[MONDEC102001|03:47 p.m.]

| fleet street looked everywhere! |

"...'Changes will be part of the process of making a great Britney movie,' said a studio exec. 'She will sing, dance and cavort in skimpy clothes, just like her fans expect her to.' Test audiences felt the 105 minute film went on for too long. " - rapidfax, on test screenings forBritney's new movie 'crossroads.' this is entirely too funny. did this kome out of somebody's mouth?
[bono vox: where's your head at? - basement jaxx]

[SATDEC82001|10:43 p.m.]

| my girl had a probable cause |

so i'm exhausted. i said i'd go straightaway to bed when i got off work. but my brothers are at a sleepover. so mp3's at any volume! my speakers buzz like a maniacal windowlicker w/ a chainsaw, so i've got to turn my music up pretty loud to drown it all out. this usually konflicts with both the location of the komputer [upstairs hallway] and my preferred mp3 listening timeslot [just as my brothers are going to bed....metres away...]

i worked with cherakee for the first time, today. man i knew it was a bad idea. i knew 3 of us krazines kouldn't work together. cherakee was bending over to sneeze at one point and i was walking behind her and her butt bumped me and she busrt out laughing and forgot to sneeze [or bark her 'puh' if you want to get literal]. and then of kourse, our grade 7 english teacher was in the store and our current drama/grade 10 english teacher was in the store simultaneously [khrist...i was like "colleen, no matter what you do, do NOT make a grammatical error ..."] and it jsut so happens that at one time or another we have both almost kaused the grade 7 english teacher's death. me, by accident, cherakee on purpose[EVIL]. too much laffing. i knew this would happen. we work together tuesday.

this will [KROSS FINGERS] be the last entry until AFTER exams. i WILL unplug the internet. sorry...try and keep it together in my absence. smile jamie.

who knew white pantyhose were extinct? and in bridgewater? hick kapital of the universe....

i feel really gross. i feel like if i eat anything i shall vomit, yet i feel like i need to eat...i don't know. i feel weirdgrossunkomfortable. probably the celery. fucking celery....
[bono vox: supply and demand - the hives]

[FRIDEC72001|11:25 p.m.]

| favorite petal of the flower |

"this is an interesting story of how you are in my project. since robin is majoring in elementary education, she has a thematic unit [meaning theme with 5 lesson plans] due in her language arts class today. her theme is on friendship and her grade level she chose for her lesson plans is first. so on my first lesson plan i have something called a "circle chart" where in the center is a small circle [which is where my theme "friendship" is written] then revolving around the circle are other circles and on each circle i put a topic.."places you go with your friend" "things you and your friend like" "things you and your friend dislike" etc. and the kids would fill out the spaces underneath each topic. i thought just making the chart was rather boring so since the chart looked like a flower i decided to cut it out, paste a green stick on the back, and place in a small flower pot. instead of writing friendship in the small circle in the middle i decided to paste a picture of one of my friends....and what do you know? i look up on my bulletin board in my room and who do i see? leen and amanda's photos which are just the perfect size. lol. so i cut off the picture of just leen from the photos and stick her in the middle of my flower as the center and completed the topics according to leen and robin's likes and interests. i held it up in front of my language arts class today in college and everyone was like "OOOOoooOOO that's soooo cool!!!" and my friend denise asked me who that was in the picture "that is colleen, she is tres cool." but i was majorly pissed because i wanted to read all the little topics and stuff aloud but i didn't get to do that since many people still had to present their ideas for lesson plans.

anyway the topics: something you and your friend like: the movie "bandits", hello kitty, brit bands. that was my favorite petal of the flower.

my teacher went on and on about how she liked my little idea and how cute the flower was. colleen got me an A? rawk. "

robin would make me kry if i knew how. good going lady, you warm the kockles....

in other news i am sort of figuring out math from september [one day, domain and range will be at my mercy] and making headway with my brothers lists thanks to robin and my own winamp playlist [shush]. THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH FEMALES ON THERE. i put one polly song. i need female songs that won't make them sissys. i konsidered other pollys but they're all too much about love or she's jsut too psychotic. hole? somehow i think not. female songs that are female-centric that would appeal to 7 and 8 year olds. hmmm....
[bono vox: romeo - basement jaxx]

[FRIDEC72001|07:35 p.m.]

| rose is my colour |

the holy napkin? and why does jesus have an afro? ...hmmm...only 24 cents? i must repress an overwhelming urge to buy this for sarah. because i feel bad re: the demise of her beloved peanut-shaped thingie.
[bono vox: angelene (live) - polly jean]

[FRIDEC72001|06:19 p.m.]

| and i left her because she was plain |

[WEDDEC52001|06:49 p.m.]

| darling, your head's not right |

haha. i'm lightyears younger than robin. what the hell would i know about poe's sonic sessions? and as far as i know, excite is not going under ebcause just yesterday i klicked something that said they were under new managedment and i transferred my stuff...and...stuff. robin, robin. i'll wrap your gift tonight (let's hope) after i wrap mum's birthday gift. she's 46 tomorrow.

ummm...at 4:30 i left the house to do errands and brought my kameras (bad idea) it was overcast and getting dark and i KNEW it. i bought polaroid film yesterday and i've already used one of them. of those 10, 5 turned out. and i found the shitty 200 iso general purpose film mom bought and used it because AGAIN i have failed to seek out mr. matthews and buy film from him. and none of those pictures will turn out...it was fucking DARK outside. but i took em anyway. what a fucking fuckhead.

ok this new worst witch is on YTV's on mondays and it's something like 'worst witch at wyrdsister kollege.' there's NO mention of it on ytv.com. and someone might be sending me pictures of this guy. the character's name is hobbes, but no one knows the actor's name. i_am_so_pathetic.

jamie played me supergrass for me! i'm her favorite fucking bean, so y'all back off. i went to the website last night and wanted to lsiten but didn't, kos i'm wary of those kind of things. and i searched the website for jamie's name but kouldn't find it. oh hey...jamie and i have the same subject ehading. OH WELL. i'm not changing mine, biotch. i am killing jamie loudly with my redness. muhaha. where is this other redness that you speak of, jamie? speaking of red it is TIME to dye my hair again. the red w/ orange is pretty much auburn w/ yellow.

wait a second...have i missed the santa klaus parade?!?!?! i HAVE, haven't i? noooooooooo. i'm such a dissapointement! i NEVER let this happen!

