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Monday, May 31, 2004 ( 7:34 PM ) making out, under the dock 1. christopher walken rocks socks. 2. my mommy and daddy are abandoning me tomorrow... sort of. 3. i am going to go work door but hopefully not look sad and miserable because i dont like when people talk to me and won't go away. um.... kthx # Sunday, May 30, 2004 ( 11:10 PM ) happy little bluebirds hi, my name is cordelia loots-gollin: today i watched Grease improvised soup served soup to hungry people was excited about: minnesota no homework swimming i also had some guacamole, it was rad. i have papa dont preach stuck in my head. WHAT A LIFE! cordelia # ( 12:42 PM ) Piratendienst I could write you all about how our class is now the party class and how we like each other again. and how an italian scared sara, or about how all my friends see eugene mirman and i never do even though we are bethrothed. but instead i will just say: i am going to food not bombs but this is how i feel: http://www.uni.uiuc.edu/~yateswhi/mark_2.jpg --c(or)delia # Monday, May 24, 2004 ( 9:44 PM ) le tigre rocks socks i was just thinking about all the reproductive choices i will have to make in my life. so i have decided not to sleep with anti-choicers. there was more. nevermind. -clg. # Sunday, May 23, 2004 ( 5:09 PM ) and all you do is close your eyes to be someone else who never seems to lose... i dont get tired of roy g biv. ever. i do get tired of" finals math chem parents i played way too much bookworm today. so it goes, i guess. cordelia # Thursday, May 20, 2004 ( 7:31 PM ) PUKE SHIRT: the police came to my house i might do an independent study on post-colonial africa. or just 1968. maybe i can do french film study. HELLO la double vie de veronique. today was the best german class in the world! part of our test was drawing the other part of class was chasing bunnies. then tom and i went somewhere. now i have plans. AND I AM NOT THE LEAST BIT SAD (for having formed them). but oh. # Wednesday, May 19, 2004 ( 10:54 PM ) whoops. apparently i am breaking five hundred and have no fun party party for you. only that i am incredibly torn over whether to take creative writing I & II or creative writing I and film study. and that i am turrible. and that i am such a girl. so much so that i began planning an outfit out. which is so dumb. urg. bed time. # Tuesday, May 18, 2004 ( 10:29 PM ) caution: uncapped seam ripper on my floor today was full of drama and rain also: being tired and useless BUT: i found my keys hooray in a winter coat. (duh) also: i ripped up my old pair of favorite jeans. they had gotten to small. or i had gotten too big. but i think they were from 6th grade maybe they will become a skirt. i wish tomorrow was thursday. i like franka potente. i want my schedule. i hate finals. all my advertising is targetted at you. you. you. you. yeah. whatever. # Monday, May 17, 2004 ( 7:08 PM ) i smell like sunscreen the weather is great... and while the sun is out i'm sure nothing will bring me down. i cant remember my day being bad so it must've been good. i am liking not having a fence. i am also liking having all the evil fitness tests done with. people are barbequing flesh... and life is good. we have a nice bush whose name sounds like: wigelia. or something. i dont know. it's not important. peace out. # Sunday, May 16, 2004 ( 3:11 PM ) words make my mouth exercise. we still have no fence. i like the violent femmes. a lot. the other day my dad and i were driving to schnucks to buy food. and evanescence (blarf) came on the radio. my dad called it self pity rock and then told me that the lead singer needed to get beaten up by a riot grrrl. i agreed. then he told me how grrrl was spelled and what it was. thanks dad! that was very necessary. i really want to make a stencil of my face. is that too egotistical? nope. i just have very 'raw' eyebrows. uh yeah. -cordelia # Friday, May 14, 2004 ( 10:39 PM ) danke schoen... dear big show, even though i can be a terrible person, i really like you a lot. i have to run five kilometers. (how?) sometimes i wish i was a good runner. but not too often. this morning my mom made me get out of bed. but then i just went back to sleep on the floor. WHOOPS! i drank too much water. not enough VODKA. um... haha? i was thinking about how the sky looks light at night and how it used to be darker and then i thought about winters up north and how depressed everyone is so they just drink vodka all the time. i'm not sure how much of this is true. i ate ice cream. i really like songs when: 1. they count up to it 2. you can hear them breathing (gasping for air) 3. they sample talking there was a fourth reason. but not now. c-mail me the blogdex addy, please. (hello kitty eyes) you know what i'm talking about. -clg # Tuesday, May 11, 2004 ( 9:33 PM ) "i may look like a big ol' tough guy... but you know i'm soft inside..." 495 posts... wtf?! i would be lying if i said that things didn't suck right now. sort of like the cut on my lip. i just play with it all day so it doesnt heal. also, in floor hockey the puck smacked my shin. and there was a really cool puck mark. BUT NOW IT IS SORT OF GONE. this makes me sad. bruises only happen when you dont want them too it seems. do i say 'sort of' too much? yea. i have to go study so i get into rockstar school -cordelia p.s. eli (the male one)- if you get a special graduation present thank me, it was totally my idea. p.p.s. what should i do for 500? # Monday, May 10, 2004 ( 10:58 PM ) dear blog(ger), how pretty you have become. my poem, about drugs and surfing, a nice return to poetry but still rocky and sort of suck. tgarvey, sligar, bsnir and i all have lockers together for next year. HO-HE! together at last. or something. i am trying to convince ryo to get a mohawk and ben to add 2. surriously. my face is allergic to latex (mask) it seems. whoopsy. hugs and kisses, your owner, cordelia p.s. today tom told me that i was absolutely insane. that gave me a warm fuzzy feeling. [poor boy] # Saturday, May 08, 2004 ( 7:01 PM ) sexxxxx and