[SUNJAN202002|02:22 a.m.]

man, the strokes always kome through.

i was beyond disappointed. first of all: fright, it started 10 minutes late (everywhere? just here?) and watched football in a panic. then snl sucked and everything seemed chaotic. then the strokes are announced and julian is standing there looking petrified [but very very nice. less bags? ribbed sweater...] and they're very subdued save for nick who is practically D A N C I N G. and albert is pretty lively. anyway, i'm thinking no second song because the thing is way late to begin with but YAY second song! and it was hard to explain jsut like amanda predicted [altho kouldn't quite name the song. it gave us pause and we hummed a bit but got it figured out...] i figured they'd do modern age because they did it on konan. the end julian kissees fab and albert and fab hurdles over his drums and julian grins. earlier in the evening i was trying to explain to my friends that maybe they'd feel it was no big deal being from new york themselves, but then feel scared as it hits them etc, and then a big grin and relief at the end. and voila.

and then an extended...huggy thing. i figured no huggy thing, as they have already gone past 2. but it was hugely long and fab hugged as MANY people as possible. nick like LIFTED some girl up [i knew he was tall, but holy...] and by the end fab was piggy back...nikolai? je pense? where julian was is anyone's guess. i thought i saw him, but then when i rewound and watched it i didn't see him.

fab has a new shirt! so does julian! they're home in new york and doing laundry....

[bono vox: - ]

[FRIJAN182002|12:55 p.m.]

[ worse things have kome to pass ]

1) oh the komedy: jake and i have been engaged to m.c. the school's mammoth talent show during winter karnival in february. this is either disaster or sweet, sweet komedy. and it jsut might be ironic as well: other people wanted us to do it. and i'm like "wait a second, since when do people like us?" or...probably more accurately: ME. people take a strange magnetic liking to jake [ESPECIALLY children. which is just too funny]...and as for me, i seem to instinctively turn people off. at any rate, this year's talent show won't be like other talent shows. poor jake: i'm envisioning kostume changes. ha ha.

2)"rasputina will never die because rasputina was never alive."

3)i informed my mother around 1 am last night that i only had half a day of school today and she actually had the complete absence of mind to ask "in the morning or the afternoon?" to which i replied in that lovingly sarcastic tone that years of adolescence has allowed me to perfect: "i dunno mom...but i'll give you three guesses.."

4)i kame to school wednesday and was seized by the neck by one amanda rhodenizer and held down as she looped a tie around my head. i was anticipating it tho. i wore a business shirt. i kept it open beyond decency, the way i usually do a business shirt and the tie actually served to provide some modesty [for once]. we were celebrating mr. nicholas j. valensi's entry into adulthood [or at least legaldrinkingagehood]. i enjoyed the stunned reactions of my fellow BHS students ["hey! they're ALL wearing ties!!" exclaimed many a bewildered neanderthal...as if one tie would be be mind blowing enough, but a whole gang was giving them aneurysms...how i will miss dear bridgewater high...] and the gross old man reactions of our gross old man teachers. at any rate, we headed downstairs to photograph the event [JAKE FORGOT HIS TIE. WE HAVE SINCE KILLED HIM.] with the digital kamera and i screwed up all the pictures with either stupidity or plain old fashioned homelyness. and amanda, being the KUNT that she is has posted them online. i was too tired to klaw out her eyes today, so she will just have to wait....

5)ummm...oops. my whole point with that last one was to rekount what my usually eloquent mother had to say about the tie situation:

mom: so, why are you wearing the tie and whose tie are you wearing?
me: we are celebrating nick valensi's birthday. and it's amanda's dads. i didn't think we had any of dad's around...
mom: *thinks out loud whether my father left any ties with us or not and then abruptly stops* nick who? what? VALENSI!!?
me: he's a guitarist in a band we like.
mom: *smirking* so you don't actually KNOW this guy?
me: (indignant) we...not in so many words-
mom (laffing) you guys are so lame....
me: hey-
mom: you guys are so goddamned lame *kollapses into hysteria*
and the point of the story is that she never swears and is generally more supportive of our activities than this...

6)hehe. sarah has ny resolutions. now i wonder how MINE have held out:
a)ummm. well, what i actually meant was no drinking in public. sooo...if you look at it in that sense then i have done exceptionally well and kept my resolution.
b)have passed memory problems on to amanda.
c)so far so good.
d)no luck yet.
e)kancelled. no time to rawk. am emcee instead.
f)erm..well, am easing them solwly into retirement.
g) not much luck so far. hwoever have been using 'honay' at an alarming right. but feel like big black woman, as is usually accompanied by some neck attitude and a hand-on-hip/finger waggle kombination...

7)going to cherakee's tomorrow to watch hedwig [FINALLY!], and rufus on leno [he was so beatiful]. i must bake for this event. alas my oatkake recipe has gone missing [and what is a wee scottish lass like myself supposed to do?!?!]. brownies it is.

8)still need a layout.

9) i enjoy the fact that if you take away the strokes, the other kommon thread is me. that is why i am linked, and you are not...

10) my belle and sebatian cd hath arrived. it's just as amazing as i remember. it's too bad i lost my illegal burned kopy as i was looking forward to ceremoniously destroying it upon receipt of legal, paid for kopy.

11)when i find that errant motherfucking bold tag, i will kut it's balls off.

[bono vox: the donner party - rasputina]

[TUESJAN152002|03:52 p.m.]

[ snowing like a mofo with dandruff ]


Which drink are you?

dude, i'm not even a drink! why?

this week, the wedge is repeating the tinc one (which is good. because half of mine got taped over. strummer's sweet arse and dave gahan's lovely white outfit disappeared :( ]. when in the hell are they going to show NEW?

today we missed crs because our crs teacher told us that the radio colelge of canada was doing a presentation in mr. williamson's room. and he said that if we were interested in radio [yes] or animation [no] that we were excused to go to it. jake, amanda and i get there and mr. williamson who had the unfortunate duty of teaching us chemistry last year [poor sod] looked horror stricken at the thought of us being there. we do not understand why until the RCC dude launches into his spiel about robotics and AUTOmation. yep. he announces that to get into the rcc we msut have at least grade 12 math [to which amanda just cheerfully pipes "oh, well then i guess i'm not going..."] and grade 11/12 physics [which rules out jake and i]. ridiculous. and then our crs teacher asked us if it was informative. we were like "well...yes. we now know that we kannot go to the RCC. even if we wanted to."

amanda:cherakee says she thinks you love julian now.
me: no i don't love him, i am just resigned to the fact that if we were ever to meet we would end up together.
amanda: *something hysterical that made me laff. that now i somehow kan't remember. help me out here, manda...*

ellen bought version 2.0. yaaaaay ellen! i practically wore that disc out in the summer between grade 8 and grade 9. i remember when i bought it, the guy at blockbuster [le sigh. when blockbuster used to sell cds. and at decent prices too] nearly kreamed his pants over it. [le sigh....i remember when blockbuster had kool people and NOT freaks working there...] he was like "OH MY GOD! are you buying this? you'll love it. it's fantastic. it's amazing...lkdjglagkgyiyiyiyiyiyiyi!" i guess i somehow failed to notice his rhinestone shoes and cher fanklub membership kard...er....

[bono vox: - ]

[ he took her to a movie. but so did i ]

i always suspected jonny greenwood of being an atrophied coma patient. hurrah! vindicated!


Take the Which Radiohead Album are you? Quiz.

but NO i'm NOT happy to be amnesiac! this is exploding my karefully konstructed kardtower mental ...THING! it's wrong! it's wrong! i'm ok komputer you dirty motherfuckers! look what they said about me...it's so mean and wrong...:
"You were definitely cooler a couple of years ago. But don't worry! You're still cryptic and very interesting. You enjoy rock and roll just as well as experimental sounds, and your musical taste is generally very broad. Your thought process is complex and abstract; you think with fewer words than your contemporaries. You manage to be very strange, too… with a mix of idiosyncrasy and normalcy. But have you really lived up to what people hyped you to be? " nooooooooooooooooooo! i WAS kooler a kouple years ago! fucking hell they're RIGHT! i DO suck and the komputer knows it! oh khrist i'm boring old sod. i suck. with a vengeance. fuck man. i just wanted to be ok komputer [fitter happier etc? that's me isn't it? pout...) except that the test said that i was humble and i'm...not humble. drat! foiled again! you'll see...i'm making my OWN damn test! fuck you radiohead album test! i will stop sucking immediately, go back to being kool and THEN i kan be ok komputer. but drat...the test says i need to have people worship me. oh well let's face it, i'm screwed then...

this song starts like a sad book on tape reading background music [think that frightening velveteen rabbit book on tape you had as a child that gave you nightmares] and then the singing starts, then the verse ends and then we do some krazy medieval kourting dance with like...a motherfucking LUTE. khrist almighty. they started squaredancing without me! (jsut wait while i don my pantaloons!?!?) but anyway my point is that i was told by the title of this mp3 that it had thom yorke [and/or radiohead. same diff] on it. this is about the 20th thing i've downloaded in my mp3 travels that i've thought "oh wow...what an interesting kombination. what a kontrast. let's hear that. that thom yorke is such a slut...." and then of kourse there is no descernable thom yorke ANYWHERE on the track [but you get paranoid siddenly ANYTHING kan be thom. "hey is that sad keening stringed instrument sound actually thom wailing away? or is he pling plinging some space age instrument? rewired fire hydrant? is he singing through his shoe for interesting effect? lakjfklsahnfvnkljzb!!!! "] i think people just add thom's name on all their mp3s to kon people into downloading. good trick for an unsigned band. but hello. i seriously don't think thommy is on this track.