i'm starving and there is no food. they've started playing insane xmas karols in the office, that kan be heard over the PA when announcements are being made: we're rubbing off on them.
[bono vox: the - strokes]

[TUESDEC42001|08:58 p.m.]

| we told the truth |

so the form is working. i know now that robin wants my hair (what prompted this, my friend? have you ever even seen my hair in it's full glory?) and...sarah babbles incoherantly. yep. but we still love her.

i think the yearbook staff should add a 'best student announcement' kategory to the who's who in february. there has been a reawakened interest in student announcements at our school, and i don't think i'm entirely wrong in saying that we're responsible for this p.a. renaissance. and of kourse, we try to shoot beyond the "hey travis are you going to the sockhop" "sure am!"...we koined the improbable but popular (among the yearbook editors) "i_buy_year_book". and today we did an announcement for our xmas play that has really raised the bar, in my opinion, at elast. it's totally funner to write the announcement FOR people and then kommand them to go down to the office and read it. jake and cherakee sat there doing homework while amanda and i plotted their lines, knowing that it wasn't US who had to read them. amanda had the good idea to actually USE our script, instead of getting jake and cherakee to do their characters krazy voices but with new lines. and we changed the part where arthur felton [jake] is lost and mrs wood the elderly kleaning lady (cherakee w/ her priceless 'feeble senior citizen' voice...haha.) tells him where he is ["i'm mrs wood the kleaning woman. this is the opera house"] to "i'm mrs wood the kleaning woman. this is an announcement. you're interrupting." arthur is supposed to chuckle and say "yes yes...my first visit to syracuse in a long time" but we had him say "yes yes...my first visit to the office in a long time." holy leaf of adam it was hysterical. and then jake did the cheesy information bit and cherakee ended the announcement saying that she would attend sunday, but right now she's got to go klean the kafeteria to give 'poor publicover' a break." because the mess in the kafeteria is the kurrant uproar. mr. publicover getting on the annoncements and saying the kafeteria is not your locker etc etc. and it was funny kos publicover was in the office when it was announced and he was like thumbs up. anyway yeah...i don't know why i'mr ekapping: you weren't there and you don't find it funny and you don't udnerstand. but i was, i did, and i do. kiss mine.

Nottinghamshire's Sherwood Pines/June 15th, North Yorkshire's Dalby Forest/?...these are pulp tour dates. kan you believe that? they're playing FORESTS. ohmygod. i want to go to a pulp forest koncert! how kick arse of them! it would be weird tho:
"hey...which once's jarvis? is that him over there in the brown suit and green accessories"
"no, that's jsut a really skinny tree." heh we don't kall him stick thin for nuthin'. but holy hell 'nottinghamshire's sherwood pines' sure sounds like robin hood to me.

while babysitting last night, i was forced to watch 'worst witch' and apaprently they have a new teenager version. adn there is THE hottest gothy guy. i'm kruising the YTV website like a buffoon lusting after the vampiric british guy. shows you how much i love my vampiric blokes.

i guess you kould say that you kan't see the jarvis for the TREES! heeyuk. ....somebody restrain me. i need to be stopped.

remember; jsut as long as you all like me the best. that's why i pay you the big dollars.
[bono vox: kiss kiss - stella soleil (in head)]

[Tuesday, December 4, 2001|03:11 p.m.]
no fucken fair:

If I was a work of art, I would be Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa. I am extremely popular and widely known. Although unassuming and unpretentious, my enigmatic smile has charmed millions. I am a mystery, able to be appreciated from afar, but ultimately unknowable and thus intriguing. Which work of art would you be? The Art Test

but the mona lisa is pedestrian and ugly.

jamie is my gangly/awkward best friend. i'm stumpy/awkward.so it all works out, it's all good.....man i missed asyouare so much. cos yay! things used to be happy! i miss soul kitchen. we are now souless kitchen. livejournal has stolen them. but it hasn't stolen mine. as the only fully souled one left, i will fight to get your souls back. i'll play a game of crokonole with livejournal, and if i lose he kan have my soul, if i win i get all my friends souls back. just like in bill and ted's excellent advenutre. but wait...maybe we should play monopoly, becuase i am a far better monopoly player than crokonole. but i ramble and aim to say 'soul' as many times as possible. also, getting off the komputer means going to work. erk. i miss my belle and sebastian cd. i have one still but the other is losted in my room. and i like sinister better than strap. and i seriously seriously love these kids MORE than i give them kredit for. they're right outside my top 5...but only because my top 5 kontains approx. 8. no wait, hang on a sec:

1. supergrass
2. blur
3. hole/pj harvey
4. fiona apple
5. rufus
and belle and sebastian is either tied for 4th or 5th w/ rufus and fiona. i fucking HATE denoting value to my interests. this is not a resume man, this is my musical DNA. and if you do recall, DNA is in a strange and unexplained pattern. we just don't know. i'd rather put them all in am empty barrel of monkeys kontainer, shake and let 'em fly around on the karpeting. land where you land, my friends. some of you will not land rightside up. but that will be ok. that is what life is like.
[bono vox: simple things - belle and sebastian]

[SUNDEC22001|10:24 p.m.]

wait! it works! it was in my inbox the whole time. jesus collen, stop fucking up....

my hair is long enough that you kould date me like a tree. every 6 inches approx. stands for a year. i kombed it out tonight. if i kut my hair, people will turn away from me in droves. they'll drop me like a freakin' malaria blanket. In It For The Follicles.

colleen, we love you for your hair. Don't Ever Change (....Your Hair)
[bono vox: avon - queens of the stoneage]

[SUNDEC22001|10:07 p.m.]

so. the form MIGHT work. i'm refreshing my inbox maniacally. i KNOW it'll show up. at least i didn't go to the weird password page. i went back and looked @ the kopy/paste and it worked then. i noticed it was missing a line. i have filled that into what amanda did, and now we wait...

the n has like, elephantitus. but that's not really a problem in the grand scheme of things. just WORK for fucking fuck's sake.

i was giving james a bath this evening, and as i'm running the tub, he wanders in naked as a frigging egg and i do a double take [not because he's naked. the child rarely ever has klothes on...] because he has an upperthighful og gum. i was like "child how did you manage THAT?" and he said that one day this week he was trying to smuggle gum past mum into bed, so he put it down his pants, and mom quickly discovered it [duh retard...you've got to get into your pyjamas ...don't think she won't notice...] but not in time, because it was all over him and the inside of his klothes already. so i grab the soap and attempt to get it off but i soon realise the extent of it...and make him scrub it off himself because i have limits. if he gets gum on his frigging penis, than that's his problem. i was not put on this earth to de-gum my brother's krotch.