violence. the most pointless song. but still very good. so my parents have buddies coming over. bla di bla. um... i went to schnucks and bought cat food (fud) and it was fun. buying cat food can be so exciting when you are young [and on drugs?] huh? what? nevermind. anyways, i was buying fud, and then we went to a checkout line and who should be bagging but a very nice blond boy. AND who could this be? well no one but tristan of course. he gave his girlfriend a rat once. batia wants to give me crabs. i would receive them too. and tristan didnt recognize me at first. which is really nice. considering i knew him when i was a sixth grader and like to think that i have grown a little. my throat feels really weird. i tutored refugees today. it was fun. but hectic. but i got to hear african french and that was nice. then Pipa showed up and scared a little girl with a starcraft box. (Pipa=dan pleck, and if you say it any way besides peepaw, you're saying it wrong). i am at home all day all day all night all night. so if you should happen to read this and think: i want to steal cordelia and have fun with her. do so, by all means... oh and the save sholem pool means making it bigger, better and greater. too bad it wont be finished until i am far away. oh well. time for achebe! -clg # Friday, May 07, 2004 ( 9:27 PM ) read it and weep every time i look at my sunburn it looks worse! i hate being a caucasian who lives away from the sun... or something. oh boo hoo, my shoulders are like lobsters. anyways i got my sunburn hanging out at food not bombs... pretty cool. oh yes, i am the one wearing blue plaid pants (duh). i also am suffering from all this pollen and, as i told bianca, it feels like there is a little furry creature in my nose making me want to either sneeze or cry... all the time. time for showers! -c # Thursday, May 06, 2004 ( 7:14 PM ) SEX AND VIOLENCE. my mommy likes the postal service! i like the exploited. once when i was in fourth grade our class was going to take a trip to a little community for people with developmental disorders. something to abolish negative stereotypes or something. anyways. so not many people in my class had actually interacted with mentally impaired people because in france they dont go through the sam school system... or something. anyways, only half of the class could go, so the teacher drew names out of a hat. [this was also the year that i started noticing girls having drama with each other, instead of just getting along] so both my friends, lorraine and laeticia had already had their names drawn. and there was only one spot left and we were all worried i wouldnt get it. BUT i did. then we went to the little community and visited around got a tour and ate with the students. one of the ladies in charge told me that one of the students, who was almost completely bald, had been home alone when he was little and his house caught on fire and he couldnt get out so he banged on the windows but the neighbors thought he was playing and didnt realize anything was wrong until they saw the smoke. and then he was so traumatized that his hair fell out. but it was just beginning to grow back, and he was really proud of it. so we complimented it and he was really happy. i remembered this when i was thinking about how i used to wave to my old neighbors out of my windows and yell down to them when i was thinking about our fence and how the owners of our house a few years back had put it up because they had a "crazy dog" and that the enormouse holes in the bottom are apparently from the crazy dog trying to escape... or something. i wonder what kind of dog it was. it is so nice outside i dont want to do any work. the truth just seems like a lie. i really love this weather. last night i was writing about DARE and i seem really opposed to it. but i'm not, only sort of. [insert something about the government's pot fields or something]. in first grade i went to U.P.S. they let us pick our own spelling words. so amanda and i always said our own names. and they were like "come on, you guys" and we were like "what?" HAHAHA. oh also, roses really smell like boo boo boo, not poo poo poo. i like the not-right version better. ---evolution had it coming--- Q: do i really have six toes? ... -cordelia r. loots-gollin # Wednesday, May 05, 2004 ( 6:39 PM ) i ordered you to surf... i am sad. the chem that i struggled with for a long time wasnt due today. i am tired. i am dissapointed in myself. these feelings would be little but they have been magnified because my AIM isnt working. oh boo hoo. going to find dinner... clg # Sunday, May 02, 2004 ( 6:10 PM ) "when you love resistance, you love the people of the world" -some guy on invisible ink. last night i was thinking about clarissa explains it all. yesterday i nabbed mark's jacket. now it is all political. i also added an old kitty collar tag, so now i sound like my cat. HOORAY! i have to go "study my history" now. um. oh wait, my last night: it was rainy, i was carrying mr. dork (my umbrella) and we headed off to the south quad. saw the poster children (yay) and then the melodic stripes? animate objects? then the blackouts. YAY. and marky falarky came. then jake and holly left because of some hysterical friend or what, and mark and i conversed with kris b. .disney land freak show. my summer resolution: radical cheerleading. ALL THE TIME. also: critical mass, lots. my poem for french sucks. how sad. (boo hoo). this post has been here since... a long time. better shit later. cordelia # ( 10:53 AM ) he was a slayer boi. if one of your favorite bands was gonna break up would you drive three hours to see them for forty bucks? # Saturday, May 01, 2004 ( 5:34 PM ) oh the bullshit. (all the girls i've ever known) no really. i just like that juxtaposition of words. i would like to make something very personal very public, listen up (we're all ears): mark and i are now part of a love triangle. me, him and the postal service. hooray! i'll see YOU at the blackouts. HAR HAR! -cordelia # |
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