soooo. i keep thinking it's friday. alas. it's thursday and tout mes amis are off at the dance. a girl asked me today if is was going to the prom. i said no and she was shocked. why is this shocking? i've been to 3 dances in total in my entire schoolastic kareer and since then my social skills have just dilapidated into ruin. khrist even AMANDA goes to dances....! so why would i go to prom if i don't really know how to exist in social settings without bursting into flames or getting into one of those pigsblood on head type sitatuions? i may drop into the prom, decked out in either my pyjamas, a burlap sack or a freakin' toga. i'm thinking that's the only way i'll be able to handle it. i don't know why a toga, but i'd feel safe in a toga. why do i wear tiaras? i dunno...i jsut feel safe in tiaras. shut up, who asked you?

oh yeah. and we now have a swear jar. it's designer. mom paid thirty bucks for it. we'll probably make enough to pay her back for it in a week. snort. we're trying to decide which words qualify as swears. i'm trying to get 'leener beener' put on the list. this is andrew's new favorite name for me. i'm very tolerant. i enjoy my brothers and their nonsense and try as they may they fail to annoy me. leener beener annoys me [haha...i allow people to kall me 'leenie weenie heenie heenie beanie'...but noooo, not leener beener!]. i told him so. but now he kan't stop.

we went to macdonalds tonight after i picked up my pictures [!!!] and ate INSIDE the restaurant. the first time in like 2 years. we always disgrace ourselves, so mom kontains us to the drive thru.

i got robin's $30 USD. it kost me $48 something CAN. i LOVE my kountry, but i REALLY hate our dollar. oh yeah and we're learning about the stockmarket in CRS [for the anagramatically challenged (?)...that would be Computer Related Studies...we're all quite puzzled about the stock market unit. especailly as it is sufficiently kovered in the economics klass. it may have something to do with the fact that the teacher is heavily into the stock market?] and iw as assigned a stock. i am l. i am loblaws. hurrah? jake is leons and amanda's symbol is na. someone ELSE got emi, POUT.

yesterday i didn't go on the komputer at all. i kame home greeted my mother and went to my room. i painted. i experimented. i had FUN. fucking box....anyway i had my headphones on and my mother apparently kalled me to dinner but thought i was asleep when i didn' ansa so they ate w/o me. i emerged at 7:30, paint and pastel from head to toe and STARVED. i picked at supper but abandoned it after 5 mintues and went back upstairs to paint on. i didn't emerge til 10 pm when i took a shower. then i went back, kleaned my room [it's pretty much as klean as it's going to get] and did homework. yesterday was delightful. i had fun.

[bono vox: ladytron? - venus in furs (w/thom?)]

[TUESJAN82002|10:34 a.m.]

[ let me tell it to you straight ]

snow day

i've been kalled into work. i was supposed to work 11-4 for lori, but NOW i just got a kall from my boss saying no one's in the store, don't kome in til 12. damn. i NEED THE HOURZ. i need moola, moola, moola.

JAKE! haha! i saw that freakin' moola freak on the telly last week. then i went into sams and they had 12 trillion kopies of his single for like $3. i had one in my hand for you, but then i didn't. because i was frightened that you would actually start to like the freak. and i didn't want to be responsible for that. oh and you're welcome...for.. rufus or whatever it was you were thanking me for. i don't know why you're thanking me, but i'm a polite sod so i will return the kourtesy. how was when the pawn...? bah. i had to have that cd surgically removed from my cd player after about 3 months of almost exclusive dating with my cd player. i have her first cd too, it you'd like to borrow that as well. it's quieter and less komplex, but she was like...17 then and a mess. but she's a much better and more KONFIDENT musician on when the pawn. oh my god i love fiona apple. she IS grade 8. because this world is bullshit. heh.

i didn't buy ladytron at sams [i konsidered it. the kover rocks my ass] and i am now incredibly angry i didn't. i think i NEED 604. ladytron = new, better improved abba. or...something like that. i felt a sentence belonged there and i was wrong.

i have to go BURN the paint from beneath my nails with, like..acid if i'm going to work in an hour. nu rule: no painting AFTER showers, you knob.

oh yes, and i hereby mortgage my soul and all earthly possessions after my death to the dears 'there is no such thing as love.' even tho you are damn near 10 minutes long i listen to you on headfones before sleepeeeee. i think you break my heart and shake my hand, but that's ok. in a good way, in a good way....

[bono vox: the hymn for the cigarettes - hefner]

[MONJAN72002|03:49 p.m.]

[ let the drummer thank his mama ]

i knew this would happen:

take the which weezer member are you test!

i never really read my personalised horoscope on excite.com [someone remind me to post the webshot of my personalised excite page. it's very unpolite in it's greeting.] but today's made me laff out loud:
"Just because your ideas are wilder doesn't mean that you're out of touch with reality. On the contrary, you can see how a break with the norm isn't only a good tactic for getting a certain job done, but it's also a good way to shake things up so that people challenge themselves. Every once in a while, every organization needs someone who works as the straw that stirs the drink." FUCKING_A. i am the motherfucking STRAW, bitches. the straw that stirs the drink. i have heard my share of just plain insane quips [and pretty much all from my mother. our dirty cape breton secret weapon. har.] but never have i heard of that one. oh lordy...yes i guess that would be me...

i am so boring! why do i write? because i'm bored i guess. just passing time. similarly bored people read this, i suppose. actually i read in the newspaper yesterday that kids who were bored a lot as children develop better imaginations, kreativity etc. i kan't really say i was bored, persay. it's really the chicken or the egg here. i kouldn't be bored because i was too busy konstructing and executing wildly imaginative, highly perverse and twisted fantasy games in my room with myself that involved entirely too much sex and death and toooo many kostume changes to kount...

i got an 89 on my global history exam. fucking mcscholarship dude. now if only i kould've done as well on CANADIAN history....alas [75.erk.]....

when are my shift magazines going to start arriving? my rolling stone subscription ended in december. i ordered the shift subscription in early october. 6-8 weeks, my left testicle....

so i got $100 for babysitting. i babysat for 24 hours. i had to go to my staff xmas party [don't ask...] at 2. they kame home at quarter after 3. but at 2:30 i just took the little girl [her brother was at a friend's house], left her with my mother and went to the party [and i was an hour late. missed the first string of bowling, pout.] but yes. $100. that should supplement me a bit, konsidering that i have three hours this week [and alex has *5*. no freakin' fair. i say a 4/4 split is in order. i hate when alex has more money than me.] but i've been arguing with myself. do i wnat or need both of the bbr cds? i NEED lord lucan, and seing as it looks like it's be awhile before i get england made me, i kan get the worst of bbr in the meantime. PLUS the worst of bbr cd has 4 videos that i desperately want to see. it will kost me prolly $45 CDN for both of those. ARK they had better be fucking worth it. if facts of life ends up being disappointing i_will_drink_bleach. i will drink bleach, and that's that. but yes, robin i'll take both bbr cds, please. so it's $30 USD is it? i'll get right on your video and send it together.

so now i'm left with $55. should do me for film developing. maybe. oh right and amanda's birthday's in a little over a month. should start scouting for that.

happy menstruating, amanda. you're welcome to borrow my gelly belly bear [which has been named Kramps, in honour of it's primary foe...] if you like. kall me if you want him.

[bono vox: commando - vanessa paradis]

[SATJAN52002|01:38 p.m.]
i want to win something. badly.
i almost entered a kontest so i kould give sarah the prize. because i lurve sarah. and she got to see chris murphy in value village [his Natural Habitat]. i enter kontests. they make me feel lucky. even tho i am not lucky. i have a kat named lucky. but it does me no good.

my teeth hurt from chewing. ksjafalkj. i am also wisdom teething. i need to gum on something at all time. not necessarily EAT it. just gum it. like freakin' toddler.

i babysit at 3:30 for almost 24 hours. yay fried brains. when am i going to do homework? pennypennypennypenny.

[bono vox: - ]

[SATJAN52002|12:50 a.m.]

[ look at you and you're pink fucking tie ]

i am INCREDIBLY distraught. distraught beyond words. i kan't believe this. this evening, my friends informed me that on new year's i stuck my tongue down amanda's throat. i know i bit her [i bit many people]. i know i licked her [i licked a few people too...to prove my spit was warm whereas amanda's was kold and she should therefore be barred from licking people..]. i know i grabbed her arse [er...i was an arse grabbing maniac]. i remember "pretending to be fab" to make amanda happy and just generally ravishing her. but er...i DON'T remember sticking my tongue down her throat. apparently, i was having another go at "being fab" later on in the evening when someone put the strokes on the cd player...i suppose it occured during that gigantic huge portion that i don't remember...sometime between telling cherakee she was kool and had nice ears ["like fiona apple's" was cher's reply...i think i agreed...lord knows why] and me finding myself hysterically krying and shouting with amanda sitting [really rather painfully...full bladder] on top of me. it's no fair! no FUCKEN fair! if i'm going to slip amanda some tongue, i should at least get to remember it! she's been hot since grade 8. grade 8! i do believe it was grade 8 when i first kaught sight of amanda and went "hmmm. i would like to slip her some tongue." and then we became friends. however, the first kouple years of our friendship, she was not into the girl/girl thing at ALL [now she's all over it. go figure.] in fact i quite memorably made her shout "pussy power!" during a session of truth, dare, promise to repeat, which she was MOST embarrased about [again, oddly enough she's prone to shouting it whenever it strikes her fancy. it's just another saying from my arsenal, to me].

i say i get a re-try. it's only sportsman-like. c'mon old chap...

and plus...HELLO how entertaining was it for amanda? probably not terribly...i had no idea what i was doing. i was not properly focusing the komplete energy of all my cylinders into servicing amanda with my tongue. i kan do better. really, i kan...


