laviceanglaise

so i just did a great daughterly thing and vaccuumed some windows so that my dad could put in some nice storm windows. i didnt grumble or complain! so i was happy because most of the windows were totally fine and only one had those annoying screen bugs. BUT NOW. i look out my window and i look down and there are some little wanksters crawling around! where are they from? I DONT KNOW! but they are out of luck because they storm window is closed and i do not plan on opening my window for about four months. unless i get really hot. i'd probably just take off my pants. anyways so my theory is that maybe these little bugs came OUT of the vaccuum! because i used it a month ago to get them out of my window! oh well. soon they will freeze. that will show those wangsters.
i wanted to draw you a picture and LJ cut it, but i couldnt find something to host my images. but i am also lazy, so it wouldnt get made.

clg

p.s. there are only like five screen bugs, but they are still motherfuckers!

it's a maneira morderia meu bordo mais baixo e empurraria seus hips de encontro a meus hips e escavá-la-ia pregos assim profundamente em minha pele

ich bastele ein Schal. Schoen und "pfau?"
ich liebe Woerterbucher. liebe. liebe. liebe.
traurig dass wir sind nicht so schlau als wir denken.
ich bin nur ein bisschen Übel? oder total?!

(i am preparing for the german part of my app. and reading my diary, and feeling goood).
(noch ein Stunde)
i am terrible at sonnet writing.
i hate meter.
i like rhyme.

umm...?

so i think i'll apply to waldsee to be a jr. counselor.
here's what i'm afraid of:
1. not going to vergas
2. not finding another recommendation
3. not getting in
4. missing graduation

?
whatevs!

p.s. my windows media player deleted my playlists = god damn

a friends only entry? "schwinng!"
"why, why, why would i lie to you?"
oh gidget. oh gidget.
oh moondoggy. oh surfboard!

( El_Toro )

tomorrow:
i will be a pirate.

today:
i went to a rally for ec.

1. i will wear my shirt.
2. EC is not just for horny teenagers.
could you please stop assuming everyone is going to get married? everytime someone talks about waiting until marriage it just makes me want to never marry. i mean, a life partner and stuff sounds good. but why should i get married if gay people cant? why should i get married at all? the other day herr w was translating "bumsen" as "to bang" he thinks this has negative connotations. it could be worse. somehow, i must have been thinking corruptions, he thought that i thought that sex was never respectful, so he said that the only way it could be respectful was after you're married. and flashed his blingin' ring.
thanks, but no thanks.
if i actually cared, i might get hella offended considering the fact that my parents lived together before they were married (*gasp*). I AM THE RESULT OF SINNERS?! yeah. whatever.
so, herr w, you are a great guy, but please.
i did point out how great EC was for rape victims in class the other day. it was also really appropriate because the person in our story was full of shame from almost being raped. he couldnt deny it. or maybe he feared a liberal beat down? not from me.

um?
shit:
history test!

score:
tights and fishnets

<3 <3 <3
!!!

And I Was Wearing Pink

Sixth Street is the grossest place
I thought before I met the boy with the cut on his face
A little circle, just above his nose
Small and round, the color of a rose

Oh no, had he gotten in a fight?
I must have overreacted,
Really, it was a petty sight
His smile made me so distracted,

That I noticed the cut, but not its size
Its cause and his swerving motion, I failed to realize
Were not the results of our love drunk state
But simply the fact that he loved to skate

so ucimc reporters are being arrested.
i guess i'm just writing to say that 1. this is really fucked up and 2. i hope that they all get out of this ok
it is not ok to arrest people who are not doing anything wrong except when they get caught in the crosswalk.
oh and what up, rosario dawson was arrested.
i would be so bad at being in jail.
i am really tired.
clg

last night i woke up at 2:55am.
"hmmm," i thought, "my nose is really runny"
but then i realized that it wasnt normal nose goo.
IT WAS BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD.
and it was on my special blanky!
so i washed it and my mom got up to see what was wrong. it sort of looks like there was an angry person with and ax in my bathroom. mmm.
i tried to make an icon about this, i call it "Cordelia W.K" but it isnt done. boohoo, you have to wait!

cdelia

i am feeling really wild.
and i dont even know why!
last night i dreamed about german speaking twins. and then my dad told me i could ask them out on a date. but it was a completely nonsexual dream. in a different dream mark lived on prospect and i surprised him and he was happy and then i woke up and he was still in washington. it's sad. so sad.
tomorrow i am going to chicago. i have to get up at 7. hopefully i will not have the stupid problem where i get up and then fall over in the bathroom, that happened last time i went to chicago, and i still have a little bump. I HAVE TO GO WASH MY SAD SAD HAIR. it is sad. my bangs are getting too long so they are sort of limp and the rest is just stressed and chlorine damaged.
i am sort of sleepy. i need to get a cd player for my shower. that would be nice. then i could hear the strokes, they'd be really good in the shower.

goodnighty.

one of my top ten favorite memories is that of seeing this german reggae/ska band, propaganja, live. it was especially great because one of the singers has these great blonde ringletty curls that bounce when he skanks and he looks like he's having so much fun.

yesterday kari and i took a chair in the pool. we wanted to use it to write on the bottom.
me: "what should we write?"
k: "our name!"
me: "uhhh... which one?"
k: "oh yeah! oops, we have different names"
then she collapsed
we wrote eugene's real name on the bottom. we arent in love with him really anymore. um. he is skulky, but we have a plan. uh, top secret!
toodaloo!

