Oh yes, this is beautiful. The never-ending winter has come to a halt! I mean, an end. Yes, it's all over. It's 70-some degrees. I'm in my room, on my bed, with the window open. And my shades are up. It's definitely beautiful.
I'm going to try to write a poem about myself for English class.
I'm an extroverted introvert
A cold, bitter romantic
A socializing hermit
An honest liar
I'm a little bit one end of the spectrum
And a little bit of the other
I'm a little bit cynical and a little -
I go about my daily life
As thoughts of you fill my mind
And there ain't a thing I can do about it
So meanwhile I pretend everything is normal
While I wait for you to be a part of my past
And not my future
You are a dead end
You are a movie I know the ending to
You are a pointless remake
3.14.2003 9:56 pm
"The Electric Slide"
+ x people who don't know how to do it, but try anyhow (whereas x = TOO MUCH)
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A mosh pit
+ x people who don't know how to do it, but try anyhow (whereas x = TOO MUCH)
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A mosh pit
3.1.2003 12:29 pm
It's March!
The first thing I did this morning (after getting my bagel and coffee) was watch A Little Romance. I loved it. It was so cute. Now why can't something like that happen to me?
I really am a romantic. I have always been one. At least deep down in side. I may always pester my friends about how much it must suck for them to have a boyfriend, but I think we all know that deep down inside, I'm just jealous.
Mr. Right just doesn't go to my school. He doesn't live in Poland. I don't think he lives in Ohio, actually. He might live in the U.S. He might not. I'm not sure about that one.
Nothing ever happens to me. I'm bored.
The first thing I did this morning (after getting my bagel and coffee) was watch A Little Romance. I loved it. It was so cute. Now why can't something like that happen to me?
I really am a romantic. I have always been one. At least deep down in side. I may always pester my friends about how much it must suck for them to have a boyfriend, but I think we all know that deep down inside, I'm just jealous.
Mr. Right just doesn't go to my school. He doesn't live in Poland. I don't think he lives in Ohio, actually. He might live in the U.S. He might not. I'm not sure about that one.
Nothing ever happens to me. I'm bored.
2.26.2003 8:34 pm
Gotta write gotta write gotta write RIGHT NOW.
Oh God. Whatever shall I write about. Morgan is playing "My Country Tis of Thee" (or "God Save the Queen," if you prefer) on her recorder. I'm going to listen to Bob Marley records. Because I can.
Oh God. Whatever shall I write about. Morgan is playing "My Country Tis of Thee" (or "God Save the Queen," if you prefer) on her recorder. I'm going to listen to Bob Marley records. Because I can.
2.23.2003 11:36 am
Well, would you look at that? It's still morning. Imagine that.
Remember when I used to write that stand up? Whatever happened to that?
Morgan is fighting with my mom about her hair. "IT'S NOT SOAKING WET! I don't wanna blow dry it! It's not soaking wet, it's just a little bit wet, just wet enough to get my shirt wet! It's not soaking wet! You don't even believe me, you're just like 'Okay...'"
Oh Morgan. Mom had some inaudible mumbling in there too. Morgan just likes to start fights. It's rather annoying, if I do say.
WHEN WILL WINTER END?! It's been going on forever! I have never seen this much snow in one winter in my life. Usually, you know, it just snows a little once or twice (and if it's a bad winter, three). But that's it! If we get lucky we might get one snow day from ice, and usually that doesn't even happen. The worst winter I ever saw while I was here was in fourth grade when it snowed a ton in January and we got seven days in a row off, but then it didn't snow the rest of the winter. But not this year, oh no. We've had four snow days, but it's snowed ALL FUCKING WINTER. ONCE the snow melted. ONCE. It was 45 degrees yesterday and it still wouldn't melt! Either that, or it did melt during the night, but it started snowing again, and that's why it looks the same.
I hate this weather. You know, this place isn't that bad in the summer, but I cannot stand winter. I swear, as soon as I get the chance, I'm leaving this place for good. Somewhere where there is no winter, and if there is, it's very mild. Like New Orleans. After this winter, I have four more left, and I never have to live through another one again. I'll go to California and become a big movie star and avoid the cold for the rest of my life. All I've got to do is survive four more winters. Four more years in this wretched place. That's it! Never again! All I'll have left are the memories and the notebooks, because Mom and Dad are leaving when Morgan graduates from high school. So four more years, and 3 years of visits. And that's it.
I'll also make a point of leaving a flaming bag of poo on Andrew's door step, just because right now I don't feel like a romantic, so I'm a little pissed.
Remember when I used to write that stand up? Whatever happened to that?
Morgan is fighting with my mom about her hair. "IT'S NOT SOAKING WET! I don't wanna blow dry it! It's not soaking wet, it's just a little bit wet, just wet enough to get my shirt wet! It's not soaking wet! You don't even believe me, you're just like 'Okay...'"
