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Wednesday, December 31, 2003 ( 1:01 PM ) no soap, radio!!! "they serve this delicacy, sheep brain in france. $100 a plate" "they don't use dollars in france." haha. i am brilliant. and in michigan. i read a whole book on the way here. and i slept. have a nice new year everyone. cordelia # Monday, December 29, 2003 ( 8:33 PM ) you cant avoid her, she's in the air. FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK. sorry. but sometimes you just have to say fuck. so. tomorrow this will be the expression: cordelia----> michigan; everyone in illinois= sad; everyone in michigan= happy. how full of myself i am. oh well. someone has to be. today maureen came over and we played "authors" and i beat her. we also played uno. it was fun. nothing more is going to come out of this post. it is hereby abandoned. cordelia. # Sunday, December 28, 2003 ( 10:41 PM ) Some of us are getting older. so we went to my mom's friend's house for dinner. all of a sudden andrea (the friend) was like: "so you wanna study film?" "uh. what? oh. sure, i guess." maybe i said that. wait... no i didn't my mom did when she was asking to borrow some videos. go figure. i am very conflicted about this going to michigan for new years: good: 1. ann arbor is pretty 2. there will be a fun party bad: 1. long drive 2. very annoying relatives of our friends. 3. tv-addicted daughter also, because of me having the flu i havent really gotten to see all the people i wanted to see which makes me frustrated and angry and all that. my dad just came in and asked me to do things other than go online tomorrow when my parents are home. i suppose i do go online a lot. he wants me to get out of the house and go see him in his office for lunch. i don't really want to leave my house, it's cold and wet and grey. I am writing thank-you notes, but it made my tummy hurt. oh well. time to play more videogames. lateri # ( 1:20 AM ) p.s. i had a dream about eugene and someone was like "he thinks about you all the time,but dont let it go to your head and he spells his name B-Y-N-N" i think i liked him in my dream. oh well. what else is new. # ( 1:19 AM ) compass c-5 now cordelia, unless you begin to maintain some sort of "normal" sleep cycle you will go completely bonkers and die at the age of 27. "i know doctor, it's just that i'm so addicted to the emo game and letting my 'friends' mistreat me on aim so i end up feeling worse than i did before i started talking to them. and going to sleep would be like giving in" "do your parents know you feel this way?" "oh no. i don't even know it myself" "but you must, you just told" "where am i?" i have a weezer song stuck in my head. how stupid. lots of new buttons!!!! push push push # Friday, December 26, 2003 ( 11:24 PM ) teenage riot. eh. i just finished my juice. there is a lot of pulp resting at the bottom. so. no white christmas. oh well. i'm excited about going to ann arbor. i don't want to go to bed. gar. # Thursday, December 25, 2003 ( 11:08 AM ) Shalalala. [insert senseless bla bla and complaing about me having the flu here]. i don't like being on AIM on holidays. no one is really on and i always feel guilty because i should be spending time with my family or something. oh well. they probably don't want to see me... i am contagious. i think i should eat some sherbert (sorbet?) now. cordelia # Tuesday, December 23, 2003 ( 10:03 PM ) a few yummies for you tongue. a few thoughts: I have decided to give you my safety tips for you to be safe in the double-o 4. 1. do not wear oven mits and stick your hands in fire. 2. ok, the rest of them suck. tada! my eyes sort of burn. so i'm going to go now. cordelia # ( 2:21 PM ) It's my life, don't you forget. My cat is here. I feel sort of like a walking batch of beubonic plague but much prettier and not so dangerous. I just have a lousy cold. i am going to go find boots and wait. oh boo hoo, sort of. eh. # ( 12:47 PM ) sex and violence. Pissing off drunkards with pop punk. YAY. my typing is getting terrible. maybe i should start looking at the keyboard. last night i saw james and that was really exciting so i jumped on him and he was like "i am so cool" but only in his head. Kristin, Pat and I left and went to taco bell with two boys who's names i didn't know until a long while later. I didn't eat, I just got a ring. We listened to good charlotte and blink 