ok i don't think it works. it's been 20 mintues now and nothing has arrived in my inbox. skldjalkga;glk.

sarah how did you get your playlist to appear like that? it was so kool to go through and be like "hey i have that! good taste sarah!"

laura had her band over for guesstures. i don't think i kould illustrate the hilarity of this. SO many levels...
[bono vox: find yourself another girl - the hives]

[SUNDEC22001|02:19 p.m.]

| wenner + jagger = 5 star review |

so...it looks like it works, but it does not. something about a password. my bravenet password? what does that have to with anything?

and jes sarah i did not mean whole entire spins. those things used to be as thick as the bible. i don't know what happened to them now. they're skinny and not as good. spin has an eating/quality disorder. i remember back in grade 8, i would spend entire saturdays and sundays jsut reading and re-reading and re-reading again my spins. and finding something new and hysterical everytime. what went wrong? i have bought 2 spins since 2000 (fiona apple and kurtcobain/grunge). and now i have this infernal rolling stone subscription which thankfully ends this month. i don't knwo what i was thinking. i think because it was cheap, and because my brotehrs wanted me to order a magazine from their magazine sales thinger. i read an article yesterday that said "birds wouldn't even shit on rolling stone nowadays" and i laffed laffed laffed.

my mom wants me to venture into the krawlspace and find her xmas music. and i do not, kan you tell?
[bono vox: - ]

[Sunday, December 2, 2001|01:09 a.m.]

| done. but not dusted. (gonna be thirsty tomorra) |

fixed by amanada. now you may feedback to heart's kontent. submit mix cd suggestions PLEASE msut get that sorted away. add to liiiiiiiist. please?

r.i.p alex's poor little feet. is it jsut me or has the klock said it's 12:16 since...well 12:16 i guess. why does that other thing say 1:09? father time MAKE UP YOUR MIND.

andrew is a rocker, james is a punker. i tried to gel their hair into devil horns/mohawks tonight before i put them to bed to make them laugh. andrew wanted to know the difference. i sagely told him he'd know when he's older. james had his first sort of hockey game tonight. he's novice one, they mixed novice 2 and 1 together equally and they palyed a game. james' team won, with 9 points (to a paltry 2. SCOFF). four of which he scored. he's a little bitchin' gretzky and we're so goddamned proud.

there is a mitten in my bra.
[bono vox: - ]

[SATDEC12001|05:09 p.m.]

| hug a welshman |

malkmus! malkmus! haha. that was a good wedge, my friends. the boy's got taste. i enjoy the ess dog video muchly. and favorite part was at the ends when he was like "i'm stephen malkmus (PAUSE) ...from the jicks." woman, you were SO about to say pavement. don't deny it. leenie knows...leenie knows....

kat power is fucking hot and uncomfortable. and not a good dancer. which is good. all i know is the robot...and i bust it out with pride at all times.he played kat power! turbular. turbular? damn straight...

and they palyed queens of the stone age, which is also turbular and funny. cos i listeded to the lost art of keeping a secret the other day and then downloaded a bunch. and it was weird...cos audiogalaxy recommended jj72. i have yet to see the major similiarites between jj72 and queens of the stone age. besides volume. and maybe hints of a very masucline femmeyness.

but i ramble. god bless the welsh. what a delightful people they are. i should start homework. alas...
[bono vox: ymaelodi a'r ymylon - super furry animals]

[FRINOV302001|11:13 p.m.]

| what the fuck have i done? |

mofo, what hath i wrought? i jsut wanted something for while gbook.nu is being interrogated by the fucking cia...man i used to be able to do email forms in my sleep. and now i've fucked up my tables as well. someone fix. PLEASE.

tired. and i meant that, well...i realise things would be a lot easier if i didn't automatically assume my friends are all sharpening butcher knives behind their backs, advancing upon my poor hapless karkass with bad ideas on the front burner. you people are not supposed to be such devious characters. you're 'friends'. but you just trying telling that to colleen. and she'll have two words for you: "krystal" and then "michelle." and i feel that things aren't right, i thought maybe we should jsut talk. i kould be wrong and overly paranoid. in which kase, fine. but in kase not i thought i should be mature for once. i think this is how it started last time... and i'm sorry for saying this here because as a rule i don't air laundry but in all honesty i'm deadalive on my feet. too tired to even klick on icq to check for you...

and may i reiterate that i am NOT a monster, BUT: why is everyone all surprised that george harrison died? the man was KLINGING for so long, i think it's a blessing. my mom was like "i kaught the end of the A&E biography on poor george harrison...did you know that he died?" i was like "all things must pass mum.....". everyone please trust me: it's alright that he died. don't fret children, don't fret....all things must pass.
[bono vox: take it or leave it - the smokes]

[FRINOV302001|03:49 p.m.]

| 'a hustler in a good way' |

say what you will - but the woman is entertaining

anyway. yes, i forgot. the stats, as promised:
nicolai fraiture = alex rogers (quieter, reserved in komparason, seems too refined to keep such kompany, runs w/ freaks but isn't one, kontent to watch)
julian casablancas = jake macdonald ( cocky arrogant bastid. somehow lovable. )
nick valensi = cherakee stoddard (heartbreaker/lovetaker. ethiopian legs. occasionally makes no sense. the only willing matinee idol in the group )
fab moretti = amanda rhodenizer (because she wanted to be. and so she kan masterbate and say she had sex w/ fab moretti. barheep.)
albert hammond jr. = colleen hennan (because i wasn't fab moretti. i guess kos albert is a little jokester. the group is zany on a whole, but albert was zaniest? i dunno, ask cherakee.)

rose = cherakee stoddard (occasionally makes no sense. lovably and acceptedly klueless and innocent. worries more than her fair share.)
blanche = alex rogers (slut of the world. haha just kidding alex. but in komparison to the rest of us virgin mary's, you're practically harriet the harlot. you're basically the only one ehose getting any, so immedietely you're a bitch ass ho in our books...)
dorothy = amanda rhodenizer (occasional bouts of bile and brattery. penchant for glowering, when a smile would do)
ma = colleen hennan (bitterer than needs to be. sarcastic, caustic, insulting with nothing good to say about anyone.)
br> well now that i've insulted all my friends (and ripped my own ilac to shreds) and they won't ever speak to me again, i hope you've all had a hearty wee laugh. and if jake is feeling left out from the golden girls scenario...then he kan be stanley, dorothy's ex.

