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Wednesday, March 31, 2004 ( 9:43 PM ) "OMG" # ( 8:32 PM ) DUB ME. the rockstar fantasies have increased... 5 fold. dub me. # ( 7:42 PM ) exfoliate this, ho. let's switch gender roles. i'll dominate and you'll carry the hanky. oh gawd. the possibilities. also: i am into b sides. (back sides? AH) please take away this school thing. i'll be crying later. C to the O to the R to the this is getting Ridiculous (YeeHaw). ... # ( 7:13 PM ) oopsy. OOPSY... that sucky post was *obviously* brought on by images of seventh heaven and the break taken for forced labor. one of my bookmarks on internet explorer is: ROMAN FUCKING MARS. i also have: Lesbian Mafia The Ring. dont ask, i have NO idea what that is about. cut it. +++ # ( 7:05 PM ) i feel a lot, a lot like a robot. well i'll be darned. whatever am i listening to? i have to tell you the bad things i didn't do, or they will become bottled up inside of me until i explode. and no one wants that. i hope. i did not open the little desiccant package that says "do not open" and has funny pictures on it. i also didnt tell someone that their layout nauseates. good ol' me. also i am sort of wondering if i am invited somewhere. but only a little. nevermind. IMPORTANT: i need to read a book and like it by april 12th. i am open to suggestions. also: i am happy that the comments section is heating up again. caitlin: once i caught a ball with my lip (and my neck... and my... and... and... and...), so it is ok to catch it with your nose. i also have to find a french article. BLA BLA BLA. sad thing that happened TWICE today: a sign-up sheet went around and i got it at an inopportune time and i felt like saying "nooo. i am in a play. i have to memorize lines. wear stage makeup and melt under the lights and you expect me to do THIS?" but then i would be some sort of diva (original definition) and stupid, annoying, etc. bla bla bla. (oh wait?) 1. i have dug myself into a hole of sorts (a very bad place to be) oops. oh yes, and i am "full of shit." no really. and what the hell are those quotation marks doing there? clg p.s. 1. i hate you "insert" key. 2. blogger please get your "post view" system together. OR ELSE (or fucking else, ofe) # Monday, March 29, 2004 ( 9:08 PM ) you go to your room. sometimes i dont remember my days unless i really try. except for this: we did a continuation-story-thingy in french: 1. i made emma move to antarctica with mark twain's skeleton. 2. i made tom's nose turn red like a baboon's ass. 3. my story was no fun (but it was completely my fault for writing boring stuff instead of "i went to nyc and maybe saw vanilla ice"). ok. ok. mistake acknowledged. i also accidently told zoe and ben my top secret plan because i need their help. DONT WORRY, the plan is only a joke caused by my "love of life." i wanted to add to the drama and chaos occuring somewhere, but i didnt want to be mean, so i just told kinzie. yes. nice little me. she's an infant, he can damn well have her. cor-deli p.s. my dad and i went to the supermarket and were crazy, and jesse w. (not white) was there but we had more than twelve items. BOO HOO (for him). i also growled at an unsuspecting victim. (what would be more fitting here than a:), yo. # Sunday, March 28, 2004 ( 8:43 PM ) things have gotten really terrible, really fast. the only thing that would fit my mood would be a hangover, but i really cants stand alcohol. on a brighter side this whole event has made me realize that i should be a band-aid when i grow up. even if it's only to meet journalists and get a rocking coat. what i am doing: transfering my affections to something less significant. like when a spouse dies, about a year later, the live person needs to get a cat. but this "cat" is just so evasive. i hope doesnt read this. hm. summary: i am dumb and almost choked myself on my hemp necklace. actually, things are looking up. cordelia, i guess. # ( 1:28 PM ) p.s. who wants to do some parkour? # ( 1:18 PM ) chicks burning cordelia: sees local music man at local music mecca, forgets to tell him that the Lp is "fucking A." Isn't sure where she heard that expression before. is going to go rock out now. thinks it will rain. .evolution had it coming. the ultimate. (me) # Saturday, March 27, 2004 ( 5:39 PM ) rock is hot. i did *not* ice my head this morning because it didn't hurt. but now i have a sad story and it isnt about how i sat by the phone all day waiting for prince charming (that would be a lie, because i was not sitting, or waiting, and am not sure whether or not i believe in prince charming). our basement