[THURSMAR212002|11:39 p.m.]

[ kuts their throats to see their heads fall off ]
oh sigh: i remember the days when justin and britney released furious statements denying their relationship, rather than their breakup. goodness me.

and. umm. will smith was nominated for an oscar? dude. where was i?

[bono vox: turn smile shift repeat - phantom planet]

[THURSMAR212002|11:09 p.m.]

[ kracked skull with a kreepy mind inside ]
so, is this like a girl or a boy or a what?

ok sarah is getting extremely x rated. moses motherfucker. like i don't talk about anything personal in here. but i mean. MOSES MOTHERFUCKER!

and everyone is SO on their rag. it's a bloody world out there. amanda cherakee sarah and robin. aha. BUT NOT ME. my ovaries are footloose and fancy free. robin has a supergrass ikon! yay. now i remember why i like her......[aha. kidding. but seriously, have you gotten an album yet? or downloaded anything?]

my phantom planet mp3 just farted. it's a bad bootleg, so i guess it's to be expected. i'll jsut exkuse it and move on. for some reason on wednesday we were talking about hearing each other farting, in global history when the teacher was gone. we determined that we'd all pretty much heard cherakee/been farted ON by cherakee. no one's heard me [haha. i'm a stealth queefer.], some of us have heard amanda and the ones who haven't have heard the famous story about her farting before my surprise party when everyone was trying to hide and behave and be quiet, some of us have heard alex [rosepetals and harpsikords and fairydust and puppydogs tails etc]...i don't think anyone's heard jake. don't know why i'm writing this. but. hey if sarah kan write what she wrote, it's a freeforall, now, isn't it?

yay rodski yay! rodski has successfully penetrated the quagmire and kome out the other side of the bermuda triangle that apparently is my Form Thingy {TM}. i like rodski and i meant to say that awhile back. but i stopped internetting for a week and then got busy. webshite is indeed quite accurate, dear rodski. the layers man, the layers.

oh yeah, and today was a snowday. snort. the first day of spring and all too. the snowstorm was actually just a postkard from winter to me, you know, a kind of korrespondance and all, because winter knew about all my "spring is koming; where'd i put my noose?" anxiety and gave me one last kold, reassuring hug before it went off to it's timeshare in florida for the offseason.

[bono vox: the optimist - turin brakes]

[TUESMAR192002|06:49 p.m.]

[ the earthquake is making the house shake ]
oh my. many many email. regard:
1) empty form messages are a laffriot. i get a million of them. and now i have one more.
2) alex in the middle of last week frantically wanting something for yearbook. the paper in question was thrown out the day after the variety show, unfortunately. sorry woman.
3)form message from 'louise' who is british i discern from her email: "whaa? Whats this? Is it like a diary. It's 3am, I'm sooo drrunk now. i need to go to bed but what's goin on with this thing? i was looking at the strokes and now i'm here, what?" oh god. fun times.
4) no, my loan payments are NOT astronomikal thank you. they're rather reasonable, and ummm...non-existant.
5) another blank form message but this person managed to type in their name before being murdered or perishing o something equally as bad happening to them. and their name is 'gahan.'hmmm. mystery, nancy drew.
6) Laura DeMaria asking me if it's impossible to get nick on the strokes test. apparently she has been trying very hard and has gotten all the other strokes. but it's nick that she wnats, ladies.

speaking of the form thingy, gbook is going un-free in a bit so i will phase that out and the form thingy will once again be the principal form of kommunikation.

today i auditioned for elsie [L-Z. ha. and we will kall her chair-akee from here on in as a vague form of retribution.] the krazy girl for drama klass with very very little preparation and it was all ashambles, my friends. shakier than a seaside shack, i'd say. i'm so not getting the part. but there is a joyful komraderie between cherakee [who is like...the only other person who auditioned for it] and i. we played all the other parts for each other, which is amusing because we chose virtually the same scene to audition with. "switch!"

since phantom planet stalked me last week i will stalk them this week. and possibly umm, for some weeks to kome...dude i love audiogalaxy. there isn't much alternative. poor mac users.

i have a mchuge math test tomorrow that is tres hard. and i haven't kommenced studying. am fucked.

i'm thinking of removing all the whimsikal pins from my jacket. i get weirded out when people want to 'look at them'. it involves standing reallly klose to me [and then i have to hold my breath. ork.] and staring intently at my chest. and then holding a diskussion re: the buttons while still in my general chestal region. but i really do love my buttons. it happened in fredericton. it happens at school. make it s t o p.

and i think i love conor oberst because his voice wavers with a violence matched only by my strangely palsied facial muscles. ahem. yeah. ...and then they sell me to the circus.

[bono vox: gone sugaring - mirah]

[SUNMAR172002|10:55 p.m.]

[ ...like asking george w. if nick drake is kuter than syd barrett ]
am returned from voyage and stuff. surprised to find everyone alive. i had a feeling that maybe everyone wasn't or something happened, so i kalled a friend as soon as i got in the door. am pleased to see have not killed anyone in mysterious way of mine. remission!

happy st. patrick's. am decked out in my fake-paddery or what have you. of kourse, seeing as i am colleen, irish faker extrordinaire, pretender to the throne so on and so forth. we went to an english pub in fredericton for brunch where i ate poutine. yep. but i was wearing like, green sparkly bobbly shamrock antler type things on my head, so it kancels out the english and french in the above equation.

because i am supposed to be hurriedly researching an english rewrite and rewrites are due tomorrow i will make my trip brief: homework in my dad's living room that doubles for colleen's bedroom in the winter, supposed to be doing homework in my dad's living room that doubles for colleens bedroom in the winter, baking and/or the smell of a feast every afternoon that i woke up, 2 photography exhibits, phantom planet, fredericton's "no, i won't klean your hair, and what are you gonna do about it punk? it" water, veggietales, ten thousand movies on the dish, no internet? NO PROBLEM!, mark webber, shakespeare at my sister's university. but really, hot guys..., ummm...yeah. it's just really hard to do daily notes away from daily notes central [ie: my bedroom] so the homework wasn't as succesful as it should be. but damnit i gave it a valiant effort.

SO. i bought some stuff, but it seems like i spent much more money than i did. and i just now realised that like...the schoolyear is basically over. homestretch. AND i just deleted like 40 of my sister's mp3's kos she's back at school. AND she isn't planning on living here this summer. so...no more mp3wars.

i am going to have to start threatening the mailman. i'm waiting for like...SIX university replies...and 2 ebay packages. booyeah.

...ummmmm sarah? have you seen the movie yet?

[bono vox: haligh haligh a lie haligh - bright eyes]

[SUNMAR102002|12:22 p.m.]

