tuja2301 07:15 p.m.
anyone who can find me a place to buy the friggin' best of blur VIDEO (not dvd...) gets a kewpie doll. it's at amazon and cdnow. i would prefer canadian. cdplus only has dvd. i want it for my birthday, see. also...anyone who finds a place for me to order back issues of Q magazine will be greatly rewarded.

i just visted supergrass' online store, which i do from time to time. they now have complete guitar tabs for each album. someone buy me a guitar and those books and i'm good to go. lol...supergrass has the best merch. they sell supergrass ironingboard slipcovers and cutting boards. adn there's a supergrass lunchbox over there that would make an EXCELLENT new purse for colleen. seeing as the supergrass shoulder bag from ebay is currently $18.01. scratch that off my list. amanda sends me thom yorke quotes from time to time. and i'm digging up a bunch of good gaz ones. i will share.

"It's 'humping', yeah," says the amiable Coombes

"I always thought pumping on your stereo was a bit like, can you hear us rocking out your system?!? A cheesy sort of thing."

"On the demo, we had 'humping'. I took it back and played it to a lot of my friends, and they just thought it was ... they were expecting it to be pumping. They said they preferred it because it was trying less to be really cool. And hearing 'f---ing on your stereo' is a bit more obscure,"

"Not exactly a swear word, is it," he chuckles.

"It is supposed to be untitled. We had all these names we were thinking about, but we couldn't agree on one. So we thought we would leave it untitled. It's really lazy, actually. Hopefully it will gain a name..."-on their latest album which is self-titled.

"We started calling it 'The X-Ray Album' early on. But we didn't want to call it 'The X-Ray Album', because it would be really crap. If the Beatles had called it "The White Album," it would have been a bit crap, right?"

"There is no point being nasty about other bands."

"If there's a big American band out there that's well into us, we're up for a big support tour. That's cool... As long as its not Garth Brooks...What a wanker!" -what's that about not being nasty, Gaz? but he's right...garth brooks IS a wanker...

"My parents just didn't believe it, They thought I was going mad. They were saying to each other, `God, I hope Gaz is going to be all right, he thinks he's talking to Steven Spielberg.' " -Gaz on those rumoured steven spielberg meetings.

"It was all just chit-chat, really....it was all blown out of proportion..."- again, the spielberg meetings.

ok and here's one from Danny: "I'd rather be J.J. Cale than in Blur."

/colleen

tuja2301 04:04 p.m.
ok and yahoo auctions SUCK. i couldn't remember my password so i went and made up a new account (god, my THRIRD account.). i had to put in my mom's birthday right, cos anyone under 18 is not allowed into the rgular yahoo clubs and stuff (sheesh...i frequent the supergrass clubs, ok? it's not child porn it's supergrass. ) you get a message asking you to get your mommy or daddy to come to the screen (memories of the PBS fund raising drives. always interrupting my sesame street begging for money and tempting me with gifts. stuffed big birds and such...the devil...the devil.) for verification. or else you have to join the 'yahooligan' clubs. yeah fucking right i'm doing that. ANYWAY, if you want to bid on something, you have to give a valid credit card number, before you can even BID. what the ma fuck? i'm sure my mom would have no problem with it if i explained it to her. but i'm just not submitting my mom's credit number on principle! why the HELL do they need a credit card number? that's just fucked up. and i refuse to participate. if i had the sellers email address then i could contact him after this certain auction is over in 3 days (believe me...no one is buying this thing. no one has bid yet. NONE of the supergrass items have sold on yahoo auctions.) and buy it off of him thru email, which i'm fine with doing. but yahoo auctions don't GIVE their sellers email address out. fuckers. pout.

am i crazy or has blur released a video compilation. i'm pretty sure they have. and i WANT it. i'm off to amazon now to search....

woo....an ebay package arrived today! eeeeee! too bad it's not for me....

moja2201 07:18 p.m.
oh...mcfuck. just as my ebay addiction started to simmer, i discover yahoo auctions. i want: this this this & this. i'll probably get the supergrass tourbag thingamabob. it's only $1.99.

i changed the graphic. i was torn cos i made 2 graphics this afternoon. i fixed my archive link at right. and then took a horrifying trip down memory lane to this past summer. bad layouts, bad grammer, bad type-os. generally bad stuff.

and i am now entering my 4th hour on the net today. i have nothing accomplished. no ap or chem studying. i phoned cher and laughed in her ear. i called to see if she had a specific old ym (cher is the queen of old ym mags). she does not. but i believe my sister had at one point this specific old ym (august 1995. w/ nikki taylor on the cover. and supergrass inside...or so i discovered today.). and then my mom and i went to pharmasave. i wanted something to read and the library is closed. no books or mags at pharmasave. i settled for an instyle from iga. and a king size kitkat. holy fuck and i ate it all! i am so ashamed. i don't usually eat like i have today. damn snowdays. this is where the boredom comes in and it's just crushing. boredom leads to trouble.

