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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, April 26 * *
talking to shannon is fun
studio 237 sucks
skipping school is yay
my mom deserting me in the walmart parking lot while im laughing and snorting all crazy-like is...funny
getting lectured at work is not fun.
watching amounts of tv. okay.
i worked tomorrow 11-4. going to see identity tomorrow night w/ jen.
NO DANCE FOR ME> HAHAH SHANNON YOU SMELL
* You're so silly, Nanny! 1:39:55 AM * * *
* * * * Wednesday, April 23 * *
Blah. Just blah. Nothing wrong. Just blah. I have tons and tons of ISUs and projects and homework assignments galore. Yet I sit home and watch the Bachelor, That 70s Show (poor Hyde), American Idol and Dawson's Creek. When will I learn?
WHY ISN'T STEPH ANSWERING HER PHONE! Wait, wasn't she going to Toronto today? Oh. Well, if you read this Stephanie, bring your concert t-shirt (Collective Soul or whatever you have, doesn't matter) tomorrow. And I shall bring my pants for you.
To Do for Tomorrow: English questions, English ISU outline, have read An Ounce of Cure, read some of The Gods Will Have Blood
To Do for Future: English ISU, Clash of the Titans, English presentation/project, finished The Gods Will Have Blood, Writer's Craft screenplay adaptation, Writer's Craft ISU
GRAH. I'm staring at my VHS copy of "The Princess Bride." Oh, Fezzic. How I love you.
Driver's Ed went from a driver's education course to a class about physics. We dragged Mr. Gomez in to answer a question. Hee. But it was typically boring as usual. Kristina, Adrienne and I played 'I Never.' And Kristina shocked me. I swear!
Today, the drug dogs -- no, pardon me, the MAYOR (do we even have one?) -- came by today. A bunch of us got locked into the cafteria. Stupid.
Way too tired to stay awake.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 10:58:56 PM * * *
* * * * Tuesday, April 22 * *
I went driving for like half an hour, to pick my mom up from work and back. A few rough spots. A few potential collisions.
It figures. I am called selfish, immature, petty and childish with a lack of integrity. Because I took the batteries away.
Oh well. I am getting a new discman. Why do I care if I'm all of the above.
My family is so argumentative tonight. My dad's being right friggin' snotty.
Listening on repeat to: Finch - "What it is to Burn"
Excellent song.
Eww. Kazaa is advertising Sex Poker. Yes. Because I like to play that hours on end. Eww.
I've had "Somewhere Out There" by Our Lady Peace stuck in my head for a couple days now.
GRAH!!! My great pink and white puka shell necklace BROKE ALL OVER THE PLACE BECAUSE BRAD FOUND IT AMUSING TO SWING IT AROUND> THANKS RETARD> gaaaaah. another half an hour until gilmore girls. ooh.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 7:34:33 PM * * *
My dad just proceeded to come into this room, call me a hypocrite, list the reasons, and leave.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 4:33:47 PM * * *
I wore my bright blue 70s polyester-nylon blend Adidas track suit coat. I liked it.
My brother threw my discman into the pavement today, smashing it.
I got mad at my dad about it and accused him of something, so he chucked it against the wall.
My family needs anger management classes. We have holes in the halls to prove this.
Friday: Blood Drive vs. Studio 237 with Mom? Perhaps I can make both.
Prom dress shopping soon, hopefully. I just ate sour cream & onion chips. Ugh.
I really wish the best for Emma's Ryerson interview tomorrow. Go Emma! Run faster!
I feel like smashing my fist into my brother's face really really hard.
He said he hated me. Called me a skank. He'll get away with it.
Steph's Post-It for me on the English desk amused me so.
Conversation in the library with Steph was fun and entertaining. Laughing Boy, Pierre Trudeau, making out in the aisles (ha!) and so much more. Oh.
I work this weekend...
Friday: 5 - 9
Saturday: 11 - 4
Sunday: 11 - 4
Not too shabby, I say. I feel like giving blood. What homework do I have to do?