[ well ha ha ha ]
ok. leaving for fredericton in t minus 1.5 hours. i must pack still, but i'm not worried because i'd bet life and limb my sister the princess won't bother to actually exit her boudoir until quarter to 2. and then pack. and then shower [and her showers are olympic marathon type ordeals]. i am taking my big frickin bag because i must take lots of my kraft supplies for my daily notes AND all my portfolio stuff to assemble at my dad's and send away. SIGH. i got the big frickin' bag for my last birthday [and speaking of...i will be 18 in a month as of yesterday. yay! legal sex with old men!] in anticipation of my trip to italy/greece that was supposed to have happened yesterday. alas, osama bin bastard did doth striketh...

ummm. how am i supposed to leave my mp3s? oh fuck. i should've gotten my friends to burn them for me before i go. the playlist of an addict:
-haligh haligh a lie haligh = bright eyes
-invitation to a kloset = bright eyes
-something vague = bright eyes
-kold kold water = mirah
-of pressure = mirah
-gone sugaring = mirah

i probably also should have gotten one of my friends to re-burn that cd i had made for my brother for xmas that i have since borrowed and lost. and he wants it back. eek. damn. my left hand hurts like a mofo. never kross cherakee the brute.

mon shopping list for fredericton:
-the hives veni vidi vicious OR ladytron 604 [the 2 cds i vant zee most]
-interview mag w/ the strokes
-mojo w/ gaz in it
-birthday presents for cherakee, alex, and jake.
i'm not sure if i have money for this. but oh well. i may update from fredericton but i do so hate me papa's komputer. and besides i should be busy doing me work. so ta ta my friends. miss me as hard as you possibly kan.

[bono vox: haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh - bright eyes]

[SATMAR92002|01:15 a.m.]

[ man that bagpipe in the 5th row really rocks ]
ok i only feel obliged to link to it because it's like, an assload of pictures i took and it's...not on my site. so i do link. really i shouldn't because there is that awful picture of me with my deranged looking eyebrow and suddenly large nose. since when do i have a nose? didn't i used to just like...smell with my tongue? hmmm?

...yes. because 2 days ago i got back a film of technically horrible pictures that are actually charmingly fantastic. over and under exposed...people kut out of the frame or moving...but it's an entire roll of my friends at the battle of the bands and going out to dinner at amanda's 18th birthday. what fun we have. stone kold fun, too. don't blink at me like that!

wedge was just mega. they played me south and unkle and ladyton! how pretty she is. the bulgarian one sort of frightens, but the rest of them rock.

[bono vox: scotland the brave - ( in head)]

[FRIMAR82002|11:40 p.m.]

[ this is the way we kommunikate. ]
amanda and i are blues guitars soloin' the night away.
alex is a valiant trooper, soldiering on amidst the hail of ketchup spray.
a boy who kould've been hot waved at me as he kaught me pointing and staring on the main drag of our little town.
we wore a circuit on the pavement driving round and around
my friends are not kovert like spies, and i suppose i should be grateful.
sometimes ex-boyfriends kan be jerky and hateful. (but that's ok, kos i don't have any)

ta da! an entry that rhymes hammered out in 14.8 seconds flat. because my esophagus doth protest. and the wedge is on soon

oh my god. bright eyes/conor oberst is going to kill me. i have to stop listening. haligh haligh a lie haligh is like...holy lord. so kute. he wobbles! he wavers and quavers! he prostates himself out in front of me with his little songs! somewhat emo, but he is like singing to the point of fainting here the little waif that he is, so i should appreciate his effort on my behalf. i am seeing a small thread that konnects one facet of music i like: little teeny tiny boys/other humans with teeny tiny little voices. why? because i am not, nor will i ever be so teeny tiny and delikate and like...frail? i guess is the word. so i must like give props. ...shy people entertain and amaze me. because it's the one thing i will never be able to do or be. thus, belle and sebastian, nick drake, bright eyes etc. i kan only like, appreciate and respect something i will never be able to achieve. that's jsut not in my realm or stratusphere so i must recognize the feat it is. ok i'm going to listen to haligh again and tho go watch the wedge. i bought memento and want to watch it, but i work tomorrow. SO. anyway. if i have time before i depart for fredericton i will ennumerate my downlading trials: my successes and failures. but that would probably be annoying to read. but man i just want to help. and throw my $0.12 into the bucket with a klang.

oh god. my sister downloaded more music today. alanis morrisette and ben harper etc. she's like little miss belly chain patchouli. good for her. whatever. there are more pressing issues.

[bono vox: kold kold water - mirah]

[THURSMAR72002|04:31 p.m.]

[ i don't miss breathing ]
ok. i have to piss like a nuclear physicist, man. or something. i dunno. at any rate, piss is going to start shooting out my ears if i don't go and relieve myself. the trouble is my brother has a friend over. and i kan never use the bathroom when there are people in the house. i kan't use the bathroom if there people on the same floor either, and this wouldn't be a problem if someone hadn't dribbled on the fee-yuckin' gee dee toilet seat! and i mean, i suspect it was this other kid anyway...in emergencies, i holler blue murder at the top of my lungs and have the offending penisowner kome and remove the offending urine droplets. BUT this penisowner is so not one of my brothers. which MEANS i will have to go downstairs. which i do not intend to do. because everybody is downstairs. but i really really need to pee. i went when i woke up and it's now...8 hours later. and of kourse, i drank a kan of pop! y'know...just to add to the mess. but wait...was that the door? did someone just go outside?!?!? i'm going to see. and i have other things to say entry wise. so i WILL be back. after i somehow empteeeeee my bladder. wish me luck.

4:44PM...emptee bladder, mission komplete

phew. oh my lord i am actually dizzy with delite. oh no wait, my bathrobe is just tied too frickin' tight. haha. modesty won out when i realised my brother had a friend over. when i got home from school i took off my like...overtop thingy and was kontent to laze around my room in my scandalous triple x blue shirt [that goes UNDER my overtop. it is never_worn_alone. i ain't no ho, y'all. that's fairly apaprent, yes?] and ...yeah. so i stuck my bathrobe on. uh huh, and i'll just pause a second in my narrative to let you folks kalm your swimming heads, dizzy with wonderment and rapt excitement at my swashbuckling tales. better? i shall kontinue, me mateys. arrrrrrrr.

well fuck. i hath forgotten the rest of my swashbuckling tale. damnitall. don't you hate when that happens? when the rest of your swashbuckling tale fizzles out?

oh right: colleen, you are not a pirate. you are colleen. {/daily stern skoldingSLASH life affirming observation}

damn. food would be so great right now. k'mon sister, i await thine arrival avec le chinese food. i'm about to saddle up a horse and ride over to the mall and get it meself. but then i remember i vowed never to set ass upon horse for the rest of my days. this is somehow retribution for that one horse that nearly killed me that once. like...the whole race of horse itself suffers greatly for my abstinence. or something. ...le sigh: this is what happens when everyone just wants you to ride them.

oh right: look at this:
it lies! i do so have aspirations. i remember that one time i decided i wanted to be a janitor. which was actually preceeded by my "one day i will live in a box" dream. but my mum frowned upon them both. and did sqeesh them with a pointed toe. and now i say "hey how 'bout i be a photographer or something?", thinking she will be deceived by the actual 'jobness' of the job, and fail to recognize that it is indeed only an infinitesmal step above Kardboard Box. it's like...Kardboard Box With Equipment. alas, the wench who did bear me from her loins is quick like a fox [i'm thinking when you have me as a child you have to be...]... a fox with a savage nikotine/kaffeine habit. but we do luv her.