in happy news, i have just won my other supergrass book. yes, yes, orgasms all around. i figured out that i managed to buy both supergrass books from ebay for about the same price as one of them from chapters.ca. i am so thrifty. and nifty.

oh fuck, and if i could just remember my yahoo! password.

moja2201 11:49 a.m.
snowday!snowday!snowday! also known as 'a second chance to study harder for my chem test'day. tra la la.

last night i was called out to do some emergency babysitting...yes, that's right emergency. when you need the big guns....you deploy colleen, babysitter extrodinaire. the people across the road. and funny, i tried to GET across the road but it was very, very, HARD. snow to my knees. so anyway, both mr and mrs snow (the family across the road. yes, their last name is the very unfortunate snow.) both work shift work. mrs. snow is a nurse. mr. snow couldn't get home cos of the storm. the guy who was coming on to relieve him couldn't get there. and mrs. snow couldn't just not go to work...cos everyone else on her shift at the hospital couln't make it there either. she was needed. i had a chem test to study for. but i couldn't exactly say no, could i? she's a nurse for christ's sake. she had to walk to the hospital. i say, hell, if the woman is willing to walk to her job in a snowstorm, with snow to the knees, god bless her, i'll go look after her children. mr. snow came home @ 9:45. he looked around and said "where are the kids?" and i was like "ummm....in bed." and he was like "so early? what...were they tired or something?" i just looked at him and lied "yes. they were really tired." in actuality, colleen hates these children and hell, if mrs. snow leaves without giving me a bedtime, then i put them to bed whenever i want. which is as soon as possible. the youngest went to bed shortly after 8 and the older 2 boys(7&8) went @ 9. 9 pm? on a school night? i thought that was pretty late myself, but their movie wasn't over. that's why colleen doesn't like babysitting. all the people who want colleen to babysit are a) flighty morons who don't leave me any instructions or rules, which leaves me paranoid over whether the kids are allowed to eat certain things or do certain things... and b) have terrible, monsterous children, that annoy and repulse colleen. colleen ahs a job, so colleen is always conveniently "busy" w/ work or school when someone calls up. oh well, i got $15...which i think i'll use to buy that supergrass book on ebay. the auction ends today. i better damn well get the book.

i forgot. i got my report card last wednesday. it's semi-joyous, cos i got a 60 in chem (which i so did not deserve...that's just my chem teacher being nice...) and in order to get honours at the end of the year, you must not have any mark lower than 60. i was afraid i wasn't gonna get the 60 and my chances for honours would be shot already. but i got the 60. so there's still a possibility i might make honours. here are ze marks:
Drama-94 (up 1)
English-87 (down 5. english teacher is cocksucker.)
History-85 (down 2)
Law-88 (up 18)
Art-82 (up 2)
Math-62 (down 22)
Chem-60 (up 2)

that's a good report card, my friends. ok so math fell but i blanked on the exam. i KNOW my math this year. 4/7 marks are above 85, which is honours. good for me. my average is 87.2. booyeah. i love the way one of my marks can fall 22 points, and my average can remain the same as it did last report card. EXACT same... 87.2 on my October mid-term. yessum.

i went to alex's friday night. we talked about college and futures and daily notes and watched 'small time crooks'. then i made her watch 'the wedge' one of my favorite shows cos they were repeating the special jonathon glazer episode and i forgot to put a tape in at home. meow...mr. glazer can have my video lovechild any time. anyway, colleen NEVER get's to see blur's 'the universal' which is an awesome video. alex sais she liked it. and i mean, you have to understand...i FORCED her to watch this program. she wanted to go ogle david duchovny on an old repeat of the x-files. but we watched the wedge instead. her comments on the wedge were: "isn't this the show where they show the cheap, freaky videos?" yes, yes they do. and somehow, the cheap freaky videos are always 10 MILLION frickin' times better than muchmusic's expensive, normal videos. i made her watch unkle's 'rabbit in the headlights' which i love. i was hoping it would disturb her. but it didn't. damn. i sort of ruined the ending. she also commented that mr. glazer was not bad looking. i'd have to agree. and he's a genius. i pointed out all the members of radiohead out to her when they played 'street spirit' and she found jonny to be quite amusing looking. like me, she also finds bug eyed colin to be quite cute. but then i probabley ruined it by telling her he masturbates a lot. and then...like a wimp...i fell asleep just past 1. i was the first to fall asleep again! i'm always the last to fall asleep. but lately, i'm the first. what's wrong with me? oh...and then we woke up at noon. and here is the difference between alex's 'leave it to beaver' family and the like, drunken dysfunctional hooligans i call MY family: @ noon alex's mom already had 5 things baking in the oven. her dad had not only completely shoveled their driveway, but also their backdeck. i called mom @ noon and she was like "crap, i was hoping you wouldn't call. i'm just feeding your brothers and then i'll bundle them up and all 3 of us will go outside to shovel the driveway, call back in an hour." lord. alex's driveway is way bigger than mine too. and then when mom finally came to pick me up 1.5 hours later, we stopped @ tim horton's for donuts. there was nothing in the oven when i came home. (we had to settle for the donuts.