Writer's Craft - nothing
History - finish 25 questions, work on CotT
English - 4 "King of the Raft" questions, 4 "Night Face Up" (or something) questions, ISU work
Julia was really cranky today. I did not really enjoy that. I owe Jen three dollars. On my keyboard, the G looks like an curvy arrow. Ahem. Radio Club was somewhat fun today. We played porno music. Oh, Superfreak. Tomorrow is my choice. Muah. Hello, Ace of Base and Frankie Valli. Why hello, Laurie. I'll comma you, Shannon! Fezzic woo!
I don't really know if Jen liked her Wilfrid Laurier shirt or not. Oh well. Off to work on my English ISU.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 4:25:53 PM * * *
* * * * Monday, April 21 * *
C'est Moi says:
i wonder if they sell inspiration at the corner store?
We drink the night away, and we pray that no one will ever know our insecurities. says:
99 cent bin.
I'm Easy. says:
yeah distance takes it up the ass
I'm Easy. says:
from a lion
We drink the night away, and we pray that no one will ever know our insecurities. says:
an angry lion at that.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 11:22:06 PM * * *
Went Goodwill shopping today with my mom. I bought a few shirts, the most amazing retro dress ever that I am in love with, a rainbowy belt and a Sweet Valley book, I think. Unless I accidentally shoplifted it. Or left it on the shelf. Oh no. It looked interesting.
What do I have to do tonight:
- research "emigres" for history, gather information for Candice
- do a few journal entries
- redo short story, finish it
- work on english isu
i have ten days to finish my english isu. i am SO SCREWED. i didn't even start it. like, wth. My family watched "Panic Room" today. Meh. It was good, but yeah. I've already seen it.
Next weekend, we're going to see "Identity", I guess. Blah. I'm pretty much indifferent at this point. People annoyed me this weekend. For different reasons. Nobody really in particular, I think people had their annoying points every once in awhile. I really am sorry I spilled my delicious Fruzle on Claire's sweater. Oh man.
I got some issues clarifies with certain people last night. It was refreshing, if not the slightest bit awkward. Yet, in an odd sense, flattering. I'm being so vague.
Today, I got the notion that I'm true to myself most of the time. I don't try and be something or someone I'm not. I like oldies music and clothes, curly haired boys, hanging out with my family, playing Risk with anyone who wants to play, orange juice (almost possessively), boys-style undies, knee socks, and roseanne reruns. i like dancing movies (footloose, grease, dirty dancing) that star sexy tight-pantsed men, when my mom gets going into a odd-sounding laughing fit at mcdonalds drive-thrus, dirty puns, the word sex (just saying it out of nowhere, anyway), watching old movies with anyone, the great gatsby, watching tv until my eyes bleed, having hairy leg contests with my friends, poking my own stomach, etc etc. you know, i don't try and hide these things. I don't strive to be different. I don't strive to be me. I just...am. I'm not afraid of what people say; if you think about it, they are more concerned with how I look and act than I am. Doesn't that say something about their lives? I'm sick of acting like someone I'm not, some non-snorting-when-I-laugh girl. Someone who doesn't shuffle-race down school hallways with her friends, who doesn't eat a stranger's sandwich off a garbage can because she's hungry. Shut up. I was hungry. Who cares if I like doing that stuff (albeit eating that sandwich)? So what if I like neat stuff that's "right now" like some AE clothes or glittery makeup or a popular pair of shoes? I mean, if I like it, why do you care? You think people are uncultured when they laugh at your 'different' choice of clothes, but you laugh at them for not having a mind. They obviously do, they pick what they think. Yes, some people are unfortunate enough to not know what they like based on their own decisions and they do follow the crowd, but that's their choice. I think people should be indifferent about what other's decisions are. Yeah wow, you like American Eagle clothes. Good for you, you like paying a lot. Yeah wow, you like shopping at Sally Anne. Good for you, you're cheap. It is no different.
I personally do not like putting down others' clothing. I might do it, I don't notice. I think I make fun of Manly Dyke's clothes because they are manly and dykey. But that's for a good reason. Hee. Just teasing, Manly Dyke. You know I love you.
Trust me, this is not a target at anyone (Julia, it's not at you. Or anyone. I'm not mad. I just had a "revelation" and felt the need to share it with everyone else. Comment if you like.)
* You're so silly, Nanny! 7:45:14 PM * * *
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