ALSO: "The absence of klothing made it very hard to deskribe people. you kouldn't say 'who's the uncircumcised gentleman with all the hair on his ass?'"...david sedaris is a genius.

after kopiously enjoying sarah's dream, i done did realise that it's been a hag's age since i've had one of my own. and then i felt inferior. tonight i will dream. last night whilst listening to belle and sebsatian on headfones* i heartily agreed with wee stuart when he sang "judy never felt so good except when she was sleeping." i was like "gimme a hell yeah."

*darling older sister, visiting from university sitting at this very komputer, was stationed outside my door playing her bad mp3's rather loudly. and it didn't matter how loudly i turned up the 'ole belle and sebastian, because it's so darned quiet to begin with. stuart murdoch at full volume is like an ant with a mega-fone, let's face it. chucklechuckle.

[bono vox: light burns klear - sparta]

[MONMAR42002|09:47 p.m.]

[ is where we begin ]
god, as if i needed an excuse to go to iceland...but fuck me! they're throwing in strokes tickets? damn it. i guess i'll just have to go then.
but really, how cool is that? what kind of a demographic is icelandair going for if they chuck ina strokes gig as an incentive? [ansa: a cool one ie: moi et mon chat. you fuckin' heard me, kaptain]

ok, yeah. i r e a l l y want to go iceland. i mean, i did anyway. but.

[bono vox: - ]

[MONMAR42002|08:06 p.m.]

[hey man, turn that shit off ]
erm. i'm thinkin i wanted to make a mixtape more because i was enjoying my mp3's, not my cds. i think i've failed again:
1) 5/4 -gorillaz
2) shakin' - dandy warhols
3) fox in the snow - b&s
4) what i am - edie brickell
5) olympia - hole
6) entertain me - blur
7) god - tori amos
8) sleepwalk kapsules - atdi
9) gift horse - bbr
10) hurry up and wait - stereophonics
11) never is a promis - fiona
12) lord lucan is missing - bbr

it's fairly...bad, i'd say. but you know what? i just heard the little shyster kut his hair! serves him fucking right.

[bono vox: - ]

[MONMAR42002|05:01 p.m.]

[ swollen eye at sunday school ]
-either street legal or due south part 2: today in kanadian history we talked about what makes kanadians different from americans [this somehow related to the war of 1812. somehow.] and blah blah and somehow my klass konnects 'kultural identity' with 'teevee shows, man!' ANYWAY. that's not the point, although i would hate to think a kountry's kultural identity rests in the hands of the various BC's. one guy was like "i don't think i kan name any kanadian teevee shows..." and in my head i'm like "i kan: either street legal or due south"

-got $50+ worth of enlargements for my other 2 portfolios. i didn't realise sarah applied to ryerson. did sarah get in? if sarah didn't get in, colleen won't. darnit.

-i'm making jake a mixtape. i kan't beleive i haven't already. i turned to him in math and was like "hey jake, want a mixtape?" and he was like "yeah!" but i have a feeling he was lying through his chiclets. i have a tape. and i have lots of homework but i'm starting tonight. and it WON'T flatline like robin's. and it really doesn't matter if he wants it or not. he's getting it. i've never made a male a mixtape. i'm sure it makes little difference. but... i dunno. you never know with that bastardly chromosome change.

-more strokes buttons arrived in my mail. i was ripped off yet again. they're TINY pins not big buttons, and HOMEMADE. ark. i got my strokes buttons that i've wanted since forever. and amanda got the ones i ordered her for her birthday. and they both disappoint. i spent a total of $23 USD on those suckers. i don't even want to KONTEMPLATE the kurrency exchange. but now i have entirely too many buttons on my jacket. i'm going to topple over.

and regarding the novels in my gbook:
1)so sarah did you like NOT get into ryerson? where else did you apply for fotog?
2)altho my glasses are lost and/or broken i am NOT blind and i like what i like and i like your doodle of the person. suck it, bitch.
3)i'm thinking we're also going to the foto booth [well. i haven't told them yet. but i'm telling my friends that we're going to the foto booth in our finery. they kan suck it as well.] and the dress i got was $340. the other ones she liked more were all $500+. she didn't kare. but mother is insane.
4)robin my mixed media kollages are actually just the front flaps from this years and last years daily reflections. i should like, send you my daily reflections in the mail so taht you kan witness the insanity. they're so heavy the postage would kill me, and then you'd have to send them back. because my lifeblood's in there.
5)i think the invalid litter dept video is an important... opus! it's only disturbing to me because it's true. i think the video was great interms of, well, art and aestehtic etc, BUT they brought the juarez killings to the attention of some people, which is even more important of the film itself. it's horrendous, and it happens and it's happened for going on 10 years now and it's happening still. it will happen again: and that's disturbing.
6)i jsut realised that it's 'tweet' etc whereas i wrote 'doodle'. what the fuck?

[bono vox: thirteen gliding principles - the delgados]

[SUNMAR32002|10:33 p.m.]

[ the only flower in a konkrete garden. ]
i found my belle and sebastian cd! woop! it was in with performance and kocktails. ...even tho i thought i CHECKED every cd kase i had. this is sort of bad for my brother's mix cd. i figured i'd find it wherever i found b&s. uh oh. and he's been asking for it. i'm thinking i'm going to get a friend to re-burn it.

in less than an hour i am going to win a the face off ebay. because i luv that magazine so much and i want another one. so there. jackie kane was everybody's sugar. tho the aftertaste was sour. salty days for jackie kane.

oooh. looky what i found. do you know how long i've wanted this cd? approaching 2 years. garg. and now the band has broken up. get me off of ebay. i've won 2 things today and bid on 2 things for cherakee. i'm BROKE. i didn't work a single hour last week, i have FOUR HOURS this week and am about to request march break off. SPLENDID YOU MORON. GET OFF EBAY.

it's funny how songs start off bad and then get good. or start off good and then jsut slide into mediocrity. like, the fisrt wee bit of meet me in the bathroom sounds like a russian circus and then fab komes flying in and gets cool. and sonic youth's schizophenia starts off awesome witht he drum and then gets like...indistinguishable. it's all the percussion.

[bono vox: jackie kane - hooverphonic]

[SUNMAR32002|06:44 p.m.]

[ mad for it ]
-robin: shite. either or. i should coco is faster, punkier, simpler. the self titled is more layered, melodic, atmospheric. i'd say go w/ i should coco first and THEN supergrass, just to see their progresssion. because, i mean, i should coco was when they were teenagers. gaz is somewhere between 16 and 18 on the album. like HOLY SHIT, you know? in it for the money is my least favorite. it's good but somewhat boring. but it bridges i should coco and the self titled together so...hmmm. i dunno. do what you want. they're both phenomenal albums. speaking of, alex needs to return supergrass and amanda needs to give me back i should coco.