i have to walk to work, as the van is out of kommision again. i'll go early and see if i kan find the sole kopy of the strokes cd that ellen so helpfully hid for me. it's suppsoed to be behind either steely dan or tina turner.

my left arse cheek says bootay, and my right arse cheeks says licious. the male teachers at my school are so lecherous, but we bait them. what suckers....there is no better platform to advertise than a protruding part of the female anatomy. my chest said 'like spinning plates' [i think i was the only one who thought that was funny...] and the kaboose read bootylicious, and i taped ovaries and fallopian tubes to my...ovaries and fallopian tubes. fridays are insane. kos when we have spares we just say fuck it, we're burnt out grade 12s if we kan't roam around the school in sleeping bags, or wear cheerfully offensive signs then why kome to school? if they don't throw pep rallys for us, we'll rally 'em in our own ways. show some love for the freaks, yo.

i work til 10 tonight and then again at 10 tomorrow morning...that's probably too late, but amanda i think i should like to see you. hear you. talk with you, to you, in your ear, up your ass...i dunno. erk..perhaps you have plans. i forget that sometimes i must get in the queue with the rest of her worshippers at the temple of amanda, just like a kommoner. sigh. yes. no special status for miss leen. but yes, i think we need to konverse amanda. it's long overdue. and like always, you bring it up, kos i'm chickenshit. or else just extremely, overly suspicious of my friends.

i'm not sad about george harrison dying. i think death suits him. i'm not a monster damnit.
[bono vox: sourtimes - portishead]

[THURSNOV292001|08:43 p.m.]

| pick up your heels on the konkrete |

all is good, blur is in the studio. and also how delightful

i'm buying my xmas kards this weekend. i have NO ONE'S address. robin jsut emailed me hers along w/ her VHS selections but jamie (who met the strokes? or something?) sarah etc...je n'ai pas. that was such horrible french grammar, and not terribly korrect, but if we rekall colleen never did very well in the klass, despite her enjoyment for the language.

anyway...krisis krisis krisis. i was redoing andrew's xmas list w/ him tonight (cos corky threw up on his original. good aim, corks.) and guess what the boy asked for: nickleback - silver side up. the horror, the horror. i've been toying around with the idea of making each of them a burnt cd. i'm leaving soon and won't be able to strongarm their tastes from afar. i thought i wouldn't have the time but i got my exam schedule today and i write fewer exams then i thought. and i've almost already got a good tracklisting going. but i want imput. regarde:
andrew: smooth criminal - alien ant farm (i have to), kapitalism stole my virginity - tinc (if mom's ok w/ him singing because i got high, then he kan certainly go around singing kapitlaism stole my virginity), clint eastwood - gorillaz (they borrow my gorillaz cd quite a bit), last nite - strokes, some beastie boys from hello nasty...

james: april fools - rufus wainwright (awww. he used to LOVE my rufus cd...) clint eastwood - gorillaz, hey boy hey girl - chemical brothers (the child loves the hamster dance. i'm going more electronic w/ james)

ok..andrew likes catchy bouncy things. not necessarily poppy, but something you kould bop your head to...or in his kase, "dance" around in his room to so that the china shakes in the dinig room. what a spaz. he enjoys my gorillaz cd, supergrass (especially i should coco - the punkier, faster cd), he klaims weezer. he's been watching much music as of late. he thought he liked alien ant farm (jsut smooth kriminal) and now he thinks he likes nickleback. we kan't let this happen. i suggested he put sum 41 on his list. if mum won't buy it for him i'll put their 2 songs on it. he likes the radio friendly singles...but not necessarily radio friendly bands. like, i KNOW he'll love ksmv. he's an indie boy at heart, cos when his friend nick komes over, nick shows off (nick has advanced musical tastes for an 8 year old kos he has an 11 year old brother. this is why andrew wanted treble charger. barf. ) and then andrew in turn tries to show off by borrowing my cds etc. by rights the child should be kooler than nick, kos he has a 17 year old badass for a sister. now that i'm leaving soon i am realising i have done these poor boys wrong. i should have taken a more active role in their musical tastes.

james on the other hand has 2 cds to his name: fred penner's happy feet and travelling tunes. at 7, he feels he has outgrown them. agreed. he isn't as interested in music as andrew (which makes sense. my mom couldn't kare less about music while my father is fanatical about it, would spend his last dollar on music and basically likes disco, pop, kountry, klassical, even native american music. the man is diverse. andrew and i take after him, whereas kathryn and james take after mom) he enjoys supergrass as well, and used to borrow my discman when he was younger and listen to, of all things the grandiose and pastoral sounds of rufus wainwright's first cd. he is now addicted to the hamster dance. i'm thinking i'll go commercial-y electronic/dancy. fatboy slim, chemical brothers...MAYBE aphex twin (he might get a kick out of where's your head at)...MAYBE air (andrew used to love sexy boy)...i don't know. suggestions and feedback PLEASE. i think either of them would like the strokes but kan't get them to listen seriously. even some older things would suffice. i want ACCESIBLE music, but not necessarily mainstream. no homo/women bashing, no swear words if possible.

jake and cherakee are at the mall? on a school night? the week before EXAMS? where's their head at? have i suddenly turned into miss studious schoolwork because i kan't stop tsk tsking "ottawa? in NOVEMBER of grade 12?" "a weekend in NB? the weekend before DAILY NOTES are due?" what the hell is the world koming to when colleen....irresponsible, lackadaisical, chronically lethargic and apathetic, and notoriously short attention spanned colleen hennan is bringing everyone to task in a matronly fshion over their sillyness in the weeks before our exams. my mother has really scared the shit into me about grade 12 xmas marks. but then again...all my friends have higher marks than me. they don't need to push for that 90 cos they're already there. stupid mofos....(that also happen to be my friends. damn those ratbastards.)
[bono vox: my happiness - powerfinger]

[WEDNOV282001|06:40 p.m.]

