on this continent. i thought and thought and thought and considered all the places i could go in the maritimes, and then in turn, the rest of canada...i briefly [but not seriously] considered the big bad states, but quickly laughed that one off. i want, no...i think i should be in the united kingdom, or at the very least somewhere in the european union. if i'm going to go to a school--and something tells me i'm going to have to/they're going to make me, and let me make this clear that i don't really want to, FINE, i'll take a course. i'll PURSUE a profession mom and dad...but let me pick where, ok?
at any rate, i've done my research and i've compiled a vague list. think about it: are they going to FORCIBLY sign me up to some random university and pack me away in handcuffs? you can't do that to an 18 year old. i am thinking of probably jsut pulling a hissyfit and refusing. when reasoning fails, resort to antics and tantrums i say...if they're not willing to send me to university where i want to go, then the only thing actually preventing me from just moving there myself is money. if i weren't saving up for this damn trip, i could have some money together by the end of next school year. but of COURSE mom said i jsut HAD to go on this trip...arg. silly greece and italy. anyway...these ones have piqued my interest...
yes, there are photography programs in canada. there are many 'schools of art', some better some worse. there are scads of universities that offer film and media studies, jounalism studies . why go to the uk? WHY? because. the u.k. is where _ i _ want _ to _ B E. tuju2401&06:45 p.m. / don't drink, smoke, laugh takes herbal baths... tuju2401&02:34 a.m. / nothing equals everything tuju2401&01:17 a.m. / tear down the monuments and also...how much do i love myself? holy lord. i jsut quashed a moth against the screen...and now there's this silvery stuff everywhere! whoops. i feel like i've just killed the last unicorn or something... alex i'll call you tomorrow. er, TODAY. sometime. yeah. have fun at work. make your sales and lisa will buy you a lotto ticket...i won $5! Sunday, July 22, 2001&02:19 p.m. / i still have a flame going for the cute ones i'm thinking i should end my dealings with our local cd store. i'm thinking i should do the online thing. or send alex's dad on future shop runs for me. i'm jsut remembering now when AVE opened at the mall. i guess it was '99. we were all so excited. they had better prices than Radioland [famous for their $30 new releases...] and they had a much bigger and much nicer store. it didn't take long for them to crush radioland, and radioland folded. and NOW...AVE have Radioland prices and selection. WTF? how Animal Farm of them... ok. the snow family will be home today. i hope they don't think that i broke their hose while watering the plants. because i didn't. THEY broke their hose while i watered their plants. they left it on and the first time i go to water the plants it's like...half exploded. it WASN'T MY FAULT! ok...the redesign isn't really coming along...at all. i'm thinking i'll have someone else do it. amanda? pleaseyplease? if i send you the graphics and a couple mp3s to listen to, will you construct something for your poor little friend? i'm so sick and tired of it. and i REALLY can't stand this for much longer. suju2201&01:41 p.m. / no sexy pack of starving wolves ok...i'm going to murder cherakee's ovaries. haha...i just found this bookmark in my bookmarks, it's from january [so long ago. how'd that happen? ]...it's the original series of hairflipping pictures...and erm...i don't think i could murder cherakee right now because i'm laughing too hard at her. she's clenching her non existant buttcheeks! and if you can't tell, cherakee is the one on the fat right. did i just say fat right? how...weird...yet how very telling. was that freudian?...cos cherakee is a stick [ahem, despite eating more food than amanda and i COMBINED...but i'm not bitter...]. definitely weird. i meant FAR RIGHT. she's got her hands in the air. jumpin' for jayzus. anyway...look at her invisible bum...she's clenching. har. oh...and i'm taking a brave step sharing these photos...because the first couple are solely of me...and they're [not surprisingly] awful. it was the day after i had had my hair dyed orangyred [not to be confused with the time i had my hair dyed red with orange streaks...that was the end of march...]. and we were taking pictures of it to email my dad to show him my hair. however, the camera is so grainy and gross and the lighting in the newspaper room is/was terrible. and the pictures were bad, besides. and then we started doing hairflipping pictures, amanda cherakee and i. and sometimes jake. these pictures look better when they're reduced. but i digress...
