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Sunday, November 30, 2003 ( 10:03 PM ) you better make your love run from me. tomorrow, i will be a tornado. just you watch! what you're doing tonight. i dont think it's right. dear The Blackouts, the next time i go to your concert, and you dont play tonight we ride, i'm gonna be sad. and i'll go on strike! yea. that'll damage you. Did I tell you that my rentals and I heard this guy on the way to Iowa, "Dr. David Jeremiah" he was saying that Yoga was satanist stuff. what a fucktard. here's an entry that i never posted because blogger (or more likely my computer) was being dumb: I am an opera singer. Today I mentioned that my Mommy did yoga, and Herr W made a funny face. I am ever so tired. And sort of sick. I get spam for penis enlargers, and I get spam for hot flash remedies. Really, I wish those spammers would make up their silly minds. Today I swam into Lillian's elbow and got a nosebleed. and it was all my fault. I am a silly head. "Uninvited/We'll stay if we want/Searching through/Your closets For your grandfathers gun/We were swimming in your kidney,/Kidney shaped pool/Scratching at the bottom/For another clue, yeah" - cake now i'm going to watch Cecil B. Demented. *end inserted entry* byes. # ( 8:15 PM ) from white castle to the nile... Mike D! Oh me, oh my. My dad talks about diploma mills so much. i am getting tired of his constant references to them and his new found friends. of course, i cant complain much because me made my almost favorite food for dinner. if you have seen my coat or my princeton sweatshirt, give them to me and i will love you more than i already do. does your head hurt yet, Max? I get a weird little pleasure from being mentioned in other people's blogs. Not my good friends, but these random accquantances (sp.) that i meet at craZy parties and we exchange blog addies, never to meet again. ACTUALLY, that's never happened. But i can keep my hopes up, right? WRONG! study time. p.s. i enjoy the singing of billy corgan (spspspsp) # Saturday, November 29, 2003 ( 5:54 PM ) yabidabidooooo. hello. i just got back from Iowa. Mmmm. it was tasty, the food, that is. Fortunatley I didn't make the mistake of getting equal amounts of each food and getting full fast. Instead, I took a little of each and a lot of stuffing. mmmmm. stuffing is the bestest. I had good pie also. My cousin Laura works in the test kitchens. She's a good cook. She's very precise. I made cornbread on friday night. I also went driving: in a pick-up truck in a field with my Mom's cousin Leon. He must've been scared. Not rightly so, of course, because I am an excellent driver. We drove in squares. It took a bit to get used to how much the car moved when I turned the steering wheel, and I didn't go over 13 miles per hour. But I improved quickly. If you like me, and you see Sara Sligar, thank her, because she saved my life by telling me about the boil order. I am reading Midnight In The Garden Of Good And Evil, it is quite good. mmm. # Tuesday, November 25, 2003 ( 9:10 PM ) "Someone has been using my tampons!" guarantee. excuse me. today i coughed and coughed and coughed but only when drevdog walked by. poor guy. he must be covered in my germs now. Guess what. when i type "germs" i wanna write "germans" and vica versa. today i liked tom's shirt. when i complained to my dad at the dinner table about something he told me something about how I could rule the UN if I were trilingual. but that isn't really want, is it? but it doesn't matter. i'm a woman my job is to make babies. i told my dad this and then i said "i have to find a mate before age 37" then i made "tick tock" noises. turkeys, say goodnight. '''''' # Sunday, November 23, 2003 ( 6:23 PM ) glass of water. To the crappy weather: you have not succeeded in your mission of making me want to kill myself. sucks for you. today i: woke up tired painted flats ate a tuna taco did more homework than i was supposed to. had a sudden urge to buy shoes which subsided as soon as it came. put away some laundry was bitten by my guinea pig. she left a small red mark. saw james' mom at the library. looked forward to reading Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil listen to some, perhaps crazy, man complain to my favorite librarian about how children were allowed on the adult's computers, but adults weren't allowed on the children's computers. rolled my eyes. "but i pay taxes." dear sir, it's obvious that no one cares. we can not have porn fiends around the kiddies, only in the adult section. oh, also, children are the future, so they get more access to computers. you already had your chance to impact society. you failed. so go cry about it. i also got a new library card. wow. the next one i get