182 and the starting line and played it loudly and made that stupid person angry. i am sick. possibly sicker than yesterday. i dont know. i would get better faster if i stopped talking. i mean, i never should've started, i'm the only one home. that "throat coat" tea didn't really help. maybe that's why it isn't approooooved by the FDA. OH WELL. and it doesn't look right, yea and all of these bastards are taking his place. i can't fit lying down in my bathtub. i am too tall. last night my mommy made me take a hot bubble bath as a remedy for my illness. i should probably put on some pants. goodbye. cordelia. # Sunday, December 21, 2003 ( 12:15 PM ) fire in the taco bell? went xmas shopping yesterday. bought pretty presents for people. we were in the men's section getting stuff for my dad... my mom was at the cash register and all of a sudden i shrieked. "what" "look, mom!!!!" it was a male thong!!! i spotted a male thong! red and sparkly. AHHHH. Other than that, presents have been acquired and are nice. oooh, i also bought some pretty underwear. despite the good outcome, the experience was a nightmare. While my mom and i were stealthily moving towards the checkout line, we passed the sock area. Low and behold, MR. STONE was trying to find socks. Fortunatley he didn't see our purchases despite my mom's failure to hide them. Then in the checkout line we saw Jack... she had the sense to hide them this time *phew.* i wanna be kate, kate KATE!!! cordelia. # Wednesday, December 17, 2003 ( 8:17 PM ) Who am i? but who are you! I got my hair cut today... what a relief. And I didn't have the dumb carson (queer eye) wannabe. He doesn't like me. He wore a bucket hat. Ok. uh oh. i just became so tense and angry that i gave myself a tummy ache and can no longer type. please send me all the addys for central girls' blogs. the reward will be handsome. cordelia # Tuesday, December 16, 2003 ( 7:03 PM ) "Oh-he, Oh he! that is a good hearing!" - the wazir. I have a headache. Thankful I am done reading my german book... for a little while. Gatto is on my lap. Er knete mich. Um. During winter break I will watch at least three movies. John Cusack fest will also happen. I played "Decouvrons la France!" in french class it's loosing its luster. "The Nanny," however, is not. Tenderness habitual, a seldom fading ritual. Our friends who are having a new year's eve party called. I won't be in charge of the kids this year, they all grew up. that was quick. but i might be a "server..." whatever that means. I almost hit Max Rich in the head with a volleyball. Oh well. Then he said something, but I couldn't hear him, so it doesn't matter if his comeback was lame, he still has time to think of a new one and tell us thursday, our next volleyball day. I like playing volleyball with the beach ball. Real volleyballs are too hard and painful. please send me teeth for a necklace. cordelia. # Monday, December 15, 2003 ( 7:15 PM ) TURN THAT FROWN UPSIDE DOWN! The diploma mill talk isn't ceasing. AND my dad is getting rather grumpy. The other night he say my cell phone lying on the counter looking lonely. Then he started yelling at me to charge it, i tried to tell him that it was fully charged. But he insisted that I couldn't know that. Um. And today at dinner i was "blabbering" because i "needed attention" so he got mad. which is dumb. During the twelve minute run there was a squirrel in the rafters. It was frightening. I have a french test and a german test tomorrow. yuck. I also have go to the clinic to get shots time. no fun no fun! oh yes. I realized that if I use my Mommy's computer I can change my template... goody so now it is better... a major overhaul coming soon. oh yea. the probability of i gave yesterday was for one student in an elevator. sorry to let you down max. good news: boys will be boys and girls even more so. . # Sunday, December 14, 2003 ( 1:16 PM ) I wasn't born, so much as I fell out, no one seemed to notice me. Like the baby in trainspotting... eh. Max Rich, to answer your question, assuming there are 15 students in German III, and 60 students in our class who could be taking the PLAN on saturday, the probability of german students in the elevator is 1/4. You are so good at math, you probably could've figured that out yourself. And since the probability is quite high, a better question would've been "whoa, three german students in the same elevator