| have you been screenin' your smokes? |

ok. perhaps i should klarify: if you want a freakin mix vhs go to the freakin' mix VHS page i made read for a bit, and then either email your selections/requests, what you might trade me or if you're still lost then email a question or something. because 10 decatrillion bazillion people hath expressed itnerest and then jamie was the only one who emailed me. she shall make me a mix cdr (i posted a list of songs that i would maybe like...). i know i don't have the entire list of stuff i've got, but i'm really sorry i'm insanely swamped.

today in crs i was working on my island of lesbos powerpoint presentation, and i was looking for a picture of ellen degeneres [hee. for the 'the end' page. except my the end page says lesbians rock and has a krazy ellen degeneres picture on it...ha.] so i typed her name into a search engine etc etc...and went to a page kalled the ellen degeneres internet fan klub or something. anyway, we're not supposed to have the sound on...but whoever used the komp before me put the sound on, and before i know what's happening a song [i'm guessing the theme song to her show...but i don't know. check it out for yourselves] komes blasting out my little imac. i have no idea what to do. amanda komes running over and shuts it off for me, but not before the klass is going "what the hell? whose imac was that? WHAT was that?" and i just try to laugh quietly. but as we know, i don't do that very well.

almost done daily notes. he didn't check them today, so i'm sprucing them up. and then i kan check them off my list!

holy mcgod. this song is so long and so incredibly good. his name is so unfortunate, tho. it rhymes! you kan't have 2 rhyming celebrities. someone's jsut got to change it...and since ryan kame last...
[bono vox: nobody girl - ryan adams]

[TUESFEB142040|11:29 p.m.]
my eyeballs hurt. manada, where arrree you? i forgot my glasses at work and i need you to bring those b&w pictures of me to school when you next put in an appearance. poor daddy, sent me his xmas list and it consists of:
a) a car blanket and
b) my GRAD PICTURE in a NICE FRAME.

poor man. there is no grad picture. take it up with my mother....with your permission i shall blow up [maybe develop myself] one of the ones you took of me during the summer, until a truce is kalled and grad pictures are taken.

those paragraphs were due today. global test easy. the end. back to the island of lesbos i go...
[bono vox: blahblahyaddayadda - jj joudrey]

[SUNNOV252001|11:47 p.m.]

| in someone elses' notebook |

i remember what was diskoncerting about tinc's appearance on the wedge [mostly because i've rewatced it 12 decatrillion times. heeeeelame.] it was the fact that there was this socialist who kept saying 'sweet'. now, i don't kare how good he looks in a turtleneck, 'sweet' is as kapitalistic as it gets. the katchphrase of tv's former hottest [and "kontroversial"] show, it was on the forehead of every little whore, as you like to say,... tee shirts, movie posters, talk show appearances and multi-media kameos, pull string dolls and the whole bamboozle.

favorite part of the ksmv vid: the dennis belly shots. booyeah.

i have realised that i have 8-9 months left to turn my rugrat little brothers into left leaning, politically aware, homo-loving, girl respecting, socialists. somehow, i think buying 'now 6' for james for xmas isn't going to help...

the 4 friends as sloan (sorry jake):
andrew scott = cherakee stoddard (hot and knows it. aloof. thematic art. functions outside group. stares at selves during entire music videos)
patrick pentland = alex rogers (quiet reserved and talented. anchor.)
jay ferguson = amanda rhodenizer (kompact zanymobile. forever 3.)
chris murphy = colleen hennan (never.give.a.microphone. or an audience. or any forum in which attention is administered and talking is required. will never get microphone back.)

next issue: the 5 friends as the strokes (as soon as the details are ironed out), and the golden girls.
[bono vox: kapitalism stole my virginity - tinc]

[SUNNOV252001|10:28 p.m.]

| he thinks it's not KOSHER |

romanticism is bombastic. it's like people found their genitals and exploded. regarde:
"........and a predilection for the exotic, the remote, the mysterious, the weird, the occult, the monstrous, the diseased, and even the satanic."

because even the diseased need lovin'. and romanticism is the manwoman for the job.

i'm researching romanticism for a paragraph for mr. penny. i wonder if he'll accept my theory that lsd's first widespread use 'koincided' with the romantic boom. kos you know all them artist types got their finger on the trends.

jake is back and he's happysad. he kalled me and laughkried and summarised his trip to twatawa. he met a kool 3 foot tall chiense girl named liz, who had a heartbreaking pom pom hat that was prone to folly. i don't know the kid and i was howling with laughter.
[bono vox: rock the 'cashbar' - the klash (in head)]

[SATNOV242001|03:35 p.m.]
instead of going to art school in scotland... go to toronto and do an exchange in my 3rd year! FUCKING A! see...i gave up on going to school in the uk a kouple months ago. and i've half kept an eye out for a school that does the exchange thing, but NO ONE does an exchange with the uk! i wanted wales, but i'll settle for scotland. hell ireland even england [austria..hmmm...] would suffice!

but ryerson has only 3 dorms. and they're fucking HUGE w/ 800+ people in them. i don't like that...i want a little friendly dorm like kathryn's...
[bono vox: - ]

[SATNOV242001|02:52 p.m.]

| the patron saint of hapless salesgirls |

joe strummer has the sweetest arse. no seriously; the bum on that man...meow!

tinc on the wedge: SO funny. S O O O funny. hysterical. i want to watch it again. i taped it. dennis is a biscuit and a half in his turtle neck, and the other guy [who looked like BRUCE from KITH kome to think of it...good lord! are tinc just kith in disguise? i think so!) anyway. i kan't remember all the funny bits, but it kracked me up to pieces. then again, i was exhausted.

speaking of. i don't have everything written down for my vhs thingamadudes, but i've got like 90% of it listed here. please make your requests so i kan start as soon as exams are over. and also if you want an xmas kard please email me with your address. every net-person address went down like the titanic w/ my gurlmail account. so please email. even if i don't know you or whatever and you want a freakin' xmas kard then email me your name address etc. it's the yule season and i'm feeling generous. ho ho ho-humbug.

i am xmas listing for mother. this is pointless. 20+ cds and a big honking kamera. there. voila.

oh right: and i kan post because i got some yule shopping done last night and today. harumph. something for sister, something for brother and i just decided what i'm buying for father. but otherwise i really won't be on the net. daily notes are due wednesday and i got my work schedule, and i work 16 hours next week, including a shift each on monday and tuesday. garg.
[bono vox: U.G.L.Y - daphne & celeste (gag)]

[THURSNOV2201|04:25 p.m.]

| see the sights, feel alright |

*colleen emerges bleary eyed from exile, throat parched and eyes adjusting she shakily kalls out into the vast expanse of the internet, her former home and receives nothing but her echo in return.* guys? is anyone there? hello? my name is arthur felton-just kidding. that's from our xmas play. i am scarface sandra. and guess what i am? a scary and intimidating bitter former ingenue [with GREAT eyes...he.], hellbent on exacting revenge on arthur felton for firing her. gee, not typecast or anything. colleen never plays the bitch. cos she's just so nice in real life....

