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*   *    LAURIE! *     *
I'm Laurie. I have hair that makes Richard Simmon's hair looks good. I like giraffes and monkeys. I especially like monkeys. When I was born, my dad said I was either a boy or the ugliest girl alive. It's things like that that makes my self-esteem so high these days. I like a mixture of music from Tool to Weezer to Billie Holiday to Flock of Seagulls. I have an extreme love for the 80s that will never cease. I think I've seen The Breakfast Club about thirty eight times, even though I only like parts of it. Emilio Estevez is my boyfriend. I have a lawn gnome named Clyde. He's dear to my heart. Bruce Willis sings stalker songs to me at night. I watch TV a lot. I love movies to death. I hate the feeling, sound, word, thought of fleece. My nanny gave me a fleece sweater awhile ago. I like the smell of gasoline, freshly cut grass and chlorine. I like when my skin smells after I get out of the pool. I tend to bite my nails too much so my nails are gross and short and creepy. I can't stand having bumps in my hair. I have to have music. I cry during scenes like the ending of Revenge of the Nerds. Unpixelated Sims is funny, and kind of creepy. Laughing at drunk people makes for good times. Claire is my sex monkey. You just wish you were, too. I'm not on crack, although you'd think I was.








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          *    * *   * Saturday, February 2     * *

At 10:30 a.m. in the morning, the phone rang. I was in the middle of a dream which consisted of me choosing a wedding gown for my panicky Aunt Judy. It was a nice enough dream. The phone kept ringing until I was forced to drag myself out of the lovely little reverie to answer it. This, on the way to the phone, is when I realized I was the only one home except Brad (who is still sleeping). I answered the phone groggily. The conversation goes as follows with M as Me and H as Her:

M: Hello?
H: Hello?
M: Yes?
H: Is your mother home?
M: Uhh..no, she's at work but can I take a message? (loud old-lady coughing interrupts the end of this sentence, on my behalf)
H: No, that's okay. [click]

Alright, I would've taken a message! You don't call at 10:30 and hear that it's clearly someone who JUST woke up to basically say you didn't call at all. :P That really makes me mad. But, onto other topics, I watched "Sweet November" last night with my mom. It was alright -- no cryfest or anything. I'm saving my tears for "A Walk To Remember." Blah. I have to do the dishes but that, most definitely, can wait. Ooh, we had a HUGE snowfall yesterday! And it got REALLY REALLY windy, and a shingle almost hit our car while in town. I had to go outside in that wind-snow-hail-rain storm (thanks Mom) to fix the pool lattice which was flying off. Yep. Huh, maybe Brad went to Adam's. I haven't heard him since I got up. Well, I'll blog later, I'm sure.

P.S: "Maybe It's Me" episode last night was really funny. Yay :D

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 11:02:33 AM    * *       *


          *    * *   * Friday, February 1     * *

I feel like ranting, and considering everyone else is too, I will. Okay, I have nothing against punks. (Seems to be a popular topic, these days) I am not one, nor am I probably going to be one anytime soon. I have punk friends, yes. I like the clothes, music, etc. I just don't do it. BUT, one thing that REALLY REALLY bothers me are "punk" shirts.
They are in your average teen-girl clothing stores. They usually feature a plain black cutoff-sleeved shirt with safety pins sporadically placed. And here's the kicker. There is almost always, in hot pink crazy letters, written "punk rock," "punk GRRL!", etc. You get the point. If you are truly punk, you do not buy into these superficial shirts that mostly teenyboppers wear. I'm sorry, but real and true punks do not need to display it across their chests. Self-advertising isn't too popular with the real punks. Also, those "hottie" shirts that proclaim yourself...as, well, a hottie. :P They just all bother me.