blah. i should probably go. mom wants me to finish the driveway for her. and i should probably make good use of this extra time. start my english ap or something. and study some more for chem.
/colleen

saja2001 07:06 p.m.
new layout. updates are as follows: new crushy list, new poll result, minor changes to my gimmies list, my xmas gift list, and my torent list. i moved all the old movie reviews off my to rent list and put them in the movie review section. i combined 2 sections into 1, so there are now 5 sections of my page. i added that small picture of me to my bio. oh, here's another picture of me. i don't think that's all the updates. just the ones i can remember.

new list of EBAY things i will trade a kidney for: 001 002 003. and quite frankly, i want you all to know that if i don't get that video with every supergrass video on it i will die. plain, pure and simple. we don't want me to die, now, do we? so then buy it for me! oh...and how cool is the supergrass shoulder bag? i smell a new purse for colleen!......

thja1801 04:32 p.m.
funny what you find in your mixed up mind when you're dreaming;
i'm back from the hairdressers. they took their pictures, murmured excitedly over me some more and once again, stroked and petted my hair. the hair dresser brushed it and put some stuff in it while the make up lady gave me a "natural look." holy lord. natural? mascara, shimmery lips, and brown eyeliner that like, comes away from my eye.it's very evident. i have tarantula eyes...my eyelashes are clumpy. and then, just as we were about to head ouside to take the pictures, the hairdresser stopped me and starts experimenting with my part. she flipped a bunch of my hair over to the wrong side of my part, a la quasi-80's hair queen. so we step out the back door into the BLINDING sunlight (really, the snow every just made it worse.) and they attempt to "position me." i'm such a socially retarded person, all the attention made me actually very shy. i stood there dumbly woth my hands at my sides. i'm such an escaped mental patient. i don't get out much. and i got uncomfortable with all the women clucking over me and exclaiming "beautiful!" cos i just...guess i don't take compliments well (well, maybe a prostitute can teach you...how to take a compliment). so, really, i'm death to photographs as is and if my normally uncomfortable grimace that serves as a smile isn't bad enough, add to that my super-squint because of the overpowering sunlight. oh god, and you know you're a red neck when....: people are taking your picture behind the mall, and ducks are milling around your feet! fucking ducks. probably looked better than me anyway. so i'd try to not squint AND smile but then my facial muscles would start to twitch and give out and i'd start to laugh...and ruin the picture. at one point there were 2 ladies with cameras clicking away at me from different angles. it was a regular old hillybilly photoshoot behind the Bridgewater Mall! (what a posh location)

ok. i'm still heartbroken over the lost supergrass magazine from ebay. now i'm investigating the q website...trying to determine the cost of ordering back issues. yes. oh well, if there's any consolation to be had...it's that the person who won the supergrass magazine was made to pay 6 freakin' bucks + s&h for the damn thing cos of amanda's bidding. ok...and i cannot find the info i want! if anyone has info on how to order back issues of Q magazine and how much they are please email me.

my little brother james' new nickname is Kid A. cos he's such a freak. i'm told he looks like the kid from the shining. and also, he gave me kid a for xmas. i feel it's unexplainably fitting.

as i was leaving the mall, i stopped in zellers, which is in the midst of being renovated (oh lord...it's fucking giant now! so sad. another 'you know you're redneck when' moment. you know you're a redneck when your zellers is the size of the fucking palace of versailles!) and things wer on sale so i picked up the 2 cheap tacky-tastic bracelets i wanted (@ 30% off. go me. ) they're black cuff type bracelets made of some material that the tag describes as "satin" and then each one spells out in studs R O C K. it's craptacular. i forgot to pick blank tapes and hair elastics tho. shite. i'm quite frantic without both.

for some reason i've been doing these mammoth marathon listening sessions and coming to school the next day and recounting it back to amanda. yesterday, i listened to jamie's mixtape a couple of times, travis 'the man who', belle and sebastian 'the boy with the arab strap' and then put supergrass' 'i should coco' on repeat. and THEN i listened to a song of blur's 'parklife' on repeat for 20 minutes, and then gave 'the great escape' a quick spin on my discman. and then parts of amanda's mixtape in bed. then, the night before it was jamie's mixtape, and hole's 'live through this, both repeatedly, and then thrush hermit's 'clayton park' once. so far, it's just been 'i should coco.' oh and FYI- i don't like 'the man who', aside from 'as you are' and 'blue flashing lights'. i borrowed it from missie.

just received email from one of my ebay sellers. payment received, and package is on it's way! next week should be another good mail week. 2 ebay sellers have confirmed payment. score.