flooded. surprise. so there is an enormous and terrifying water vacuum down there. sadly, my cat's box is also down there. and he is very scared of vacuum cleaners so i thought i would bring him down so he could use it and maybe he wouldn't be afraid. when we got within five feet of it he freaked out and his head started spinning around and now i am wearing lots of bandaids and it looks like i'm a "cutter" (thank you 7th heaven). boo hoo for all involved. i think it's time for a bike ride. cordelia # ( 12:16 AM ) to the people: my head hurts i hit it again. ow ow ow. tomorrow i will ice it and feel sorry for myself. that sounds like a lovely plan! i am going to go draw the dinosaur that i'd marry if i were a dinosaur (surprise: i am not) HERR SCHROEDER, MEIN GOTT! cl-ggggg # Friday, March 26, 2004 ( 11:43 PM ) dog closet no. it is not a coincidence. i AM thinking about YOUR cat. uh huh. there is an intrusive bread stick on a plate on my amp. i wish it would go away... but i dont want to touch it. i drew a picture today that should be called "strange backbone or large bust?" it was such a mistake. i wish there were bands called: This Emo Bullshit. Rotten Lassies. they'd wear lassie masks and scream "pussy raid" and bark. yes sounds like triple platinum right there. last night i was watching most extreme elimination challenge and i laughed a lot and then tried to lie down. but instead i hit my head... very hard. and now seeing can be sort of blurry... i am hoping that that's just "sleepies." but the important part of this post is just arriving... after hearing my nana's "better half" donald (a former physician) say that he thought 90 year olds should be able to smoke a little marijuana but not say, cordelia, i had a dream... i was talking to the drummer of one of my favorite bands and then i was like "WAIT. you arent who i think you are, where is your hair? AND where is your cute little nose?" and then julia from new jersey took me aside and was like "the usual drummer was too high to play, they left him in chicago" noooo. then last night i watched commercials for Walking Tall (the stick movie) and then dreamed that mark was the rock. and shruti was there. and i woke up and thought. "hmmm" also, one of my computer programs has a type face called shruti. but really now. clg # Tuesday, March 23, 2004 ( 9:26 PM ) warming hut today i saw a peacock and it was very very exciting. i did not chase it. i did that last time i saw a peacock but only because i was aided my a certain mr. on a certain trip to a foreign land. i was also served a meatball sandwich that was bigger than my head. it was scary. and not good. it was bad, actually. also i have overdosed on law and order. but that's all one. um. my nana and her donald are watched nypd blue and the bald man with a beaky nose has taught the new parrot how to say douchebag. more reasons not to own a parrot.other reasons: cranky, loud, eatty, annoying... etc. etc. i should memorize copa cabbannananananananna if lola is going to be my camp name. otherwise, i should be aimme or jaquar or nobody cares. i did not finish that meatball sandwich. i most certainly did not. yawn. # ( 5:06 PM ) jesus christ (superstar?) sometimes i feel like the most clean-cut straight-edge hippy-descendant preteen in the world. which is very weird because i am none of those things. especially that preteen part. well um. if you have been around me at all recently i have probably expressed that i have a sort of piercing craving and i am very sure that it won't go away until i indulge in it. which is rather unfortunate if you are say, my parents. or say me who has no control over her body until the end of the play. but maybe i take that rule too seriously. sometimes watching seventh heaven makes me feel like a very bad person (in a good way) but that's the point of the show... i think. um. sometimes when people describe their grandchildren to you, it's like they want you to marry them. just an observation. i dont really think you'll understand my point, but maybe we should all step back and ask, since when has cordelia cared about anyone but herself? if you were a boy what kind would you be: i would be a self obsessed emo boy with black hair who would have a some sort of power complex and make a mean bowl of ravioli. i am probably just in a bad mood of sorts. # Friday, March 19, 2004 ( 10:43 PM ) a post on chihuahuas, read and rejoice: walking home from the bus stop i saw a man walking some stuff. and i thought, why is that man walking his two pet rats? ... OH those are actually "dogs" actually not really, but it would be easy