"So what do they each bring to the band, "Sex" is suggested before I've finished the question. The band agrees that Julian brings his pink tie, Nick brings spunk, and Fabrizio brings "malarkual energy". Nickolai, they agree, brings toughness - something that is becoming necessary since the NME wrote about a fight they got into in New York. " - bbc.co.uk. chuckle chuckle. off to look up 'malarkual', and laff til tears stream down my face over the kocnept of a 'tough' nikolai. snicker.

[bono vox: - ]

[FRIJAN42002|05:34 p.m.]

[ ou est ton heros? ]

i have the raddest little brothers. let me illustrate:

a) last night james [7] had trouble getting to sleep. after yelling at him and making him kry [don't look at me like that! i told him to get back in bed like 12 times! it was past his bedtime!] i krawled in with him to settle him down. andrew [9] from the top bunk was trying to offer james tips on going to sleep, as andrew is always fast asleep within minutes. "listen to your ehartbeat, james" he advised. 15 minutes later we ehard a sleepy voice float down to us from the top bunk. it moaned: "my head keeps thinking without my permission. i'm trying to sleep but words like 'hundred' and 'perfect' keep floating in the back part of my mind. you know...like, SCHOOL WORDS..."
b) my father was saying goodbye to us as my brothers and i were at the table eating spaghetti. dad said to me "if you need any help with your applciations just email me..." to which andrew piped in, in that rather unkouth way of his: "where ya appliKATIN'?..."
c) james' friend's dad has offered to make james a burnt cd. he has enrolled my help in makeing the tracklist. he wanted tracks from the burnt cd i made him. "nononon...you HAVE those songs already james. you don't get burnt cds of songs you already HAVE." so after an aborted attempt at music listening with him in my room, i kame upstairs after dinner, and i stopped short and hid on the stairs and jsut WATCHED him, as he kneeled on his bedroom floor head just a bopping away to elastica. that's my boy. (he was making a list of songs...off of his BROTHER'S burnt cd. arhdflskjga. i give up.)
d) he just kame out of his room to have me write "not if you were the last junkie on earth" because he kouldn't. i'm going to have amanda scan his list. never before has such kickarse songtitles appeared more beautiful than in the scrawl of a 7 year old. it brings a tear....

so...amanda's line ahs been busy awhile now. i need to kall her to see when we're going to the hockey game. and then i need to make signs. signs that say "welcome to the losers section" [because we have kreated our own section...and of kourse, we are losers...thus the losers section] and "the losers heart the BHS hockey team. rock on, jon levy" oh...small minds...and i think i'm going to wear a fedora to the game. because a relative gave one to mom to give to me for dress up [yes, dress up].

[bono vox: - ]

[THURSJAN32002|09:32 p.m.]

[ there is no such thing as love ]

"...Cops say they asked Carter to leave the club at least 10 times before giving him the parental-style "count of three" or he'd be arrested. Sure enough, police say Carter wanted it that way: He kept playing games with their heart and was promptly cuffed. "The cops arrested him, put him in handcuffs, and then put him in the police car. Nick wasn't belligerent, but he started balling," one eyewitness, speaking on the condition of anonymity, tells The Smoking Gun. "He said, 'You just want to arrest a Backstreet Boy. I've never been arrested. I don't know what to do!' He was crying hard. Tears were streaming down his face. People were laughing at him. The cops were chuckling." " from e online. oh GOD it's been too long since i've laffed at a backstreet boy. i miss it.

Which David Bowie are you?

oh my lord! but paul's my favorite! and his father's a perv! my poor paul. that's funny about rachel's dad, tho. a guide to finding hookers? how common...

soooooooo......kings is nice. i am suspicious. it's affiliated with my mother's alma mater and i ain't stupid, folks [haha, stockdale]. it's small but in a big place [which was my problem with mount allison. lovely school. only sackvile is a ghosttown.]. i would go ther for journalism. the 4 year journalism BA is an honours thingy....OR i kould go get my bachelor of fotography [or whatever it's kalled] and then do a one year journalism thing and get my bachelor of journalism [no honours]. that appeals to me. there is a bit of photography in the kourse [as it IS a komponent of journalism.] a;reayd, but this would keep the koncentration on FOTOGRAPHY. but...yeah. and i kould take electives at dalhousie or any other university in halifax [of which there are 6]. HOWEVER. upon koming home, and telling my mother all about kings, i mention that i kould see myself koming back from ryerson to do the one year journalism degree. BIG HUGE PAUSE as parents look nervously at each other [as they do whenever i talk about going to ryerson, or talk about not wanting to stay in the maritimes or talk about not seeing anywhere decent to apply to in the maritimes...] and my dad's like "ummm...OR you kould study fine arts at mount allison or UNB and THEN go to king's..." NO. nonono. no fine arts. whitelaw has made it abundantly klear that i should not pursue a kareer that involves kreating anything with my hands. i will stick to the only medium that lets me kreate by pushing da button. duuuh. i say so. i say "i'm NOT doing fine arts," because i want to make this klear and i don't want to waste time going down this road. i don't want to sculpt, paint, draw, metalsmith or WHATEVER. i don't want to study it, or it's history. i am unconcerned with it. i enjoy it, admire it, etc but will not even try to do it. i will not be happy doing it. my parents are deviously trying to keep me here [for whatever reason...i'm not sure i dare ask. i don't want to have to have my parents inform me that i'm immature, or incompentant or something likewise life-krushing. nope.] which i already suspected, but was fucking KONFIRMED when i walked into the kings admissions dude's [whose name was karl...w/ a k, hee...] office and as he sat down he said brightly "so! your mom tells me i'm supposed to konvince you to stay in the maritimes and not go to toronto!" to which i smirked because i KNEW IT and my father stammered "well...er..i don't think you were suppsoed to tell her that..." great. FUCKING A, PARENTS. i was told i kould go wherever i wanted. don't tell me that if you're not prepared to let me GO wherever i want...

ANYWAY. then dad and i, the family music fiends/audio junkies went to sam's, which was riddled with people, cds here there and everywhere and GREAT BARAGINS. 50% EVERYTHING. bootykasha. i got:

basement jaxx - rooty
the dears - end of a hollywood bedtime story
stereophonics - performance & cocktails
TOTAL: $31 (avec le taxe)
...and they were marked down to begin with. had i walked in and bought them, say in november i would've paid pre-tax: $73.

THEY DID NOT HAVE ANY: ryan adams, belle & sebastian, black box recorder, jeff buckley, catatonia, sarah harmer, pj harvey, liz phair, sleater-kinney, or rufus wainwright [dunno why, but i checked]. i don't recall seeing any poe either. this doesn't mean that they don't HAVE any as the store is a fucking disaster area with cds everywhere [i spotted NAS in the country section], random boxes on the floor full of cds, and of kourse cds in the kupboards underneath the racks [that i didn't really feel i was allowed to just help myself to..] there were plenty of people working, but there was nothing much they kould be doing. no point in organizing or trying to keep cds where they belong when the store is krowded [they'd jsut get in people's way] however there were bags of trash and the above mentioned random boxes of cds onn the floor, ONLY 3 KASHIERS going at an ants pace [which i at first attributed to the fact that the average # of cds people were buying was 6+] but no when i got up to the kash desk they were WHOLLY UNKONCERNED THAT I HAD JUST SPENT AN ENTIRE HOUR IN LINE. there kould've been some of the floor people [who jsut stood around watching people...and i don't think they were watching for shoplifters because they had policemen stationed at each door and most people were setting off the alarm as they left. i did and i jsut sort of stopped and looked at the officer not sure what to do and he said 'that's alright, just keep going....' and i was like HELLO i kould've had cds in my pockets...] helping bag, and remove plastic to speed along the lines. but yes an HOUR in line and my desperately injured back is angry at me. the bruise has faded but it's still krippling me. great. there goes my dancing kareer....

i discovered 6 bruises on my right arm last night after i got out of my bath. i kan't beleive they escaped notice. 6 nasty bruises. i am a MESS. my body is BROKEN and KRIPPLED. i will go to school tomorrow and they are going to think i got in a bare knuckle FIGHT! they are going to think i am beaten at home. bruises for xmas. gloryoski.

[bono vox: c'etait pour la passion - the dears]

[THURSJAN32002|01:21 p.m.]

[ i kan hear your brain talking ]

former sailor moon addict. they asked me to guess which one i was and i guess korrectly [ecause whenever we played the game, i was always sailor jupiter. suck on it, bitches]:

You are Sailor Jupiter! You're tall, and you're tough, and you won't just stand by and let somone pick on your friends. But, when you're not kicking butt, you're a sweetie. You like to cook, and every boy you see reminds you of your ex-boyfriend.
You fight with the power of lightning!
Take the Which Sailor Are You? Quiz!
...created by Kenzie

hmmm...i'm not tall, tho. i TOLD them that. and my #2:


You are Sailor Pluto! You are mysterious, and powerful. You are the keeper of time, and though you posses the power to stop time... if you did, it would kill you. Quite a responsibilty. You're probably rather fond of garnet.
You fight with the power of death and time!

Take the Which Sailor Are You? Quiz!
...created by Kenzie.

going to halifax with my father to tour kings. au revoir [maybe we'll get to sams. 50% off!]

[bono vox: - ]

[WEDJAN22002|01:34 a.m.]

