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Friday, October 31, 2003 ( 10:45 PM ) I need the fuel to make the fire bright/so dont fight it any longer/come to me again, in the cold cold night. so true. so true. Robbie was so terribley disrespectful to Mr. B in history today. Maybe he'll read this and I won't have to tell him how dissapointed in him I am in person. him and his stupid paintballs that get messy on noses. Longish ride home with maureen and don mclean. good times. lateri. # Monday, October 27, 2003 ( 6:37 PM ) Nuuugh. I just had some bread. It tasted a little funny. It might have been moldy. Now I'm going to start hallucinating, so i better get painting like H. Bosch. People can be really obvious. and sad. Dick Beardsley talked to us today. He was addicted to pain killers. He's a runner. I did my french homework while he talked. -cdddddddddddddd. # Sunday, October 26, 2003 ( 8:25 PM ) psst. my dad has a cell phone ear piece. he talks on it. it's really strange. it's like having a lunatic in the house. he says stuff, and i think he's talking to me. but he isnt. just the voice in his ear. oh yeah. exposE on roy g biv scheduled to drop nov. 16th. my nose is so unhappy it hurts and hurts and i poke it. big mwas. # ( 7:01 PM ) UPDATE UPDATE My new dishwasher emptying policy: no discrimination... put all the silverware in the same place instead of the way it's "supposed" to be. starting small, going big. oh yea. # ( 12:37 AM ) "Do you know what it's like to hate? when it's way down deep inside? oh, i hate what's been done to my life" I'm really stupid. I keep doing moronic things like forgetting about having a cell phone in my pocket, taking off my pants and throwing them down stairs. stuff like that. i should go to bed but i dont want to because i'll be too cold. i should wear socks. i should use an electric blanket like mark. oh boo hoo. i would like to say that i really hate cell phones except when i called kinzie that was nice. but otherwise i hate it because my parents can call, and then get grumpy when i dont answer. my teeth hurt. and you can't have another ten cents of my time. boo hoo hoo hoo. p.s. i am lame. and i met a yucky person today. and my swim pants are silly. # Saturday, October 25, 2003 ( 4:57 PM ) gnobble gnobble gnobble. i'm a turkey, from albakerque, i wanna be a turkey dinner this year, but i'm skinny, they call me mini, and thanksgiving day is getting near, i'm working out now, huffin' and puffin', i think i'd look better with some of that cranberry stuffin'. actually, i'm not a turkey. but i bet i fooled you for a little bit! and no, i did not make that up myself. there's a pretty tree behind our house, i look at it and shower. LLLLLLaterIA. # ( 12:17 AM ) stop with the Ts, stop with the Ts. I was hyper. I ate sugar. I saved Ben with a safety pin. I need to write a substantial reading journal entry. my parents made me go downstairs to turn off the garage light. how stupid. it wasn't bothering me. but then again, i am the most energy concious person in the grrrrrrrrr i spelled that wrong. oh well. i am very uncool because i am paranoid, and you know what i mean. this is stupid. just like me. CAT? my fingers are cold. no, now i am going to bed. (tomorrow, maybe i will get my costume) # Thursday, October 23, 2003 ( 8:40 PM ) He didn't used to be able to resist me like this... Shit has gotten so confusing. And not just my shit, not just chem. But other people's stuff, it is so fucking twisted that i am flabbergasted and for some reason I can't just ask them... no, that would be too normal, and c-dilly-a can't be normal. CUT OFF YOUR HAIR/STRAIGHTEN YOUR CURLS/WELL YOUR PROBLEMS HIDE IN YOUR CURLS. moi non plus. I love the white stripes and my shampoo and hypnotizing boys and snakes and skeletons and witches and hair and nailpolish and cross dressers and my hat and you and courdoroy and crayons and hands and thick hair and glittery bones! i want to hold your little hand, if i