to think that. in the library ms. linder told me about "handbag dogs" re paris hilton. i was just getting books off our downstairs book shelf and there were three jane austen books, sense and sensibility, pride and prejudice and one other and in the middle of them was a book entitled: HEARTBURN. and i found that rather accurate and good. not because i hate austen with a passion but because i didnt know why anyone would write a book about someone like emma (woodhaus666). anyways. tomorrow new jersey. friday home. today i was tired. i napped. now i am going to bed. clg # Wednesday, March 17, 2004 ( 11:02 PM ) rot just put me down on the terrible list, mr. esher. my cd tower is still relaxing on the floor. what does basculating mean? did i just make it up? apparently so. "i'm not sure but... i dont know, but... it doesnt matter, but..." if any of those preptatements were true, why would you say that? this annoying speech pattern must die. tell me if i ever do it. i try not to. but sometimes in chemistry i do. this is a problem. also, the waspy men are beginning to piss the hell out of me. but then again. i hate the insert key thing. grrr. also, i hate emoticons, but they seem to be taking over my life. maybe my verbal skills are going down la toillette? i was not pinched. but i was too scared to pinch anyone. OH well. # ( 8:02 PM ) tell your mom i'm stuck on this lovely girl. hOOray. i had the indescribable pleasure of watching stage fighting. actually it isnt indescribable. it was very fun. hm. let's see. so i was late to rehearsal, but that didn't matter because i didn't go on stage anyway... some might say wtf but i just say: oh well. also matt sang a song and then ruffled my head. then tom ruffled my head. and they were both unsettling. not really. i died at least three times from sword inflicted wounds. the life of cordelia is muchos hard. my tummy feels sort of weird. but that is better than worrying about throwing up. i am very intrigued with zoe s.' arrest and hope to hear more about it. also i miss: radical fucking cheerleading, (radical. fucking. cheerleading? no.), french talky group (and all the nice french speakers minus the creepy one). this morning i knocked over a cd tower. what an annoying invention. mmm. oh yes. the whole point of being late to rehearsal was getting a driver's permit. they'll hurt me bad, but i wont mind/they'll hurt me bad, they do it all the time. that song reminds me of scandinavian names, 3am writing parties and hella good times. i need to remember to go to the sex fair tomorrow and buy chocolate and hopefully see my buddies that i dont know that well. uh... i mean that i never see. yup. so i was just thinking that i should write SEX on my hand so i would remember, but then i was like, no, maybe SX, and then i was like, too straight-edgy and then i was like sex is an anagram of sXe. how inturrresting. mmm. i think i will just write inter on one and course on the other. YES. MAHvelous plan, yo. no wait. then herr w will see. um. so it's just inter. yes. so lame. i wonder if shruti would like to go on a field trip. TO WORK. cordelia # Tuesday, March 16, 2004 ( 10:56 PM ) nap time. i like looking at pictures taken by people i dont know of places/events that i was at and seeing people i know. i also like falafel. DRIVERS ED videos are sad and mellowing. but i shared french fries with people and they seemed to like that. today i thought mostly about piercing my ears more. i also was angered by some yuckies. i won't tell you who they are. but they dont seem to understand FERPA (?) or that not everyone thinks about stuff in the same way. things that i once found gross are beginning to be cute. it is weird to be reading about a song and then that song starts playing. sometimes blogs are so terribley bla and uck but i keep reading them. tom, sasha, eli and i played with a pink slap bracelet. then batia hit me. so it goes, i guess. kinzie's layout involves man nipple. mine reminds me of grape juice. it sort of bothers me when people take self portraits with the camera in front of their face. i have a date*. me:i like you infinity fire truck red much him: oh how sweet i hope that does not make people say ew. oh i do hope. cordelia *Oh. but what will i wear? oh bother. # Monday, March 15, 2004 ( 9:13 PM ) state of the nation. i think i should stop relying on blogs and tetris and concerts to give me hours of fun. i am sort of worried about: something that begins with k, a silly thing to worry about; being blind; never getting my permit. bla bla bla. in other news: i need someone to go to cafe paradiso with me on