i came here because i have a dilemna. i was paid friday...so i have $61.10 to spend during the next 2 weeks. there are a number of things i could buy. my conscience will probably win. but anyone in bridgewater:...i have 3 coupons...if you want the use of one, let me know. i have to be the one who actually goes in and buys it, but whatever... frju2001&03:16 p.m. / damon, you naughty little thing... erm. sarah where art thou? there's gonna be a new hawksley video on the wedge tonight!!! why must you be in the middle of nowhere? someone remind me of the stereophonics spotlight on the 28th, mmkay? i have a feeling i'll forget. ok. really leaving this time. gonna go call alex. and then bake something. frju2001&02:59 p.m. / i like my job, but not THAT much and in unrelated news, i put my hand down an old lady's pants today at work. it was disconcertingly warm down there. york.
thju1901&10:23 p.m. / there's holes in all the bottles er...now i need something to post about. er...
-today is andrew ross' birthday. i suppose i'll send the booger an e-card...despite the fact that we haven't spoken in erm, years and when last i saw him his family didn't recognize me [i stood on the ross porch last october smiling broadly as his mother asked accusingly "who the hell are you?" good times. makes me feel like rushing back to toronto...] tuju1701&01:57 p.m. / you're always going too soon, i'm always left on my own 1)couldn't download it properly. wait scratch that, i can download it now...only i can't get it to OPEN! 2) he did not include his postal code. i'm not sure if there is a general postal code for hali or not. arg. oh wait secret obstacle #3: i don't have legal sized paper! eep! improvisation, i suppose, is the solution...if ie ver get the damn thing to print... so i want to tell you all about this book alex has made me read. however, it begs a thorough dissection. and really, i need to shake a leg and put the finishing touches on robin's parcel! and hurry to the post office while i have l'argent. hear that woman? your parcel will soon be winging it's merry way towards you in nu joisey. also, since i have money [i babysat saturday. from 8:30-2:30. i didn't mind cos i had a book, and the kid barely said a WORD to me all night. he was soooo good. and i got $30! for only one (extremely well behaved) kid] i am going to shoppers drugmart and buying 5 roles of 400 level advantix film for the mighty fucking impressive price of $18. considering it's almost $9 for one role of 400 level advantix film...! i'm shitting myself people! it's been 6 weeks since i took a single, solitary photo. i also have 2 roles of black and white [and one of them is a 36 exposure roll of 'infrared' film. no clue what it is or what it does but i'm mighty curious...], however, i'll have to use those in the family camera...except the family camera is in mid-crisis. mom was supposed to take it and get it sorted out on FRIDAY and i keep reminding her and she gets snippity. well, HELLO? time is running OUT the summer is 1/4 OVER! if i'm applying for an art school, i need a portfolio. the computer is boring and i'm not on much. that's a good thing. hopefully when i move out at the end of next summer i won't take the computer with me. or maybe i just won't take my addiction with me. i like all you internet people a lot. i jsut don't like my l'il internet, er, problem. so no offence. should a pusher take it personally when a junkie quits? no. and neither should any of you. it probably doesn't look it, but i don't muchly like the computer. but can i really help it? no. i'm a sick sick wee leenie. blah, at any rate! i'm trying to piece together a new layout. yeah. since i hate this one. frju1301&04:57 p.m. / make hay, not war 5)gazebo is now spelled and pronounced GAYZAYBOW. yes. jsut ask cherakee. but make sure she's wearing pants... and to clarify: my boobs smell like lemons becuase there are lemons in my bra. slightly uncomfortable, powerful odour, yet i can't quite bring myself to remove them. these lemons have gotten me molested by my very own friends, and also plenty of unwanted attention and painful tweaking ["whoops! that wasn't the lemon was it colleen? sorry..."]