[ FUCKING HELL. GOD HATES ME. N O O O ]

no. NOOOOO! no. oh my god, why? i'm about to put my head through lord lucan...(but i really don't want to hurt the poor bastard. and probably should not anger or embarrass self in front of any other things/people that i love. ... and also gives empire records test sick satisfaction..) ack ahh ajkdshfasjhkajg. holy god this is verging on komedy. i'm dying of laffter. mother hell. things go from bad to worse, don't they:

Take the Which Empire Records Character are You? Quiz.

bad day = now worse. i think i'm going to go to bed. the only thing left for this day is to END. PLEASE. GOD_DAMNIT.

WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO? go to church? jsut_S T O P. i apologized. damn....isn't it jsut like jesus to hold a grudge...

[bono vox: robin is in big time trouble - kylie minogue (NOOOOOOOOO!)]

[TUESJAN12002|01:35 p.m.]
happy spew year.

[bono vox: buzzbuzz, whizzwhizz, WHIRRRRR - komputer]

[Sunday, December 30, 2001|02:02 a.m.]

Take the Radiohead Collective Member Test.

thom yorke looked like a red headed, lazy eyed macauly kulkin as a teenager. there is a gaz.nu? i am so about to go investigate....

[bono vox: - ]

[SUNDEC302001|12:06 a.m.]

[ watch out dude, red light ]

dear friends:
when you kome over to my house please take you shit home with you. especially if it is shit that i have repeatedly thrust upon you, imploring you not to forget to take home with you. i have more than my own fair share of shit without your kontributions, thank you. also: please do not unmake my bed with your asses. let's be thankful i have sheets on my bed for only the 3rd time this year. let's not go sabotaging it so soon, ok? ok.

lovingly ruling our friendship with an iron fist,
colleen m. hennan, your lord god in heaven on queen street.

[bono vox: barely legal - the smokes]

[Friday, December 28, 2001|11:36 p.m.]
i jsut accidentally hung up on amanda. heee. heeeeeeeee.
not kallin' her back neither. it be midnite almost, biznitch.

[bono vox: - ]

[FRIDEC282001|04:59 p.m.]

[ daddy i got nothing left ]


Take the What Should Your New Year's Resolution Be? Quiz

this guys sounds like fran healy with a vibrator up his arse. so basically a genetic kross blend of jeff buckley and fran healey. oh god, pictures...

ROBIN SENT ME THE KOOLEST THING TODAY! her xmas gift kame, and she burned me polly's famed '95 glastonbury performances, and she sent me the most perfect hello kitty pens & kolouring stickers and a STRAWBERRY SHORTKAKE NOTEBOOK! i kouldn't have picked a better gift for myself, thank you robin dear. i'm hoping your video etc will be done soon.

ryerson sent me some stuff too today [when it rains it pours]. basically what i already have. i wanted information on the exchange program, and i guess i'm not further on ryerson's ONE residence building w/o being in toronto and touring it [maybe i'll take a virtual tour]. dad says there's no point in me going to residence for one year, particularly a 550 person residence. but he's just trying to save money. bah.

i have a lump of throbbing owie-ness in my throat. i am perpetually 'on the verge of sick'. all year i am "getting a kold." it looks like 365 days of mucho phlegm + snot = an eventual infection. and i think the infection is here. my poor weakened, embittered, anti-biotic resistant lungs are gonna take the biscuit one day.

[bono vox: she just wept - starsailor]

[FRIDEC282001|12:16 a.m.]

[ krayons & kolouring books ]

this is the shit ->it searches like, ALL of the ontario kolleges for specific programs [becuase i was getting NOWHERE w/ canadian yahoo...] amanda? alex? isn't this cool?

is there a problem when the books etc fee is more than the 2 full semmester fee? and in turn the photographic equipment is expected to be be more than either? i don't htink i'm going to loyalist kollege...plus it's in fucking belleview. belleview? what the ever...may as well stay in bridgewater...

[bono vox: - ]

[WEDDEC262001|11:47 p.m.]

[ like motherfucking opera ]

-bah tis snowing. why kan't it be like tis all year? i love the snow. i jsut went like, RUNNING up and down the street. no kars, no people. it's almost midnight. took my kamera and took 16 kolour pictures and finished off the first roll of black and white that i started today. it's hard to take pictures while it's snowing...i kept checking and kovering my lense to make sure I EVEN WENT TO THE MOTHERFUCKIGN GRAVEYARD. i'm scared shitless of the graveyard afterdark. i went bounding in there and stopped in the floodlights, put my kamera on self-timer stuck it on a gravestone and took a kouple pictures that way. I_LOVE_IT.

vanessa paradis is so beautiful and so is girl on the bridge. well...she is until she opens her mouth and you see those teeth but eventually they become endearing, but when she gets her hair kut later in the film she's jsut too boringly kate moss...but before that she's GORGEOUS, and a great actress an dit's in black and white. SO GOOD. i watch french kiss a bit too much, and cherakee and i have had multiple konversations about vanessa paradis [..the fact that she's married to mr. cheekbones, another favorite of ours, helps] and i always enjoyed her music and was pleasantly surprised with her acting. so sceptical about these "double and triple threats", because apparently she's HUGE in france. cherakee and i had to stop wathcing it after 30-40 minutes because the roads were so bad and i had to go home [her stepfather "rab-birt" kame downstairs and was like "jaysus colleen, it's komin' down some fuckin' hard out there. do you wanna spend the night?" alas miss cherakee works tomorow at 11 am. so i just kalled mama], and i think i kan't wait until saturday to finish it. i HAVE to go finish it right now. amanda still has to see it too and we think we're getting together saturday because we might not be working. but i KAN'T_WAIT. ARK!



[bono vox: - ]

[WEDDEC262001|04:54 p.m.]

[ laffing with your pretty mouth ]

my mum kouldn't find any black box recorder, robin! would you do me a superbig favor and go get me a kopy? PLEASE? i'll send you money...! really! you know i'm good for it bitch...

according to my mother she kouldn't find any of that 'sarah whatshername'...i find that hard to believe. sarah harmer was the only thing on my list that was actually in bridgewater on the popular wall of the cd store! that's a worry. i was going to go buy it tomorrow before work and if it's not in bridgewater [?] then i don't know what i'm going to do...

basically, i've made a list of things to buy that i was expecting for xmas but didn't get and either need or want desperately. i need tea tree oil face stuff [that was what mum bought me from the body shop and then lost], new xacto knives paint brushes and paint from the DOLLAR store, label tape for my label maker etc.

and i asked mum today why all my siblings got movies and i didn't [we all get at least one every year...] and she said that my GOOD FOR NOTHING SISTER kept telling her not to buy blow for me [pain shooting through heart...] because SHE WAS. but then she DIDN'T. great, kathryn. THANKS. i haven't been this excited about a movie in such a long time. what afucking no good slacker she is. she left her shopping til the last minute mostly. she SHOULD have gotten it in fredericton for me. of kourse it's not here in bridgewater! only the dvd....

so on my big foto exkursion today, i passed by blockbuster which was open, and stopped in to see of they had it [I_WANT_IT.] they didn't of kourse. but i noticed girl on a bridge on the previously viewed movie wall for $7 and bought that [i almost bought memento but that was $16] because i remember seeing the siskel and ebert review thing on tv about it and was supposed to be really really good. i don't think my local blockbuster has a foreign movie section anymore. suck! i went to go look for 'new year's day', which is british and kouldn't even locate the fucking foreign movie section. they got rid of their cds and magazines for stupid dvds and now they've expanded their video game section and kondensed [yes. KONDENSED. i am fully aware of the ridiculousness of a video rental chain KONDENSING their movies to make room for things that just aren't movies] their older movies to accomodate the games. anyway, point is that if any of my friends want to kome over tonight and watch girl on a bridge with me they are welcome, even enkouraged. it's 92 minutes, french w/ subtitles, shot in black and white, starring vanessa paradis and the back says it's 'sexier than sex' [my my...now THERE'S an endorsement. altho, to tell the truth i thought sex was less 'sexy' and more 'squelchy'] kome over @ 7 and i will let you guys eat all my xmas kandy, and see today's polaroids.

[bono vox: when the stars go blue - ryan adams]

[TUESDEC252001|09:35 p.m.]

[ i'm spread so thin ]

oh my lord...so, australia's on fire. poor jessica. at least she's ok.