star which you remember from the 90's --

*Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air
Fraggle Rock
*G.I. Joe
*Are You Afraid Of The Dark?
*Secret World Of Alex Mac
*Nightmare Before Christmas
Welcome Freshman
Space Cases
Roundhouse
*The Muppet Show
*Muppet Babies
*Eureka's Castle
*Salute Your Shorts
Hey Dude
*Legends Of The Hidden Temple
You Can't Do That On Television
*Figure It Out
G.U.T.S.
*What Would You Do?
Double Dare
*Rocko's Modern Life
*Beavis and Butthead
*All that
*Ren And Stimpy
***Clarissa Explains It All!!
The Torklesons
Pete And Pete
Stick Stickley
*Goodburger
*Angry Beavers
*Sponge Bob
*Hey Arnold
*AAH! Real Monsters
*Looney Toons
Animaniacs
*Pinky And The Brain
*The Babysitters Club
*Underdog
*Kablam!!!
(?)Gullah Gullah Island
*Richard Scarry
Dumbo's circus
Ocean Girl
*Mystery Files Of Shelby Woo (i wanna watch the old tapes)
Snick Snacks
*Dunkaroos
*Snick
*Koala Yummies
*Where In The World Is Carmen Sandiego?
*Nick Magazine
*The Goonies
Ernest movies
*Radio Flyer
*Adventures In Wonderland
*Homeward Bound
*The Adventures Of Yellow Dog
*Milo And Otis
*Neverending Story
*Who Framed Roger Rabbit
*The Lion King
*Labyrinth
*101 Dalmations
*The Secret Garden
*Pete's Dragon
****Hocus Pocus
*Land Before Time ( i hated this movie)
*Dinosaurs
*Fern Gully
*Secret Of NIMH
*Gummi Bears
*Care Bears.ew.
A Little Princess
*My Little Pony
*Black Beauty
*Rainbow Brite

there was more. but since i've started staring everything i'll spare you. (y'all). sorry. i wont ever do this again. (lie, maybe)

TODAY I WENT TO BATIA'S HOUSE.
then we went to the park.
we got there and there was some 11 year old playing. i sat on this spinny thing. and then he was like "if you want i can spin you till you get dizzy" and then he kept saying stuff like: "do you wanna get dizzy?" "do you like getting dizzy" then batia went on the curvy balance beam. and i narrated it like people do for the olympics. i talked about how batia couldnt decide between team usa and team israel, but then chose the us, lucky for them. 11 year old: "are you gymnasts?" later he asked us if we were illegal immigrants. we said yes. but whoops! his dad was a government agent who specialized in hunting illegal aliens! eegad! batia sat down on the swing and then he sat next to her, "no big deal," i thought, so i sat on the baby swing and um, hurt my hip. then he told us he was one, before fessing up to being 11. later we learned that he has a 17 year old brother. they are catholics. he told me that he'd pay me a penny to go down a slide head first. and i did. but i just realized that the little weiner didnt pay up. i also burned my tummy on the almost molten slide. what a piece of shit. anyways. after not paying me he got on his little roland brand bike, "what did you say your name was again?" "i didnt, and i have one question for you two: how'd you guys get so stupid" uhhhh... but then batia saved the day: "practice!" then he biked off into the subdivision. obviously he thought that he had had the last word. but he was wrong. because we lied. the real answer was practice and marijuana.
then i rode a sheep and we went home.
batia gave me crabs* and we played an addictive game. i also skipped it and failed at hoolahooping. then i lifted weights, we watched the xgames and drank some water. oh wait, so i didnt get my 1 cent but i did find some nice trucker's sunglasses that smell like smoke. now all i need is a mullet and a truck.
then i babysat.

cordelia

*for my cell phone!

mmk.
so now that lovely sara has given me transparencies, i can stencil something effectively. and i am thinking about doing some part of a radical cheer. maybe "radical: dont let the police know" or "riot dont diet." probably the latter. but i am definitley open for suggestions. for a while i thought about doing a "give fred a chance" shirt. but you know. that is a complex story.
it is time to put on a shirt and change a guinea pig cage. i'd really like to see your black star and bicycle day again.

gnight.

ow.
I ABSOLUTLEY HATE WHEN I WANT TO TAKE OFF A BANDAID AND IT IS HARD TO TAKE OFF. OW. OW. OW. OWWW. am i allergic to bandaids? oww. owwy wowwy. um. the show was slamming, there's one tomorrow too!

mmm, i had toast when i got home. yum!
cordelia

go to the food not bombs benefits.
friday and saturday
at the channing murray
see maggie (oiscumfuc)'s band play.
bring food, get in for less.

mmm.

today was good.
i ate a bagel at sara's.
it was so good.
and i know it was really a bajel. but oh gawd. tomorrow i'll eat a yogurt. oh things are looking good. sooo good.
oooh, and a shows meeting.
oh bed. bed. bed. bed!

i dont really now what to say to you.
maybe.
well i had a biking accident.
and i am fine.
but a little sore.
and i have a strange mark and a bruise.
i met morine's hubby dubby.
i ate a caramel apple.
do you like my new icon?
it is sort of cramped.
oh well!

i'm back.
i'm biking.
i'm ready for the dance partays to begin.
thank you all for your time.

i had fun. i spoke german. today i watched the secretary with mark. we also saw our buddy mike beard at za's.
i'm back.
my cat is wild.
i'm back.

A GREAT ENTRY!

um. i think my lymph nodes are swollen. eek.
BUT: i am leaving tomorrow
until july 25th

see you in a while.

cordelia