-as courtney love on friday, i wrote 'slut' and 'kurt' on my arms in red lipstick. it rubbed off throughout the kourse of the day, but stained my arm. subsequently, i tried on strapless dresses all day yesterday with stained arms that read 'slut' and 'kurt'. my mother was so embarrassed. but i've SCRUBBED. and it won't kome off.

-hurrah! q used to give out free tapes with their magazines. oh ha. that's funny. and now the supergrass q is MINE komplete with a TAPE from 1995 kalled, like 'driving' or something. it will be like a timewarp straight back to 1995 when i put it in my stereo. yeee!

-i found this on my harddrive. it was supposed to be a post on the refugee kamp blog, except the blog was down [i don't think it ever kame back up again]. amanda is first and then me. it was over the summer. i don't remember parts of it. but i remember doing it. feh: memory. who needs one? not me.

-this is this month's newspaper article par moi. try not to laff openly, alright? ok.

-here is me bullshite ryerson essay. i was supposed to discuss a photographic image, and i was doing that and then i realised it was a photographic image "that had an impact on your deciding to study photography." whups? geez, i was just drooling all over the strokes, y'know? it's so very very very bad. i wouldn't wipe my arse with it, alas it was all time permitted. i am so not getting into ryerson. it should bother me more, because it's my #1 choice, but oddly i'm at peace with it

-oooh. i also sent this url to ryerson. they probably won't even bother to point their browsers in the right direction, but oh well..

-i need a good nick valensi quote. there are SO_MANY. that child has like, oscar wilde kaliber quotability. help. suggest some. chapeau shoppe? don't touch his fucking guitar? hmmm? what?

- i also need a new newspaprer article topic. help again.

-ummm. last night all my siblings were going to blockbuster. they invited me along. so off i went and got this german movie kalled advertising rules. i got it because the guy was so hot. he looked like joel plaskett and jay ferguson kross bred. i was like "mrow!" so i put back the other one i had [coincidentally, the movie i had originally was 'recommended by blockbuster' on the back of adverstising rules. i luv when that happens.] anyway it was alright. it was visually pretty kool [as german movies are want to be. we luff the germans.], but got konfusing towards the end. BUT SARAH RENT IT ANYWAY. THIS GUY IS SOOOO KOOL. his warddrobe is to die for. it's kalled ADVERTISING RULES. it's at BLOCKBUSTER. seriously. rent it or i'm not your friend anymore.

-my sister's home. how do i know? krap mp3's on the harddrive. ark. ....oh and she just screamedup the stairs that i'm a 'fucking moron'. looks like SOMEONE owes the swear jar! mwah ha ha.

[bono vox: shotgun dedicaiton - beulah]

[SATMAR22002|06:45 p.m.]

[ either street legal or due south ]
i think i have a disease. or a prom dress, it works both ways.

where are my friends? helloooo? i am very tired from halifax but. it's like... saturday. so therefore we have a get together to tear it apart. but in reality it's a get together to be bored. together. or something along those lines. Kommunal Boredom in the Same General Vicinity. ...Whilst All Drinking Tim Horton's becuase we are Horton Whores. oh yeah and i want to see that kurling movie. i'm so proud of kanada for making like...a movie. i mean, i know we've done it before and everything but...not with the expectation that anyone will go out and see it. i mean, hell they advertised this one! there's hope pegged on it. yep.

jamie has surfaced. to say she is going to new york. it's a start.

i want to make a meeex tayp. i want to have a gud tyhm.

so umm. i guess i'm going to the prom everyone. [haha!: "everyone"]i will be a vision of god knows what in raspberry. sheeee-it. but now they're talking makeup. ...and this is when i kall my lawyer. and draw the line with like, anthrax paste, barbed wire and land mines just to be safe.

[bono vox: nuttin' - honey]

[THURSFEB282002|06:24 p.m.]

[ beach bonfire hair ]
i am kold. i am finished with university applicatons. fah. i am not however finished with portfolios. joy. i should really do some daily notes. however, upon further inspection i recall that amanda has them. i had a nap. it went so quick. and alex just kame online to get my offline message from work. poor northern. turmoil turmoil. i am not going to eat this sandwich because it disappoints me. at school, my grad klass wants the safe grad post prom party to be held...at the school. so like, at 1 am we'll stop 'prom'ing and then like change hats and TWALA! we'll be 'safe grad'ing. i think a change in venues is all important. becase otherwise, it's just like an excessively long prom. and we'd have to klean up etc. poor sarah. i know, woman. where has all the excitement gone? and she's right too...the hives and the strokes excited me a few months back, and still do [even tho i have yet to find myself a kopy of veni vedi vicious. i am going insane.]. but there has been not much exciting since then. i think that's the appeal of the strokes and all that...that's where the 'heirs to the throne' bit kame in: the music is exciting. i was excited about music, for like, once. i just want to be excited. man don't we all...



[bono vox: elegantly wasted - INXS]

[WEDFEB272002|09:26 p.m.]

oh. and am also rockin' the Trustfund Ponytail. all i need is a little ski vest and fluffy dog [ear muffs, chaufeur, and chiseled significant other optional. it all depends on the height of the ponytail. altho this one is pretty tall. it's practically sprouting out of my widow's peak fer krying out loud...]

are like the grammys on or something. does it MATTER? nope. not a whit.

[bono vox: sexy boy - air]

[WEDFEB272002|08:42 p.m.]

[kiss me like a frog. and turn me into plain. ]
today in economics [a klass i now regret not taking very much] at my esteemed place of learning, the pupils were treated to an accidental porno show! apparently, the teacher left while they were watching a video [about something economics-y] and some guy decided to rewind to see what was at the beginning fo the tape. hardkore fucking is what was at the beginning of the tape. so for 15 minutes they laffed and laffed and the people on teevee fucked and fucked and the teacher kame back in and...oh lurdee. it was a good one apparently. beats the hell out of economics.

so from fucking in economics, we go to a narstee kombination of 1)invitro fertilization [sperm sperm sperm. the teacher made sure he said it as much as possible. of KOURSE.] 2)kows and their various species [teats teats teats] and then 3) drippy tits [breastfeeding. blearf] and allll in my Komputer Related Studies Kourse. like, what? there were only 10 of us kause he wouldn't let the troublemakers in. so us goodie 2 shoes were treated to a...bio lesson. that had SOMETHING to do with Adobe Pagemaker. i'm just not sure how.

and tonite i fell asleep in foto klass. vupsies. maybe i should end up in my bed tonight before quarter to two. but i'm not sure as i've decided my ryerson portfolio is going express mail to toronto tomorrow morning. this means i should assemble it tonight. and that's kind of a job.