all with interesting, unique noses, two of them at least 1/2 jewish, and all with brown hair!!! what is the probability of that?" which you could probably figure at yourself also, but it would be harder since the nose thing is subjective and one of us could have dyed our hair... but who??? my lips are very unhappy and chapped. once my dad was away and it was channukah... so my mom and i lit candles and put them on the stove. but we had left the oven on so the candles began to melt and fall over... it wasnt good. yay. the clash. mmm. yesterday i loved the snow... until i realized that it made me cold even with my coat. boo hoo. i should find my hat. clg. # Saturday, December 13, 2003 ( 3:49 PM ) you can do the job when you're in town. It is very nice and snowy that makes me want a big doggy. i hope that there's a lot of snow next weekend so i can go sledding. today tom had really big hair. i played my favorite game, scare brett. my word. oh darn. today i got to the union for the PLAN. i dashed into the elevator after ben sims, he was kind enough to hold the door. max rich was there too... "hm. three german people together. what are the odds of that?" then there was silence so i banged my head on the wall because i had forgotten my calculator. "good job." mmmm. more snow. more snow. more snow. metalfest? no thank you. i think i should find something festive to wear. like some... bark. ok no thanks. lalalala. # Friday, December 12, 2003 ( 7:42 PM ) Gaping Mouth I would like to publicly apologize for being such a terrible person. If I do not obtain a healthier sleep schedule I am sure to lose all my friends. This week was suck. But mostly it was my fault. I am really wanting to go to sleep. Hopefully, after lots of rest I will go back to being me. Maybe the bags under my eyes will even dissapear! Yeah right. Another slightly bothersome thing is that I put scotch tape on my computer desk and I just removed it, removing the fake wood finish along with it. So now just call me the exposer of ugly gray stuff. It is only 7:51 and I am ready to sleep for a long time. My lack of sleep has also led to some strange behaviors... including, brain only accepting one definition per word (ie mark: do you like the cars? *cordelia wonders if he is talking about the traffic, or the numerous cars he bought for her* clg: *blank stare* mark: Dammit, wake up!... and scene. or something like that), also i just googled someone with a really common name. stalkerish tendencies, anyone? Watched Trainspotting, was disturbed by the baby. Maybe dimpled chins do not mean you have the devil within. I SWear that was relevant. my spelling is going down the crapper. I got my PSAT scores back. Apparently my math grade supports Mr. Bild's theory that I'm not working to my full potential, so my mommy says. All these grown-ups. All this conspiracy. today i said something mean to m. rich. but it was indirectly mean to hannah, that would make me feel bad. if i had enough energy for emotions. today i was wearing my Baaa shirt. Then Herr W baaaed at me when I went to get a kleenex. It was weird... and then I remembered what I was wearing, then it was possibley even weirder. Normally we'd expect him to say "Baa is beautiful. WAS ist das?" ach so. cordelia # Wednesday, December 10, 2003 ( 9:58 PM ) Fuck proportion. I miss my five year old self. she was cool. I'm going to start carrying my notebook, making lists, and drawing like Brian Andreas. who is very cool. I am also going to find Frank... eventually. He's actually probably gone. cordelia thumbtack (attention: hannah's cat, do not eat) p.s. # ( 7:34 PM ) URGENT UPDATE PERTAINING TO MY LAST ENTRY: ;js;jh;j is going. that makes me... uh... TERRIFIED? I dont know. I also have to do fitness tomorrow. hm. but wait... I'm going to meet john cusack. so it's all better. to quote one of my fifth grade diaries: "chaaa ching!" ah ha, cordelia. la. # ( 7:22 PM ) Eat my... dust? Summary: 1. cordelia pretends to be a catapillar (sp) 2. cordelia makes a list!!! let's play pretend: today i went shopping for boots. i found the most BEAUTIFUL red high heel boots, but the store did not have enough pairs for each pair of my legs, so I didn't buy them. I really wish stores took mutant catipillers into thought when stocking. But no, they can only stock for 32 pairs of legs, not 33!!! WHAT AN INJUSTICE! movies i need to see (in no particular