laviceanglaise

i dont have a planner.
hello livejournal.
pretty livejournal.
um...
here is my schedule so that i remember it:
10-12 drive
--- get receipt
1ish wash face
2:30 fahrenheit 9/11
5:45 bsnir at the fountain

today i got my hair cut and hooray it wasnt the evil bucket hat wearer. YAY! but he did cut my bangs in crazy badness and was then like "how's that?" and instead of being like, "did you forge your hair cutter's degree?" i said: "it looks a little crooked" and he agreed that it was too long. and now i dont know if i am forever holding my head at an angle or if it is still crooked but in a sort of good kooky way. but he did a good job.
i rad cheered on the quad, pulled zoe s. to shows [meeting], conversed, and then it was chilly! then my mom and i drove to picadillys (2) asking them for boxes (xob). the box we got, in the end, was too small.

i dont like to pack.

my mom and i have been saying this to each other:
"she possessed this lady!" (from The Others)
"i met some possums" (From Homestarrunner.com)
we have also been doing head movements like the guy on DeadZone. who, interestingly enough, uses a cane, but not when he runs. Go figure.
anyways, now we have a little contest (unofficial) dealing with who can use this stuff the most and when they use it. in my mind at least.

YOW.

good show.
i succeeded at being a *little* scary at door.
my new user pic is a quote by some guy with blond hair.
um. i leave sunday for a month.
yes.

a buddy with which to share dinner. ie keep me company while i eat tofu. tofu satay <3
plz

1. i deleted a sucky entry that basically said:
I SCRAPED MY TOE WHILE BIKING, I GOT A BANDAID, IT BLED STILL
I HAD TOFU SATAY
I RAN INTO BEN E
MY ROOM IS MESSY
I HAVE NO PLANNER
I AM FRAZZLED

KTHX

"All the plants have found new plots to grow in and are now bearing green fruits which will ripen within the month."

(http://www.ucimc.org/feature/display/17988/index.php)

um.

all the italy people are as good as gone.
my hair smells weird, i am tard (tired).
mark and i figured out potato salad and served it to the owners of a car with a dead battery. ie my parents.
my dad expressed dislike for the names leo and max saying that they were "names of russian jews who smoked cigars in the 1890s" (let it be known that he himself, although not a cigar smoker, is some fraction russian jew).
uhhh:
livejournal drama (affectionatley termed dramdrams [the A is soft] from this point out) is rather lame and a waste of time. i think i just said that so i could say dramdrams. ummers.
i want a rotation meter for my bike.
if those exist.

YES.

and all the simple things are simply to complicated for my life

so i wanna be like the girl in le tigre. i havent eaten meat for two days. and it might just stay like that if my parents stop cooking so much of it. but it's too early to consider myself a vegetarian... and this is probably just a passing phase that'll end in a few days. or when i go to minnesota.
bla bla bla!
bla bla!
bla!

dumpstering is a rush?

cordelia

you know you want my new user pic.

also: my room is messy and sad. boohoo!

cause i've got wheels and you want to go for a ride.

i am sure the magnetic fields would kick my ass, but all i can find is a cover of them by the kings of convienence.

\sometimes my friends make me so angry. how can they judge me when they dont know the real me? they say all these things and are so insensitive. they hurt me deep inside every day. none of them care about me, how could they? /

WHOA THERE. arent you glad that wasnt me? it was all fake, i just wanted to act melodramatic and stupid to use foil (making someone seem better by comparing them to something bad) so you'd be like: "WOW, cordelia is swell!"
but i probably all lost oodles of you at foil.

nevermind!
today ms. miles brought in baby pictures of her grandson and we all cooed over them.

also during 8th period julie, ben s., matt f. and sometimes shruti sat around. i think we mostly talked about cum and genitalia. OH and david b. was there also. HOORAY!

also: i told tom that i lost my virginity to an octopus, BUT I WAS TOTALLY LYING, good times.

ok, so now i have secured the magnetic field's version. and the vocals are lovely. but there is also this squelchy noise like someone in wet galoshes. like my hearts in wet galoshes.
today i told herr w that i wouldnt marry a spice girl, (because they are too old), AND suddenly i am a lesbian. or maybe bi. which, we all know, means sexually hungry and promiscious [in his book]. he also said: "i'm a pimp"