...wait...but i auditioned for the part. i wanted this part. sigh. stupid retard.

so i am actually here doing homework. believe it or not, i am searching for the lyrics to kapitalism stole my virginity for daily notes. i'm doing gatsby kareoke. now, no one take that idea...i've announced it, but i kopyright it! ha ha. now i'm pictureing like all the little kiddies from singapore going "DAMNIT! i wish *i* had thought that up...that would make a GREAT daily note visual." imagine if daily notes were an international phenomenon...and allll the kats from belgium to ethiopia were required to do those lovely four step visuals....it's too much to kontemplate. i'd explode with hilarity but i'm entirely too tired.

jake kalled me last night when i was at work! damn it all...he and tiffy were hanging out and apparently jake is having more fun than a human being kan stand. lucky barsturd. sighsighsigh. he has missed many kancelled history klasses and a math test. i would like to ask tiffy if i kan buy her strokes cd off her, aparently she don't like it. i'm actually hoping she didn't bring it with her to twatawa [damn that little jake...i will never be kapable of kalling our nation's kapital by it's proper name again...] and get to like it more.

where are the lyrics to KSMV? sarah?!?!? aide moi? i might have to use "everyday i think of money" instead. or "in it for the money" if worse comes to worse, cos supergrass are sucktastic lyricists, and the verses have nothing to do with money. just the "we're in it for the money" chanty bit. let me illustrate my point: "i got my mind made up/ got a feeling in my pocket/ going 'way-ho!'" yeah.

sigh. and i trundle off. that list is really hard to kross things off. like daily homework? it's a daily thing and as soon as i do it, i'll jsut have to unkross it again. do my xmas shopping? this happens over a span of weeks. as does portfolioing. speaking of, i got some TERRIBLE pictures back this week that i had high hpes for. the professional black and white film that i got in NB...i took pictures of my lomo and they didn't get printed. and now my lomo is gone and i have nothing to remember it's sleek and oily smelling beauty by. the pictures kost me $12 to decelop for SOME reason. adn they're allll out of focus. this is the first time i've had problems w/ my auto-focus minolta. mom will buy me a $100-200 kamera for xmas if she has to. but you kan't get a good one for that price! no automatic kameras. 2x zoom? I DON'T THINK SO. plastic body? I DON'T THINK SO. she wants to buy me "something useful for university." hmmm...how about a good kamera so i kan go study photography? gee there's a thought. mom's like "i kan't afford to buy you one." but you don't have to get me anything else mum, really. she keeps asking me for my list but it's ALL i want. there simply isn't one.

OH WAIT. yes there is: someone buy me all these 'the face' magazines. they're my favorite magazine. and look at all the delightful bands this person has that i also enjoy! someone purchase, please. i kan't afford...
[bono vox: alright - superdeedupergrass]

[SATNOV172001|01:39 p.m.]

| oh honey, that's ok |

i think i have a plan. i'm very super mega busy. i am not allowed to go online or make an entry here or wherever until i have something new crossed off my list at left.

plans usually fail but they're fun to have. kool heads prevail.

today's plan is to klean the computer area, klean a bit of my room and then merrily daily note the day away. snort. i babysit the neighbor kid at 9:30. sigh. i'm a slave 4 kash.
[bono vox: valerie loves me - hole (live)]

[FRINOV162001|11:19 p.m.]

| this is kind of about you |

fucking fucked. &everyone thinks it's ok. ?
[bono vox: _____________ - polly jean]

[THURSNOV152001|10:29 p.m.]

go round go round go_round

i'm doing my project still [and will be for a long time koming...] and i'm jsut having such trouble. when did the english language become so foreign? here i am struggling and labouring to keep the c's as c's [and not as k's...which is just...an instinct now...] and put the big dirty kapitals in their proper spots. stupid hetero kapitals. i like the homo look. motherfucker, my kapitalization is so rusty. i just kapitalised 'in'. for no bloody reason.

nu english. is this what people from new england are kalled?

i told my histor[ies] teacher that i was an immigrant today. i thought i was rather korrect. he begged to differ. why split a few hairs over a kouple centuries and half a dozen generations? this land is my land, this land is your land, this land is our land....this land was made for you and me*

i reiterate: motherfucker.

i'm listening to the delicious and always blurry BLUR. i love them. they kome second after supergrass. and that's just how it is. i have to give this cd to alex soon. she thought there was another one after it. alas no. i don't own the best of [no_point]. this cd is swampy. found at the bottom of a noo 'awlins bog. hey! and there's actually a song kalled 'swamp song' on it. it's all about the geography you see, and the various liquids you secrete. or...something. !give me easy breathing!

i stay away from zee bugs.




*until the motherfucking anglos got bossy and moved in. damn dirty squatters.
[bono vox: bugman - blur. arrrr mateys!]

[THURSNOV152001|09:15 p.m.]

| making more friends would be easy |

i just scored 65% on the grunge test. this msut have something to do with that fact that i haven't showered since like monday, and am wearing my ratty painting shirt cos i did stock at work. however, they did ask quetions like 'have you kombed your hair today?' [have i kombed my hair this month?], 'are you wearing matching socks?' [do i OWN matching socks?] and 'is your room a mess right now?' [is there tea in china?]. back to the Age of Konflict i go...

p.s. i spent a small fortune [of my mothers] on the photokopier at the library tonight. i do so love photokopiers. what magical little machines.
[bono vox: we never change - koldplay]

[WEDNOV142001|05:19 p.m.]

| if that's what you choose |

*KORRECTION: mr. smith, my crs teacher has insisted that my statement "she's kooler than me. she's kooler than you. she's kooler than everyone." is untrue. he begs to differ and so i grudgingly recant my statement and make the following alterations "jessica quinnell is kooler than me, you and everyone else save for mr. a. smith of bridgewater." there. lawsuit avoided.