does anyone remember my adventures with a digital camera from a few days ago? amanda sent me the pictures and i have spent, literally hours fucking around with them in my photoeditor. i should post them. yes i should. maybe this weekend. but in the meantime, you may "enjoy" this strange photo of me. in my typical 'get-that-fucking-camera-away-from-me-or-die' pose. justanotheruglyinternetgirl. (oh, p.s: i'm not orange, well not usually. i was just fucking about with it in my editor. and don't ask me what i'm doing with my tongue here...)

sofa(of my lethargy) by supergrass is song of the week. yes. download it now.

hey, (insert_your_name_here).... i am whispering your name. and i am small.
/leen.

weja1701 11:46 p.m.
oh...death. ebay why do you hurt me so?

the Q magazine w/Supergrass on the cover from 1995 is someone else's.

ebay, like love, is sweet when it's good, and horrible when it's cruel.

this is seriously affecting me more than it should. i'm going to bed. but not before i put all the sharp implements safely in another room.

le sob.

moja1501 06:02 p.m.
ok...i don't need 'em since i don't have keys, but supergrass keychains are totally the shit 01 02

jamie's mixtapes are also the shit. all art class i was all "you take your car to work! i'll take my board! and when you're out of fuel, i'm still afloat!" and then attempting to do the weezer-esque harmony bit with the "all along the undertow..." all on my onesies. i'm so lame! oh well...better weezer than coldplay, as my tablemates give me hard looks of disgust when i mention the name. i don't understand it...they hate coldplay with an unexplainable passion. give coldplay a chance. the lead singer is such a doofus.

today during my spare, amanda and cherakee and jake and i were playing around with the digital camera in the newspaper room. usually i avoid cameras like the plague, but amanda insisted she photograph my new hair colour. i really had no where to excape to, so i just sat there and avoided looking directly at the camera. then we all started timing the pictures so it would be when our hair was flying in the air. first it was just me with my mountain of hair, then the other 2 got in the pictures. it was funny to watch. the three of us all lined up bent over and counting '1...2...3..." and then WHIPPING our heads and hair straight up. jake would take the pictures. it looked cool cos amanda and cher have dark hair and i have red hair and i was int he middle. some turned out good, others sucked. amanda is gonna upload them and send me some which i will post on my site. lol...they were mighty brave to get in pitures with me when i was flipping my monstrous hair around.

ok...i've just watched 'the making of pumping on your stereo' and the supergrass bbc advert for the 10 millionth time.i just forced my 6 year old brother to watch them and he was seriously underwhelmed. well, except for the part where gaz plays the kazoo. i listened to the 'moving' single (which contains merely 'moving' and then the fist 10 seconds of moving) AND the 'pumping on your stereo' single (which merely contains the album version, and then the radio edit/early fade version of 'pumping on your stereo') on repeat this afternoon. i'm sosososo lame. now i'm off to listen to my supergrass cds! for the first time this year!

moja1501 03:42 p.m.
hurrah! the supergrass enhanced singles have arrived! i sat right down and watched 'the making of pumping on your stereo' on my comp. it lasted like, 3 minutes. gah. did i really spend $19 on this? yes i did. i am such a moron.

oh...bitchery! someone hath biddeth on myeth supergrassiuis magazineicus! dag nabbit! grrr. knives_out.

suja1401 06:01 p.m.
ok. i know i said i would stay off ebay for awhile...but i was just talking to alex on the phone and she said she was ebay cruising! so i checked ebay out and i found 10 million amazing things! ok...in actuality only 3 cool supergrass items.

my birthday is coming up (hinthint....you know who you are...)
- supergrass on the cover of Q magazine from 1995. has a radiohead tour diary inside which i would be willing to rip out and give to certain radiohead loving girls should they buy it for me. c'mon amanda, it's only $1!

and ahem...i found the OTHER supergrass book i want. for an amazing price, from a canadian seller.i'm not posting the link. hands off bitches. no seriously: if i catch anyone, ANYONE, i don't care motherfucker if i like you, bidding on this you're going down with my CLAWS AT YOUR THROAT! i mean it.

oh, shit. it's 6 o clock and all i have done is my stupid figurative visual about Mollie from animal farm. i decided my priorities are my math questions, my law test tomorrow and my history project due friday. hmmm. to work, tonto.

i hate my generation,
/colleen

&postscript: p-l-a-y yeahyeahyeahyeah!

saja1301 06:08 p.m.
(this_is_so_sweet.) why are people nice to me?

