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what the frank
layout by Rae
baby got back
* * 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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Shannon, Josie, Emma, Zach, Steph, Julia, Betsy, Gemma
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* * * * Saturday, September 21 * *
My ear hurts. My mom's forcing me to watch "Miss America" with her. But then Aimée called and I feel bad. But the conversation with Aimée is funny, heh.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 10:29:57 PM * * *
Well then. My cold has been reduced to a phlegmy cough. So I'm talking to Steph online and we're having a creepy two-sided conversation which has (in a period of three hours - because the first time we talked today) had a range from Archie comics, to our crazy pets, to our timely murders to...who knows what. Hee. I love talking to her because we have the same creepy frame of mind. I haven't talked to Julia in so long and I hate it. She never blogs long blogs anymore and I'm feeling violated because of it. Off to watch Clueless on CityTV.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 4:52:30 PM * * *
* * * * Friday, September 20 * *
I feel so gross and snotty. I have a stuffy stuffy nose, pounding headache, clogged throat and my nose just keeps running and stuffing again. I have practically used up a whole Kleenex box. My nose is bright red and my ears are plugged somehow. My voice is (moreso than usual) nasaly and very weird sounding. I nearly threw up taking Echinachea yesterday. I've been taking "cold" pills and stuffing icky tissues down far down into the garbage. My parents are beginning to pity me. I think anytime I stay home, they think I'm faking. But after the second day home, they realized I really am sick. Eww, I'm yucky. I'm a snot-infested mess. Haha, look at the way I attract the boys~!
* You're so silly, Nanny! 9:37:04 AM * * *
* * * * Thursday, September 19 * *
stayed home again today. and julia, i'll get my lip pierced with you when i turn 18. or tongue. or a tattoo. heh. watched sbtb, family matters, fresh prince and other family shows today. i don't like staying home. i always feel like my parents are angry at me for doing it. it really hurts to swallow and my voice is whispery and wobbly. blah. echinachea, no matter how DISGUSTING and AWFUL it is, does work its magic in time. i miss law class and all its hearty debates. i miss politics, only because of my group (represent!). i miss lunch because of everything. i miss sociology because of my group and mindless doodles. i miss spare because i miss listening to deftones with candice and yelling "hi bob! hi stan! how's the go going?" down the hallways. i miss school. and i'm such a loser for that.
in the lips picture that julia linked, that girls lips are amazing. just wanted to say, i wish my lips looked like that.
all i have to say today: "Something's Creepy Under Boat, Andy" and Shawn w/o his shirt :D (FEENEY! FEENEY!)
* You're so silly, Nanny! 9:02:33 AM * * *
* * * * Wednesday, September 18 * *
down with echinachea
* You're so silly, Nanny! 9:38:16 PM * * *
today summed up
- sixteen hours of sleep
- constant nausea
- a lot of pills
- red, sore throat
- sweaty
- cold
- clammy and gross
- eating oatmeal, yogurt and toast all day
- watching campy tv reruns
- watched star trek and mash with my dad
- read the michael jackson biography
- dragging my gross body around all day
oh yeah, i'm a treat. i can tell when my mom gets all maternal because before i came upstairs she's like "go take a nice warm shower, change into clean pajamas and just curl up in cool, clean sheets" and you cannot tell me how comforting that would feel right now. so i'm off to shower my gross self. i probably won't go to school tomorrow if i'm like this again. so i'm sorry in advance.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 9:36:38 PM * * *
* * * * Tuesday, September 17 * *
watched a whole lot of tv today and did a whole lot of nothing elsewhere.
you can't resist her... (weezer - "only in dreams" which i've had stuck in my head since 8:30 am)
my homeroom is so gay. we have to do a bulletin board theme and we could win prizes for originality. we're doing baby pictures with a snakes & ladders theme. what the frig's up with THAT? turns out, that's aimée's homeroom idea. we suck so much.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 11:35:05 PM * * *
* * * * Monday, September 16 * *
my dad was singing fleetwood mac and smacking his stomach and chest and swinging his arms out. i live in a nuthouse.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 5:21:47 PM * * *
* * * * Sunday, September 15 * *
all down the side of my law binder jen wrote: (in order of appearance)
you're gay
loser
skank
loser
ur gay
nerd
jen loves me oh so much.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 6:53:34 PM * * *
I rtukle.
I was watching Nightmare on Elm Street 5 (so was Juulia!%#& :D I told you about the connection!!!) but then it got really stupid (duh) so I changed it to Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. It was one of the really funny episodes, where he had to dress up as a sunflower with little kids then he rapped "You Are My Sunshine." I laughed. I was hunched over my bowl of Chef Boyardee spaghetti when I heard someone come in the house. I didn't look up, thinking it was my brother. But it was my nanny :D She's so great. So I made her surprise my mom too. Yay. Anyway, I had to interview her and Grampa for this sociology assignment, and it turns out Nanny was a bit wild in her early days, haha. Seriously, she dated guys who were like 10 years older than her. My mom and I called her loose. So then I went downstairs and watched one episode of Smallville. I lead a really boring, self-amused life. But I think I prefer it that way.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 6:52:12 PM * * *
It's that time of the month,
Again, your bitching,
Stop yelling at me.
I know you've got to plug yourself up,
But why take it out on me?
Just leave me alone,
Stop yelling at me,
Leave me alone,
When it's your time to bleed.
- NOFX "On the Rag"
* You're so silly, Nanny! 1:43:13 PM * * *
I love when you have a really strong connection with someone that you just met. It's so strong of a connection that sometimes it freaks you out, and you just wonder if they have half your brain. And everything you talk about, the other person has some weird similar association with it. Like with Julia. We probably would never have become friends if I didn't become friends with Sara, then Claire, then Aimée and Meghan and Candice, and then Jen which led to Josslyn and Tanya and Julia. Then everyone else. Julia have such a connection, it scares us. Like some stupid children's series of books, we both loved when we were little. We both love the same things basically. We're the only ones of our group that would set foot in Goodwill and shop seriously, to actually wear the clothes the next day. We love campy, creepy, crappy movies. We love zines and music and monkeys. All I can think of is one similarly-related topic and we're woven together tightly around it. I visualize that and it sounds like something a killer would visualize. From lunchboxes to my multiple boyfriends (Bob Saget, David Hasselhoff, Stephen Dorff, etc.) to paralyzed sex to the bands we love to the need to have unexplainable pins. I mean, come on, we wear the most ridiculous things out. Bright soccer socks, old man cardigans, red felt plastic cowboy hats, orangatang masks, neon yellow hick shirts and pin-covered messenger bags. To toting Clyde and Pimpy Pierre Pont (our lawn gnomes) around town, to taking the most hilarious pictures ever, we have the best times together. I don't know why - it's not like we have anything interesting to do. But I guess our colourful (extremely) personalities clash in a good way and make it fun. I love Julia. This wasn't actually supposed to be a post about Julia, but the whole connection thing got me thinking. She's the one person that I REALLY REALLY REALLY click with. I click with all my friends and acquaintances but not this well. She's one of my best friends. Hee. I'm so cheesy.
I've got a stupid pimple right smackdab on my chin and it hurts. Not so much anymore but it hurts to touch or anything. It's gross and I hate it. I was supposed to go see Matt Good this weekend in Bala. But that didn't turn out and I feel like crying. He would have been so amazing to see. I'd probably throw my panties at him. Heh.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 1:42:07 PM * * *
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