will be when i've graduated. last night i went to a party. not as weird as last year. better though. because alison and caitlin were there. and it turns out we all feel the same about the grown ups dancing. and those stupid girls. oh, those stupid girls. then we left and they came with. because when i leave, the party for them stops. yup. and we wasted time doing nothing. actually, we watched snl. and square pegs. johnny slash. yea. when i go to college my goal is to meet a johnny slash. and be just like sara jessica parker's character but older and not fall in love with that guy... the popular one. i hope i'm kidding about all that. time for other things. # Thursday, November 20, 2003 ( 7:05 PM ) I've never seen you on the streets of this town. Today Mr. oh my I can't even remember his name... the latin teacher... Drevlow. Asked me if I wanted to get a room. Which is quite inappropriate considering he is at least fifty. Shame on you old man! Also, it sort of upset me because he assumed I didn't have morals. ME! NOT HAVE MORALS! I hate when people assume that I don't have high Christian morals. I think they do it for several reasons: 1. i look sort of jewish (go figure!) 2. there is no saint cordelia 3. my last name is hyphenated 4. my parents lived together before they were married 5. i swear... a lot. Golly gosh by gum. Sad story: John Mark Lau, the amazingly fast runner, collided with my thumb during flag football. it started bleeding. he might have said sorry. i can't remember, it was too painful. but the pain has subsided (HALELUJAH!), in history it made me want to cry. thanksgiving is LOOMING. . # Tuesday, November 18, 2003 ( 9:23 PM ) gott verdammt, ich moechte mein PERT PLUS. # ( 8:26 PM ) "do you know what it's like to hate, when it's way down deep inside?" Oh, violent femmes, only you can understand how I feel. Oh. I was right, and it sort of sucks to be right. I sort of feel like killing someone right now. Actually, just beating the shit out of them. But I have to push those feelings way down inside, because hurting people is bad. eh hem. i sort of wish i was catholic. so i could 1. confess 2. become a nun. i suppose i could convert, but i'd really want to confess in a big gothic church. and i don't really have the necessary beliefs to convert. now that i'm off of swim team i should probably start paying attention to my eating habits. which is too bad. i'm gonna make her cry. i'm gonna get her high. i'm gonna make her laugh... and she can touch me all over my body. how long ago i paraphrased that to an unsuspecting stranger. not like anyone remembers. and if he does, he'd be to embarassed. how can i explain the voices in vain? # Sunday, November 16, 2003 ( 9:40 PM ) bloody death below. i am so cool. to look through my old posts. but sometimes the crypticness is just too much. i feel so yucky, my tummy is too tired to digest its food. but it's also too tired to throw up, so i'm sort of in limbo which is quite yucky. i just realized that husband was on the floor. husband is a little cow stuffed animal. all he used to say was "WIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFFFFFE" until my mommy gave me a little horse stuffed animal who is his wife. she says "HUUUUUUUUUSBAND" they both have big butts. my parents did lots of stuff like that, marrying a horse and a cow, getting me mixed racial dollhouse families. "gravity is the only thing that i can really feel anymore" # ( 7:41 PM ) Watermellon. Remember Dakota/Dakota? The band with the red headed male drummer who looked like amanda good? I do and now I have a sampler with them on it. yay. ok nevermind ben doesnt even read this. for two dollars and ninety-five cents you were bought. and i allowed you to be come dusty and dirty despite the obvious riches inside. please forgive me. # Saturday, November 15, 2003 ( 5:32 PM ) THE SECRET IS OUT! HIDE! actually. today the weather was sooooo yucky. i'm hungry. now that's swimming's over, i think i'll do more activism stuff. Went to a concert last night with a certain TC WILTZIUS. Right now I am hoping that'll be his pen name when he becomes a poet. The blackouts DID NOT play my favorite song by them, but it was good anyways. I had a slice of pie. mmmmmmmmmmm. yesterday someone stole my sandwich. what a bad idea! it was tuna fish salad. do you guys have any idea how fucked up i could've made that sandwich? i could've put all sorts of clear poisons in it. so we'll just see who's laughing on monday. right? my aura smiles and never frowns. # Thursday, November 13, 2003 ( 7:08 PM ) doesn't matter if you're fat, you can dress up like a sultan in your onion head hat. Today my mom sad something like: "BLA BLA bla bla bla Kari bla" And then the phone rang. it was kari. we must've invoked her, you cant make her rise from her grave for just anything. JUST KIDDING. she isn't supernatural. at least, i dont remember thinking that she was in all the um... seven years that i've known her. I am eating a chicken pot pie for din dins. yay! cordelia # Wednesday, November 12, 2003 ( 10:02 PM ) TATOO MY FACE AND CALL ME NANCY. during french i developed a strange interest in 1. cajun people a. going to la louisianne and talking french 2. algiers. a. couscous. During history i felt interested in: 1. banks and in art i suddenly wanted emma to be in my history class. I had a dream. 