AND i rigged myself a courtney love circa '94 getup for friday, which is dress as a rock star day. yaya kinderwhore extrordinaire. altho mama seems to think everyone will dress as courtney love. i wonder what makes her think this, becuase i mean...i had to tell her who i was. and she thought a minute and went "oooh yeah, that ugly one." and i went "oh no: she's had plastic surgery. she's all versace now." and mum was like "yeah. i know. and she's still ugly." buuuuurn. diss.

so. jamie, if you're alive, if you're out there, if you're not dead in a ditch or tied to a chair or hanging from a belt somewhere then would you please forward amanda [you know, that rhodenizer one.] a kopy of the tracklist of my burnt cd? she is paranoid that she'll give me the same songs as you. this is abZurd because 1) i don't kare anyway. 2) i have a list of 130+ songs. what are the freakin' CHANCES!?! anyway. alex just gave me one [and i owed her NOTHING. just my undying luv or something ridiculously low priced like that. dude. if she had any idea what my undying luv went for on the market these days she would take the cd back. someone was gypped and it's not me.] and i deleted the songs from my list and i asked her where mine was and she's having anxieties. SO. the faster you do this, the quicker i get me a cd from that queer Rhodenizer Gadget.

i went to the pharmacy and photokopied the strokes in my courtney get up. well, i've got to get my jollies somehow.

hot chocolate is liiiifffe. life.

[bono vox: NYC Kops - the strokes]

[MONFEB252002|08:25 p.m.]

[ and fab was not a happy kamper at the nme/karlings ]


aherm. so. yeah. i've fucked up my internal organs. whups. bagel and a peanut buster parfait does not a day's worth of food make. SO i had a subway sub, because, i am not into the hunger y'know. bad mistake. BAD mistake. [...as opposed to the plain old regular 'mistakes' and/or 'good mistakes.' ?] it's alll messed up and making noises. bark. it's like, FullEmpty. or something. khrist, even my stomach has a personality disorder.

i wonder how little jakey got along at school this afternnoon without us hags. poor jake. the boy's got the wrong kromosomes. poor little mr. pout didn't get to kome along while we tried on prom dresses [or just dresses. because as long as i beleive that the dress i liked is not prom related everything is kool. until i remember that buying all $300+ of it entails, ummm, attending the prom. erk.] as i was leaving the school i realised i should've written out his schedule for him. i didn't want the po' boy wandering dazed around the school poking his head into various klasses trying to figure out which one he was supposed to be in. the little darling. tsk tsk. he needs me.

so...alex got a prom dress [the first one she tried on. bozo.] and amanda ALMOST got a prom dress. i offered to lend her the layaway money to be sure that it wouldn't be gone by the time she kould get a parent into halifax to see it. but unfortunately the woman uttered the words "extremely" and "popular" when describing the demand of said dress. and typical amanda freaked out because even tho the chances of someone showing up at our prom w/ the same dress are slim, it still bothers amanda that there are other people running around nova scotia with the same dress. minor, minor, minor. it didn't help that some other girl was wandering around the showroom in it [BUT SHE DIDN'T LOOK AS GOOD AS AMANDA IN IT]. we tried to tell her that it's not ABOUT anyone else, just her and a certain kickin' red dress. i hope it's still there this weekend when she goes to see it avec famille.

and i reiterate: jamie: where be ye?

sarah: my family has a chevy lumina. you wanna make something of it? and what kind of high school offers fashion design as an elective? no fucken fair. i had a choice of law....and...economics? there are only about 3 or 4 at my school. we're so poor and krappy. of kourse. and also sarah, i myself would be unnerved if i was taking my brand new used kar back to the place for like the 5th time in the 1st month. not rejoicing that the warranty kovers it as sarah seems to be doing. you knob.

..and supposedly some kid from my school attempted suicide over the weekend. would you like some dessert?

[bono vox: - ]

[SUNFEB242002|09:54 p.m.]

"I think it's ace that Julian was so drunk he couldn't actually speak, yet sang each song perfectly."-some kid at the strokes board who was at the leeds show. HMMMM. THAT IS FUNNY. ha-ha-ha-ha. THAT JULIAN, WHAT A JOKER. I WONDER IF HE DOES VENTRILOQUISM TOO. PART TRICKS? DID HE DO CHILDREN'S THEATER AS A LAD PERHAPS?

colleen:did you know that norway has only had one racially motivated murder? last january.
alex: wow. go norway.

we are excited about norway's racially motivated murder. kind of. (well.the fact that there's only ever been one etc. of kourse it's terrible. the kid was 15 and born and raised in fucking norway damnit...)

ummm. tomorrow i miss school in the afternoon to go...UMM...PROM DRESS SHOPPING in halifax with my friends. er. say a prayer? i'm not promising anything. dudes. i suppose i must go shave my jollies, eh?

[bono vox: - ]

[SUNFEB242002|11:09 a.m.]

[ 'um, my dog's biting me' ]
why is this so amusing: they follow each other everywhere: south is the band of the day over at audiogalaxy. and they kan't help mentioning clinic. in the new jane, clinic and south are reviewed together. NOW, i've heard both bands and i_don't_get_it.

-vincent gallo has an album. this is too precious. off to download. which costar did he kall a kunt? ahah. way to go, pj.

-i seem to have red/brown paint on my hands and i accidentally fell asleep that way. and this morning, it looks like a burnweltbruisegash...gunshot wound? it looks pretty gross. i love it.

-when did i get boring in here? it's all like 'what i did yesterday' or 'what i'm going to do today.' not even funny or important or interesting things that happened/will happen. i remember the 8 year long entries about like, supergrass and some other random topic that i used to do in the first few months of snogged. but i konvinced myself that it was long, annoying, and hard to follow. so i quit. mao?

-jamie? oh JAAAAMMMMIIIEEE?

-update on v. gallo's material: he has a song kalled buffalo [obSESS!] AND barfingly enough, one called 'i wrote this song for the girl paris hilton'. the hilton sisters = barf.

-i tidied up my room last night after i had about 16 million kollages strewn out everywhere and lo and behold: JAMIE'S XMAS KARD. will probably mail this week as must mail a shiteload of university krap.

-i have a history assignment due tomorrow. should probably, uh, start.

[bono vox: satin doll - hooverphonic]

[SATFEB232002|03:06 p.m.]

[ the trouble with the straight and narrow ]
i watched trading spaces over the phone with amanda last summer, and also at her house while eating kraft dinner off of plates. far out. so check this out:

take the which one of the trading spaces cast are you? quiz!

the other night at the battle of the bands, i saw the following [check out the names. jesus christ.]: thought krime, prezidents choice, 40 ounces of fury, fuzzy rubber etc. like, what the hell is wrong with these bands? what bad bad bad band names. our pretend non existent invisible bands have like 12 names each because we have an abundance of band names [and no bands.]. fuck university, i'm naming bands for a living. i'll live in a kave somewhere and the band members will make a trek to kome see me. o wise one. they will have to give me head and then i will christen their band. what a good deal.

i just went to buy portfolio supplies. i bought pages and then kool floppy binders. i got home and the pages are too big for the binders. mcfuck.

[bono vox: alec eiffel - the pixies]

[Friday, February 22, 2002|1:53 p.m.]

