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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, February 8 * *
Movies tonight?
Parents are gone.
Brad's at a friend's, sleeping over.
What shall I do...
Julia's sleeping over, I think.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 7:00:19 PM * * *
I don't know why but everyone's pissing me off. Nearly everyone. One person in general. Their whole demeanor and trend thing, AGH.
My parents are leaving TONIGHT for New York.
I am not a happy camper.
I work tomorrow and today. 1 - 5 today, 12 - 5 tomorrow.
I'm so pissy right now.
The dance was okay. The only fun parts were the truth or dare game, and the five-song period of Tyler dancing. haha. cracked me up. I love imitating him...just because you CAN'T. Everyone who thinks of themselves as wild and crazy dancers? No. Not EVEN CLOSE. Truth or Dare was hilarious. Joel dirty dancing with two girls. Emma, Tyler and I jumping around and "rocking it" to Avril Lavigne around the gym, making fun of people. Josie and Christina running into people's dance circles and dancing. And them just standing there dumbfounded. haha.
Then there was Tara. Serenading the cop. I nearly died. And Emma's 10-buck dare which I couldn't keep. Aww.
Matthew Good:
Apr. 10
Toronto - Kool Haus
You have no idea how badly I want to go.
AHH! I didn't know Coldplay was playing at the Corel Centre on the 24th!!! BAHHHHHHHH!!!@#^&$*.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 11:20:20 AM * * *
* * * * Thursday, February 6 * *
Nobody commented about my rant.
I wonder why not.
Steph was being creepy after school today.
Yay bus slip!
Writer's Craft was odd. Jeff is so boring.
I like to dance to Zach Attack's CD.
I have to remember to bring Dirty Dancing tomorrow.
What to do tonight?
- History - Robert Owen crap
- Writer's Craft - Book review thing
- English - Memorize presentation stuff
Brad makes our house sounds like a crackhouse.
With all the bass and rap songs. Ew.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 4:30:12 PM * * *
* * * * Tuesday, February 4 * *
Listening to Paul Anka.
My cousin's obsessed with my lack of driving lately.
I'll drive when I drive. Get off it.
I think I've only told a few people what my after-graduation plans are.
I'm not going to college. I'm not going to university. I'm not going anywhere but my job. I'm working for a year. Taking it day by day. We'll see what happens September 2004. I honestly don't know. I don't care to think about it. I eventually would like to attend college, for something that I'm, at best, interested in. We'll see. I just feel fed up with my friends. Not their overall behaviours or anything; just the college/university freakout everyone's been having. You know what? You're almost ALL on Honour Roll, so just shut up. You'll get into a nice university. College is not for retards, so just shut up. Half of you unintentionally make me feel like the biggest retard. I'm not saying this to be a giant pity party for Laurie. But seriously, just sit back and think about it. You're 70s-80s-90s. That's what you've worked for. That's what you deserve. Accept the fact that you'll almost all get into the university of your choice. Most people aren't that lucky. I know you're frightened and scared and stuff about university, but just suck it up. The worst that can happen? A safety school. NOT A BIG DEAL. A lot of kids would kill for even that. You should be glad for the grades you've gotten through school. A lot of you, and your families, put immense pressure on you to graduate with an above-80 average. Seriously. Consider yourself so lucky. You don't know how good you've got it. I just wanted to say. I'm sick of everyone whining about not getting into university. You'll get in, so just be quiet.
I don't mean to offend anyone with that rant. I really don't. It's not directed at anyone in specific. Almost everyone of my friends is on the Honour Roll. I'm not mad at any of you, I just want you all to know how good you have it and what you should be grateful for. It just upsets me how upset you guys get, over something so, really, trivial. We'll all die eventually. So what if Trent or McMaster or Waterloo or Toronto doesn't accept you? Will it be the death of you? No, you'll get over it. Maybe they weren't the school for you anyway. Will you be disappointed? Sure, who's not to say you wouldn't.
Gah.
Gilmore Girls was alright. American Idol is on at 11.
I don't want tomorrow to be another ice day, or snow day. I want to go to school. Finish my History presentation. Have fun in Writer's Craft. And yes, read King Lear in English class.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 9:36:27 PM * * *
I can hear my dad watching Star Trek.
Oh my.
I have a stupid Spanish song from "Dirty Dancing" stuck in my head.
Del Toros de Poco, or something along those lines. I could care less.
Ahaha, Star Trek music is so intense.
Bye now.
P.S: Julia sucks because she couldn't talk while making lunch. Stupid non-multi-tasker!
* You're so silly, Nanny! 2:33:30 PM * * *
* * * * Monday, February 3 * *
i like the plinky fun tune of "why dont you get a job" chorus by the offspring
it makes me want to dance
like an angry monkey
heje
haha a wrong haiku
* You're so silly, Nanny! 11:08:35 PM * * *
So now it's:
Spare - Jen, Justyne, Julia, Slutsy, Mary
Writer's Craft - Aimee, Josie, Shannon
English - Dayna, Marc, Victoria, Christina, Carson
History - Chantale, Candice, and Creepy Mexican
Hee. Creepy Mexican has creepy eyes. I noticed that today. But he's a nice person. Stefan could NOT get any more pushy than he was today. He nearly hurt Candice and Chantale and I for not giving him a direct answer about partnering in History. Haha. He's a wee bit off.
