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Tuesday, November 30, 2004 ( 10:59 PM ) A guess what book i'm reading. Yayeugh. Ok. so some of you might know how popular my cell phone is. I get people calling me from all over! but always trying for 214 but hitting 217. once someone called and i was like "wrong number" and they asked where i was and i was like "champaign, illinois." and they were like "well, at least i got the right state!" yes? whatever. anyways this guy just called, trying to call "Dart." What the hell is dart? Who is dart? I have no idea. Neither does the White Pages hmm. puzzling. yes. back to bed! cordelia p.s. best guess as to what/who dart is gets a head on a platter. or a heart. or whatever your heart desires. SURRiously. oh yeah, i had general tso's tofu for dinner. EUGH. bad. bye. # Monday, November 29, 2004 ( 10:17 PM ) today in german we started die panne. i was wirt. i had to say this word out loud: Kleinviehzuechterverband. do you know what that means?! IT MEANS THIS: the small animal breeders society. CRAZY. so obviously i had NO idea and i didnt know how to say it and i could wrap my mind around it. that was terrible, because i wanted to seem really smart so that herr w could write me a sparkling application. but i made up for it with my positive attitude towards learning! here are perfect songs for a warm rainy day: maps by the yeah yeah yeahs some song by rgb i love my cereal. bye # Sunday, November 28, 2004 ( 1:39 PM ) anger can be power if you know that you can use it/the power in my pants i am hungry. this is weird. it hasnt happened since thursday morning. i borrowed V is for Vendetta from Zoe S. last night. I have started it. It is good. Last night I was quite a scaredy cat. i kept hearing noises while i was showering. this morning i couldnt get the smoke smell out of my hair. it is faint now. but it is there. yesterday was the celebration marking zoe ginsburg's 17 years of life. and her mom's 37. COOL. i had lots of fun, they have nice friends, and i like apple cider. tom told me not to drink too much because i'd hurt my tummy. i told him not to think too much, no i didnt. i made zoe a cake. it wasnt that good. my parents left for a movie while i was making the cake. it dripped in the oven. i almost forgot to add sugar. because the pans leaked some batter landed on the bottom of the oven and caused a lot of smoke. and it was rather frightening. and then a "private number" called. and i scared myself. just because that is what i do and i am constantly living in a teen thriller starring myself. my dad has given me a nice taste of rice. i am hungry, i should eat something. my mom started V is for Vendetta. She is quite rad. here is my schedule: eat, vaccum windows, room, guinea pig (?!), yarn, and then mark is coming over to cook some mean salad. Yum. zoe was nice and lent me a green dress, sadly it is too small. just one size. but still. it almost motivates me to run really hard in fitness. actually, i have been doing quite well when i'm not bleeding (nose or otherwise). here is a small secret: i have typed this whole entry without a shirt. so i will go find one. <3 <2 <1 cordelia # Saturday, November 27, 2004 ( 5:43 PM ) i want to love you in the butt <3 <3 <3 ! i am back. people of illinois rejoice. so while we were away our cat sitter cut alice's food supply in half. OH MAN! that was awful for him. mpw je os waycjoihc. <--- that was supposed to say "now he is watching traffic." whoops! i watched Marci X in the car on the way home from iowa. I also wrote some of my paper and some of my waldsee application. ho hum! la di da! so tomorrow there had been a theoretical tea planned. and although i do not like tea it would be nice to see my buddies. but i dont know if it will happen! you see: sara has been stricken with some pandemic and i have been exposed to strep! so maybe heavy partying is not a good idea! also, i got to iowa and everyone was like "sarah [my cousin] isnt coming because we have whooping cough and she's expecting in march and her doctor was like 'NO WAY!'" and i was like "expecting? LIKE A BABY?" oh, they meant that the area, not my personal relatives, have whooping cough. didnt that get extinct a while ago? apparently not! i am puzzling over holiday presents! Specifically: who will get the most coal. I THINK I HAVE A GOOD IDEA! oh man. oh man! bye. cordelia # Tuesday, November 23, 2004 ( 10:54 PM ) .death on the nile. i