[ i love you. i love you. i love you. what's your name? ]
how ridiculous is this test?:

My anthem is "Another Brick in the Wall Part 3", by Pink Floyd. I don't need you, I don't need anything. So shut the fuck up and leave me alone. I'm the modern-day exemplary of stoicism, even if it hurts. Find out what YOUR anthem is HERE!

yeah. how funny is that? that's actually my #3. i got some staind bullshit and eels 'electroshock blues' as my #1. angstangstangst. funny word, retarded meaning, ridiculous people. but anyway. the wall is good even if the blurb is demented.

why are all these online tests so angsty? i never get any positive results. whats wrong with these tests? i think they're made for people who believe a prozac presription is the key to happiness. like, it makes their day, month and year. it's the holy grail of fuck ups. it's street kred. people who actually, like endeavor to be messed up explode my head. why? because i don't know whether to laff, pity, or poke out their eyeballs for being such morons. i feel so bad for livejournal. it's servers sag under the weight of the faux angst. bleh.

yesterday my mom kleaned her room. it was funny. ...anytime she told me i should klean my room i told her she should klean hers. ha. sh had the kontents of her cedar chest strewn out alll over the place. heh. mum.

what in the fuck is the 'program kode' for celtic studies at unviersity of ottawa? i kould send my application off today for my 3 ontario schools but NO. u of twatawa has to be difficult and delay my application to my #1 choice school and twatawa is a freakin' backup plan anyway. lordness. oh, and yay alex for getting into UNB, her #1 choice. as for the rest of us, no one has sent out any other applications. my st. mary's application is read y to go, for all it's worth. it's ranked dead last as far as i'm koncerned.

today is an inservice. i work at 5. i will spent the remainder doing my ryerson essay, and concordia 'letter of intent.' oooooooooooooh.

jessica has presents for me. cha cha cha. i love the presents.

[bono vox: drunken butterfly - sonic youth]

[THURSFEB212002|04:03 p.m.]

[ ugly storees for ugly children ]
-i love myself today: i am wearing my colleen shirt and 3 colleen bracelets. and a colleen pin. and in related news: a margaret bracelet on the other arm.

-of all the kool singles to kome out of the uk last year 'don't stop movin'' by s klub 7 won? dude. i would vote for freakin' kylie minogue over that piece of shite. there is even better POP music than that. lordness.

- have just kombed hair.

going to alex's soon to eat. she has food and we don't, so we're all making a run for her house. and then we're going to this battle of the bands at another high school. i'm not particularly interested in any of the bands, but i like music and a local music scene should be encouraged. and cherakee made me request tonight off work. AND HOT GUYS. most importantly, hot guys. oh yeah and probably like, spending time with friends before we all have to go to university etc. but not really. not as much as hot guys. i don't really like my friends that much, to tell the truth. they're a waste of my money. puff.

there is so no food in the house. i just ate the last 3 pickles, man. i'm down to eating pickles! [but actually i sort of love pickles a lot....so...but now we have no more! still a tragedy]. there's no cheese for garlic bread. running out of milk. my family is going insane. james and i are like "eh..."

-our litle grade 7 friends are fun. i think we all should go to university JUST as puberty sets in. and miss the narstee bits.

-word bird needs to get out of my lungs. i kan't make a random noise without spontaneously flipping into my word bird impression. i need an exorcism, beetch.

- i have not been on the internet in a million years. and it doesn't bother me. i really hate this place and these people.

-robin have you gotten me parcel? it so should be there by now. SO. sew.

[bono vox: - ]

[TUESFEB192002|12:07 p.m.]

[ stomp your feet nod your head yeah ]
-this morning, i taped the white stripes video onto amanda's tape for her and because i ended up watching it twice thru the jigs and reels etc, i started thinking about them. i pondered for a moment and decided that their redeeming quality was the guy's voice. i like the voice yes. and on saturday i made the observation whilst listening to amanda's mix cd w/ amanda that his voice reminds me of my dear, sweet gaz's voice. but as i watch the video this morning i became alarmed: it IS gaz. it's soo gaz. does gaz know about this? everyone is accused of being little thom yorke's, but this dude is gaz, whether he means to be or not. all the hot bands these days ex: white stripes and strokes remind me of the supergrass if not musically than in spirit. poor little supergrass. no one has kared since alright and they still rock out, and everyone else rocks out just LIKE them yet no one kares. poor poor supergrass.

-brit awards are tomorrow. yipppp!

-it's hard to find songs by 'south' on audiogalaxy, because as a band name it's far too kommon a word. go ahead and try. i ahd to actually go and search out the song titles and search audiogalaxy song by song.

-got a krazy email from my father in which he requests a tape of my torrid variety show co-hosting job [uh oh], raves about a great movie kalled hedwig and the angry inch ["The music was pretty good, a unique voice and some pretty cool lyrics."] which i must email him back and tell him that i've already seen it [haha. my dad rocks.] and he also offered to pay me whatever money i would make in a week at work if i would visit for march break. holy kripe i'm just laffing my head off over here. actually, shawn has offered me money to kome visit for march break, because according to my father he is "suddenly flush with money or something." ALSO, my sister and her visiting boyfriend andrew visted my dad for dinner last week or something and andrew was nervous. haha. poor andrew. we feel bad for him because he has pretty much met every single faction of the hennan family just about, and really it's like each one of us is krazier than the last. he spent time in cape breton with my mother's father and step-mother. but he's a newf, so he's very nice. we all love andrew. just as much as the seburn family love little colin, an honourary seburn. hah.

-snow day. ha ha. will do daily notes, newspaper article and work on uni applications. i have to write an essay for ryerson. FUCK. 500 words about a certain photograph. i kan't decide. someone suggest me some fotographs to write an essay on.

- "why is it french toast? why kan't it be like, germany toast?" -my brother.

[bono vox: NYC ghosts and flowers - sonic youth]

[SUNFEB172002|02:40 p.m.]

[ jawdropped diplomat tired of lying ]

dear my bedroom:
please yield my lost belle and sebastian cd. this is the second kopy of 'if you're feeling sinister' you've eaten and i'm not laffing anymore. never was i laffing, actually. but seriously, give it back or i will have to kick your ass. or klean you. or something.
not-so-kordially,
zeee occupant, patient taxpayer & godfearing citizen

also:
-amanda toots her whistle from both ends
-jake is a perv. but we knew that.
-cherakee has a boy voice and a problem with agression. she wraps in self serving wrapping paper.
-alex is very kapable of sleeping a long time and in any locale should she feel tired enough. and only the laffter and joy of near rape will rouse her. ex: like 18 hours, my armpit and jake: rapist extrordinaire.
-amanda's pre-formed bed has given my spine a blackeye. i should've given it back anyway. she should have kicked me out or klimbed in.
-i just really hate breakfast. kompared w/ sleep what's the point? breakfast food is narrrrsty. sleep is luffly.
-my brother is laying in a hole in the front yard. he is being a little pyschostalker and waiting for some kids up the street to kome home and play with him. lamearse. make your own fun little brother.
-will not komment on robin seeing rufus. jeolousy only barely kontained. i've always ALWAYS wanted to see him. it would be easier if HE would open for some big bad at the ACC like supergrass. not some obscure bar that i am not legally allowed to be in. it's not the distance, nor the kost: it's the age restriction.
-eddie vedder got a red toy truck for xmas when he was 10, i bet. he was overjoyed until he noticed that the wheel was probably broken or something and the axel bent. and then, well, don't kall him daughter... (and the dark kloud that still follows him above his newly-mohawked tete to this day was kreated. yep. i would bet money.)
-alex forgets the address to her favorite friend's [me] website [this place]. wench.
-i just want to read strokes articles. not do my newspaper article or any homework. i want to know where albert said n. j. valensi was like kate moss w/ a stubbed toe. or something.
-my newspaper article is stupid. and hard. and it's a lot easier to piss people off with one fell swoop than be nice to them, or be neutral/fair/diplomatic. poo. damn.