DUDE and i was bummed that i didn't get a movie this year...oh hey, is that some perspective over there? gee golly gosh my xmas presents are magically appearing tinier and tinier by the minute...

stalking:
a mini whisk [heh. ?], kandy etc, 2 rolls b&w professional film, weirdo purse pin, rootbeer lipgloss, la senza nailklippers/tweezer travel thing, a push light, gorgeous porcelain snow white ornament, london kalling by the klash, gelly belly bear, international movie poster kalender, a fairy kollecter's edition barbie, and THE BEST PURSE. it's tiny and round. it's metal and it's got the flower fairies on each side. remember the flower fairies? it's THE BEST. it's tiny, and will only hold me wallet but i needed a new purse so badly.

gifts:
-2 pack polaroid film and 'princess' kandle from brother #1.
-fall on your knees {READ_IT) by anne marie somethingorother and cemetary stories by katherine ramsland ("haunted graveyards, embalming secrets, and the life of a korpse after death" hee. it's THE_BEST) both from mom
-harry potter "potions" pjs from mom's kousin et famille
-tank top pjs from mom. but...have i EVER worn a tank top in my life? like hello? i'll try them on to please mum but...i'm thinkin' i don't like them. she's so obsessed w/ me owning 'decent pyjamas'. what the ever. i'll sleep in my klothes, my underwear or BUCK FREAKIN' NAKED if i wanna. so_there.
-travel pouch for 'travel documents'. [obviously something mum bought before the greece trip was kancelled.] i was like "hey, why don't you twist the thorn there, ma?"
- votive/rock garden thing from brother #2
-'life lessons personality plus' ornament thing for my room. it's like a kid brushing her hair in the mirror. and it has thing w/ a little selfesteem boosting verse on it. SIGH. my parents make a point to give me things like these every year. [dad's xmas kards always are like "you're beautiful blahblahbeautyblahblah" and this year he underlined all the 'beautifuls' in the kard. they really do think i hate myself. which i think is funny.] from mum.
-'how to take great fotographs' by john hedgecoe and a 'wubbulous world of dr. seuss pt. 2' video. [?]from dad
-bridget jones 2 and a kurious george kalender from sister
-dark denim stretch business shirt that i picked out in october and black hipster kords [that are NOT my size. mom sorta knew that. either way i'm getting another pair of kords...] from mum
-parachutes by koldplay, 13 tales... by the dandy warhols, pinkerton par weezer [THE_PRETTIEST KOVER. my favorite weezer cd? me thinks...] from mum
-'the bodacious book of succulence' by that freakshow SARK kreature from sharon and her daughters. anyone familiar w/ sark, the baroness of krayons and self-help sloganeering?
-black and grey la senza bras [i was like "YYYYEAW! B R A S!" when i opened it, and victoriously thrust them into the air. my plea for bras has been answered. i tried to get my brothers to put them on so i kould take a picture, after they giggled in embarrassment at my female display. this prompted both my sister and my mother to make fun of my poor chest. my boobs have the lowest self esteem. everyone picks on them. i merely reminded my sister that she didn't get her first bra until grade 8, several months after i, a lowly grade 5 had already gotten one.] from mum
-this plaid 3 piece kosmetic bag set. i actually double checked the tag to make sure it was from mum. it's SO ugly. and i jsut went "mum? is this a joke? a kosmetic bag? i don't wear kosmetics..." not even bothering to hide me repulsion. it's SO unlike my mother.
-a 6 pack of kodak 400 iso kolour film.
-$25 gift certificate from kotton ginny from the rosses nd some swiss chocolate. actually a LOT of swiss chocolate.
-a photopak thingie from mom's kousin and family again. it's a disposable xmas kamera and these kool little photo albums.
-a foto box and foto album that was desperately needed from mum.
-this kool chinese [kalligraphy?] box set thing from shawn.
-white sunbeam microwave [matches sisters] from dad.
-this pink quartz bracelet from 'nanny.' very '6 year old dress up queen'. which...in other words: very colleen.

i still have $100 from grandparents. i'll take it and my next pay cheque and see if i kan purchase a decent kamera [PLEASE SLR!].

robin..what were you doing to my mp3s? are you watching me in the shower again because i don't think i have my entire mp3 list posted anywhere....you're freaky, lady.

think that's it. pinkerton is tubular dude. gnarly. even if it gives me the kreeps sort of. i keep writing pinkertone. tomorrow goal is klean room [father is koming back. will basically disown me if he sees that my room has actually gotten WORSE in a span of 1 week], wake up early enough to venture out and take a bazillion pictures. so. hope your xmases were great. hope you feel nice and guilty about all the stuff when some people have naught but a muddy puddle to kall their toilet, tub, home, lone source of nutrition, or that your kountry is on fire, innummerable miles of ancient and irreplacable nature being destroyed, just as i do! well...ta, you dirty kapitalists!

[bono vox: tired of sex - weezer]

[MONDEC242001|10:05 p.m.]

[ grandma got run over by a reinder ]

the yule is bearing down upon us! muhaha-hohoho...

so...ma sere et moi jsut went to deliver my xmas kards etc. little note to amanda and anne: check yo mailboxes. the nerve of you people not being home...and amanda.. AMANDA! who has their door locked on xmas eve? apparently amanda's family. it was dark and the van was gone, but i rang anyway. i turn the handle to let myself in [ahh...familiarity breeds breaking and entering...] and it's LOCKED. so i leave it in the mailbox and sulk off to the kar, my santa hat askance with indignation [yes. santa hat. there is nothing scarier than colleen hennan playing santa, resplendent in a santa hat...oi.]

so how are all my friends spending xmas eve? i didn't see jake but his mummy dropped by, gave me a nice little kard etc, and chatted avec my mother and i for a bit. she said he was spending the day wrapping like a fiend. i assume amanda and anne were at church. ellen was preparing for church [faux kurling her hair etc], missie was home, alex was at johnny's and cherakee was home alone [save for good 'ol papa, snoring away on the kouch.] losers.

in the 'nick' [chortle chortle] of time, my brothers' mix cds have arrived. i think i shall spend the rest of the evening, er...you know, testing them out. just, er, checking to see if everything's ok and stuff. aherm. i think i will need to borrow them heavily, and kruise around w/ my friends to them. regarde:
andrew=
smooth kriminal [had to], clint eastwood [had to], kapitalism stle my virginity, last nite, october swimmer, body movin', intergalactic, little l, IIFGDI, genereator (by elastica), this wicked tongue, not if you were the last junkie on earth, parklife, sleep the klock around, popular, sexy boy, sheela na gig.

james=
april fools, clint eastwood, where's your head at?, romeo, one armed scissor, poodle rockin', pinhead, generator, weapon of choice, hey boy hey girl, ring of fire [johnny kash. heh.], hey ho let's go, kelly watch the stars, sexy boy, around the world, i'm afraid of americans, it's like that.

alright alright. tidings of cheer and komfort and joy and gay apparel [woo...is that like...chaps and glittery thongs and the like?] i'm off to... dance with.. sugarplums and nap with..my mother? or something? anyhow goodnight to all, etc.

[bono vox: stirring - mice]

[SUNDEC232001|04:07 p.m.]

| you turn the world away from you |

ok so massive good times friday night, shame they kouldn't have stayed overnight. everyone wanted to (er...well...except amanda. who hates sleepovers, apparently) but due to yule insanity and that delightful institution that many of us have enslaved ourselves to (n. reflections, esq.) it was just gifties and some cinema. anyway, my friends are great gift givers but mine were so frickin' pathetic this year. i spent a lot of money [and i would have spent even more...] on a lot of nuthin'. i didn't realise til they were all opening my gifts in stereo that i bought each one of them cds..... what a moron. i was the only one us who had to do their shopping exclusively in bridewater...jake did his in montreal and twatawa (arsehole...), alex did hers in fredericton and halifax, amanda did hers in halifax and cherakee did hers in mahone bay and lunenburg. i was stuck w/ the king st. shoppes and the mall. let's kompare shall we?

alex:
gave me: a vintage looking fleetwood mac poster from the it store, a krazy leopard/angel pen from n. getaway, awesome butterfly ring, the nov/dec issue of american photo magazine [w/ a feature on DAVID LACHAPELLE! EEK!], and UNION_JACK. GARK!
received: rufus wainwright's s/t debut album and the blind assassin by margaret atwood.

amanda:
gave me: a 'gently used' kopy of poe's 'hello' [which is great] and 3 trillion packs of gum [pay_baq]
received: a very pretty journal [w/o lines!], a packet of apple cider mix and outkast's 'stankonia'

cherakee:
gave me: this kool necklace/pendant type thingy made of koloured glass, old fashioned paper dolls and a silver bracelet that says 'margaret' [my much maligned middle name] both from an antique store.
received : the fashion book and nirvana's 'in utero'.

jake:
gave me: butterfly necklace, this print of old fashioned koka kola ads and AN ISSUE OF CHATELAINE FROM 1961! it's so insane and wonderful. the ads are husterical.
received: 'krime of the century' by supertramp, an 'official excuse for being late' kredit kard, and these 'chunky hunks' chocolates. barheep.

i hated what i got them...i just wish i had been able to get to halifax or even mahone bay to shop. i'm such a fucking charity kase. no license, one parent, one vehicle and 12 million other siblings to duke it with for my mother's time. SIGH.

my mother kannot place a bag kontaining $70 worth of body shop goodness for my sister and i. DAMN.

anyway, despite the frighteningly rapid onset of this throat malaria, i am going to a formal dinner tongith thrown by my friends. nothing to wear. and i don't particularly want to display my pink and purple krippled leg [see 'near death fall' from yesterday. mom took the hint and salted today. yeesh.]. hell...when do i ever want to display my opposite-of-sexy legs? hmmm...never? exactly! ark. and like a komplete tool [no suprise] i forgot to run down to kind street and pick up some things to give to my yearbook editing friends along w/ their kards...what with my Near Death Fall and everything i just said "kathryn....drive me to work, fast. they have bandaids there..." forgettting i had an errand to run. so i will have to do that tomorrow, and drop them off then. GREAT. colleen, you're such a fuckwad. do something right for a change...surprise them with some kompetency.