order): z. all three movies about creature from the black lagoon f. fight club m. watcher in the woods (initiation ceremony) s. the RHPS (english) wow, no vowels. things that are not always virtues: w. aggresive vegetarianism k. heavy menstrual flow j. being the daughter of a gynecologist. l. speaking 90,000,000 languages. r. owning a pool. I think ms. evans is beginning to a. get sick of me b. be very dissapointed in me. I'm not going to chicago, I read a book about monsters instead of looking for a good mask character during library time (hence the monster from the black lagoon). I did my homework on the back of a permission slip that I claimed not to have recieved. Oh gosh, school is going to suck tomorrow even if it's just because i have to get up in the morning. I KNOW I WILL PRETEND THAT I AM NOT GOING TO SCHOOL, I AM ACTUALLY GOING TO MEET JOHN CUSACK AND TALK TO HIM ABOUT HIS ACTING'S DEVELOPMENT. oh no... acting reminds me of bloomington. oh no i hope ;js;jh;j isn't going... ahhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhh boo hoo ho hohoooh. I seem to be getting hysterical. what a female thing to do. lateri. # Tuesday, December 09, 2003 ( 10:04 PM ) Alkoooooool. I am going to pretend like I am your queen. Me: Subjects! you guys: yes? Me: shape your damn asses up! you guys: yes your majesty! on another sort of unrelated note, willy is getting on my nerves. NO, NOT A PENIS, SHAKESPEARE. Dear Oberon and Titania, share the goddam boy. I suppose your queen is not cultured. Wait... I have an even better solution... INDIAN BOYS FOR ALL. guess what everybody, I, your queen, have become sick of it all. no not the band, fuckhead, just stuff. Hopefully it will snow soon. I usually like summer, but right now I really need: a. snow b. a sled c. a job at PP d. motivation e. boots f. chapstick I am anticipating getting at least 3 of these things (a,b,f) over winterbreak. I already have a sled, it just needs some lovin' (i.e. use). should i: a. mend my pants? b. become indecent? i like lists. tomorrow is list day. i'm gonna spend my day making lists... OF EVERYTHING. goodnight, my people. # ( 8:54 PM ) Nancy My mom has a friend name lisa reagan. But I always call her Nancy by mistake. Oh well. It's actually pronounced REE-gan. My pants are getting a whole. Sort of David-like in form. I am glad my parents own shakespeare's plays. if they didn't i would be in troo-BLE. too bad they dont have a soph. english course packet. news flash: barely anyone does their math homework. list of people who do it before the day it's due: cordelia hannah brett there might be others. i called sergei for the assignment. there were alarms going off in his house. all the blogs i read are slowly being abandoned. this one should stop too. but it wont. how sad for non-mes. (non-me--- a person who is not me). SHOULD I GO TO CHICAGO? cordelia # Monday, December 08, 2003 ( 9:44 PM ) Gros bisous von mein Hertz ich liebe die Affensuppe. Hmmm my abdomen hurts. AAAAA-pple. My favorite is purple. I killed a bug with a battery. Uma and her squares. Cordelia and her clubs. nevermind. # Sunday, December 07, 2003 ( 7:44 PM ) sparkasse as the holiday season approaches, i am compiling a list of gifts that i'm giving to people. so far, i have almost no ideas. so send me your wish list if you think i'm giving you a gift. cordeli. p.s. the great weaving plan isnt happening, the loom is terrible to restring. # ( 1:31 AM ) Suck it. um. sean, suck it. netscape 4.7, suck it. [very annoying person], suck it. you know what. the cast party was mediocre. and it was in a pretty house. and i got eyes like knives cast in my direction when acting like karen. yea. i'm feeling sort of neurotic. and i don't know if i can love you anymore. how sad. not really, actually. ok. IMPORTANT: tess, batia, sara... how is next weekend for top secret happenings? IT BETTER BE GOOD. TTT. # Saturday, December 06, 2003 ( 12:51 AM ) "potatoes were the waiters, potatoes were the waiters, potatoes were the band" BREAKING NEWS: bra ---> blisters? but they are interesting. hungry ---> pizza craving circle time. chelsea is gone. blood flows from the doors of bad barbers. drunk all alone, i need a razor blade, stranger take me away. (7th heaven innuendo... corndog with miracle whip on the tip being eaten by a pregnant woman very... suggestively.) cordelia. # |
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