...but...i just...CAN'T! wow, and becuase i have nothing BETTER to do [a lie. there are plenty of things i could be doing.] i decided to list out all my empeethreez. i found myself experiencing a powerful maternal pride towards my little darlings this afternoon. and like every annoying soccer mom, i felt i needed to show them off. the link will be readily available at right. ok. no. let me clarify further. there are not whole lemons in my bra. my friends, i do not stuff my bra. mother nature made that really unneccessary for me. i have lemon ends in my bra. one in each cup, to make it look like i have 2 whalloping nipples. ok? are we clear? and no you can't touch them, only i can. i made the mistake last night of closing my eyes to try and sleep with 3 horny and malicious people that i call friends gathered round. my arm was lodged under jake's bed while a horde of pinchy, proddy fingers came at me. amanda held my arms down. sniff. it was all tres traumatic. and they kept missing the lemons! i was like "hey that was actually my boob!". THEN amanda accidentally [or...was it? paging dr freud?] nailed cherakee in the boob and amanda apologised and apologised and apologised. however, was colleen ever issued an apology? no. hmph. ok my brother is skulking around. says he's bored. he has this new watch he got for his birthday and he's SO obsessed with it. he compulsively checks it and hasn't taken it off once. we're all making fun of him of course. the big joke around the hosue these days is "HEY JAMES! WHAT TIME IS IT?" we're lame. we know. james says: hello pepeleplrplepl.
hey james, what time is it? 5:07 that kid is a keyboard NAZI! just ripped it out of my hands there! frju1301&03:15 p.m. / they drove the freak truck into a ditch 2)my boobs smell like lemons. and it's gonna knock me out... 3)i am a newly licensed class 7 driver. that is, i have my learner's permit. 4)joe mcintyre [ie. ex of nkotb/my former husband....] is calling his new album 'meet joe mac.' j.lo, what hath thou wrought? moju901&04:03 p.m. / lovesick, and it's only afternoon BEST TASTE! so i dragged me ragged arse out of bed this morning in time for 9 AM, when alex and her mum came for me. it was a miracle, i tell you. considering that i went to bed at 2 AM [at 11 PM last night i decided to shave my legs...i can't remember why...and so i got out a razor and away i went. i was really speedy and i tore my legs to pieces. i'm hell with a razor. and then....i rocked out to robin's mixtape and hacked some sweaters up. you know, important stuff.] so we set out to jolly...er...halifax/dartmouth/bedford area. we went to bedford first and stopped off @ PETE'S FROOTIQUE! YES! and brothers and sisters, i am happy to inform you that i sit here with 4 whole bags of crisps. and 1 bag of 'ready salted chipsticks- crunchy potato and corn snacks!' [maybe not 4. maybe 3.5...] unfortunatly, the only Walkers brand crisps they had were liver and onion flavoured, NO WORCHESTER! AHH! so these are 'golden wonder' brand. just as good, i suppose. all they had were roast chicken flavour...and they taste WAY more authentic than north american roast chicken chips. i think they're vegetarian friendly too. ingredients: potatoes, vegetable oil, roast chicken flavour [flavourings, flavour enhancer E621]. they're also free from artificial colourings and preservatives. hey! they sound healthy! fuck healthy, they taste FANTASTIC! erm. yes. i beleive i've found heaven in the Toodledeedoo section of pete's frootique. alex and i tittered over the names of various cutesy british snack food. i heart the british and their snackfood. so, then off to micmac mall in dartmouth. my first time there in 2 years i realised. we went to a bunch of places. holy mcshit was hmv ever having a huge sale! get this children! i bought trainspotting on VHS [ha ha, alex...] for $9.99! and alex got the princess bride for $9.99. also on vhs. and they had both of the stereophonics albums that i want for $14.99! why do i have to be so broke! i saw the nicest pair of shoes ever today. and they were doubly on sale. and i still can't afford them. fuck. i bought this little itsy bitsy crown for my head that i am so enamoured with. alex says i look like jughead. but i don't care. i also got another little flower hair elastic for $0.99. cos amanda stole one of mine and i'm not sure when i'm getting it back! like the litle Northern Freaks that we are, alex and i checked out micmac's northern stores [micmac has all 4: reflections, elements, traditions and getaway.] we decided