Oh Morgan. Mom had some inaudible mumbling in there too. Morgan just likes to start fights. It's rather annoying, if I do say.
WHEN WILL WINTER END?! It's been going on forever! I have never seen this much snow in one winter in my life. Usually, you know, it just snows a little once or twice (and if it's a bad winter, three). But that's it! If we get lucky we might get one snow day from ice, and usually that doesn't even happen. The worst winter I ever saw while I was here was in fourth grade when it snowed a ton in January and we got seven days in a row off, but then it didn't snow the rest of the winter. But not this year, oh no. We've had four snow days, but it's snowed ALL FUCKING WINTER. ONCE the snow melted. ONCE. It was 45 degrees yesterday and it still wouldn't melt! Either that, or it did melt during the night, but it started snowing again, and that's why it looks the same.
I hate this weather. You know, this place isn't that bad in the summer, but I cannot stand winter. I swear, as soon as I get the chance, I'm leaving this place for good. Somewhere where there is no winter, and if there is, it's very mild. Like New Orleans. After this winter, I have four more left, and I never have to live through another one again. I'll go to California and become a big movie star and avoid the cold for the rest of my life. All I've got to do is survive four more winters. Four more years in this wretched place. That's it! Never again! All I'll have left are the memories and the notebooks, because Mom and Dad are leaving when Morgan graduates from high school. So four more years, and 3 years of visits. And that's it.
I'll also make a point of leaving a flaming bag of poo on Andrew's door step, just because right now I don't feel like a romantic, so I'm a little pissed.
2.21.2003 11:11 pm
I've decided that I wouldn't mind being an actress-turned-princess like Grace Kelly. Though Princess Colleen doesn't have that nice of a ring to it...but Queen Colleen does!
Yes, I'm feeling very beautiful. Carly said I'm going to be the next Marilyn. That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, but not in the hot and bothered way.
"We told Jupis that Colleen liked him and he got all hot and bothered."
I'm going to get my beauty sleep now.
Yes, I'm feeling very beautiful. Carly said I'm going to be the next Marilyn. That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, but not in the hot and bothered way.
"We told Jupis that Colleen liked him and he got all hot and bothered."
I'm going to get my beauty sleep now.
2.20.2003 8:24 pm
Ugh. I'm trying to study for science. I hate science. Yuck. I think I'm about to just give up on it. I'm beginning to feel that way about a lot of school subjects.
I'm glad I found my drive. Yes, when the fat black lady sang "Happy Birthday" to me, that's when it all came rolling back.
I must be going soon, it's almost time for Scrubs. Did you hear? Did you hear? Don't tell Paul Revere! Gandhi has ADD! Gandhi has ADD! (Paul Revere) TO LAAAAAAATE! Gandhi has ADD! Gandhi has ADD! You get it from toilet seats!
Alright, that's enough for now.
I'm glad I found my drive. Yes, when the fat black lady sang "Happy Birthday" to me, that's when it all came rolling back.
I must be going soon, it's almost time for Scrubs. Did you hear? Did you hear? Don't tell Paul Revere! Gandhi has ADD! Gandhi has ADD! (Paul Revere) TO LAAAAAAATE! Gandhi has ADD! Gandhi has ADD! You get it from toilet seats!
Alright, that's enough for now.
2.20.2003 2:22 pm
You know, I used to write all the time. Just because, well, actually, usually I was bent on "finishing a notebook" or being just like Harriet the Spy. God, that was weird. I never really thought about it much until yesterday when I was typing up my second notebook. All I wrote about was Harriet this, Harriet that. I'm glad the obsession is over. Of course, the notebook remains.
Now whenever I write though, I usually vent about Andrew. Or Morgan. Is that all I ever think about? Andrew and Morgan? Out of 128 pages in this notebook, Andrew is mentioned on 28 of them. That's sad. Real sad.
I also write about my feelings a lot. When I was in fifth grade, we had to make this poster that illustrated different mental stages one experiences in their life. And our teacher told us which one we were, but I got all rebellious and said I was in the one after that, where you start to analyze your emotions. I wasn't really in it yet, now that I look back. I was kind of getting into it.
What will I want to know in the future: what I did, or how I felt? I should probably do both until I determine an answer.
So...things I did. Well, I have a bad cough, so I stayed home from school today. Morgan is also sick, so Nanny took the first half of her day off, and Dad took the second half of his off. Not that he's doing anything. He's probably playing backgammon on the new computer. Me and Nanny went to go see Art the Fart, otherwise known as my doctor. He said I have an upper respiratory tract infection and told me to take Zithromax and Robitussen. Or something like that. Those great family genes, you know. A lot of respiratory problems. Like what is up with that noise Grandma makes when she breathes?
Oh, Dad just left. Wonder where he's going. Not really.
I just saw two dogs running free through the yards. I guess Kramer saw them too, because now he's barking.