a sunday in the near future. around lunch. for top secret happenings. minneSODA. clg. # Sunday, March 14, 2004 ( 10:31 PM ) may impair your ability to operate machinery. one minute i am oohing and ahhing over how cute my sleeping kitty is and the next i am waking him up by ferociously growling at my father for leaving his pencil sharpener in my room. then i pretended to be him scolding me for leaving my stuff around. then he came in my room and i waved a long blue plastic stick (from a dead locker shelf) at him and he went away. someday i am going to wake up early and go yell a battle cry at him to wake him up [i am thinking something like: AIEEE WHAAAAAA WHHAAAA AIEEEE]. but that won't happen for a loooong time. at least not until i get up before him. hm. to tell you the truth: right now i feel well rested but rather insane. so it goes. also, whenever someone on aim says : "what's up" or "sup" or something like that i always say either: "nothing" or "nm, u?" i have to think very hard to avoid responding like that. and then they are usually annoying and pester me like: "nothing... REALLY?" usually while i am busy not having time for them AND playing a game. clg # ( 12:11 PM ) there's dirt on our uniforms... girl successfully animates a killer buddy icon for herself. but then it is too big. very very sad. i need to shower. but i dont really want to. and i'm going nowhere [getting there soon]. so why should i? this morning i sat on the floor next to my cat and then he started walking around me in circles. i woke up with a hand print on my leg, pins and needles in my arms, and sheet imprints all over. very strange. no not really. i am going to go make myself a sandwich and then eat it. clg. # Saturday, March 13, 2004 ( 11:52 PM ) fressen. ficken. fernsehr schauen. today was also the debut of my new screen name. also, i made myself a buddy icon became obsessed with image ready i have to go to bed. cordelia. # ( 12:39 AM ) if sight and shape be true... things that are pleasant: earnest conversations with tom by glass windows unexpected concern of teenage boys that i dont really know that well clean feet sleep organicness dating gentlemen. (man?) #95 paintbrush. adios # Wednesday, March 10, 2004 ( 10:53 PM ) i hate to be all like uhhh, you know? so earlier i was like "i am tired of: everyone and everything." and then two hours ago, that wasnt so true. but now it is. i guess. it comes and goes, just like camelia, or chameleon (either, depending whether you're me or my mommy). i'm really good at losing things. things i have never lost: my guinea pig, my bangs, my nose. that's about it. bla bla bla. um. "3.) I plan to spend the day working on Pussy Ranch: The Book and cleaning my apartment from scalp to asshole. I'll also need to get rid of those raccoons, whom I've named "Lil' Bandit" and "Elizabeth Smart." They're tough bastards, though, with chipmunks in their poop. I promise to be careful." ah ha. mm. vocablabulary. then sleep. then pretty dreams (ONO) cordeliaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. p.s. i want to see Capturing the Friedmans, but i am sort of scared. # ( 7:55 PM ) USE SOME MUSTARD. i have to say that i feel like a super harcore boy. but that's because i wrote on my knuckles and am wearing a cuff to keep my wrist warm. oh shit. i just realized that tom is dying his hair and he probably didnt ask ridenhour. SPLAT. that was shit hitting the fan. now i am going to the rally. to be there and also be square. sort of. yes well, that sums it up, watson. cordelia loots-gollin # Tuesday, March 09, 2004 ( 10:36 PM ) through music, he can live forever. i really like Ash-Wednesday by TS Eliot. Someday I need to go to the desert. Just to experience The Desert. I am tired (tard) as all get out. it is all DDR's fault. i suck at that game. i also suck at knowing dirty terms. like head job. apparently it's decapitation. nevermind. people really seem to be falling apart. just something i've noticed. not like i'm exempt, just not as fallen apart yet. i love the radio. i also love "huggles" the wombat and her (?) holder, murray. words that sort of look my name in ssh and confuse me: cornelia, columbia... etc. i am remembering pedro the lion and summer. i dont think i would go on the german trip again... what if it didnt compare to the last one? what if i had a bad host family? driver's ed makes me think a lot about dying, it is sort of uncomfortable and squirmy for me. i really like the phrase: lost my virginity in a streetcar. but only because it sounds good and i really like san francisco and streetcars at the moment. number one