that we like traditions much more than reflections. we are traitors, yes we are. alex bought a bunch of really nice stuff @ traditions. we met her mum in the food court and alex and i split some NY fries cos neither of us were very hungry. oh children, new taste sensation! you can get dipping sauces for $0.65! i got ranch and it was spectacular! i think i'm going to try eating regular fries w/ ranch salad dressing for now on. it was so yummy. ok i just offered my mum one crisp and now she wants the whole bag. back off! get your own crisps! they're so delicious.... we went to aldo and i got a fabulous pair of sunglasses. i love when you get to the register and it's cheaper than you thought. i thought they were on sale for like $10, and it all came to $8 something. hoo ha! they rock muchly. my mother likes them. then there was this whole thing with alex and plaid pants. i was making fun of her and mentioned something about pinstriped pants. so somehow, i ended up in a plaid/pinstripe panted pact! we went into le chateau, where there were these sweatband braclets that i wanted so very badly. they were red, and had a star emboidered on them and...were $10. i still want them. and i'll spare everyone the Rape of Punk By Le Chateau rant..because alex has heard it about 10 times. i bet she's sick of me seething over 'Stupid Safety Pins' and 'Faker Fucking Buttons'. really i will...but just let me say this: amanda once said to me "punks don't wear shirts that say 'punk'". similarly, PUNKS DON'T SHOP AT LE CHATEAU! there. i said it. andeverytimeiseealechateau"punk"buttonorsafetypinsiwanttovomit. the end. by colleen hennan. and then...we wandered around and started to feel sicker and sicker. alex had had a headache since we got there but we both deteriorated, particularly poor little alex. so we got in the car and decided not to go see moulin rouge. we came home. we'll see it another time. now i'm debating what to do with the rest of my day. i have a whole list of things to do. but i'm trying to space them out, assign each day a task, hopefully that will get me out of the house.i don't want to waste an errand on a day where i've already gotten out of the hosue and gotten some moderate exercise. perhaps a short walk in the graveyard will do for the day. and perhaps i should read some more of the drivers book? yeah. tomorrow amanda and i will journey to the dmv so that she may purchase a drivers book of her very own. she's one excited filly, let me tell you. and also we're doing the dollar store in the hick plaza! horrah! fun times tomorrow. fun times today. might this be a fun week? dare it?
keep britain tidy, frju601&12:41 a.m. / flush! flush! thju501&05:46 p.m. / weju401&03:20 p.m. / no, i won't be weeping long
oi. so my sister started her new job yesterday. she works as a tour guide/gift shop worker at a heritage house in lunenburg [like, 20 minutes outside bridgewater]. she can't drive in, cos she can't have the van all the time. we need the van. so mom picks her up for 5:30. she works everyday, because she's the only one who gets paid there...the rest are volunteers. my mom jsut realised how fucked up our summer schedule will be this year. regarde: so, i made supper last night fed various siblings at different times. i amde supper for mom but she didn't get home until 10:30. and ate then. tomorrow, is one of the days where every single activity collides around 5 PM. andrew has swim team AND soccer, kathryn has work as usual, and james has his first baseball game. i'm off work at 3 and i think i'm in charge of getting andrew to the pool. the soccer field is in hebbville and we can't walk there. on top of it all, it's james' birthday on FRIDAY and mom gets paid tomorrow so tomorrow she goes out and buys enough food for 12 chiildren, and decorations and loot bags amd etc etc etc...colleen hopes to take her beginner's test tomorrow. alex and i are suppsoed to do something tomorrow evening. but somehow we have to get my brothers to their various bits and pieces. which is hard w/o a licence or a car. and i've jsut heard that jake is supposedly having his long-awaited, much-delayed birthday tomorrow. which is out of the question for me. and friday is james' 7th birthday. i have to A) find the little booger a gift because i'll finally have money on friday. B)help mom with his party. not looking forward to the