so i chickened out. my hair is just 2 inches shorter. and red. actually, it's a different shade of red. usually i think my badass hairdresser (she really is a badass.) does it a shade called 'rocketfire red' with something called a red 'kicker'. you can get a bunch of different colour 'kickers'. you just add an ounce to the mix and it intensifies the colour. so today we used a shade called like, 'wildfire red' i believe...it was somethingfire red...bonfire red? forestfire red? i think it had something to do with trees. and an orange 'kicker'. it's very shiny. and you can see the orange at my part. she always takes me out the backdoor of the saloon to see it in the sun. in the sun it starts to friggin' glow. out of the three times i've done my hair red this is my favorite shade. and as usual (it happens every time...) all the other hairdressers gather round and murmer with excitement and amazement at the sight of my rapunzal length hair. i'm like a hairdresser's walking wet dream. and if they happened to walk by the chair on their way to the back or something, they had to comment. "what a pile of hair there. gonna cut it lori?" and lor is always like "holy cow this is a lot of hair. she won't let me cut it..." but today i let her cut it. i decided no more than 4 inches and she looked and said that she could swing 2 inches to get all the damage off. (i'm damaged bad at best) it looks less scraggly. and when i was finished i was leaning across the counter to call my mother and as i was talking to mom, lori, the receptionist and another hairdresser start fondling and petting my hair! the entire conversation with my mom i was distracted cos there were 3 pairs of hands touching my hair. next week i'm going back cos they want to take a picture of me. they started getting excited and buzz-y and planning "we'll do her make up!"...oh lord. i'm a dress up doll now. i didn't have the heart to tell them i have bad luck with pictures. so i agreed, and they'll call me next week. i don't wear make-up. eek.

after my mom arrived and paid we went shopping for clothes for me. i got a pair of pants, 2 more of my beloved 3/4 length sleeved business style shirts (grey and red), and a red fleece pullover. all on sale! and then we went to payless and got me a pair of shoes to wear. i needed a pait of shoes that were less dressy (and more comfortable) than the 4 inch grey mary janes i wear to work, and my platform bongo running shoes. cos my pants are all dressy-causual pants. running shoes look dumb. mary janes look dumb and hurt. so i got some random black wedge platforms. and some trouser socks and beige fishnets. and the payless guy is severely hot. wow. bridgewater is chock full of ugly people. to see a decent looking person is rare. let alone a hot one. meOW.

it's probably a good thing that travis have retired their webcam. so meg can get her life back. and me...i checked it out last night. i could've gotten addicted to that thing! i don't have time for any more addictions.

and now i hate this layout. grrr. i've spent too much time gazing in wonderment at it. now i hate it. and before i could even get any gbook compliments. fuck. fuckfuckfuck.

ok, update on jen. her parents won't let her send out her address. so she's making me a mixtape, but i can't make her one. god! why are people so nice to me! i've been racking my brain on how to return her kindness. i've linked her. what else can i do? email me someone!

on the upside, i just received payment confirmation from one of my ebay people. ye-ah. so that took about 3 days to reach him. ok. so, let's hope my ebay thing arrives equally as fast! let's hope wednesday/thursday.

love seems to stick in her veins you know,
/colleentheredhairedqueen

frja1201 10:23 p.m.
today has been an eventful day full of stimuli everywhere! tomorrow should be the same.

don't ask about those last sentences. i don't feel like explaining them. but i felt like saying them cos they were important to me. i'm beginning to think the meaning of life is collecting stimuli. like those popcicle sticks with points on them. and then you die and redeem your stimuli popcicle points. and get way cool prizes. not heaven, my friends...but chocolate bars. and other assorted merchandise which varies whilequantitieslast.

woo...i got a tadbit distracted there for about 10 minutes or so by the traviscam. damn meg. now i'm watching it! i don't know if i dig fran healy with blonde hair. cos his freakin' eyebrows are blonde too. oh...and also 'born slippy' came on so i had to flip out and bob my head like a maniac. so that took about 5 minutes or so.

ok. first things first. i got my psycho-jello secret santa gift! it was jamie...by now i figured that out. i got a mix tape and cd and blue leopard fuzzy slapbracelet! and a GAZ card. i propped him up against the comp while i was surfing earlier this afternoon, but a gist of wind has misplaced him, and he has fluttered off the comp stand unto the floor-god knows where, in the rubble surrounding my comp. someone save him! oh, i found him. hehe, jamie put a bubble coming from his mouth that says "marry me colleen!" purr.... merci jamie!

oh, and if anyone stumbles across any pictures of supergrass, or articles or reviews or interviews, or just blurbs really that contains the words 'super' and 'grass' somewhere in the same paragraph please send them to me. see, i collage a lot, and i treasure magazines, i treat magazine clippings as currency. email me and i will give you my snailie. i'm dead serious about this ladies and gentlemen. i want my supergrass.

i have become the Mail Slut! i used to be the Mail Nazi, but now i'm practically humping the front door and the mail slot waiting for packages to fall through. this week alone i have received 2 belle and sebastian cds, a belated xmas gift...and there are still plenty of things slowly winging their way towards me in that slightly prehistoric, quite archaic service known as the postal system. let me count them again to you people: 4 ebay goodies (2 are supergrass!), a pair of pyjamas, a mixtape from sarah, a mixtape from jen, a mixtape from meg AND a supergrass import single! no, frankly i do not understand the sudden influx of niceness and courtesy either. why is everyone being so nice to me? why?