street car ride of my life: after the concert with silly boys singing "i want to be in america" and talk of doeners, and sleepy girls. mmm. the others just arent worth mentioning i guess. marriages always make me sort of happy-sad... especially happy gay marriages. oh yea, i went to froggy club (french club) and we watched this movie and the men were so french and good. what else? for the rest of the year i might have to act like ze stereotypical french person in french class. to amuse myself. instead of admiring the watering can. or making sheep or something. for example i will say "monsiour garvey why cant we make ze baguette vendredi in ze cuisine?" notice: no real french, just many zes and baguettes. also i think my name will be nicole and i will have jean - francois, mon amour francais, ze son du pattisier qui fait chaque jour ze baguettes! also, i will have ze petit chien, mistral. and very pretty boat shirts. merde, ze mommy calls ze cordelia---er KNEEcoal. n[c]lg # ( 5:02 PM ) i am tired and my head sort of hurts. maybe the raw fish i plan on eating soon will cure that. or more likely, it will give me food poisoning and i will vomit all over creatin. i'm just sayin'. what a pretty sky. i hope driver's ed has a video. otherwise i will be sad. i will look like this: =( i feel that i am full of lactic acid. there is a cloud that looks like either a manitee or the courtney love monster from the emo video game. i am usually very bad at video games. but i'm okay at that one. mmm. batia is on the phone. clg # Monday, March 08, 2004 ( 9:39 PM ) uh oh. i am sorry to say that i have fallen in love with KSRC revolution radio. i am not sorry, actually, but you will be when this obsession takes over my body AND soul. also, my soul is sort of shaped like a cheerio. someday i would like to work at a radio station. preferably weft or something equally good. but there would always be the hazard that i would just tell pointless stories the whole time and not play any music. but that cant be all bad. an alberta knit-in (mwa mwa) blablabla. clg # ( 7:13 PM ) kill your television. i was just listening to NPR. Spalding Grey, had been recovered. or his body has at least. Spalding Grey's body was pulled from the east river. He was reported missing two months earlier. he was 62. And, get this, his most famous book was called Swimming to Cambodia. perhaps a premonition, but more likely the ultimate irony. mmyes. clg. # ( 4:59 PM ) "merde a la puissance treize!" it is snowing. i have with me neither hat nor gloves nor scarf. i am at my mother's office. i enjoy looking out of her window and guessing which tops of buildings are which. this window is not so good for that, most other windows are better. like when i saw the courthouse from... german(?) class today, that was fun. the snow is not sticking, to that i say: hooray. i am not a fan of snow in march. i think i accidently disconnected her phone. oh well. if it really matters they'll find some other way to reach her (lie). i am going to half contradict myself now and say that i like the look of falling snow, and i like landing of it on my hair. but that might be it. i suppose it is actually quite a beautiful thing. the group called destroy the bush machine or something like that is sponsoring a show on march 20th and it sounds good. also sounding good: a protest... wednesday? i should do my homework... but starring at snow is so much more gratifying. i read an old post and remembered something about maggie's parents grounding her because of something on a blog and i cant remember what it was... i must find out. also sometimes i wish i was someone's friend so i could understand what was going/their beefy secrets. but then i feel sort of guilty. luckily for me, this only happens with a very few people and not very often. this weather is reminding me of ann arbor. there was no pickle ball to brighten my life in PE today, only ultimate frisbee which i am very conflicted about. in math i made beautiful elephants. and a sheep. and now i have a great format idea for my books. oh gosh this will mean new pictures or a cordelia and eiffel tower shit motif. bla bla bla. cordelia cordelia cordelia! p.s. eighth period was en-joy-able # Sunday, March 07, 2004 ( 8:22 PM ) the victorian hypocrisy i am george eliot to your mr. lewes. actually i am not. i wanted to stencil louise brooks instead of writing my paper, but she got too complex. i really like pictures. oh gosh. here is the pepperoni. here is the health department: "how do you stay alive in your room? it is a terrible hazard. AND why doesnt your family have have