brats and rugrats. i really hope they don't make me put on the sheriff hat this year and ride the train thing. C) get to work for 6 PM. after somehow picking kathryn up @ 5:30 and booting it back into bridgewater. fuck. i don't know how this is all gonna work. why is everything so damn crazy around here all the time? i took the personality disorder test. bah ha. i don't take these things very seriously, but i was quite glad when my results showed a LOW rating for both narcissistic AND histrionic. because they're the mean diseases. the real bastard-y ones. bah ha...my results were generally retarded tho. i was rated HIGH for obsessive compulsive,paranoid, schizoid, and schizotypal. erm...happy yank day too. i guess. whatever. remind me not to turn on the tv tonight. moju201&01:34 p.m. / children of the monkeybasket! moju201&01:13 p.m. / words are very unnecessary mum's back. i am realising just now that i did not miss her cigarettes. fuckaduck. i had something else to say. frig. i don't remember. ok that's a lie. i do remember. but i just don't feel like it anymore, so there. suju101&06:54 p.m. / the true north strong and free! "at it's best moments, canada is a market filled with caravan tents and jumbled stalls: chaotic, messy, alive. at it's worst, canada is a food court. a climate controlled, hermetically sealed, shopping-mall food court: clean and commodified, with the cultures of the world reduced to fast food. happy birthday canada. it was 9 years ago [1992, canada's 125th] that i wrote my first song ever. and it was about you. it was really, really bad. the chorus was something like this:"happy birthday, sweet one hundred and twenty five. woah baby! you're an o--o-o-old geeeezer!". and there were something like 8-12 verses. basically one for every famous canadian i knew of. all in really, really bad almost-rhyme. and i made up a canadian trivia game to play that evening when our family went over to the rosses house [who, ironically, are scottish...] and if you got a question right, you got a maple sugar candy. and i lost one of my canada maple leaf playing cards through the cracks in the rosses deck. yep. good times, good times. oh, and about the song? bear in mind that i was 8. i'm having trouble celebrating canada day this year. and it's all will ferguson's fault. 'why i hate canadians' is still in my head. and i don't know if i wanna go downtown to watch, and certainly not participate in the back patting and smugness. we canadians are a smug breed who hide behind our aww shucks and our toques and stereotypes. everyone read why i hate canadians by will ferguson, regardless. it's not blasphemous, becuase the basic gist of the book is 'i hate canadians. i love canada.' it's not anti-canada. just the people... don't get me wrong: i fucking love my country. but doesn't everybody? saju3001&03:40 p.m. / a little bit heiress, a little bit irish so me dad's here. for zee long weekend. and he bought me poses while i was at work. happy honours me! and also...last night i plopped me bum down in me room after lugging the vcr upstairs so that i could start making me cool mix VHS tapes. however...the rotund dude from the radioshack was so very wrong: i DID need to buy some cords. some audio/video cords. arg. so dad jsut went to radioshack after buying me my cd...and ummm...daddy? i'm looking at the package and they are audio/video cords for stereos. er? dad's crazy, him. good crazy. just like the rest of the family. at the moment 'crazy dad' is in the backyard 'planting the goldfish' with me little brothers. that's how he puts it. in reality, he's putting the goldfish he jsut bought andrew and james in our pond. heh. so ok...the bridgewaterian canada day celebrations are not on monday. cos one of the ladies at work is going to be helping with zee "celebrations" tomorrow. i don't see what everyone gets so goddamned excited about. i've never witnessed an entire bridgewater canada day thing. last year i ended up down on king street 3 seperate times cos a different brother wanted to go down for different reasons...blahblahblah. but i mean...c'mon...i've spent 2 canada days in ottawa. don't tell me i'm going to be impressed with the half assed second rate fireworks and hot dogs that stinky 'ol bwater offers. nice boobs, red and orange hair, 3/4 business shirts...yep checkcheckcheck. and...nice? er...hesitation...check? thank