miss swimming and riding my bike. both. at once. while playing the kazzoo. i would like to go on one of those long cross country bike rides. i'd be good at that. except for peeing in bushes. i wouldnt like that part. today al, shruit (not a typo) and i wrote bro a letter. i am worried that it upset him. all we wanted was some... i dont even know. i will say oatmeal. except that i hate oatmeal. and i really dont like when people cheat. together. planned cheating. how lame. and sad. and if there is a next time i might get loud and dumb! whoops! no seriously, it sucks and people are old enough and smart enough to know better. clg. # Sunday, November 21, 2004 ( 1:10 PM ) sex and violence sex and violence so i wrote that really nice entry yesterday and i only just posted it! whoops! actually, you see, i went to look out my mom's study's window and i got distracted. you know why? BECAUSE THIS NORMAL CAR DROVE BY AND THERE WAS A DEER CARCASS TIED TO IT'S REAR WINDSHIELD. AHHHHH! AHHH! i was the only person in my house to see it... but it was weird. apparently this is what you do when you dont have a pick up truck. when i lived in france we would occasionally hear stories of people getting attacked by sanglier (wild boars) because they had shot them or found them and put them in their car or brought them home and then the sanglier would wake up AND GO CRAZY. like these sanglier would FLIP OUT. AUS FLIPPEN! FAIRE LE FLIP OUT! i mean imagine that. you are driving, singing along to larusso because you are so HAPPY that you have your very own sanglier and then it wakes up and goes crazzeeeee. yeah, so once i saw a dead sanglier. it was hanging upside down. when i type crazzeeeee i think of shruti (sruti). she has my nail polish. i need it. no i dont! my knitting needles are purple. they are sooo pretty! the house next door has been bought. i wonder who will move in! i vote no to: 1. teenage boys 2. rick winkel 3. really conservative people 4. peeping toms. my cat is the cutest. time for wunch. <3!!! cordelia p.s. on friday someone told me about giving the finger to someone else. and i think about that and just laugh and laugh and laugh. # Saturday, November 20, 2004 ( 1:12 PM ) if this is not evil then evil has no meaning. i love to sleep. last night i called my dad dude. i got in the car and said "dude, what are our plans for tonight?" "DONT CALL ME DUDE." it was a pretty bad day. i benched. i like history. oooh, math is good too. (even though bro isnt in my group!) to have a lethal group you really need some combo containing: bro, al, shruti, brett or lucy. JUST MY LUCK! kris, lucy and brett and i are together at last! <3 !!! the squirrels around our house are fat. and when i say fat i do not mean phat i mean FAT FAT FAT! they have definitley been spoiled by our rotten pumpkins! my parents want to go to menards and then to lunch. but i am saying "no thanks!" so after my dad and i had some strife i remembered that emma had told me about SAT II scores being up. so we went up and looked. then we went down to the kitchen where my mom was and i pretended to be very upset: "are you using the oven?" "yes" "good, i'm going to stick my head in!" then i started crying. and then i told her my score. and then everyone was happy! **** # Wednesday, November 17, 2004 ( 8:00 PM ) oh porfavor! today herr w sort of had a "nervy b" it was sad. he was so distressed. i really want to work at german camp this summer and am trying to get all my stuff together. mmm! bath--> bed <3 today mark napped in my lap while i read rappullcciinnii's daughter. it was very nice um. also. my favorite phrase at the moment seems to be "i dont even care" and that, for the most part, is true. like the graffiti stuff in the lounge. well, first of all, it's a table. second of all, well i mean, who cares? i mean, i wish the lounge had been open, but i think all those people who were like "god damn liberals" "who did it?" are overreacting. who did it? well, i have an idea. but it doesnt matter to me. i just felt that it was such bullshit for people to immediately pin it on zoe. as lounge issues go i think that the stereo being broken is a lot worse. i am going to crank call my father now! bye bye # Tuesday, November 16, 2004 ( 8:54 PM ) "it's the way she'd bite my lower lip" sometimes. stuff is just so true. today in german we watched a movie about storm and stress, the anti-enlightenment writers. i was busy watching max rich doze