[bono vox: nyc kops - the pokes]

[SATDEC222001|10:51 p.m.]

| krankin' up over here |

"your hole song is 'she walks on me' ....Your lyric: 'Don't you touch me, don't you dare'" hahaha

beat that, bitches.

suggestions for stone gossards new solo album
-skipping "stone"s
-a "stone"s throw
-a rolling "stone" gathers no moss
-"stone" kold eddie vedder
-papa was a rolling "stone"
-squeezing water from "stone"
-like a rock (BAH.HA.HA.)

ok. i think we've exhausted our options. lord, we kill us...

warning: cider + all dressed krispers + xmas ringolos + cher's impression of the fire alarms going off during the law exam = ONE SUPER BURNY THROAT.

colleen almost died today. the steps should've been salted...but i kan't get mom to feel guilty yet. i tried.

tomorrow i work. cher is afraid to go to the mall on a sunday. so she's krashing here. oh cher and her anxiety....(that's what the puffer's for...)

cherk says: happy birthday tomorrow, eddie. for your birthday, cher will keep on loving you despite your willy mullet. ( and the fact that you're ancient. vateveah-leen)

[bono vox: she walks on me - cherakee stoddard]

[THURSDEC202001|11:19 p.m.]

| i am soli-lunar |

what is it about my arse that makes everyone want to touch it?!?!? my ko-worker lori kouldn't stop pinching and patting my behind the other day, and today my sister kracked my on the rear with her hairbrush. people, people: leave the kaboose alone...

all day my boob has been 'tickling me.' i even went so far as to inform my ko-workers about it. finally, jsut moments ago i deceide to investigate and sure enough there is a shoulder pag inside my bra, velcro side out. wtf? i think it got stuck in there in the rioting undergrowth that is my underwear drawer...but the question that just begs to be asked is how did i not notice? i'm so vacant in the mornings...

i just worked 3:30-10. and from 1 i shopped in vain in downtown bridgewater and the mall. i still have gifts to buy! i don't see anything fit to give alex. the others i have a klue about. but i am up shit kreek w/o a paddle as far as alex is koncerned. anyway, yes. so i spent 12 hours in my platforms and they've never hurt this bad. my spinal kord is actually suing my feet, and in turn my feet are striking. i am actually lumbering around. like an oaf. and MY EYEBALL, of kourse, is still fucking palsied as ever...SHUT UP.

oook. freaky. erk. i don't like reading this. OKAY astrocenter, i think you've overused the word 'nacissistic' a bit too much for my liking. but they're, er accurate. gulp. they knew i stare at myself in the mirror for hours on end trying to figure out what i look like, and whatother people see [i was born without a face y'see. or to be precise, a face without ANY distinguishable characteristics of any sort. or maybe it's jsut that i'm friends with a posse of KARTOON CHARACTERS!].

-"Colleen sometimes has problems finishing something she has started. Once the glamour of the initial urge and enthusiasm is dulled, she loses her some of her potency, and finds herself faced with a sluggish material reality which does not always inspire her. This failing can sometimes sniggle at her, so it is important for her to tackle short-term tasks only"
-"She should be aware of her penchant for excess. If she is subject to a negative passion,..." [this my friends is my i don't drink or smoke etc. or even skip klasses. i have trouble 'stopping'.]
-"Colleen should take the time to get a good education. It will counteract her tendency to oversimplify." [haha! what did my mother pay these poeple to slip 'get a good education' in there? but yeah...i suppose i try and synthesize things to make them easy and simple so i kan move on to something more interesting...]
-"Born in seven to ten days after the rising of the New Moon, Colleen is said to be a " First Quarter " lunar type. This " soli-lunar " configuration means that her character is strong-willed and sometimes proud, always determined to buck convention and innovate. Monotony is unbearable to her, and she chafes under the yoke of routine. As a result, she often runs into trouble with authority figures." [heh: breakin' da law, breakin' da law...]
-"Also, since you are slightly unorganized and unsettled, you are capable of driving others crazy." [this is only funny if you've read the preceeding paragraph...which was a bunch of mean hogwash that i'm not printing kos they basically trashed me and this is my pita. but they just tacked this on the end of the paragraph like it was an afterthought and it was really the truest thing there.]
"Leo Rising, you present yourself with dignity, energy, and will. You are able to engage and fascinate people by displaying an incredible amount of self-assurance, and an exquisite sense of courteousness. " [ha. i konsider myself, believe it or not to be a kourteous and well mannered person. no really i do. and i always thought that whilst everyone was raving about how mean i was, they weren't being fair to my manners. when it's kalled upon, i will be as sweet and respectful as the situation demands and deserves.]
-"You can definitely be considered a force of nature, Colleen, because you never seem to run out of energy" [they keep talking about my 'flame' and 'energy' and the like...but i'm a sloth really. i'm not a big 'mover' i think they mean mental energy. cos there's a permanent houseparty going on up there.]

aries's's's's are the 'fighters and pioneers of the zodiac.' booyeah. and then they start talking about when i "use my powers for good" rather than "use my powers for bad", at which point i was jsut like: FUCK i'm not glinda the goodwitch here or anything...

"Behind all the sparkle on the outside, you are a very tender, sensitive person with a heart of gold." awww...they said i had a heart! at least someone believes...

[bono vox: wonderwall - ryan adams]

[THURSDEC202001|01:47 a.m.]
nu rules for december the 19th 2001 to be followed here on in:
a)don't fart in the fotobooth
b)i've forgotten b...
c)girls are bitches, no matter how you slice it [haha..deli reference for sarah's sake...]
d)in future, live in logkabin in woods away from civilisations prone to nuking each other, and humanity who is by and large stupid by default. unyieldingly these people will be the supposed klosets factions, popularly known as 'family' 'friends' 'teachers/co-workers/acquantances'. you don't need them, and i kan prove it.
e)micheal hutchence was fucking gorgeous and i miss him. i like inxs. but please don't go on without micheal.
f)go to bed angry. every_bloody_night. your face will LUV you.
g)there goes norman...




[bono vox: there goes norman - the undertones]

[WEDDEC192001|11:54 p.m.]

| jakity jake |

Phoenix: (11:49 PM) lol! must be someone who saw your site, and decided to write!

rhyme time!
roosevelt_hotel: (11:50 PM) hahah...sorry to burst your bubble jake, but i don't think i have too many readers.

too inkomprehensible for the masses. i leave the type-os IN, yo.
Phoenix: (11:50 PM) No, you PURPOSELY Kreate typos*

(these 'type-os', as you kall them, are actually just words in colleenish. get into the groove!)

[bono vox: ksmv - tinc]

[WEDDEC192001|11:43 p.m.]

| distasteful, ugly and cheap (this is how you make me feel i said) |

i jsut icq'd erin to ask ehr a question and got her away message and ebcae stratled. i went "woah! that's a super long away messge, for erin..." and then realised:
"wait a sec...i WROTE that."

stratled. ? dude, colleenish is the nu language. hang out with me for 2 seconds and you'll katch on. ebcae? pig latin for became? ?

[bono vox: kapitalism stole my virginity - tinc]

[WEDDEC192001|12:50 a.m.]
no death sentence for mumia!

in other legal news, gbook.nu have issued a plea for lawyers on their site. DUDE what is going ON with them? they had money problems and begged their users to send in money and sime chumps did. then they went under [under investigation that is, hyuk.] and now they're back saying "if you are or know a kriminal lawyer...". lordy. yes...all them lawyers with the gbooks, SURE....

tomorrow, for our trip to mahone bay, i kall shotgun. amanda ALWAYS gets it and it's time little Miss Skankity Skank Skank Skank learned to share. besides...h comes before r. if not for me, then for the alphabet....PLUS i'm bringing anglophilia 101 and y'all kan just suck it.

someone, please?

[bono vox: main offender - the hives]

[TUESDEC182001|01:13 p.m.]

| 'i think i need an xmas spanking' |

"but wait, colleen, i never said the lead singer (his name is feargal sharkey. i think we have there, boys and girls, the winner for the Official Best Name Ever) was PROW. i said he was very t(i)nc-ey. very big difference. tall, lanky, sporting a tight sweater and trousers, shaggy dark hair, angular face."

BUT SARAH... tall, lanky, tight clothes, shaggy dark hair, angular face...we LOVE tall, lanky, tight klothes, shaggy dark hair, angular face! fucking hell that's jarvis kocker right THERE!.

my eyeball is twitching maniacally. it better stop before 5 o klock. no one will buy sweaters from krazy leenie, the authentically krazy northern reflections worker. the rest of the employees jsut hint at krazyness, a vague rumour on the wind. but not. krazzy leenie...secret child of krazy lenny is full frontal krazy. great.

today is a snowday. GREAT. the day after i finish my last, most gruelling and important exam and there's a snowday! all the law nerds are celebratin' in their snowforts.

this means the xmas koncert is tomororw. i kan't go because i work.

and because it's snowy and gross mom and i kan't go to mahone bay. also because i didn't wake up until 12:30. i WISH she had woken me up. so i asked her if we kould at LEAST do some errands around town. bass river, the indian emporioum etc. BUT we have to wait for my ssiter, queen kathryn to arise from her bedchamber. it's 20 to 2. see...this is what my mom DOES. when it's just mom and i and she wants to go somewhere, she wakes me up to keep an ear out for the boys. but my sister? NO. because my sister 'isn't as responsible' as me. wtf? she's jsut LAZY. her 'irresponsibility' works out pretty well for her. she doesn't ever have to look after the boys. mom NEVER asks her. mom and i never get along when kathryn's around. because i get pissed off that kathryn swans around like she owns the place, and mom pampers her, and kathryn barely ever raises a finger to help poor mom and mom just lets it happen. mom and i have been fighting since she got here. and my FATHER is still off at his friends house. he was supposed to kome home today, but with the boys not at school he figured he'd stay another night at his friends house. he's spening 'a quiet day' at colin's. despite the fact tha colin will be at WORK all day. so yet again, despite the fact that my ENTIRE imemdiate family is here, mom, and colleen are still stuck at home. my sister isn't working, but i have a 26 hour week this week. i have things to do, and have maneovre around my work schedule to get this done. without a license [yet there is an unprecedented 3 licensed drivers and 2 vehicles at my 'disposal' at the moment] i STILL kan't get anything done. and then there's my poor mother who has more to do than anyone. but kathryn is on 'vacation'. so the FUCK AM I! it's not much of a vacation, as i'm working 26 HOURS and have things to do besides. what the fucking hell? there is a reason my family does not all live together, y'know. what the ever...

you know there's a problem when a card and a package, to australia and new jersey are mailed at the same time and the KARD ARRIVES IN AUSTRALIA FIRST. robin? have you gotten yours yet?