could be so bold. microphone. # Sunday, October 19, 2003 ( 8:47 PM ) Mmm... My hair is really happy right now. Also, my nightgown is not yet in the dryer and there is a Swedish man who's name vaguely resembles "Urine" sitting at our table. oh my oh my. lateri # Saturday, October 18, 2003 ( 6:20 PM ) It is pretty outside. For a while, (four days?) my hair has been very sad. This morning I told Alyssa's mom that it was clinically depressed... and it was. But today I switched shampoos and it, and I, are much happier than we were before. And it smells nicer. Sort of like Juliette's shampoo in France... mmmm. *a long time later* hmmm... i guess i'll post this now. # Friday, October 17, 2003 ( 9:57 PM ) Nughhhh. Today was such a sucky day. Especially the super hard math test that I didn't understand and no one finished. No one. Well, they did, but it took them an extra thirty minutes. Also taking the bus home, and being locked out was pretty sucky... and cold. Oh well, it could've been raining. So instead of being able to go home and nap and cry, and do things of that nature, I read outside on the back porch and wondered if my parents were going to be home before my bladder exploded... oh well. Um. yesterday history was sucky with Miss Yi teaching and Umberto making comments about having "jizzum." Fuck Umberto, he is yucky. Tomorrow I have to swim a 200 which is no fun because I've never done it before. Oh well. When calling my Mommy to see if she would come save me from hypothermia, I apologized to my neighbors on the bus because I find talking on cell phones in public rather rude and unpolished. Oh well. I better get used to it. But who knows why I think this, it is probably because I am crazy and a dresser fell on top of me when I was a little girl. cor. # Thursday, October 16, 2003 ( 6:50 PM ) Mou. Oh me, oh my. Soooo many secrets all from the same person, (definitley not anyone who reads this) all so exciting! *KARATE CHOP* Mmmm bagels. Mmmm. I was so hungry when I got home. Lachiva Machada. In German, I found pictaroos of Herr WWWWWWWWWWWW and had them on my computer and Ben and Lillian saw and laughed and i also snickered. He is *truly* photogenic (wait... sometimes i'm not even sure whether or not I'm being sarcastic...). Since 1980 life has been no fun. cordelia. # Wednesday, October 15, 2003 ( 8:01 PM ) Blood courses from the doors of bad barbers. Oh yeah, good at iambic pentameter, oh yea. Do you know what it's like to feel really bitter? Oh my. Usually this would make me be happy but instead, uhhh... I sort of feel like ripping heads of ugly dolls. Oh well all the pretty people are getting ugly... Um. Here's my lovely english homework: In Tacoma, people are really mean The cause of anger is really bad coiffs They hate roots, extensions and bad dye jobs Some so annoyed, they walk around with knives Blood courses from the doors of bad barbers This is no town in which to raise your kids. lalateriii! # Tuesday, October 14, 2003 ( 8:40 PM ) Ooooh Woah Woah Yea. yea. yea! I want to watch a movie friday nacht. If only it was thursday. wait... nO! Um. since when are votes invalid because people are biased? Tyrant? "it smells to high heaven" Today everyone touched my cheeks, now they're really tired and 99% more likely to get blemished. OOOOH YEAH YEAH. I NAPPED IN GERMAN TODAY. MMMMMMMMMMMMM. MMMMMM. m and m that spells mm. kari got DQed. argos muchos wammos. cordeli. # Sunday, October 12, 2003 ( 12:20 AM ) Bastlen... Went to school of rock... it was good, zach attack was cool. went home with sara made crazy wild videos in german. ate spaghetti and an eisbecker. was mad chill. wondered a bit. we watched one of the interviews and it looked like i had blood coming out of my eyes on onto my cheeks and it was really scary, but it was just a curly straw i had perched on my nose and forgotten about. oooh, i saw kari swim at our swim meet. she's like a wild woman. in fact, she is a wild woman. i wish my room would tidy