[bono vox: sugar kane - sonic youth]

[SATFEB162002|11:36 p.m.]

ghostworld is so amazing and real. we have already identified like 12 trillion people we swear we know in real life. my friends swear i'm enid, the motherfuckers. alex fluffed my boob like a pillow and then dozed off in my armpit. in 2 seconds alex will swing back to go back to amanda's. because we are apparently good enough to grace her floor. i will remember bedthings this time. cher will take 2 trillion years selecting a sleep outfit. thankyou for the valentine robin. i am jeolous of your kurious george apparel. if if had found them, everyone would have gotten k.g. valentines. and off i go in alex's albino running shoes and my fivedolla shirt. albino shoes for an albino person. hurrahs. good niet.

[bono vox: - ]

[FRIFEB152002|02:39 p.m.]

[ i like the things that you hate ]
dude. duuuude. d.u.d.e. >i forgot what i was going to say. i'm going to bed then i guess. even tho i hate naps. yesterday i downloaded a bunch of valentine's music unwittingly. hooverphonic, goldfrapp and spiritualized. i had no idea...oh and speaking of, this does not make me very happy at all:


Which Star-Crossed Marvel Lover Are You?

libel! slander! that is so not true. no fair.

oh and before i forget, sarah is a brock kon basically because sarah is too big of a brock pro. because i don't want to feel like sarah's presence has swayed me too much. because i always would like to think that i kould find my OWN university [ex: i'm not going to my sister's university because she's there] i'm really jsut not the kind of girl who follows in anyone's footsteps. because, how lame is THAT? there's just no fun or victory in that. because as mr. penny had me illustrate to the klass today, i like victory, i like leadership, i like kontrol, i like winning, i like being the best. in the event i am actually granted real power or something like that i would recommend you all head for the colleen shelters. tra la, the end.

[bono vox: jackie cane - hooverphonic]

[THURSFEB142002|09:23 p.m.]

[ oi. ]
so...yeah. oi is pretty much it. let me do this the lazy economical way:
1)monday: school=kancelled. inside i laff becase this years winter karnival week was shortened to 3 days because of enormous, outrageous amount of snow days and monday was one of the days that was supposed to be winter karnival. i walk in graveyard. eat chinese food. wander to school where my friends are practicing dance and see if someone will kome to the mall with me. cherakee will, but that's no big surprise she was born and raised there methinks. we spend like the next 3-4 hours at the mall. BASICALLY trying on klothes. i prove that pants HATE my legs and that there is no pair of pants out there to fit my poor misc. body. THEN she advises me on what to buy for the variety show. eeeek. we eat at my palce and her parents take us for a quick, sullen frenchy's trip.

2)tuesday=the lights went off in bridgewater power goes out in bridgewater and surrounding area sometime before or after 8 AM. house is bonechilling kold, but lucky for me [i THINK] i am kalled into work because the mall SOMEHOW has power, and some people kan't kome to work. i am dragge out of bed by alex shortly after 9. i dress quickly and for some reason take a bag of kookies with me to her house. it's no warmer, but all my friends are there. even cherakee even tho HER side of the bridge got power back somehow. we return home briefly and then i go to work for noon. the mall is krazy busy, filled with people wanting warmth and food but not necessarily merchandise. the power goes out briefly and we rejoice kos maybe we'll be sent home. no such luck power is restored to mall. i kome home to find that my house got power back at like 4 [hmm...that's like...8 hours w/o power. the house was 12C. at least the mall was warm...] i go to the school to help decorate for winter karnival that is going forward despite the additional snowdays. that's long and huge and then we go to dairy queen around 9 and then i kome home and kontinue working on variety show material.

wednesday = more time on the stage then ever before in my life. the afternoon is the hypnotist. they let the grade 12s and the grade 12s ONLY be hypnotised. since grade 7 or 8 i have been WAITING to get up there...or have my friends go up there and LAFF at them. so we did the test thing and he made it so that i kouldn't open my eyes. it was weird because i went up there thinking that i wasn't really a good kandidate, what with my lack of attention span and all so it was like "ok colleen, try and open your eyes they're not stuck ebcause it probably didn't work..." and i tried and they seemed to almost open but they wouldn't. they wouldn't open. i kept trying and trying and trying. THEN it got annoying because i kould hear people around me like "dude, it didn't work.." and i'm like "oh shit help hello?" because i kan sort of feel that all the people around me are leaving the stage because he's told them that they aren't kandidates. pretty soon i kan't feel anyone on either side of me and i'm still struggling to open my eyes, and the audience is laffing and i just hope it's not at me. he asked me to stay on stage and we all sat in a row of chairs and what happened after that is anyone's guess. i've been told that i did something about martha stewart and had garbage in my hand and there's also something about me being stuck to the wall and like, verbally abusing the poor hypnotist. all i know is that when i kame out of it i was no longer on stage but by the gym wall with the entire school turned looking at me. and then suddenly the hypnotist does something and some of my fellow hypnotizees or whatever you kall them leap from the audience and flail about. dude. it was...strange. and THEN right after we start the haphazard run thru for the variety show. normally it is much earlier. but because of the general chaos of everthing it is a mere 3 HOURS before the variety show. and it isn't even a full run thru. i co-hosted BADLY. sososo bad. all the stuff i've been working on in the last month lasted us just past the intermission. children, it was not good. apparently jake's mom was sitting by a bunch of girls who punctuated our feeble komedic attempts with a chorus of "bitch" and "fag". great, colleen the bitch. people STILL kall me that? people were expecting jake and i to be really really really good. dude, i just don't know.it's a long story. but i won "senior female most like to host a talk show." i've never ever won one of those things. jake won the same kategory, senior male divison. we were so excited because it's usually the same 3 people winning the same kategories [ahh, highscool]. but what a krappy kategory, eh? i don't want no FUCKING talk show, man. afterwards no one went out or ANYTHING so i trudged home, kostume in hand and fell asleep because i had been hypnotized AND traumatized all in one day and spent more time on that freakin' BHS stage then ever before...i think no one from school wants to see me for a long while, after these last 2 weeks...