[bono vox: there goes norman - the undertones]

[TUESDEC182001|01:03 a.m.]

| you don't need my voice you have your own |

mark it on your kalenders if it isn't already: tomorrow is 'xmas koncert for kids w/ hip older sisters' day. surely hallmark has a kard and kocktail napkins for that one. get out yer blowers kiddies....

no way jamie, i am jsut in the process of downloading starsailor. ooooooh...scary music _insert_here_! christ woman, do you watch me while i shower, too? i have been meaning to for a few weeks. basically i thought "hmmm..well. what a friggy name. but they're british. let's give 'er a try..."

and if that isn't krazy enough sarah is sitting in her house in an undertones daze and so am i, here in the good ol' "not old scotland." heeyuk. and yes indeed of kourse the lead singer is quite PROW! otherwise, i wouldn't be listening, now would i? it was one of the things that endeared the 'there goes norman' video to me. john peel once said teenage kicks is the most perfect song ever...or something. it's on my anglophilia 101 mix. i never konnected norman and teenage kicks and then i went and downloaded etc. tres nice. i enjoy the gutteral wobble in the singer's singing. that lovely irish touch, that fake irish people named colleen enjoy. makes me think of the motherland....sigh...

and may i say sarah that i am honoured to be in your bathroom, and in your direct line of vision while you move your bowels. i recognize this dinstinction, and do not take it lightly. is jamie? noooooooo. is laura? noooooo. but leen is. booyeah. it's like, 'mixtape miss congeniality' or something.

and ALSO sarah [erk. why don't i jsut write this in your book or komments or something? this is getting retarded.] thank you for konfirming that 'xmas in killarney' is INDEED a real song. apparently it's not big around here..or maybe it's just kos my friends aren't fake irish like me. i'm not sure when we first kame to this konklusion but it probably involved colleen jubilantly busting out all 3 verses and finishing to silence and stares. and now it's a joke. it's the hennan xmas karol. and i know my karols, bitch. once i kept cherakee up til 2 in the morning singing xmas karols at a sleep over. and it was like, JULY. anyway. i suspect it will be sung before my father goes home on thursday. beucase we don't have it on tape or anything...my dad plays it on the piano, and i always used to sit next to him and sing growing up, and i'll probably do it again within the next 3 days. mom and i sang it in the kitchen one lunch last week. i was telling her how everyone makes fun of the killarny. she kouldn't beleive it! my favorite xmas karol.

amanda, you officially have permission to hit me whence next we meet. i, er, found the white cord i accused you of having, in my room tonight. oopsies?

i think my sister is dancing downstairs? or morse koding on the bathrrom floor while brushing her teeth? shut up kathryn, it's 1:30 and the normal sleep patterned portion of our family is aSLEEP.

so now i start looking at my hand to see what i have actually written down to post. all the things i forgot in my first 8 entries of the day. head needs to empty after exams. snort, i don't need THAT krap anymore! anyway, yarse:
a)i finally got to see my grad picture [singular] again. i only glanced briefly at it, at the time. and it looked decent then, but now i'm think it's rather unremarkable and it's not my eyebrows that are fucked up, it's my eyeBALLS. one eye is squinting, a la thom. there was krud on the kamera so it looks like i am one poor beauty marked sod. but i suppose unremarkable is better than ghastly ugly? yes? and at least my chin isn't sprouting an old fashioned kamera kontraption [haha, jake. that picture haunts my nightmares....]
b)anyone see damon's half arsed political spech at the mtv europe awards? he drunkenly points to his shirt and there's all this silence and then he starts speaking german. he speaks german so funny with his windtunnel s's. so kute, so kute.
d)anyone ever notice that 'trist' is in 'psychiatrist'? no? yes? well trist is french for sad. i was proud for an hour over that one....

and i am about to go add a bunch of things to the TRADE PAGE. so go look and if you see more things you like, email me.

[bono vox: bells for her - tori amos]

[MONDEC172001|07:40 p.m.]

| roar |


Take the Corporate Mascot Test at Willaston's Lounge!


[bono vox: - ]

[MONDEC172001|06:53 p.m.]

| nina's in the bedroom |

woah. i never put links up. dude of ALL the lists procreating on my left sidebar [like frigging rabbits, i tell you...], and most of them pointless, i don't have a list of links to the sites i visit daily! i'm sorry. apologies to my daily visits and friends etc. is anyone perturbed at this? shall i make one? i genuinely forgot. i meant to.

earlier i was eating chips and ranch dip. upon further inspection, the dip kontainer revealed itself to say 'simulated flavor.' so i ask you: what does a ranch taste like? and do we really want to simulate it's flavor? i imagine it tastes somewhat like dusty ancient cowhide and tumbleweeds.

on behalf of polly jean harvey i am officially outraged that robin kould ever kontemplate such a move. the polly wall will remain untouched forevermore, and robin shall be required to publicly apologize to ms. harvey, and vow that a group of follicly endowed ruffians will never lead her astray again. and what exactly are you trying to say robin? have i really only sent you uno mixtapo? you positive about that? i kould attempt to make you another one. it might be pointless, because i don't beleive that there's a cd you don't have....but hey, if you are feeling mixtapily inferioir, i kan attempt to remedy that, chum.

i had something else to say. don't weep in the aisles, people, i'll think of it eventually.

[bono vox: - ]

[MONDEC172001|04:33 p.m.]

| normalcy is koursing through my veins |

i won if you're feeling sinister. vindication! pout. this is what happens when you lose illegal burned kopies. FRUSTRATION! those scabby indie brat still living with the parents belle and sebastian fans are so blistering annoying. do you know how hard it is to find belle and sebastian CDS on ebay? there is seemingly a vinyl entity of every song ever piped out of stuart murdoch's organ, BUT NO! jsut strap and sinister, the 2 i have illegally. which i am kontent to buy, but those are the 2 easiest ones to get! i want some of the eps...the little things etc.

last night i regarded the house of yes via the televisional unit in my bedroom. this is one of the best movies i have seen in a bit. parker posey really is that good. bah. and it has tori spelling and freddie prinze jr in it, actually. tori is not so good, but freddie is decent and the other 2 actors i don't know, but they were really good too. the ending was a bit sudden and predictable, but otherwise it's jsut so crunchy and snappy sharp.

i wrote my last exam today, and since both visiting factions of my family have taken both vehicles [i thought the whole point of having my sister and father here was so that someone ELSE kould look after my brothers for a change and my mother and i kould actually leave the kave.] i guess i should mosey on into my room and kommence the great mix tape (VHS and AUDIO) blitzkrieg, 2001. but i am konflicted. who's should i do first? i think it has to be bridgewater people. because i have to have them done in time for our annual xmas gift exchange sleep over saturday night. no offence, net-dawgs. and...i think i should do cherakee's first because...well amanda doesn't even have a vcr. no offence, a-dawg. oh hey...i haven't even thought about what i'm putting on cherakee's. erk. everyone else has requests, she's just getting a video because i'm like that. oh and: this is an APB for all colleen's cds to be returned to the hennan casa de krack, specifically the first door on the right in the uppermost floor with the sign that says 'no agents, peddlers or soliciters' on the door. that would be my beloved bedroom, even though the bed is NOT the main attraction. the new karpet rocked my spinal kord the other night, rocked it indeed. the bed was jeolous. anyway, amanda has 2, cherakee has 2, alex and jake both have one each. alex may keep blur until she is finished studying for exams. if you want them back after i'm done with my mix tapes then you are certainly welcome to re-borrow them. but i need them for the next kouple of days.

oh right and i am also reminded of sarah and jamie. or maybe just sarah. i kan't remember if jamie and i got this stuff sorted out. you guys kan jsut give me whatever you want. becuase i kan't make up my mind. you guys have too many cds i want, and i like my mix cdr lsit a bit too much to choose. so just send me whatever, and some nude pictures of the both of you and we'll kall it square. colleen is a fair and judicious ruler. all her subjects bow with enthusiasm, and they don't even have to be poked with the sharp sticks!

lord lucan is a dandy minute and 46 seconds of 'have you seen this child?!?!?' milk carton frenzy.

2 nights ago i found the best mixtape that has ever been made for me. it was losted. it's kalled anglophilia 101, from this dandy lass named kathleen who i don't really know, and never kommunicated with again, who lives in halifax. it's the best thing EVER. EVER! then i felt tempted to make a list of my best mixtapes. just roughly in my head i would say that certain tapes from jamie and robin take bronze and silver, but none of my other tapes kan be klassified. they all have their different groove, but i was obsessesd with those 3, 4. oh wait and i used to listen to parts of sarah's before bed for awhile, back at the beginning fo the year. i haven't listened to cherakee's in awhile i'm going to go listen to that. oh ARG! see!?!?! once i get started on mixtapes i...jsut...everyone is good in a way and i'm stopping right now before i offend any of them. they will hold a spirited revolt, and using my barbies as human shields, kome and get me in the night. they'll jump down off my bookshelf and throttle me with about 3 miles of cassette tape. and you shall find me, feet swinging in the kloset, hanging from an audio tape noose. yeah.

today during my math exam, i took a small break from working and thought about the one and only tamping layout, and in extension, sarah seburn. i believe tomorrow is the anniversary of that great layout. or maybe i'm krazy. tomorrow is my brothers' xmas koncert, and i remember leaving a kouple big huge rambly book messages for the poor girl after koming abck from last years. but yeah. anyway point is i love sarah seburn. and in turn, she doesn't love me nearly enough. i think you should krank it up sarah.

i enjoy the quaver in the undertones' lead singer's voice. ahh, the irish. xmas in killarney!

to klarify the alex hug: she squashed me. but it was a pleasant squash. probably because there is enough pillowy goodness between both of our chests to suffocate hugh hefner.