a carbon monoxide detector?" here is me: "they overestimate their ability to escape from death, and about how i stay alive in my room... um, good question." the extremely terrible thing about waking up to CDs is that the first song always reminds me of waking up and i become panicky. so usually i skip the first song on my CDs. but i have never really been a fan of first songs, so it is not that important. baseball ruined my feet. very important: rendez-vous friday. if i ever were to abandon my current screen name, a manifestation of fifth grade folly and blaness, i would want my new screen name to be le vice anglais, but that is taken. or maybe mouffi, malpt, or maquerelle. or maybe joEramoner. oooh my favorite: viande a pneus. i have a deal for mr. garvey: i will give him my voodoo mask if he gives me the watering can. sala(u)d. dummschwallen. enough with you already. clg. # ( 1:29 PM ) sounds like a bunch of fun guys  i wish i had real image hosting. but i dont. mmm. i'm reading about victorians and the time spacing between marriage and the baptism of their first child. yesterday i lost some pepperoni in my room. but i found it. i think i have twelve more weeks of sophmoreness. but that is just an estimate. on thursday sara and i saw orsino, and toby and mercutio at e.r. and we acted like we were preteens from the 90s who had just seen the backstreet boys minus the crying and screaming. but shruti was very confused. it is very windy. our ricketty fence is swinging back and forth. i think it will fall over soon. it is quite impressive. i almost want to go outside and get knocked out by it. but just so i could say that i had been knocked out over the weekend. more paper, then shower. yes. good plan. cordelia # ( 12:26 AM ) i am rather cold. things i dont like: having to write with proper capitalization when emailing teachers. newlyweds (the show). things i like: the dark. winks (but not from scaries/meanies). secret plans. pictures of my lips near the eiffel tower. photoshop 7.0's sweet #95 brush. the tasty muffin i ate. today my dad wrote a date on a CD for me. he is twenty years off. to which i say: poo poo. also, the library was a uni fest which offered consolation that some people hadnt finished their papers yet. just like myself. so it goes. tatoos can be really surprising. unless we're speaking of bikers. they arent surprising at all. at all. at all. mm. things are changing. clg # Friday, March 05, 2004 ( 11:29 PM ) c'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell. struggle. school. rehearsal. yoga potluck. didnt make it to movie club. almost forgot about meeting chris for my CD. was ten minutes late. couldnt find him. sang on my walk back. about being alive. about god being the devil through the transitive property, etc. etc. i also sang that song to al renner. but he wasnt listening. because he doesnt care. actually because i was quiet (for once?). today was unofficial st. patricks day. when almost anyone wearing green is drunk. i was wearing black and purple. my mom and i avoided green shirts in osco, i said "look they drink light beer, what wusses" and she said "shh" and i said "it doesnt matter, they're too inebriated to hear me." but i didnt really believe that. any of it, actually. we bought robin's eggs and then we came home and i called my daddy and begged a camera out of him for art tomorrow. and it is pictures of stuff that is important to me: faucets, doorknobs, light switches, a flight of stairs... but i think it'll have to be my morning routine because i also have a bed picture. but i dont really want to have my picture in it. because i dont want twelve little books circulating with my picture. not that. i am just lazy. here is my story: girl gets up, takes bath, takes her metro ticket and heads off... to paris to eat the eiffel tower because triskets do not satisfy her hunger. unfortunatley it sounds a lot like the story of my life... right? (um.) well it should because this book is about me but... i am not famous for following assignments in art class. i must say that the eiffel tower is yummy and that the bags under my eyes make me look very unhealthy. tomorrow i am hoping for a bubble bath. cordelia. # Wednesday, March 03, 2004 ( 8:42 PM ) Lost Vegans. looks like las vegas, tastes like hemp. oh. well. The highlight of my day was hearing about the A.S.S. in history. it almost made me want to work at kraft... but that's like me wanting to work at the pool... a bad idea. besides. it has probably changed a lot. mmm. i was just cruising the forums on opening bands and found a straight edge thread. let me summarize it: "why would anyone be straight edge?" "i dont label myself even though i only drink once in a while" but then xhardcorenjx says: "It's not like I do not have friends that engage in drugs. My best friend back home has been in and out of rehab for drugs. It's just that the hardcore scene is filled with sXe kids and its great to hang out with kids with similar interests. I doubt a hardcore christian hangs out with a satanist."