*   You're so silly, Nanny! 12:39:39 PM    * *       *


          *    * *   * Wednesday, January 30     * *




*   You're so silly, Nanny! 8:42:18 PM    * *       *


has anyone woken up crying? maybe it was just my tear ducts that night, but when i fell asleep at aimée's, i woke up crying. that was the weirdest sensation. i woke up BECAUSE i felt my tears, hmm.

everyone pray for aimée's grandma. she had an aneurism two nights ago, went into a 30-minute coma and all her family's trying to get to the kingston hospital to be there for when they "pull the plug" (unless they don't have to). i met aimée's nanny once and i liked her :) she's so french, she skips her h's. "i cut my 'air today" :D and i'm going to cry just thinking about her.

so anyway. i'm home alone for 6 hours. the boys went to a hockey game in ottawa, for my dad's birthday. my mom's at work until like 7. i have to babysit william for an hour at 4. but until then, i'm "free" but i have no money or rides anywhere. so i'm stuck at home. and this barenaked ladies song ("thanks, that was fun") is making me cry. i am so weepy lately. and my cousin aaron is getting my hook-up connections to download the sims. whee.

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 1:34:44 PM    * *       *


          *    * *   * Monday, January 28     * *

i am chilled. and this gum is getting tiring to chew. and if you're wondering, i took those cam shots with chantale's webcam. and unless i go back soon, there won't be anymore anytime soon.

next semester (feb 4)
law
media english
religion
english

yay ;D those are cool courses. i just don't wanna read the great gatsby, neh. exams are over. movie day with ashley on thursday. and i gotta pee. later :P

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 11:34:10 PM    * *       *


my aunt just emailed me. how cool are we.

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 8:24:13 PM    * *       *


          *    * *   * Sunday, January 27     * *

It has dawned on me today, these six pieces of high-quality information about movies:

1. All Arnold Schwartzenegger movies involve him single-handedly fighting and defeating hundreds (if not thousands) of robust, gun-toting men. Arnold, as a must, always has a tight, grease-monkey look to it with rips and occaionally a bullet hole or two. And eventually, after beating the crap out of these bad men, Arnold MUST have a face-to-face personal confrontation with the Evil Overlord himself. Because, of course, this Evil Overlord has kidnapped the one woman/girl in his life that means something to him. And he will always have that witty, but slightly dumb sidekick who really does nothing but make jokes throughout it. And Arnold can always find a heavy I-mean-business gun or grenade. Some form of weapon.

2. In action movies, during a particular heavy-action scene, the two protagonists must have a verbal battle of sarcastic yet funny remarks. This is Hollywood, and we all know when we're about to be blown to itty-bitty bits on some ghetto sidewalk, we want our last words to be "Here's Johnny!" or something-or-other.

3. This is obvious, but it needs to be said. In any cheesy horror movie, there has to be a) scary shrieking noises during a death scene b) some form of sex, pornography, genitalia shown, etc. c) some pretty girls running around topless, because this only makes the psycho killer only angrier and more vengeful. And why is that, that the psycho killers always use different forms of killing their victims -- raping them with a haircurler (oh yes, it's been done*), the infamous shower stabbing, drowning, etc. If I was to kill dozens of skanky teenagers, I would prefer just a simple routine. Who has time to be creative? Really.

4. In action/kung fu/karate movies, there will always be the time when ONE man is taking on about six men simultaneously. And during this rough scene, when that man is fighting one, the other five stand around. When they could be beating the crap out of him together, they decide the hard way. Tsk tsk.

5. Sharks, without a doubt, will always have a personal vendetta against at least one family. And in some cases, the shark has followed that particularly tasty family to the Bahamas from, oh let's say, some random ocean. Smart shark, I'd say.

6. In almost every action/comedy/drama (such as the Beethoven series :D), there is always two bad men. Always. Because. One of them is the mean leader who constantly puts down the other one, for being dumb or whatever. At the end, for noneother reason than he was personally offended, the dumb sidekick will rebel and then proceed to fight with the opposition.

* Sleepaway Camp, circa 1980s

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 9:54:40 PM    * *       *



Pink!

I'm the pink Doc Marten...
I'm sassy and always in touch
with my feminine side

Which Doc Marten are you?
(by *coffeebean*)



*   You're so silly, Nanny! 1:28:02 AM    * *       *