speaking of jen...she emailed me and asked if i wanted to exchange mixtapes (which frankly, was a stupid question. the answer is always yes.). i checked out her page to see what cds she had and what music she liked and she has me linked in 2 places and said in her blog i was cool. what the fa-? i always become so disoriented when other people recognize and acknowledge how cool i am. frankly i agree, but i am basically the only one who ever does. i'm a legend in my own mind. then i start to doubt "no...she's being sarcastic...or maybe she's making fun of me. oh god! she's obsessed with me! eek...how many stalkers do i need?" ok. not really. but...people find me easy to stalk. yes they do. and i'm such a loser...i love my stalkers. i'm just always so happy to have friends! i enjoy being stalked...i'm a stalking slut! if anyone of my stalkers were to confess to me (and strangely, they always confess to me! all my stalkers have awful guilty consciences...what's WITH that?) that they peep at me while i'm in my underwear i'd probably just grin and say "don't i have nice tits?"

so tomorrow i have a hair appointment. this is major. because i am actually seriously considering cutting my hair. a substantial amount, too. it would be my first real haircut since 1998! in almost 30 months. see, my hair is approaching my ass in length. i swore i'd never cut it again in my life after a particularly nasty haircut in 1998. i don't look nice with short hair as i have like...no neck. so, i have this little rapunzal complex, and now my hair is massive. it's heavy on my head and a bitch to brush (so i only do it once a month. it takes too long, hurts too much, and i lose a shitload of hair. if i brushed it on a regular basis i'd be bald.) at the moment there is a gigantic knot in it, that i hope the hair dresser can get out. if not, it will have to be cut out. which would give me less then shoudler length hair...and my limit is to my shoulders! no shorter. as i said, i have no neck and a round face. i am the split end queen. i shed hair all over the place, it's actually quite embarrassing. see...i guess i feel like i've accomplished a goal having it so long. it's nearly to my ass. i feel like i can cut my hair a bit, and if need be if i freak out and stuff, growing it back again. ideally, i would cut my hair to my shoulders (if i had a friggin' neck!), like...really blunt choppy cut. like shirley manson. i don't know how to describe what i want...i'm racking my brain to find a celebrity who sort of has what i want....hmmm...i guess like jennifer aniston's new hair, but blunter, choppier, and way more bad ass rock and roll. and ideally i'd dye it back to it's badass red shade of 4 months ago (my hair has faded to a muted auburn. which looks nice. but is just a bit too normal for my tastes.), and then scatter a bunch of thin black streaks throughout. but that might not turn out. and i was worried about getting fired from my job (our handbook says no weird hairstyles.) but alex was talking to our manager yesterday and telling her i was worried about getting fired for any potential future hairstyles. but our manager is such a doll, she said she could never fire anyone for having a hairstyle...unless it was green or something. so, i might settle of doing it red with black tips instead of streaks. alex told her about the red with black tips idea, and our boss said cool. but...if i did the bottom 1/2 inch or so black....wouldn't that look lame on extremely long hair? if i had a decent neck and face, and i had the rock and roll hacked bob of my dreams, it would look cool to have it red or black tips. tips only look good with short hair. not hair longer then shoulder length. which i really don't know about. AAAHHH....I DON'T KNOW! quick, someone email me with what i should do. my hair appointment is at 3 tomorrow. that gives everyone a little over 12 hours to decede the fate of my precious locks. at any rate, we know i'm getting re-dyed candy apple red. but as for a cut/new style/streaks/tips...that's all up in the air. i'll see what the hairdresser says too. maybe she can't do tips.

i worked tonight. my only shift this week. 3 hours. LOL, i was passing something to a customer this evening and caught sight of my left hand which read in gigantic letters 'KHUNT', which i quickly pulled my sleeve over. bah. if any of you ever happen to meet an amanda rhodenizer in your lifetime, do not leave your hands idle or within her reach if she's holding a pen. see, she's not content to just draw murals allover HERself, she'll do it to you too. do not stick your fingers in the cage. do not leave your hand resting on her desk in history class. oh! and we solved the problem of my paycheque....i WAS only paid for one week. i'm not crazy. i WAS missing over $100. which unfortunately, i won't see for a couple weeks. which may be a good thing. cos my next couple of paycheques will be puny. and if i had my entire paycheque at once i would have spent it all. i don't work at all next week. which also may be a good thing. cos, blah, i have a shitload of homework to do this weekend. a bunch of tests and projects due this coming week. ideally (god...how many times am i gonna USE this word?) i won't be on much if i can suck it in and settle down and complete my work sensibly instead of stalling and waiting for the last minute. head hurts again. must go do something else.