you sarah...i'm not usually described that way. merci i was disappointed in the new gorillaz video. alas, i did not tape it. suck on that you phillistines. frju2901&05:03 p.m. / call me a bitch or call me a goddess but don't call me a bimbo got me report card. my average is 86.1. i don't feel like going and getting it to type out my marks. ok, i got my portfolio back from my insane art teacher. and the saga continues. it's a been an admittedly weak art year for me, and when i did my 'year end reflection' i said that i wasn't pretty unenthused about most of the stuff i'd produced. i wasn't overly hard on myself...i just wanted to let her know that i knew she wasn't impressed with my work this year because neither was i. beleive me...i know what self-flagellation is and my reflection was not overly critical. however, she was reallt, i dunno, concerned i guess and cornered me when i came to neaten up my portfolio after the math exam. she lectured me and went on and on about how i was one of her favorites because i always have 'the idea'...even tho i feel like i didn' always have 'the ideas' this year. but ANYWAY, after she took the time to flaggelate ME for supposedly flagellating mySELF i look in my portfolio and see some shitty, SHITTY marks. jsut awful. i got a 2.5 on my driftwood piece, which is the only piece from this term that i'm somewhat proud of...2.5 translates to a 50%. almsot a fail. and i thought it was a success. i'm so glad i'm out of art, and that fucked up woman. my mom hates her. this woman repeatedly tells me that it's process not product and that i have value as an artist...and then shits on everything i do. after telling me not to shit on everything i do. whatever. whatEVER. i wash my hands of it, man. i'm out. umm..alex is gone to new brunswick for the next few days. au revoir alex. have fun. have a good canada day...ON canada day. i think my town is holding it's canada day celebrations on july 2nd. for some stupid reason. and jake is going into halifax to celebrate. so i will call cherakee and amanda and see what they're doing. Thursday, June 28, 2001&11:51 a.m. / i'd eat if it was worth it happy mcbirthday laura! my sister had a crisis @ 20. how gross is that? it pissed my 45 year old mother off, that's for damn sure...so yeah...don't have a crisis. please i need some fucking crisps so badly. the empty bag stares at me in my bedroom. i'm getting desperate. i need walker's worcestor flavoured crisps. i can taste them. that's the only thing i feel like eating. otherwise, nourishment can go fuck itself because i don't feel like it...ok?
d from the w down, weju2701&10:23 p.m. / the sun is shining, we should be making hay soo...been to dee honours ceremony. just as hot and boring as i recall. and i wore a dress. trauma! trauma! you see, ladies and gentlemen, this is traumatic because colleen is an ugly person. and aren't ugly people suppose to stick to burlap sacks and burlap sacks only? blah. yuckyuckyuck. oh and alex left right after she got her honours certificate [rudeness! rudeness!] and then like 20 minutes later they announced she had won an award. good going, fuckface. you're 'most improved player-sr. girl's softball'. hahaha. miss stockdale did not look impressed. however miss stockdale thought that my dress was too 'melo-dramatic'. and it's a umm...black sundress with green flowers. it's pretty plain, folks. it's as close to a burlap sack as i could get. so new layout, but not really. this is neither 'new' nor a 'layout' you see...i've done the exact_same_thing! only with different colours and pictures. colleen has stopped striving for 'different' or 'original' or even 'good' really. colleen has gotten comfortable. ahhh sweet complacency. sweet, sweet complacency. i'll change the icons to blue in minute. WOAH! WTF? something---logic tells me an insect- just ZOOMED past my face. oi. holy heartattack! anyway, what was i saying? oh yes. i probably should not have volunteered to re-jig the refugee camp layout, cos it looks like i'll jsut 'snogged-ize' it. stoopid me. stoopid, stoopid me. i should depart shortly. i have to be at the school @ 9 am demain to decorate. i'm going to go work on dear robin's mix tape. ok james is slowly going insane in his bed. i can hear him. oh madness...sweet, sweet madness.
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