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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, May 17 * *
Why are some people such snobs about where I live?
Seriously, it's a village, people. Get over it.
We only have a few stores. We don't have a mall.
Or even a cheap strip mall.
We have a movie store/thrift shop/café/book store.
The only thing that keeps this place alive annually is Riverfest.
Everyone's all "Eww, where you live is gross and dirty."
When we are so clearly not. We have a couple village creeps but that comes with the territory.
And right after everyone's all "eww" they always go "ooh, Riverfest. Let's get drunk and trash the place then leave!"
SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN, STAN.
I hate prejudice. I hate people sometimes.
Stop being so fair-weather-friend about where I live. You either love it (as I do) or hate it.
Don't be "eww" then come, have a good drunken time and ruin Riverfest for everyone by having the cops show up.
I hate you.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 7:31:48 PM * * *
I had a freaky dream. There were these long pale white bugs that turned out to be scary butterfly-moth creatures. They were stagnant unless you touched them or woke them up. I was forced to sleep in a sleeping bag with some. Ugh. They would attach to your fingers and unless you smashed them, they wouldn't let go. The girl who slept in the bag before me was burning them, so there were some weird burnholes in the sleeping bag by the time I got in it.
It was so creepy. Stupid white bugs!
Called Julia about 20 minutes ago. She's asleep. Wake up, fool.
Saturday: Riverfest/ Lizzie McGuire movie with Jen
Sunday: 12 - 4 work
Monday: 7 - 2 babysitting and whatever else that night
I have to go pee. Now.
I'm done. Ahh.
I'm all refreshed this morning because I went to bed at like 9:30 last night. Ah yes.
Hehe, I just remembered our English slideshow where we were talking about the story Heartache, about an old man lonely with heartache over his son's death, who tries to talk to people but nobody will listen or care. Anyway, on the slideshow, Dayna had irrelevant pictures, ie: a bear. Hahaha, I nearly pissed my pants laughing.
Today is awesome out. RIVERFEST.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 10:30:50 AM * * *
* * * * Friday, May 16 * *
Seriously, I don't know what's wrong with me tonight. I cannot function properly. Something is plaguing me -- I cannot stop thinking about it. No matter how hard I try. I even watched the movie and nothing, everything was brought back to it. I'm being so vague. But something felt like it was there. Then it wasn't anymore.
I think there's a party down my street tonight but I really have no interest in going. I hate 3/4 of the people that would be going. All the guys on my bus, near the back, were making weekend plans: "Oh yeah, man, that's not a gino. Seriously though, let's go get baked at soon as we get home, then head over." Riverfest really does bring out the best in people.
My eye is incredibly itchy. I'm listening to "Mr. Bojangles" by Robbie Williams. I felt annoyed today by some people. I don't know, maybe I'm just PMS-ing. And cantankerous. I'm glad I didn't make plans for tonight, I am tired and cranky. Kirk like tackled me in the hallway today when the hall-traffic was going REALLY slowly. I was just standing there with my books and whammo. It frightened me. I fell into someone.
Writer's Craft was somewhat fun. Nick Capelli is a nerd name, Josie! You can't convince me otherwise! Prudence + Nick = haha.
Spare was okay. Julia got mad at something and stormed out. I found out I didn't have sufficient funds in my account to pay everyone back.
History was irritating. I had my Discman playing while writing a test (it was a work period), and Mrs. Harrison had left briefly. Joe and John and Vanessa threw crumpled paper balls at me and giggled immaturely. Joe's hair looked gross. It was incredibly annoying -- like what grade are we in? FOUR? Then they said I had bulgy eyes. Then Joe proceeded to insult my music. As if I care. He is such a snob.
English was fun though. It was only me, Meghan, Dayna, John and Andrew. We just talked about movies, university, gangsters, cows, Mordecai Richler (briefly) and the annoying grade nine's who think they're tough. And twelve-year old girls who wear thongs. Eww.
I wish Shannon was online. I feel that she's the only one I can talk to about my problems right now, I don't know why. I also feel that everyone else gets annoyed by me when I talk about them. Maybe Shannon does too. But at least it's not obvious.
I don't know about Riverfest tomorrow. I really doubt I'll be going. I thought I would, and I still might...but I just don't know. I hate being wishy-washy.
I wished I skipped fourth. I needed to talk to someone. And I didn't do it. Stupid regrets.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 8:53:34 PM * * *
i am off my groundation.
woo.
today ended sourly for me
a disappointment. very much so.
i rented 'the hot chick' though.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 4:48:21 PM * * *
* * * * Monday, May 12 * *
cruelty to animals.
i am so frightened.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 10:23:31 PM * * *
i just got the creepiest phonecall ever.
me: hello?
guy: uh.
me: ...can i help you?
guy: ........this is fran (pronounced frahn kinda, he was muffled)
...CLICK.
haha. i was so confused. i think he was drunk or stoned or just mentally stupid.
i'm gonna slap you, emma.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 8:11:16 PM * * *
* * * * Sunday, May 11 * *
1. survivor truly sucks
2. screenplay has not been started.
3. poster done. crappy? yes? done? YES.
4. $26.75 for train fee from toronto to ttown on saturday
5. still no place to stay over. grange apt = $80
6. IS ANYONE STILL GOING?
7. i hate this.
8. this english presentation will be the suckiest thing EVER.
9. it's really superhot in here.
10. scott may be able to drive me to toronto, and anyone else who wants to come.
11. i have a feeling this toronto trip isn't going to happen.
12. like everything else we try and plan.
13. IT IS TOO HOT IN THIS HOUSE
* You're so silly, Nanny! 11:22:24 PM * * *
i need to finish my poster.
watch the survivor finale.
start my screenplay - finish my screenplay.
steph, toronto might happen.
* You're so silly, Nanny! 7:23:38 PM * * *
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