yes, there's love if you want it,
/colleeniefreakshow

thja1101 05:22 p.m.
ok...so, hanging around the internet doing nothing waiting for my gbook to fill up with praise for my new pitas layout has become exhausting. (gah...since reading Bridget Jones's Diary i think i've started to talk like her. everyone must read that book. i made my mom read it. now amanda is reading it, and as soon as alex is finished the entire library of books she got for xmas, she will be forced to read it as well. oh yes.) ok, after reading seemingly every diary/blog/guestbook of every psycho-jello.com hostee i think i should get off the net.

update for those who care: my new white shirt that was smothered in brownie drool by my younger brother has been salvaged. sometimes my mother works laundry miracles. othertimes, she's downright lazy and uncaring (hello supergrass shirt?). and then i promptly wore it to school and got pen, pencil and just now some spaghetti sauce on it. whoops. is it hot water or cold water that sets stains? cos i can never remember...so i tried both. let's hope mummy can get this out.

new life goal: become world's best cleavage artist. oh yes. (just stick a paintbrush down there, squish the girls together and go! incidentally, this is how i got the pen on my shirt today, trying it out. i looked over @ cherakee and amanda writing with their mouths today in chem, and i guess i just had to 1 up them and write with my breasts. it amused alex. but then again it would, since she stares at my chest a puzzling amout.

new food obsession: zoodles and alphaghetti.

well, i brought my new tv up to my bedroom this past weekend. i plugged it in and everything, bt, even tho there is a cable outlet in my bedroom, it's not a live cable outlet. we need to get some tv person from the cable company to umm...bring it back to life, i geuss, frankenstein style. however i can watch movies and such on my vcr. so on tuesday i popped in a blank tape i had lying around my room and watched an episode of smack the pony (love that show! now i can tape it every week from my bedroom!), some whose line is it anyway that i had taped for drama class, and then blur's kickass performance on conan. last night i popped in my supergrass tape and watched the much music spotlight on them that i had taped. tonight, it's run lola run. i have a bunch of projects due soon that i should start, and i bring home my binders every night, then don't do anything. instead i spend too much time on the internet and watch something on my new tv. see? it's started already...that tv is going to be the death of me...

alex emailed me about my mindblowing new pita layout like a good little girl. however, she also took the time to include a link to her new webpage. don't think i didn't notice that shameless self promotion in between all the bootlicking alex. (ok, so i asked her to send me the link. shut up.)

new short term goal: learn to sew and embroidery and cross stitch. while watching the 'alright' video last night, it suddenly occured to me that there was nothing stopping me from fulfilling my lifetime secret fantasy of having all of my personal belongings emblazoned with my name! ok, nothing except my lack of sewing, embroidery and cross stitch abilities. ok...i don't think i've explained my plans well enough: to start with i want a shirt that says 'COLLEEN' on it. i also want a button up cardigan that says 'COLL' on one side of the buttons, then 'EEN' on the other. i want my name stitched unto all the cuffs of my 3/4 length sleeved business type shirts (of which i have a few), and other visible areas on all other articles of clothing. i'll have to search out a t-shirt maker in the yellow pages for the t-shirts. see, and once i have my beuatiful name clearly across every article of clothing, i will proceed to lend them out to people. make other people wear the shirt that says 'COLLEEN' in big black letters. yes! i approached amanda with the idea today. she took it pretty well. see, i want her to get an 'AMANDA' shirt. i want everyone i know to get a shirt with their name on it. (god, you know you've got bad teenage-alzheimers when you need to label your friends. sheesh.) i've always had a fetish for personalized things. mostly because my name is so uncommon and strange...it comes with the territory, y'know? i never heard my name on 'romper room'...i could never find little novelty pens that said 'colleen' and it was a search to find one of those 'colleen's room' thingies. listen...you don't understand how fucking SERIOUS i am about this! it's literally been all i can think about for nearly the past 24 hours since i thought of it!

going to check gbook ONE more time before i get off...oh! and why doesn't everyone submit a crushy list while thy're at it? i eventually want a crushy list from every hostee and person associated with psycho-jello.
/COLLEEN

weja1001 06:44 p.m.
"hahahaha...i love it how we all write these little one liners, then colleen comes along and writes like..a novel. haha, colleen, you rule :)"-Sarah, in meg's gbook, referring to an entry i had written below. i laughed til i cried over this one. and then for some reason she said "my foot is asleep. wake up, bitch." which set me off AGAIN. blah. meg's new layout is just travis-tastic, and i can't help but feel somewhat responsible, since i sent her a travis single cos i was her secret santa. i picked it cos it had the live version of 'hit me baby one more time' on it, and i thought she might get a kick out of that. i was surprised to see it at our lame ass cd store. we don't carry quality cds in bridgewater. anyway, fran healy is a cutie.ok, that's it...today is officially "effeminate scot" day!

wait a fuckin' second here....am i still on the net? uh oh...goodnight children, download some belle & sebastian, it's for your own good....

weja1001 03:56 p.m.
snogged got a nosejob.