itself. really, when is it going to grow up? (fairy doesnt wear underwear.eee hee hee) clg. # Friday, October 10, 2003 ( 10:14 PM ) Another day, another stolen car. Here are your blogs, Mary. I just watched SLC punk(s). that is about all. i went to schnucks, introduced my dad to jesse w. (NOT WHITE!) it was a good time. schnucks the fuck store. yea. nevermind. nevermind. nevermind. play practice was good, i tried on a pretty dress, a little tight, but super dooper pretty. I am going to bed now. Hopefully I will dream of pretty dresses and those nice shoes, not strange white domes and being heated up and boyfriends who love me but wont save me. mc punks. yea. nevermind i am so... so... anyways, i must be from england because i am so weird. now i just need a "666" on my ass. My old cat ate tinsel. cordelia. # Wednesday, October 08, 2003 ( 9:03 PM ) Yow. I just read someone's online journal. they sounded really fucking stupid. i want to quote them, but what if they read my blog? i dont want to hurt their feelings. ack. not that they remember me. hell, they probably dont even remember my name. i didnt remember his... or maybe i did but i pretended not to... but they do remember my yellow tank top. OH MY GOD, YES THEY DO. THE ZONE BAR I ATE AT LUNCH HAS TOTALLY KICKED IN. I HAVE BEEN HYPER SINCE I GOT HOME. IT IS SO CRAZY... I ANSWERED THE PHONE AND SAID: "PIZZAHUT, DIE GROSSTEN PIZZAS IM WELD" AND I STUMBLED OVER EVERY SINGLE WORD I SAID AND THEN THE LADY SAID "umm, may i speak to melanie loots?" and I SAID "UM... JA... ZWEI SECONDEN" but it was in german... and correct. HOYA! AND OH MY TODAY I HEARD STUFF AND IT MADE MY INSIDES SORT OF SINK, LIKE I HAD LOST ALL FAITH IN THE PEOPLE, AND INDEED, I HAD. I ALSO TOLD MANDI GRILL THAT MY SHIRT SAID c.u. kuwaitis. and she believed me, but she seemed sort of vulnerable so it was mean of me to lie. oh, "i wish i had died in my cradle" i also saw a shooting star... i think could someone please pop my crazy hyper bubble? "hold me" ah ahhahahahhahahahhaha. "even psychopaths get tired after a long day with a meat cleaver" - my dad. lateri. meinen liebchen. clg. "UNDERWEAR, you fuckhead." <--- a note to meself. # Tuesday, October 07, 2003 ( 8:12 PM ) Oh no... Oh no... Howard Dean is sometimes pro death penalty. *sob* this is causing great confusion in the loyalties part of my brain... darn. # Sunday, October 05, 2003 ( 11:06 AM ) Shout it from the rooftops, your resounding message of "BLA BLA BLA" so... the sidewalk heroes are from new jersey. and here i was, thinking that they were bigger than that. oh well. i still love them and am day dreaming about seeing them with Julia. Yea... that's gonna happen. Last night I watched the movie "Shallow Graves" with Ewan McGregor. It was very strange but the end was very nice. I like Velvet Goldmine better, oh well, you can't have everything. You know, with all the attention payed to people stranded on desert islands, that situation seems fairly common. But I don't think it is, I mean, do deserted islands even exist anymore? whoa whoa whoa... lateri. # Saturday, October 04, 2003 ( 6:59 PM ) hoping one day you will sing a long. Wow. This summer I listened to a wonderful CD. But I think I left it in France. Um. Yeah, it sucks. Today my Dad and I were walking into that's rentertainment and this guy spat so my dad shook his finger at him and scolded him. And the guy had a very bad comeback "well where should I spit?" and my dad told him not to spit, just to swallow. But I think he was chewing tabacco. DEATH STICKS. Then I saw a guy in That's Rentertainment who looked like Carson. Not Daly, you fuckhead. Carson the gay one. (yes, batia!) And I asked the guy with the Canada shirt if they had Kenneth Anger films or William Castle and he couldnt search by directors so I just got shallow graves instead. I hope I can understand it, it's Scottish. Oh well. "Anything for Ewan McGregor." *mwa* # |
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