holy krap. i am reading a saturday night magazine that i jsut got from the library, and it has this grgeous girl on the kover, and apparently she's the daughter of some scientist from quebec, and she's agreed to be a surrogate for a human klone. it's for the raelist kult. apparently there are a lot of kults in quebec "since the decline of the katholic church in the 1960's." anyway, she is jsut gorgeous and she dresses well and i'm wodnering what the hell she's doing.

but every religion started out as a kult [which the article pointed out as well and i was like "booyeah! that was my philosophy too..."]

remind me to ask sarah about exclaim.

i love saturday night. great canadian magazine. now that access is dead [well it's still alive but it's been le chateau-ized] it's taken it's throne. speaking of access, at the library today i found an old access from 1996 [before it became super arty and awesome] and also a what magazine [the free magazine we get at school] from 1996 that had a supergrass review. awesome. and yes i actually did the old skool thing and researched my project at the library. because the internet is a kunt sometimes. ok, most times.

i am eating red and green grinch ringolos. my mother is too funny.
[bono vox: kapitalism stole my virginity - t(i)nc]

[Wednesday, November 14, 2001|01:28 p.m.]

I am doing my power point presentation on Jessica Quinell, an Australian girl I Know of. She is cooler than me. She is cooler than you. She is cooler than everyone.

I plan to touch on:
- How I know her. [it’s….complicated.]
- How she grew up in Katoomba. Possibly the best word in the English language.
- Her assorted family [her complex relationship with her mother, father and sister]
- Her university life [ie: shenanigans etc. one time she singed her eyebrows off lighting a cigarette from a stove. Way to go.]
- Her style [ie: her taste in music, culture etc. Her personality is well defined.]
- What she did on her last university vacation [it was exciting!]

now i have to email jessica and find all this stuff out.
[bono vox: - ]

[TUESNOV132001|03:54 p.m.]

| ...is like digging in the dirt |

i just got back from the dentist. my lower face is frozen, my baby tooth is safe in the little purple tooth chest. i am talking and drooling like a sped. this is not the time to be hungry. i have to chew on the right side of my mouth exclusively. and when i swallow i think i'm going to barf. why? i dunno. maybe it's cos my brain thinks my tongue is humongo, and my lips feel ginormous...is it irritating my gag reflex? who's to say. i'm either going to barf or giggle myself silly. after the second needle the dentist left and i began to giggle uncontrollably. it was almost as if they had gassed me...my face was just feeling so fucked up, i decide to unhinge my jaw and laugh [which was an experience], of course it komes out pervertedly and i didn't realise the dental hygenist was still in the room. go me. she tried to hide the needle from me, but i knew a kouple seconds before it happened that i was getting a needle. the tv was on the treehouse channel and i hummed as i watched a puppet use the potty for the first time. i didn't feel the needle cos she had her finger in my mouth rubbing my jaw [which is quite sore now, through the freezing...] but i felt it a bit koming out. or maybe i just imagined i did. it took way longer to freeze than to actually remove the tooth. which i FELT. all that freezing and i felt everything! which makes me wonder if i'm really frozen. or is my brain just like "well. she can't feel her tongue, i guess she kan't feel her gums or anything else either." or is it a placebo type deal. maybe the expectation of pain is worse than the actual pain. i would agree. it didn't really hurt as the tooth was being wrenched out. it just felt gross.

and then i had a mouthful of gauze and was quite drooly and sat in the waiting room for 30+ minutes. i was supposed to kall mum but didn't realise i would be so frozen with gauze klenched in my jaw. so some lady was like "would you like me to ask the receptionist to kall you mother for you?" and i nodded gratefully. i will treasure this tooth, as it's been with me roughly 15 years, approximately 10 of those years it's been loose. mum thinks i should kall guinness. there's no adult tooth under it. same thing with my sister. except she's got big honkin' teeth so they yanked it a million years ago cos she needed the room. since my teeth are wee little things, if it kame out sooner, my teeth would have fallen together. i don't need the room. so in the new year, after this has healed, i will get a bridge. and yes, i've already asked but mom says no gold rapper tooth for me. damn.

ok i was alternately thrilled and unsettled with the sloan new music thing. as much as i physically adore mr. andrew scott, he sort of turns me off. i lurve his paintings. but then he stood in front of them smoking A CIGAR. mofo. and it was weird to see them waiting to do their encore at barrymore's. chris was raring to get back out there but he asked andrew if he 'needed a minute' and andrew, cigarette desperately klenched in his hand nodded pathetically. smoker. bah.

ooohh.... but highlight: jay to chris: "what is that? you've got like a $300 bag for your fifty cent clothing." and then chris holds up his tee shirts and it's sad that i'm like "oh yup, coast shirt from the video and that interview w/ rachel in california. jesus christ superstar shirt, seen that before, check..." to be a sloan fan is to intimately know their klosets, it seems.

remind me to rant about the vh1 awards. plez n' shanks.

ok, family email, you've never asked me for a password before, why start now? i don't think i ever set a password. i NEED to get into you, to see how much my ebay seller wants for my handsome and spaztastic new quad kam knockoff. arg.

i have some english hugeness due tomorrow. plus i babysit. must skedaddle. -and amanda if you forget about our project i will kill you. to put it simply.
[bono vox: umbrellaless - mgb]

[MONNOV122001|08:24 p.m.]

| loneliness kame kicking at my door |

fixed. and it's snowing outside. [!]
[bono vox: celebrity head - powderfinger]

[SUNNOV112001|09:28 p.m.]

| those useless trees produce the air that we breathe |

"All the time I thought of you,
In a pants kinda way,
With a carrot and some beef stew.
And all I really have to sneeze,
As people pass along the cheese,
Had thoughts of peas and fleas again."

the yahoo supergrass group is trying to decipher the lyrics to late in the day. dear god i hope this guy is kidding, but funny none the less. however, knowing supergrass....who knows?

guess who is in the studio FINALLY? yep. it took them long enough, but my dear little supergrass are finally recording. why kan't they put out 12 albums a year? oh well, i guess we kan't all be radiohead. or pearl jam for that matter. but i am awesomely excited for this.

are powderfinger the OLP of australia? because i just might enjoy them. i have this video on tape. i enjoy that too. you wanna suck on that? be my guest....

