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Friday, April 30, 2004 ( 11:42 PM ) yes means fuck me, no means fuck you... it was cold. it was rainy. but i survived! short talks, s-peaches, plugs --> talk that is way too long and it shows --> plug --> radical cheerleading [---> scratchy throat] --> march that is good (lots of yelling). i accidently ended up with zoe s.'sss camera case. whoopsy. and all the flyers... double oops. oh well! so tomorrow there's IMC fest AND bandjam. but i am going to band jam. mostly because [it is free and] i had the sack to email a band member! /if the world is ending why do i need good grades?\ when i got home i drank milk and watched law and order. pudgy troubled boys on law and order make me sad. clg. # Thursday, April 29, 2004 ( 7:40 PM ) true, it may seem like a stretch but it's thoughts like these that catch my troubled head when you're away, when i am missing you to death. so good. better than chocolate. i've been listening to this song for a very long time. only this song. i keep listening to the beginning. that must be very annoying. but not for me. because i like this song. yum. amirah had a great stencil on her pants today. HOORAY! johnny depp is surely an acquired taste. but a very easy one to accquire. and i do not feel like a hypocrite in saying that everyone who finds him attractive is right, because i am not saying "ooh, i would like to bang that." Because i really wouldnt. he seems a little stringy... if you know what i mean (how could you?). no post cafe tonight... but that is okay because i have the postal service. yeah. man. today was sort of suck. especially lunch. or the lack thereof. but now i have the postal service and great pink tulips. does anyone want to go to band jam at 8 on saturday with me? to see the blackouts? they are good. mmm. ---cordelia # ( 3:30 PM ) and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned dear members of the postal service, i love you. a lot. your friend, cordelia. my day was bad. they made it good. HOORAY. i am in the computer lab. now i have to go read about mk and a. p.s. i also like lance in apocalypse now. yay for lsd. p.p.s. it is sad when people think they're really good at something and then they arent. boo hoo. not really. not me. not me AT ALL! peace out, ho! # Wednesday, April 28, 2004 ( 8:41 PM ) HOP ON IN! bush is a miserable failure bush is a miserable failure bush is a miserable failure bush is a miserable failure bush is a miserable failure bush is a miserable failure just helping a buddy out. # ( 7:56 PM ) deviant art: go suck a big one sometimes deviant art is nice but other times it just spreads around terrible mediocre shit. that is ugly. i quoted z.swords in a memo to my parents. specifically: "so put that in your elaborate hookah and smoke it" today is no fun. i'm not wearing pants? # Tuesday, April 27, 2004 ( 8:39 PM ) who's fooling who? if you love me: modest mouse the postal service local h i feel a little ill. i had to run and get the bus. i ran and ran and ran. who tells people that their relatives are getting open heart surgery on a bus? augh. i am against the no low riding pants law in louisiana. why should senator's be making law's about pants? there are much more important things in the world. it would probably only be enforced against women, not sagging men. it's just an ass. everyone has one. except maybe kinzie (no i am just kidding). today a member of the hardcore royal family talked to me and boy was i dressed appropriately. yeah well. cordelia # Monday, April 26, 2004 ( 10:37 PM ) nominally diseased band jam. saturday. i would dare to say that i had one real class today. i need to make some phone calls. i am bad at minesweeper. someone please teach me. i am going to read about prophaganda. hey. once i saw a band called propaganja. and they were fun. and i love vita cola. and oops! -clg # Sunday, April 25, 2004 ( 9:50 PM ) boys that give the gift of rats. cover songs are so special to me. i miss the planet lounge... or whatever the live show on the planet was. that was a good thing. i can almost salivate when thinking of what a great lineup sundays could have. I should be a radio person. then my name would be dj corpse, obviously. today i watched some cspan. didnt see anyone i knew. was dissapointed and still very