when herr w made a sudden movement, ie slamming his hands on the table [desk]. and i was like "uhhhhh" then after class i asked if it was something sexual that had made him do that and it was because some dude was castrated. and now i cant even remember who. whoops! anything else? well ben sims and i were really sad when the two main characters didnt kiss at the end. i mean, everything was building up to it, the way they looked at each other, the way they touched each other, the way they dressed... and then nothing but a hug. one lousy hug! um, i really like the good life. also today during rehearsal ben tuttle did something to me and i pouted and did my entire character in a really sad way but for some reason i found this hilarious. then i couldnt remember what he did. i think it involved my play-doh snake? cordelia # Monday, November 15, 2004 ( 8:28 PM ) your palms are sweaty: i'm barely listening i have the biggest headache in the world! since 1! english! ew! this week i am trying to be super attentive in german so that herr w will write me a good recomendation. i am thinking about asking alma to write me a recommendation for waldsee. my nose is so full of blood! ew ew ew suddenly i am an invalid? yeah. something like that. clg. # Thursday, November 11, 2004 ( 7:20 PM ) the only medicine i ever needed was you. i have no idea where my english book is. funny how these things happen. i need to: type my creative writing story, study english. boo hoo. i should also make something for the bake sale. i know i need to because i wrote "el bake" on my hand. and what else could that mean? nothing. i am sad. but i dont want to talk about it. i wish i still had swim practice. fitness is painful. my creative writing story sucks. i was going to wear my winterformal dress to school but my mom is worried i'll ruin it. oh well. cordelia # Wednesday, November 10, 2004 ( 10:28 PM ) no need for greed or hunger. www.sorryeverybody.com i am tired. will i be throwing molatov cocktails in four years? i hope not. violence is sort of gross. i like the play i'm in <3. activism club should have mega parties. with huge couches. friday will be the day of pretty pretty dresses. eek! <3 <3 cordelia # Sunday, November 07, 2004 ( 11:07 PM ) could it be you? oh violent femmes. oh you. oh you. mark came over and my mom made pumpkin soup. he made charming conversation and then we played the suck my dick fuck my ass song for my father when my nana and donald were in the basement. CatGirlCool (11:29:40 PM): yarg. ... CatGirlCool (11:29:47 PM): eugh! Shrutster22 (11:29:51 PM): lol Shrutster22 (11:29:59 PM): what's with the random throught sounds Shrutster22 (11:30:50 PM): *throat Shrutster22 (11:30:52 PM): lol CatGirlCool (11:30:57 PM): that was a sound of disgusted agreement with complex life CatGirlCool (11:31:02 PM): HOW BOUT THEM BITCHES! Shrutster22 (11:31:16 PM): hehehe Shrutster22 (11:31:18 PM): hmm Shrutster22 (11:31:33 PM): what's with you and the bitches Shrutster22 (11:31:33 PM): ? CatGirlCool (11:31:58 PM): i dont know! Shrutster22 (11:31:59 PM): hmmmmmmm? i wuv ma shrooti! yawn! so, where was i? oh yeah, here: "When you smile or a frown/I’m so tired of you be’in around" ok here: 1. pumpkins 2. old pants 3. blue 4. shirley w. bush cordelia # ( 1:03 PM ) i'm not coming out until this is all over. my powers of observation are excellent. and dont even say they're not. in a few weeks someone will be like "cordelia, bla bla bla" and i will be like "uh, duh." but sometimes it sucks a little because there are no surprises. and dont even be like "well, your powers of observation arent that good because i've been sending you blank vibes and you've been unable to pick them up" because i will lay the smackdown by saying this: "i actually picked up on those, but i chose to ignore them because of the obvious analogy between your mouth and a cat anus!" oh creative writing, i love you. or as amelia would say in her excellent open genre assignment "i <3 C.W." and i'm screaming at the top of my lungs, pretending the echos belong to someone, someone i used to know last night batia was knitting a nosewarmer. i hope she gives it to me. sometimes my nose is always gold. i mean cold. this reminds me of the song i heard in the shower. about the midas touch. WHATEVS. speaking of shower, i should take one. oh, and i droped 1.06 on my fifty meter free. yayugh! cordelia # |
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