*this entry brought to you by the komplete nutkracker joy of substituting random, but similar, but not entirely in the right tense words, willy nilly. grammer kan kiss mine, right alongside spelling. (there's ample room for both, seeing as my arse is a truckstop.)

[bono vox: julie ocean - the undertones]

[SATDEC152001|07:24 p.m.]

| everyone sees and yet nobody says |

so gbook is back. not that it makes much difference. you kan use it or the form. just when i took the frigging link down. of course. i jsut held an icq konversation in which both parties blatently had each other on their invisible lists. life is just so hysterical. someone tell it to take it's act on the road. it konstantly konfounds and amuses.

me hands is kold. ahh...war heart? erm...warm heart, rather?

alex gives great hug. today i hugged her and she hugged me back and it was like "hmmm...so this is why all the boys like her." like, newsflash.

cherakee got gifts today. she went into mahone bay or lunenberg and stuff. and if what she got alex and amanda is anything like i'm picturing it in my head, she kan get me either of those two. really. i think i'll give my friends lifesavers storybooks this year. because it's the thought...

i've got the keyboard back kos i have to order those gifts mom picked out 3 weeks ago. unfortunately, they've sold out of all of them. refer to the 'life is hysterical' komment from above etc etc...

white pointsettias [spelling kan kiss mine. exams do that to you.] are the bomb. like...the xmas flower on acid or something. speaking of hallucinogens...remind me to put those on my 'list of things never to do'. holy god jessica.

lists. i kan't stop making them again. i used to obsessively list. i am kurrently kontemplating my video of the year list, thanks to the wedge. the trees, 15 feet of pure white snow, main offender and kapitalism stole my virginity are neck and neck and neck and neck. my top 10 reasons i like my friends list was actually 11 but i nixed the really pathetic 'because you like me, and i hear its difficult. so thanks.' which was actually something like #1. but the #1's always suck, don't they? letterman once did a top 10 list that was like "top 10 reasons #1 is never funny' and i nearly peed from laffter. i wish i kould get my hands on that. someone find me that. maybe i should make a 'why i hate my friends' lsit. but i think it would be the top 14 list. and then i should make a 'top 10 reasons my friends hate me.' but that would be somewhere in the 30's, i fear.

i made a list of places to go. iceland is #1. followed by norway, sweden, netherlands etc. they are just the best people. they give great GDP.

i am janet from the rocky horrow picture show. what the?

my sister just said "don't turn off the komputer. i want to go on the net." freeze. she will taint the mp3 supply. don't drink the water! help us all. i forgot about this.

has anyone gotten an xmas kard from me yet?

i didn't know who was hosting the wedge last night and i turned it on and there was wee jay. my favorite sloaner. looks the best in a turtleneck. and holy god he did the best 'jay' like things. he is perpetually 12 in trousers and knee socks with a lolly and a sticky face. he rode the carousal, skated [with little children!] and bought an endless array of treats to eat [how is he so skinny?]. and he played the best videos. he played the hassle. which made me wonder if he was gay. but yeah. i like that video. how very fashionable. and OH MY GOD! he played the norman song! there goes norman! how many bazillion times have i seen taht and love it and then forgotten who it was! i love that song and video. hot band. i always katch myself humming it. i think jay should be the wedge host. he is so indie it hurts. ALTHOUGH i jsut read that the flashing lights are the 28th. skore.

i watched robin's video last night! it is so good and funny. shy polly circa '95 made up like the whore of babylon talking to some lame jerry garcia-ite on a trashy kable show in chicago, with the words 'pj harvey' floating around on a fuckin commador behind them. she just wants to leave. take the free willy toy and run, polly jean.

right. exam monday. this SHOULD be the last post until after. unless i run into some more mud to sling until then.

[bono vox: the tourist - radiohead]

[FRIDEC142001|04:26 p.m.]

| don't let the walls kave in on you |

3/4.

we jsut wandered up the road to the gravestone place, which is transformed into a tree lot kome december [great idea. and a festive place it is indeed.] as per tradition. well tradition is stretching it. this is only our 4th xmas in this house. and again, as per usual we drag our tree home. ha. it's only a 4 or 5 house walk but i just pray that no one i know drives by. there we are...the whole bridgewater located branch of the hennan klan, mom and the boys and i physically hoisting our tree home. mom has back troubles and the boys are well...children and so it's sort of up to me to shoulder the tree. i don't think i had a point really. i smell like tree and there are needles in my hair now, where it kept getting stuck IN the tree.

so the fredericton branch of my family should be arriving shortly. kathryn is home for xmas. maybe she'll take me driving. here's hoping. and i think this is dad's xmas visit. but i don't know. at any rate he's...going...monday? i don;t have a klue. but mom's excited because it means that she kan make him put the tree in the tree stand. she hates that. and he hates putting on lights but she doesn't mind that. ahhhh, parents. tag teamin' it yo. i remember last year the tree fell over on mom. ha, and then we fixed and james was being a little jerk and was fucking around by the tree and knocked it over on himself. mom was livid. we had tos end him into the back field to find a big huge rock to put in the tree stand to prevent it from falling over.

my brothers are gonna have the shite beat out of each other by xmas. it's not right. i sat down with them on wednesday and read them all the heartbreaking 3rd world facts lecain supplied us with [he. it also helped me study] and then told them about nazi death kamps. i hope they had nightmares, or ghosts visted them in their sleep or something. but i doubt it because i shot like a bullet out of my bed this morning at 8AM and went tearing into their room and screamed bloody murder at them to stop fighting and swearing at each other. what nasty little barsterds. korporal punishment is next.

speaking of ghosts, the play was on sunday. i was awful. it was pretty gross. we actually expeted people to SHOW! what a laff! i was nursely right down to my vericose veins.

there is entirely too much swearing going on, my konstituents [he. still trying to replace 'woman' and 'children' and the like. no luck thusfar...]. i heartily disapprove. i never rekall my friends swearing so much. in fact amanda used to beg me not to swear. suddenly cherakee is swearing, ALEX is swearing [and it is SO unbecoming. it falls right off her. ark.] amanda is swearing like a mofo. MISSIE rampaged into the yearbook room the otherday and empathetically proclaimed "flying F U C K" [which i must konfess is one of my favorite terms. i keep it in reserve for severe anger. i don't wear it out like motherfucker or shite which are almost meaningless at this point, overusage is just at it's peak.] i was shocked. i swear quite a bit, which is not something i kan help. i've always sworn extra for other people. i've always sort of...almost felt like i should do the swearing so no one should have to. because swearing is a dirty and disgusting habit that i unfortunately have. i grew up around it. and so i swear most enthusiastically and inventively...practice practice practice. the kurrent favorite is mofo and motherfucker. and now it's on everyone's lips and i just want you people to stop! i really hate hearing otherpeople swear. MY people. the whole point is that you guys WON'T swear. but it's my fault. i don't think anyone really grew up in swear-y households [besides cherakee. HEH.] and i think [but i hope not] it's from hanging out with me. what do you expect when you inform everyone that to you motherfucker is a 1 syllable word by now. krap. it's the yuletide, friends. keep your mouths klean and leave the dirty work to colleen. really, it's ok. the arrangewment from before was ok. there's no HOPE for me...but you kan still be saved. amen.

when i was studying...anything for a distraction, i know, but i made a totally korny "top ten reasons why i love my friends" list and i was psyched to post it here cos it makes ME chuckle at least. but then i was like "but it doesn't include my internet friends. i don't want to hurt their feelings!" but then i was like: colleen, you presumtious, idiotic, self-centred BOOB. like anyone would KARE that incredibly much. and i laffed. becuase i was THISKLOSE to making a "top 10 reasons why i love my internet friends" ha ha.

don't listen to the strokes while studying. first of all, they made me fall asleep, even tho i was listening to them to keep awake. sure enough it's 9:30 the next day and i'm still in my klothes, with my hair down and my headphones all tangled up in my hair, drool on my discman. i thought the lack of downtempo songs would keep me up like kaffeine but they jsut made me wanna dance till i lay down and slept. and THEN last night i tried them again and i laffed too hard. i kept seeing us as the strokes...cherakee was so gangly being nick playing her gee-tar and alex played keyboards [ok i KNOW their aren't any keyboardists in the strokes. but somehow she was jsut a keyboard player.] and i had my hair in a beehive so it kould bounce like fabby's kurls. jake was jerky julian, only w/ a gee-tar and not singing. i sang. but it was weird, i sang from behind the drums. and i went into this weird laffy trance for entirely too long. and that's probably why i didn't do so well on CDN history today. i had to go take a short nap to rid my ehad of the krazy image of us at the talent show. taking turns singing and stuff. oh laffs.

meow. i always thought fergal would look good with hair. this is him circa 1997, outside a pub in dublin. he was 17 then. kurly haired drummers should be barred from hairkutting establishments. we should up posters "do not kut this hair" he looks vaguely russian these days w/o hair. he looks vaguely adrian grenier-ish w/ hair.

[bono vox: the other man - sloan]