jealous. i watched part of gypsy. then i taught my parents german camp songs. ho-he. clg # Saturday, April 24, 2004 ( 10:29 PM ) "this is not a room, it's a vagina" the leather part of my book that i made at art sucks. but then kathy had to be supportive. i didnt really like that. because *i* knew my book sucked. "it's very good for your first time." um. no. no it is not. i am writing my eulogy for robert desnos. it is very depressing. i went to see the al pacino movie at the virginia. it was good. but then when i was waiting for my mommy to come get me some stupid man commented on me being near the line for tickets but not in it by saying that i was just trying to cut in line. so i responded to him. i was bitter with him and passing short. i am sure his old face still stings from my figurative slap. i am tired. but things are nice. cordelia # ( 12:55 PM ) become an ulcer in the belly of the beast i am very cold. i went to a party to mingle with the stars yesterday. i still havent been discovered. my mom and i told someone stories about osco because... of something? i was very tired. before that i ate pizza and hung out with mark. it was nice. he is a nice boy. i like him. i wonder how short my hair is going to end up. hm. fridgidly yours, cordelia # Thursday, April 22, 2004 ( 11:49 PM ) macoco today my mom and i ate spring rolls. then i went to driver's ed and felt like i was going to have a case of bladder-explosion. fortunatley for me, break happened so i skidaddled off to the ladies' room. then batia and i scared kris with stories of mandi's former bitchiness and batia told him that she kicked puppies (which is a vicious lie). then he was like "she kicks puppies?" and we were like "no, not really" but whoops, the damage had already been done. (we never meant to spoil that budding beautiful relationship [?]) so then batia and i went to go have a conference on the stairs and while my back was turned mandi took out her evil rage on me by throwing a basketball at my lower back. THE NERVE! Of course i was astonished/outraged. What had I done? I asked. Mandi seems to suffer from brunette-confusion and thought that I reported her animal abuses. No, mandi, that was Batia. I denied Batia's vicious lies. Please, I know we are exactly the same person, but come on, I have longer hair and pierced ears. I also dont limp. NO! I AM TOTALLY KIDDING. So anyways I told Scott # 2 my plan, but he didn't follow it. Obviously he is jealous as all get out. Oh yes, after break batia and I acted like we had smoked an entire field of the sweet leaf! But sadly, it was not the case. We are very straight-edge in behavior, but not in name, because I, at least and probably her too, but what right have I to speculate?, prefer to distance myself from the straight edgers who dont do anything fun because someone told them too, I try to make my own decisions and i support the right to choose [ice cream?]. that is not the point! the point is: that when i got home I had some left over spring roll. "Mom, do these look slightly fallic to you?" I asked, after taking a bite, "They look *very* fallic to me" she replied. Then we discussed how sometimes that was all you could think of when you ate them (ie right after our conversation). we also gave batya a ride home and i complained of cameras, cell phone rings, and diploma mills. why is driver's ed ending when it's about to get good? I keep getting today confused with friday (ho-he) which is good. because sometimes, when I am lying in bed all alone on saturday night, I think to myself "it's almost monday" and then I am very sad. I am, however, never really alone because I sleep with my stuffed animal pelicanny. and my two blankets, the pink blankies. but they are mostly for structural purposes. i am feeling sort of fivish right now, so i had better go to bed before i become Cranky the Exploder. "holla" -yours truly and 4evr. (cordelia!) # Wednesday, April 21, 2004 ( 8:22 PM ) right wing blowhards. i am bad at doing my work. i decided that i needed to hear some alkaline trio, but i lost my CDs, so i tried to remember there songs and let them go through my head. but that stopped when i wimped out and found the one song of theirs that i downloaded. day of silence was good until 8th period when the expensive camera mustve thought to itself, hey, i'll