GOOD TIMES. and alyssa and david and i played games. no diggity (whatever that means), no doubt.

this is long. we are having pizza for dinner and i am having an affair. not true! unless by affair you mean terrible chem final tomorrow.

hugs and kisses (unless i dont like you),
cordelia

this just in:

i could not care less.

not one fucking bit.

the end.

i am very excited
about summer plans
summer secret plans

a car alarm is going off

the police stopped by my house to investigate a crumpled up and stained shirt on our yard. it was reddish so my dad called them. it was probably just puke... champaign police seem nicer than urbana police (who came into a show at the IMC with those long police flashlights and were looking for someone who "threw a bottle" um... were they hoping to find someone with a shirt saying "bottle thrower?" yea... i dont think so).

um it is still going.

today mr butler said something about a puppet government. and then said: run by ----? and i said puppets. AND I HAVE no brain. Whoops!

cordelia

so things were really shitty

and now i might not be able to do french at the u of i... bad? NO. this is pleasing. i mean, i would like to take that class. but my father was mean to me about doing chores. and now he is all squirmy and mad at the french department. and i mean, i want to take it, but i am also very laughified.
and now i am enjoying the musical stylings of roy g biv

so once upon a time my blog was on blogger's most recently published and this guy AIMed me. and was like "awesome blog... bla bla bla" a fan.... anyways. i buddylisted him and then i go back and think "who tf was that?" so i AIM him and am like: "this is cordelia, you're on my bl" "cordelia?" "yea, who are you?" and then he concluded that he didnt know me and blocked me.
so i thought he was a fucker. and he probably is. OH WELL. his blog is plain mediocre. and THAT is THAT.

a list:
1. i would like to go to the desert
2. i would like to be in a short film
3. i would like to go to bed.

so i do.

cdelia

things i find the most interestingly sick about people's blogs:

"but they dont know me. not the REAL me, at least." or something like that.
bla bla bla.
those make the best entries.

ms. kovacs thinks i want to take two semesters creative writing because i dislike ms. ridenhour. THIS IS NOT the case.

confession: i air drum sometimes

here:

http://www.nmsu.edu/~safety/images/signs/sign_careful-no-brain1-lg.gif

well you know that i want your loving
but my logic tells me it's never gonna happen
and then my defenses say i didnt want it anyway

but you know sometimes i'm a liar

tell me who's brilliant if they ^ are not.
and i meant klimt, not klimpt.

in case any of you havent noticed, i have a very nice Klimpt icon that says "mais oui"

violent &*(@^# going down
lockdown lockdown lockdown reporting

i miss big show already...
but now i have time for homework.

thursday will be my return to post cafe with the kid and possibly lockdown.
i hope it's still going on.

oh well if it isnt.

cordelia

p.s. i am going to go eat spanish rice now.

today in pe we played 500 with a frisbee
and that made me think of playing it at german camp
(and i know i sound like the biggest dork)
but minnesota is really my place
air conditionning just isnt my thing
and even if it was.
anything for speaking like those germans.

oh man.
1. i am having lots of sexual tension. but i cant really describe it or make this friends only or anything. one day it will explode, and you'll see what i mean.
and gosh, that day'll be soon.

2. mschnuer and i wrote stuff we needed to remember all over us. and his stomach is funny.

3. i was mean to jack because i wanted to hear emily sha. then she walked away. oops.

bla bla bla.

-cordelia

this weather is great.
i am dumb.

today i was very active. i just realized that my undergarment makes noise. i find this quite funny. i showed my mommy. she was taken aback. i just wrote a poem called "Trainspotting meets Gidget" about drugs and surfing. i am not worried about people hearing my undergarments because i talk so much that i probably drowned them out.

oh well.

imagine the best post this journal would've ever seen
then imagine me being like "ooh, different moods"
then imagine me fucking up
then imagine this sucky post.

sucks for you!


p.s. i am just picking random moods for fun

p.p.s. vote cordelia for sfac

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