* to which i say: wait... what does your last sentence have to do with anything? i also want to post annoying things in response to him saying that he beat up a drunk obnoxious guy. oh ok. done. my mommy and i talked about radical cheerleading. and she thought that my creative energy could be chanelled into "something more productive." Um. excuse me. what is more productive than raising awareness about important issues while putting on a good show and giving people a good time? singing lessons? uh. wait. what? so yes. apparently over the summer our discussion about how being able to sing was a good skill in theater has not been forgotten. but would i rather be confident in a better singing ability or doing something that i like and am already good at? yes. what a great question. actually it's sort of stupid, but i spared you from the straight edge stuff so you get the boring bla bla stuff. HOORAY FOR YOU AND PUPPIES! hot topic is bad bla bla bla. so? nike is bad too. and so is being mean to people for things they cant help. but no one says anything about that. now what? "oh it's you, i'm trying to hide from my creator and his minion, they scare me" clg *i sort of understand what he means now, but it is still a stupid arguement. satanists represent. (?!) # Tuesday, March 02, 2004 ( 9:55 PM ) "that is not what i meant, at all" things i like imagining: me using the blue ticket me sleeping things that make me say "no" and sort of cry: snuffster things that are worth 6 blocks in the rain with a good cd: a grilled cheese sandwich more CDs my green bracelet $2.95 worth of TS (more now because it isnt 1962 anymore and inflation changes stuff) a very important bus yum. yum. paper=yucky piece of crap things that are bad: angelina trying to get me to go back to the dark side and write in run on sentences. yes. two terrible posts+one terrible english paper=no one is satisfied no one is satisfied+increasing circles around my eyes---> rioting, eh. clg. # ( 9:09 PM ) yeah yeah yeah. today i felt sort of organic. but only a little bit. driver's ed wasn't *that* bad. but now i am tired. ooh haha. today during eighth period al was "riding the pony" and singing. and then mr. butler came out and shouted. i also drank two chocolate milks. but not all in eighth period. i learned about "the list" and then heard scary stories. time for work. if only... it is scary, yes. cordelia. # Monday, March 01, 2004 ( 10:15 PM ) you're pretty good looking... for a girl. um. i have to take driver's ed tomorrow. that sucks. i would like to say: that i could've taken it this fall, but didn't; that i am older than benjer; that i am a very brave girl; etc. etc. i suppose driving will be good, but it is like sleep, i like (will like) doing it, just not getting there. yada yada. today my cat and i played piano. i read the music and he improvised. i also made contact with someone from the failures. the plan to get their CD has been set in action... good. things i am interested in: meg white's red dress (minus nipples), tambourines, lunch, sleep, ice cream, _The Victorian Woman_, pelicanny, "death of hair," the metro ticket i found between books, my bright future as a loud, out of control girl. grrr. drivers ed. dumb. i wonder if university is still blocked off. hm. i guess i'll find out at five to eight tomorrow. cordelia. # ( 12:31 AM ) i've got moving on my mind. the room is officially clean. man. private dance parties are no fun when the rentals are trying to sleep and want you to be quite. how cool is it that we can just kill our humdrum culture and make party immediatley? it is very cool. my guitar has an angry pumpkin sticker on it. (less is more?) it wants a ghost sticker. hooray. it's march. once again, tgfifo actually, i guess it wasnt that bad, i just like saying fuck and typing a bunch of letters. oh yes. goodtimes. i want to be able to legitimately staff shows. but i dont want to go to the meetings. oh well. i am going to get into bed and remove my socks and think about: flock of seagulls, "daddy," polyamourousnessklakhdx, rain, scarves, etc. etc. (the king who is bald). mmmmm. clg. # |
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