Morgan is watching TV really loudly in Mom's room. I hate that. That's one of my pet peeves, along with people trying to hook me up with ugly guys. I can't blame her though, with Kramer yipping around downstairs. Dumb ass. Oh, Carmel just joined in the action. Great. For every one of Carmel's barks, Kramer has 10 and a little howling noise in between. Wow, they're really getting into it. They're barking in unison. This is quite alarming. Then there was a moment of silence, and they started again. You can hear their claws scratching the floor as they move from window to window. Okay, I think it's over now. We're all going to be okay.
Some day I must find the time to write the events that made up my trip to Chicago. I wish I would've while I was there and the memories were still fresh in my mind. Unfortunately, I was too lazy.
You know, I haven't made my bed in a really, really long time. Probably some time around Christmas...no, it was after that.
Uh oh, someone just barked.
When I was younger I would write if I didn't write in my notebook a million pages every day, I was a failure. I think I may have been quite sick in the head.
Oh, dear, here we go again. Kramer is barking. What a dillhole.
I've been feeling very hostile lately. I'm just generally in a pissed off state of mind. When I see people at my school talking, all I hear is "I'm such a tool! I'm a tool!" Everyone is a tool. It's upsetting me. They take Holland so seriously. The only thing serious about Holland is that it's seriously insignificant. I hate it. I need to get free.
I'm gonna get free. I'm gonna get free. I'm gonna get free, ride into the sun. He never loved me. He never loved me. He never loved me, why should anyone?
And some day I'm going to go into the real world and get a real boyfriend. The boys at our school are real idiots, and most of them aren't even that hot.
Sometimes I think that perhaps I'm the next step in human evolution. I'm just the only one who's got over the hump so far. It must've really sucked being the first human, and all your friends and relatives would be monkeys.
How did I write 36 pages that one day? I mean, that's just insanity.
Now whenever I write though, I usually vent about Andrew. Or Morgan. Is that all I ever think about? Andrew and Morgan? Out of 128 pages in this notebook, Andrew is mentioned on 28 of them. That's sad. Real sad.
I also write about my feelings a lot. When I was in fifth grade, we had to make this poster that illustrated different mental stages one experiences in their life. And our teacher told us which one we were, but I got all rebellious and said I was in the one after that, where you start to analyze your emotions. I wasn't really in it yet, now that I look back. I was kind of getting into it.
What will I want to know in the future: what I did, or how I felt? I should probably do both until I determine an answer.
So...things I did. Well, I have a bad cough, so I stayed home from school today. Morgan is also sick, so Nanny took the first half of her day off, and Dad took the second half of his off. Not that he's doing anything. He's probably playing backgammon on the new computer. Me and Nanny went to go see Art the Fart, otherwise known as my doctor. He said I have an upper respiratory tract infection and told me to take Zithromax and Robitussen. Or something like that. Those great family genes, you know. A lot of respiratory problems. Like what is up with that noise Grandma makes when she breathes?
Oh, Dad just left. Wonder where he's going. Not really.
I just saw two dogs running free through the yards. I guess Kramer saw them too, because now he's barking.
Morgan is watching TV really loudly in Mom's room. I hate that. That's one of my pet peeves, along with people trying to hook me up with ugly guys. I can't blame her though, with Kramer yipping around downstairs. Dumb ass. Oh, Carmel just joined in the action. Great. For every one of Carmel's barks, Kramer has 10 and a little howling noise in between. Wow, they're really getting into it. They're barking in unison. This is quite alarming. Then there was a moment of silence, and they started again. You can hear their claws scratching the floor as they move from window to window. Okay, I think it's over now. We're all going to be okay.
Some day I must find the time to write the events that made up my trip to Chicago. I wish I would've while I was there and the memories were still fresh in my mind. Unfortunately, I was too lazy.
You know, I haven't made my bed in a really, really long time. Probably some time around Christmas...no, it was after that.
Uh oh, someone just barked.
When I was younger I would write if I didn't write in my notebook a million pages every day, I was a failure. I think I may have been quite sick in the head.
Oh, dear, here we go again. Kramer is barking. What a dillhole.
I've been feeling very hostile lately. I'm just generally in a pissed off state of mind. When I see people at my school talking, all I hear is "I'm such a tool! I'm a tool!" Everyone is a tool. It's upsetting me. They take Holland so seriously. The only thing serious about Holland is that it's seriously insignificant. I hate it. I need to get free.
I'm gonna get free. I'm gonna get free. I'm gonna get free, ride into the sun. He never loved me. He never loved me. He never loved me, why should anyone?
And some day I'm going to go into the real world and get a real boyfriend. The boys at our school are real idiots, and most of them aren't even that hot.
Sometimes I think that perhaps I'm the next step in human evolution. I'm just the only one who's got over the hump so far. It must've really sucked being the first human, and all your friends and relatives would be monkeys.
How did I write 36 pages that one day? I mean, that's just insanity.
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