pretend i'm a piece of crap, cordelia will *love* that! ice t has a sensitive side... wtf? nah, nah, respect. (i swear i'm not a fake english gangst-AH). cordelia[, your favorite] # Tuesday, April 20, 2004 ( 9:24 PM ) watch my past life experiences turn me into a cynic. watch my past life experiences turn me into a sink. reality tv =/= real reality tv = unscripted crap i need to get a T.A.G. application. i think i need a famous person to write to, caitlin has billy collins, lucy wrote to johnny depp and i have... no one. but this situation could be much worse, i could have lost my foot in a boating accident. i am reading franz kafka as interpreted by a graphic novel artist. it rocks. (feckin rocks). if only heart of darkness was comic booky... oh well. about the day of silence: i am doing it. i wont let it interfere with my classes (i.e. i'll ask mr bergandine questions if i need to). today my mom told me about the police in her building and i asked if they smelled like bacon "bacon?" "yea you know, pigs, bacon" "oh, well i didnt smell anything" "oh" "But they werent cooked" go us. not go you. c-delia # Monday, April 19, 2004 ( 8:29 PM ) nieto last night i dreamt that tj the subbie was in love with elizabeth ford ("boy, she sure gave up henry fast," i thought") so he had this little book that was open to page 96 and a silver dollar shaped like an easter egg was dangling from it. and someone told me not to read over his shoulder, but i had the same book so i just looked at page 96. then there was an easter parade and five people were dressed up like yellow easter eggs but they couldnt walk straight because they were mentally impaired and it really bothered me that they couldnt walk straight. then they went over a bump in the road and the bump started screaming. then i woke up. very strage. very easter themed. adios. # Sunday, April 18, 2004 ( 7:38 PM ) dust that dreams of brooms. guess who's listening to kscr. me. me. me! ordinary. just for you... i dont want to be studying. which would explain the situation. CORDELIA! # ( 1:19 PM ) dear blog, 1. i need to watch summer of sam 2. i have a weird little bump in my mouth, i hope it isnt cancerous, that would blow. 3. math is so sad. hugs and kisses, cordelia # ( 12:13 PM ) he touched me first. mmm. the play is over. our house is full of food (fud). if you are in my neighborhood today, please stop by and eat some. i really like when people stop by at my house, unless it is when i was a subbie and they startle me while i'm trying to get the mail (peter, kristen, sergei...). but there is no mail today, so that shouldnt be a problem. you're dad's the duke of earl, yet you're for me... i am dead serious about stopping by. but do it soon if you're gonna. because i think we have to go somewhere at four. yea. mm. # Friday, April 16, 2004 ( 11:29 PM ) self flagellation. Say hello to the girl who: read Persepolis in one day. supressed a cough only to hack up a big wad of illness off stage is a backup singer knows it's a conspiracy but just who shot who? i like when things work out. the twentieth century is* sad. sad. sad! *is not was. tom seems thurOhly decided that I *am* a man-eater and that i take advantage of people. but what else are push-overs for? yea, good question. dont fall in love. in ending i would like to say that: Jason Green rocks socks. oh yes. yes he does. your.darling.cordelia. p.s. i have buddy icon fever, *again* tssk tssk. p.p.s. tomorrow, 7:30pm As You Like It, north attic of uni high 4 bucks. go. # Monday, April 12, 2004 ( 10:45 PM ) dear comments system, be back tomorrow or else. cdelia # ( 10:41 PM ) she starts to rock from the inside out. i want meat. so i had cheese. that didnt really help. eel=yummy. everytime i hear maps by the yeah yeah yeahs it gets stuck in my head... even if it's only 2 seconds of it. i really like singing along to the violent femmes with dan and mark. and us knowing all the words. of every song. except track 5. (yuck). cordelia # Sunday, April 11, 2004 ( 11:36 PM ) not a joy ride. who says "you look really familiar..."