thursday= kandy & cds. what v-day is all about. i got a valentine from each of my brothers [one of them managed to spell my name wrong. doh] and kandy from dad. kandy from mom, and also relationship of kommand and she will pay for part of my variety show outfit [SKIRT! it was a SKIRT! i wore a SKIRT! ....and it will never happen again.] i didn't send valentines this year because i kouldn't find any that i liked. osrry everyone. alex gave me sweet hearts and amanda sent me a hershey's kiss that said something like "happy v day you sexy bitch you. you're so loose. from gaz coombes" [except she spelled his last name wrong. c'est ok.] and that's prety much it. i kame home and finished robin's videos, packaged all that up. i was supposed to work but the stock that i'm supposed to unpack never arrived. so i will work tomorrow. there is an activity night tonight at school. i was going to miss it, but when my shift got changed i was going to go. but then i realised all my friends were at the parkview dance. so, eh. tomorrow is amanda's birthday. according to our fun new rule i should dress like her tomorrow. i wonder if we all remember that, tho. i'll end up dressed up like amanda in a sea of my klassmates dressed up as whatever the hell tomorrow's winter karnival theme is.

my orange streaks are fading like a bitch. le sigh. orange hair is not all it's kracked up to be. i don't think i'm going to do it again.

our favorite paranoid android speaks: "Thom Yorke of Radiohead told NME that he had insight into the workings of the UK intelligence service MI5 "that would shit your brain," but wouldn't reveal any details because, he said, "they'll do it to me, too." "

ok bye. i think i won't be as busy as last week. but now that winter karnival and variety show are finally fading i am realising that like...i haven't applied to a single school yet, or organized a portfolio or even REQUESTED A SINGLE TRANSCRIPT. must. move. soon. also must take library books back. dude.

[bono vox: nothing - people are trying to sleep y'know]

[SATFEB92002|10:59 p.m.]
go to town, alex. that is if you're not already in bed.

ooooh, bed.

[bono vox: ringing in ears - years of mental deterioration. +hairdye fumes]

[SATFEB92002|09:11 p.m.]

[ busted down on fashion avenue impersonating real men ]
alex informed me that we lose the yearbook room once the yearbook work is over. HOMELESS! homeless we will be. so i'm finished in the freakin' kafeteria, speaking of. oh wait, did i ever mention that here? i spent all my spares this week in the kafeteria which is like the, i dunno, the 'place where the people who are not colleen' sit. and...i sat there. for a newspaper article about people being intimidated by the people in the kafeteria. and the first day, i just scared the pants off everybody. because i brought my friends with me. haha...an army of freaks in the kafeteria. this is what i learned about all those ridiculous high school people that you're supposed to be afraid of: they're way more scared of you. ah ha. my mum kackled and kackled about that. my daily kafeteria stories. it usually konkluded with "*sigh* oh, those idiots...you scare them to death colleen." my mum probably shouldn't encourage this type of thing. and then she told me that teachers at the highschool have told her that the students are afraid of me. wtf? shrug, must be the brass knuckles...

last night i watched a bad movie with my friends and then kame home. i missed a bit of the wedge because they waited so freakin' late to update the page. it was SO good. beh. SOUTH is awesome and the video reminds me of xmases at the rosses circa my childhood. i was lucky enough to katch the short hives interview and it is konfirmed howlin' pelle is INDEED as hot in 24 bit kolour as black and white whoknowswhat from the video. i have only ever found 2 pictures of them on the ent etc. he is well spoken, and totally drole. when nardwuar asked him about ace of base as a fellow swede, pelle totally kountered with a slamming celine dion insult. it was..SLAMMIN. ALSO other videos were asskicking AND slamming. you know, rufus still stops me kold, unbeating dead fish of a heart. i kaught like the LAST few seconds of his new video and it's just him standing there and i was like...in grade 9 squealing all over again. do you know i didn't study for a grade 9 science exam in june because i got so frustrated that i went and laid down in the upstairs hallway and sang rufus wainwright songs into our bigass square fan, and gave not a damn about studying until the wee hours of the morning? the ben folds video was kool and i wonder if that was his real kid, but that's just me wondering so of kourse it's like really none of your business, and rather inkonsequential. or maybe you just don't kare. kan't tell. and i just went to check the website to see what i missed and SURE ENOUGH, i missed the new gorky's video. my dear, dear euros childs.

great. that was me being a teenybopper. who did i pine for? a well koiffed gay troubadour. man, i kan't do ANYTHING right.

i kan't decide whether the song nyc ghosts and flowers is genius or shite...it is indeed a fine, FINE, microscopic line my dear acquaintances..

cherakee: "i want to fly like cedric." my______god. cherakee likes the ones that FLY. eddie vedder, cedric. she likes her rock n rollers to be downright fucking AERODYNAMIC. we listen to cherakee because why? because she loudly encourages hockey players to 'spoon' when hockey fights break out. that is why.

dude. i like a band kalled the gerbils. why? because like band/artist names, much like cheekbones [thanks nick. you get a gold star.] are 'like, totally secondary.' so gerbils and ryan adams you are safe. but seriously gerbils: whoever told you 'the gerbils' was a kool band name lies. you've been had, my friends.

jamie you might like the gerbils. except i have re-neamed them the g------ to make it easier on my self. penny waits. hah.

and i must go now to update my burn me a cd list for alex, and ALSO to go hold a kandlelight memorial for all the little hairs i lost today. oh my god my head feels like nothing. i know it's not a real problem. i just got a hairkut. but this is.....j. no words just the letter j because i kouldn't decided on an adjective. and because if i needed to [and the night is still young] i kould stab myself with the letter j and thereby fix the problem of my kut hair. i reiterate that somewhere i know this is just a hairkut. but it doesn't feel like jsut a hairkut. this feels like a problem. it is kut hair. not a trim. a substantial kut. i feel like i've euthanized my hair. i have some serious apologizing to do to the other strands. how in the FUCK are they ever going to trust me again? this is a problem. so i therefore i kan be upset about it. but i know it's really not a problem so that might make it not a problem, but i'm not sure. but i don't think fact is welcome at the inn, y'know? i don't accept the fact kurrency at this hosienda to any degree of regularity. it doesn't matter what it really is. if it's not really a problem but it feels like a big problem then it therefore is a big problem because we do not enter exchibit FACT into evidence. the judge won't have it. so it IS a big problem, a big problem that bothers me. i am bothered and that was a hard konklusion to kome to. this isn't my area, alright?
my hairdresser expresses koncern over my growing lack of hair and then kuts it. it will take me 8 months to regrow that 4 inches. sigh. but i understand she had to do it, and she did it well, and she kut the smallest possible amount just like i requested. but the kolour is great. but...where is all my hair? i promise to take better kare of you hair, and komb you everyday. so that i don't have to go to the doctor because i let you dreadlock and then komb you roughly. i'm sorry hair. i let you down and i'm so goddamned sorry.

[bono vox: kill your idols - sonic youth]

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the york university website is not so bad. i gave up on trent. help? i didn't get a yahoo great overall feeling from queens or u of t and trent. so for my ontario schools it's like ryerson, brock [SEE sarah. dorf.], york, ottawa and carleton. mom thinks i should only apply to 3 in ontario. pffft. nice try woman. nice try....

i am excessively kold. i forgot i had foto klass tonight and i was late so i sat next to the radiator that was radiating kold air [that's the way my school works.]. alas i am too full from dinner still for hot chocolate. ?

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