ok, and a little nip and tuck. snogged would like to thank the kind surgeons over @ htmlgoodies.com, and also the music of belle and sebastian. credit must also be given to the selfless saint, nikki etherington for sending colleen said belle and sebastian.

ok, so things are going to be a little different in here now. 1) i will not change the layout in here everytime the layout at /rehab changes. which, hahah, excusemewhileinterruptmyownsentencewithlaughter, never happens that much to begin with. oh shit, where was i going with this? blah. distracted by my own laughter. damn i'm easy. i guess i'll stop at one then.

i am so proud of myself for sitting down and learning a coolass html script. i USED to regularly make efforts to better my page by trying to configure some neat-but-useless html tidbit, back in the early days, but more often then not, i'd spend an hour on it, become frustrated, and give up. well, the ghost drop down menus are one such unfinished html tasks. and yesterday, i sat down, and had it all ready to roll by 5 PM. it took roughly between 1.5-2 hours. less really, since most of that was just me typing in my data, all 10 million of my links. anyway, take a moment to marvel in awe, then email me to tell me how proud of me you are.

blah. i want to guestblog at low-life. sulk. pout.

holy fuck...how much do i love sleep the clock around? simple things? the boy with the arab strap? it could have been a brilliant career? if you're feeling sinister? the stars of track and field? a summer wasting? get me away from here, i'm dying? hooray for effeminate scots.

my mummy likes belle and sebastian too. she said so. and then she put a cigarette out on my face. ok...just kidding. (h_e_l_p_m_e___c_a_n_'_t_t_a_l_k_n_o_w_._m_u_s_n_'_t_m_o_v_e_m_o_u_t_h_!) anyway, i'm getting really pathetic interrogating my mom about the mail everyday. the second i'm in the door i'm shiny lights in her face, hooking her up to polygraphs, and asking about the status of the mail. i'm waiting for 4 things from ebay (2 of which are extremely supergrass-y packages.), *ahem* my psycho-jello secret santa xmas gift, which hasn't arrived....and xmas was over 2 weeks ago, and i think like...some pyjamas are coming for me in the mail. i believe. when i came home yesterday and saw out of the corner of my eye a bubble wrapper package lying by the door i nearly wet myself. my first thought was psycho-jello secret santa gift, cos i didn't expect nikki to be so freakin' quick (it came in 4 days...subtract 2 days for the weekend, and you'll realize just how speedy miss nikki is.). i ran upstairs and put them in. i like the boy with the arab strap better. but if you're feeling sinister is also very, very cool.

yesterday in drama we had to do our skits. ours was, as usual, hastily prepared. colleen has a little way of either coming up with too many fantastic ideas, or not coming up with ANY until the day we're due to present it. i ended up playing mr. penny, my english teacher in one and an extremely obese woman bargain hunting in a filene's bargain basement sale eventually coming to blows with other extremely obese bargain hunters. (sample line:" hey look! whattadeal! this shirt is $2.99, and it's only missing one sleeve and 5 buttons!") since i'm crap at doing impressions, my version of mr. penny was extremely weak and pathetic. i just sat there and tried to assume his quietly psychotic manner. it didn't really work. i can't do his voice. i slid my glasses down to the end of my nose and hoped for the best. the assignment was just do 2 skits which involved stage combat. cher, jake, and amanda's goup did really well. they're something of a legend in our drama class. i helped them come up with the idea for their second skit, and even did a cameo appearance....kneeing jake in the stomach. heh. see they were working on their skits during the spare we share, asking me for input and such...and they couldn't think of a second one. eventually jake and amanda started arguing for real and i was like "it would be funny if you get up there and pretend like you don't HAVE a second skit to perform because of conflict within the group, and then start to argue and eventually come to blows over it. it would be funny if you can convince the class that it's actually real, have them believe up til the moment you start you're stage combat." and then they ran from there. they didn't do it exactly that way, since i'm not sure if anyone believed for a moment it wasn't a skit. somehow i got weasled into being involved. jake made a crack about me and then i jumped up, rushed to the front and joined in the fray. ok, maybe 'rushed' is an exageration. yeah...rushed is definitely an exaggeration. today in drama we were given our first printed material. i was PUT in a group with jake and amanda and travis and dustin. i unwisely and accidentally picked the smallest part. i end up saying "or..." a lot. it's about a fictional place named 'Bent Town' (i kid you not), and we're all miserly people, and eventually we become good people with the aid of a peddlar who, quote "seemed to smile all over" and...kazoos. yeah, go figure. it's a short play. travis and dustin kept going on about how they were lucky to be put in the "good group". somehow, i don't think they were referring to me.

ok...!crisis!disaster!...my supergrass shirt is stained. oh, why? why must i be knocked down after such a triumph (i.e. the conquering of certain html foes) ? it looks permanent, children. if you find mommy on the bathroom floor laying in puddles of what might look like mere grape juice to you younguns...just go and quietly get a neighbor, ok?

it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste,
colleen.