ha ha. if you want this layout for pheromones amanda you are welcome to it. i was getting my groove on with something earlier this afternoon, and then lord lucan kollapsed on me. way to go lord lucan.

holy god this canadian studies project is hard. i am wearing pantyhose on my head.
[bono vox: my happiness - powderfinger]

[SUNNOV112001|01:15 p.m.]

| they all think the pile is endless |

friday's wedge with peaches was: bad bad, retarded and bad. but i taped the new [and surprisingly slick. well, kompared to their last...] flashing lights video. man. people who are getting vhs tapes from me [not in time for the yule, unfortunately. shucks....] are gonna get like, triple vhs's's's's [what's the plural of VHS?] i have sooooo much stuff. arck.

so, last night after i kame home from ellen's, i klimbed into bed with 3 envelopes of yearbook pictures [and also my daily notes], a pad of yellow stickies and put my dirty l'il mind to work. here's the deal, they're meeting at the school to work on the yearbook today [i'm not, i have homework to do after this] and since i stayed friday and then never got around to do any writing our kaptioning, they gave me the pictures for the walkathon, student life, and halloween pages and told me to think up kaptions. hehe. i was half dead but laughing my head off in bed. i wrote down anything i kould think of, even if i knew it would never have a chance of making it in the yearbook. i was hoping to give them a laugh today when they all sit around and read them. ex: picture of alex and cherakee dressed up as the lady marmalade ho's on halloween, kaption: "cherakee stoddard and alex rogers: not in kostume." and then there were jsut things i wrote down to make them laugh. ex: there's this super short girl in gr. 7, who looks like alanis' mini-me, dressed up in her halloween kostume, kaption: "YOU OUGHTA KNOW (...that it's halloween...)" the never-ever-ever going to be allowed in the yearbook ones, ex: a bunch of jocks from various sports teams (who, coincidentally all dressed in drag for hallowwen) in a big jumbled group, looking pretty crazed, kaption: "the BHS basketball team act out their homoerotic fantasies..." heh.

and then about 2 when i was laughed, and kaptioned out i shut my light out [but first turned the tv on...just..to..check ? making sure i wasn't missing anything?] and sure enough, the weezer spotlight is on much [it's scheduled for 2 weeks from now!...?] so i hastily hit record. but then fell asleep and woke up an hour later. when i finally got out of bed this morning i rewound to where it actually ends...

what did the canadian tire GOD look like? cher asked that last night as i described the scenario to her. and for the life of me i kan't describe him. cos now whenever i see him in my ehad, he looks like johnny knoxville. even though he didn't look a thing like him, really. he was skinny but not...overly? no. that's not right. he was tall, and he was lanky but not sickly/scarily/jarvis cocker lanky. not wimpy or fragile lanky. he was a slim person...and it was highlighted by the fact that his uniform pants were worn very low and his work shirt [a striped mens shirt, basically] was very long on his very long upper body, and then tucked very loosely into his very low pants. this created a very 'i'm tall and skinny' look. and he had very very brown hair. it was short, but it had longish attitude. if that makes any sense. by that i mean, it was sort of shaggy, but while not being as long as most hair has to be in order t be shaggy. comprende? anyway. i have to go back to canadian tire because i spotted something there for mom's stocking at the checkout, which i kouldn't buy right then. so. i shall return.

haha. oh sarah...i sympathize. he left it in the mailbox? i kan almost see my dad doing that.

no, but he had THE perfect colour brown hair. i'm pretty obsessed with brown hair. if and when i leave red in the dust i'm going to brown. i don't understand why no one likes it! it's like the most prevalent haircolour, oui? in north america, at least? my natural hair colour is a light brown. a really gross lifeless colour. cos it would be blonde if i spent any time in the sun. but i stopped. thens tarted dying my hair. anyway, i was just thinking how all these brunettes go blonde. specifically all these pop singers. so i was like "no. no...someone will do it. someone has to be a brunette diva. i think it has to be me..." not dark dark brown like amanda's or alex's. brown like wood, brown like our dining room table. brunette. and a diva. it kan happen. it will happen.

er...robin i don't see your post. i don't see mine either, but i know it's there. robin does indeed love me. but so does valerie. i'll see what i kan do about your new pita.

let's go back to the brunette thing. it's not mousy, it's so koncrete! the best example of the hair i'm talking about is in that little kim video [beleive it or not...] when she has short brown kurly hair, that's actually a wig but whatever. you've got shirley manson in red, i've got no example for black but i'm sure there is one, a tonne of boring blondes, you even have people rocking the pink and the other colours [but even that is pretty kontrived] where's the brunette bombshells? if i don't go brunette i'm going white and blue in a tribute to the smurfs. smurfhead all the way.
[bono vox: too much of nothing - peter, paul and mary]

[SATNOV102001|06:51 p.m.]

| when your warddrobe's a bore and everything's been done before |

is this a layout or did my harddrive vomit?

do not be afeared, my children: 'tis temporary. but yes, my harddrive vomited...and apparently it has eaten a movie poster for ninotchka ('don't pronounce it- see it!'), the signatures on like...the treaty of versailles or some important french revolution document, and a picture of where the berlin wall will stand. did i mention my harddrive has tourettes?

life lessons: try as you might, you kannot give the finger in mittens.

i bought a pair of shoes for $8 today. and i wanted them so badly over the summer. pat, pat, pat on the back for me.

motherfucker! what the hell was i going to say? goddamn this syndrome of mine....i think it's kalled 'being stupid'. way to be, leen. oh right. i went to canadian tire today avec ma famille to get andrew skates. THE HOTTEST GUY was assisting us. he was tres beau. and what did my brother do? fart. fart! it was disgusting. my mother was like "er---colleen take james and go find that snowman papertowel that is aw in the flyer." and the GOD was like "it's er...at the end of this aisle and to your left." but i feel bad cos i grabbed james by the arm and HAULED him away and it turns out that it was andrew. heh.

my 9 year old brother has the same size feet as i do. prior to the hot guy's arrival, i kicked off my ankle boots and demanded that andrew put them on to prove that we had the same size feet. i giggled myself silly at the sight of my brother in 5 inch black platforms--rahter ONE platform. he was like "well...they fit...but not in the heels, cos the heels just feel funny..." to which i said "andrew...they're platforms they're not *meant* to feel 'good'. they're suppsoed to kill. komfort for height, my child..."
[bono vox: valerie loves me - hole (live)]