1. i was fat, my bellybutton was small and off center. 2. al renner and i were burning something, half tortilla shells were the fuel. 3. al renner commented on me being fat and i was like "shit, now i guess i have to start exercising... I HATE EXERCISE" all my friends are going to sleep. i will feel terrible tomorrow i am insane and can not sleep. going to a padded cell would be good. Gerard Depardieu, your nose is huge. I've seen your naked butt. she threw herself and her baby overboard. would i have done the same? # ( 9:58 PM ) We go through your closets, searching for your grandfather's gun. I don't know whether to smile or cry and that is truly confusing. All smiles until you came along. Maybe I should just settle for being insane. hey. sara. i could never be angrille at you!hey an = ass (donkey) grille = grilled. GRILLED ASS, GRILLED ANDY, ANGRY. WHOA THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESSY. cordelia is a fuck up. (i actually just wanted to use the F-word). # Tuesday, November 11, 2003 ( 8:07 PM ) Propaganja. Mmmm. Good times. Again, I wish some people had online journals that i knew about so i could tell what was going on in their twisted little minds. no, really. i just took some brownies out of the oven and burned my thumb. owwwieeeeeeee. once i burned my wrist on the side of a cookie sheet (not very good with sweet baked goods, am i?) and i had this cool (once it stopped hurting) straight line burn but now it's gone. my burn hurts. it's white now. MAX THIS IS WHAT I DO FOR YOU. um. anyways. i *heart* eugene mirman. but IN A TOTALLY PLATONIC WAY. I *HEART* HIM AS A BROTHER, NOT A FATHER, A BROTHER, OR PERHAPS A COUSIN. DEFINITLEY NOT A HUSBAND OR SPOUSE. MY FINGER HURTS SO BAD. ow. ow ow. i am going to go pout about it now. cordelia # Monday, November 10, 2003 ( 9:12 PM ) dear diary, eugene mirman is fucking hilarious. batia-the crazy one is "hey jude." # ( 8:50 PM ) ATTENTION: ALL TOP SECRET PLANS FOR FRITAG HAVE BEEN PUT ON HOLD DUE TO A SHOW AT CAFE PARADISO. THE BLACKOUTS. STAY TUNE FOR MORE ENCODED MESSAGES. # ( 9:38 AM ) my favorite food and my birthday. Mmmm. We made dumplings. AND watched Kill Bill... all in the comfort of Angelina's home. Yea... the advantages of having a buddy who's dad brings DVDs back from China. Nevermind that there was some weird stuff in the movie... like bleeps and little things saying "Property of ----" it was good. Nice music. remember the pussy parade. cordelia! # Sunday, November 09, 2003 ( 1:51 AM ) I ain't even getting out of bed today. Haha. you cant be overprotective anymore. yay for me. I'm really full I went to kris', we wrastled and i ate lots and lots of food it was good. only about 17 days until the rematch and then i'll be prepared. i miss my leg hair, it's all gone. ("i hate you.") I dont feel like taking off my make up. but i'm going to go brush my teeth, so i might as well. um. bye. # Friday, November 07, 2003 ( 11:05 PM ) We've been sitting in your backyard for hours... "Oh my god is this Tarkan?" Yay. Sasha rides. Mmmm sleep soon. Play was really good. except for a newspaper problem but it wasnt bad at all-- the problem, that is. bye. # Sunday, November 02, 2003 ( 11:36 AM ) We can be clean together... Poor confused, stupid girls. Pablo pablo pabloooooo. Oh my, memories of naughty times and giggles have just surfaced in my brain. oh my. and none of you know. ee hee hee hee. There's a song about a squirrel playing, and there's a squirrel outside my window. There were lots of little kids who came trick or treating and some of them rang the doorbell three times and if i were an old bitchy woman, i would have scolded them. but i'm not old, so i didn't. Fortunatley the woman who yelled at me when I implied that I might not go to college has moved, and a nice brit gave me candy. Maureen was dressed as a "tart" but we told little kids that she was a "dancer." ya. # Saturday, November 01, 2003 ( 1:01 PM ) but when you're gone i grow colder yay. i PRed twice. now my shoulder just needs to live another week, just one. then it can die. you wont call me when you're down. # |
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