? apparently me. because i am the smoothest, most sophisticated girl in the history of the world. and i am not bullshitting you. honest. love and kisses, cordelia # Saturday, April 10, 2004 ( 6:35 PM ) with me in you. the offer of april 5th is off the table. that's right. that's fucking right. *everyone scrolls down to april 5th* how many f words can you say on local access? i sort of would like to see friends while my parents are out. but all i want to do is listen to the failures. and some people might not be down with that. oh well. i dont have aloneness issues. i think. i can taste like a wound. crlg # Friday, April 09, 2004 ( 11:33 PM ) if you've gotta break his heart, to make us a success, well that's too bad for him, but i couldn't care less. who knew that was my motto? tom knew. that's who. rehearsal was swell today. oodles of pages in two hours. thank you, mr. goerne. i will just say that i'd like to incorporate a lot more chest heaving. but that can be arranged. also: batia and i have a new game it is very good and could be called an anti-skill. i dont want to go to art class. it is strange when girls are catty and dislike you and point at you and whisper and you accidently turn around and see them. very strange. sixth grade girls. yuck. they are not down with the slightly bohemian ways of cordelia and tom. ie the dancing. ie the cross dance. ie the very-offensive-if-the-campus-lifers-ever-pick-up-on-my-subtle-shit dance. in short: good times. minus the stupid bouncer man. hm, he must have thought, i'll stand in front of this girl and protect her, i'll also break up the good times. they cant hurt me, mister. cordelia. # Thursday, April 08, 2004 ( 10:35 PM ) i like how when musicians without insurance get cancer we have benefit parties for them. but then again. what about the non-famous people? # ( 10:28 PM ) eat fudge banana swirl. just you and me. driver's ed today was really swell. mostly because the windows were open (despite david and justin being cold) and it was really spring-like outside. spring. hooray. my dad is coming back from d-land. mmm. good times. today rehearsal was terrible. and i became crabby and no fun. boo. then i ate. and was better, did a bit of parkour. wanted a vespa (mostly for the helmet). my new favorite game is give dan pleck communion with chocolate sandwich cookies. i think we are the only two people who enjoy this. and it is probably really offensive. mm. oh well. "cordeliapow, you never write, you never call" since when did ebay become my significant other? i. dont. know. clg. # Wednesday, April 07, 2004 ( 10:40 PM ) to lose ones virginity on a fence post fall dear chris formerly of record service, now of cafe paradiso, your four track cd is the shit. when i get my act together i will come tell you in person. until then accept these good vibes. "i meant what i said and i said what i mean, an elephant's faithful one hundred percent" --cordelia # ( 9:30 PM ) clogged. reading anonymous diaries from 30 years ago is very creepy and gives me the shivers. go ask alice doesnt count. i dont like that book. when i type about it i feel a strong urge to keep looking over my shoulder at my bed. it's under my bed. i am also listening to creepy music. this is a creepy overload. ah. clg. # ( 9:11 PM ) i only have it iced. john li and i took charge of our scene today. and it is 10x better. i think i am still sick. this thought is backed up by people telling me i sound terrible. oh well. singing along with the dead milkmen on repeat probably isnt helping. when i pull my shirt down to unbearable lows and wear the necklace i am now wearing i look like i should be on survivor. i really like when the dead milkmen sing about falling in love with a punk rock girl. but that's probably just because they have put lazy summers every teenager has into words. oh yum. loots-gollin:sims::presley:hilton eh hem. hell yes. no rad cheering for me tonight. boohoo x 10000. today my mommy and i were talking about abortion and how once i read this girl's online journal thingy and she talked about dreaming that her best friend got pregnant and crying and telling her friend that she'd never forgive her if she had an abortion. mommy: why would someone waste their energy and mind power thinking about that? so we decided that the friend was a stand-in for herself and she wasnt totally resolved on her anti-choice stance. maybe we are mean to analyze someone else's dreams. but what does one expect? publishing them and everything... oh man. grrrr. grrrrr. yesterday i looked inside someone's office and