Writer's Craft - Probably will be my favourite course of the semester, or year, but I hate the people that the class consist of
English - Reading King Lear (but not Oepidus, she took it off the list) right now, quiz tomorrow
History - I really hope I'll like it, she seems really nice despite popular rumours
I finished my newspaper article! Hurrah for me. J's in two of my classes, and I met up with him unintentionally at Bravo's. Then he said I was pregnant. And teased me about my mittens. Pooh, they're fun and rainbowy. Somebody washed the fun message off Steph's locker! BLAH! I'll just write it again! Stupid jan-ee-tors. MSN won't let me back online to my Shannon! Wahh.
I watched Joe Millionaire tonight. I hope Zora wins. I think her and Joe are the best together, because she's not shallow like Moany Ahhy Sarah. Gah! She makes me mad! So pampered and moany and stupid and kissy. Zora's not whorey! YAY! But when he reveals his lie, she won't trust him. She's a stickler for trust and stuff. HMM. This show is addicting and horrible all at the same time. Zach Attack was not online for me to rant to him! WHY ZACH ATTACK!
HAhahahahahahahaha Gangly Rape Girl is a Dife! She beats up a gangly cat! YOU KNOW YOU DO! Rocky boxing gloves. Best comic strip EVER. BEST EVER. Why am I listening to the Ataris? Why? Really. Why. OH MIC KEY YOUR SO FINE YOURE SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND HEY MICKEY!
man im giddy? WHY HAHAHAHHAA. gangly difey cat. stupid msn!!!1 gah!!! Hahaha, Steph got the wrong classroom. And Carson yelled after her "Go back to Toronto!" and I don't think half the people in the class understood. Oh but I do. DID I EVER> man i'm so smart. what's wrong with me, im so smart, why arent IIIIII in a science centre? That's right! THEY WOULD FEEL INTIMIDATED. aahahhaahahahha i hate the stupid kids in my writer's class. gah. mr gay is funny to laugh at, but not in a mean way. yum i had poutine today. cheesy goodness. then i realized i got higher on my exam mark than hoolia. how fun for me. i know that sounds so incredibly mean, but its a relief to know that my exam was actually...better than someone's who's smart. i got a 65 in that class. 75-76 in socio. meh. i need to know my law mark.
brain blank..
my brother WAS almost eaten by a crocodile. i think i'll bring up my average incredibly with this course. it doesnt sound necessarily EASY as much as it sounds amazing and fun! wheeeee fun classes. I GET PAID TOMORROW? WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I DID MY HOMEWORK TONIGHT! i started a good trend, hopefully. i'll probably...maybe not, but i might...shut this baby down later on this semester if the workload gets to be too much. or...at least, i'll leave it open and runnig. just on a hiatus thinger.
why did like five guys in our school have really horrible haircuts today? kiel, david, jeff, and that bald oac guy...i forget his name. big guy. came into our law class frequently.
BYE>
* You're so silly, Nanny! 11:06:56 PM * * *
* * * * Sunday, February 2 * *
1. Spare - me
2. Writer's Craft - Truaisch
3. English - Demaiter
4. History - Harrison
Blah. School.
Alias was very good, although confusing for my simple mind. I'm actually blogging....using caps. Does that mean something? I didn't catch the last couple minutes of Alias. Stupid brother. I saw the steamy kitchen scene and that's it. I hope Fake Francie showed up -- I'll watch it again at 9 to see. Something might've happened! Oh no!
I know I have spare with Jen. And Writer's Craft with....EVERYONE. And English with a few people I enjoy. I can't remember who's in History. I hate not knowing. It makes me anxious. Stupid me.
Work was actually okay. Tara womanned (haha) the till, and I debited/visaed/mastercarded and bagged. It was okay. She's nice. Caitlyn went home because she had the flu. I was left alone (somewhat) on the till from 4-5. Then I took Amanda's shift for the 14th. Whoop, more money. I punched out seven minutes late...but it was okay. I think I get paid (something around $215?) this Tuesday. Yay me. Ahaha, five minutes before the store closed, apparently my mom came in, walked right by my till, and tried to get my attention by winking at me. I so did not even notice her.
I work every weekend, so far of February. Ah well. Money is money. And I need it. Desperately.
But enough about work. Hmm. What else to chat about. Nothing's been going on lately. I know what kind of hairstyle I want for prom. 1910-1950s Hollywood Starlet hair. I have all these picture of Hollywood goddesses cut out on my wall. I got them photocopied from a book. Whee. I suck. And no wonder I don't blog. I have nothing interesting to write about!
I HAVE COUNTRY MUSIC FROM WORK STUCK IN MY HEAD
DIXIE CHICKS ON REPEAT
YODELLING. AND SCREECHING "C'MON Y'ALL!"
SHOVE A GUN DOWN MY THROAT.
But otherwise than that misery and agony and pain and anguish. Hee. So overdramatic. The other day, I was snoozing after work and I fell asleep into my arm. I was like five minutes into semi-unconsciousness and my mom comes in and asks if I want scrambled eggs. BLARGH.
I think we're moving to Ttown in the summer. I THINK. No actual definite plans. Don't know when or where.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 8:48:17 PM * * *
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