thought: this person is crazy. this person has absolutely lost their marbles. and i am probably right. also: my lip is bleeding. ar. cordelia. # Tuesday, April 06, 2004 ( 8:24 PM ) dont worry, cordelia, he just needs to take a new prescription. how sweet. today i: stumbled into french class looking alarmingly ill was caught talking to myself told ms. kovacs that someone acted as if they had a neon sign saying "asshole" flashing over their head. added three points to my chem grade threw a glass of water in b. sims' face for saying f*ggot ran out of math in a hacking fury had breakfast for dinner missed driver's ed. ALL WITH A MONSTER COLD. i am *so* accomplished. c-delia. # Monday, April 05, 2004 ( 5:08 PM ) my condition (ur) some random person: how are you? patheticlittleme: i have a monster cold srp: i'm sorry to hear that srp: you should be hanging around monsters, maybe that's how you caught a monster cold srp: or were you kissing a monster? srp: maybe that's how you caught it plm: i think the latter. plm: note to self: no more shoving my tongue down monsters' throats srp: haha so no seder for me. not even dinner with my mommy. she is taking some goy out to dinner. i could still have gefilte fish. maybe. so we (me) are all tired but when we lie down we get all clogged up and our cheekbones begin to pound and ache---> absolutely impossible to sleep ---> cordelia gets no sleep. except a little between 7:30 and 11. erlack. maybe my mommy will bring me home some medicine. cordelia # Sunday, April 04, 2004 ( 9:44 PM ) i hate when i misplace my kleenex box and have to try to find it with my head tipped back. # ( 9:27 PM ) lo-fi arrogance dear everyone, please give me a copy of the failure's self titled seven track cd. i can pay you. i am going to go recline. cordelia. # ( 7:50 PM ) knock it up a notch. i need a very strange and good movie to watch on friday. after i interview ze gays about zere day of silence. a beret-worthy event. "Halo Meester Ze Gay, what will you be doing for zis festeev day?" um. local access will be very very nice. i am sick. i like local h. i like french tv. local h + french tv = "local h live in france". yum. i have another good secret plan. cordelia. # Saturday, April 03, 2004 ( 10:35 PM ) "a cha cha" p.s. i have to give a presentation in french class about an article. please tell me a current event i should do. how did i get here? c.r.l. - g. # ( 10:31 PM ) broken heart beats faster with me in you... dear color printer: die. and be replaced, by next week, mother fucker. thanks, cordelia. so i went to art this morning and was late... of course. but it didnt matter since i was already done with my book. but it wouldnt print. on any printer. a waste of time? yes. hell yes. but then we went to see the fakhouri exhibit. he is "feckin" awesome and continues to be mysterious. what a strange strange man. also, the grownups are *not* worth my time. at all. I am doing my chem homework on a saturday night. how sad. yet necessary. boo hoo i guess. i really need ... nevermind. i had a milkshake today it was mmm mmm good. no more. clg # ( 1:00 AM ) i find it kind of funny, i find it kind of sad that the dreams in which i'm dying are the best i've ever had today was good. i have chair grease (?) on my leg. and i just showered too. gr. CORDELia. # Thursday, April 01, 2004 ( 10:45 PM ) would it've killed you to kiss me just once? i wish i was sophisticated enough to theme the mini discs i'm burning. so far: cordalene, a cover of weezer, local h, blag dahlia, and ben folds. silly me, silly girl. clg. # ( 10:23 PM ) losing you is not part of the plan. today wasnt so bad. in fact, it was really really good. except when i got home there were no lights on so i had to find a keyhole in the dark. i left something on the fridge for my parents. i hope they find it. m base L orbitals are um. yucky. i wore the wmd fairy wings and i think they're very fitting. i also played with a gun. but it was fake. 1. there is no play 2. i am not on a parkour team thing with my twin, batia 3. we fucking rock 4. we are going to get hurt 5. i like local h oh but the lead singer has a cleft chin---> devil within. oh i'm sure i can handle the devil. just this once. I have to go learn some germ(an) verbs. cordelia. # |
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