a story about a girl, enough to make you sick

me dad always said, there's usually a winner in a two horse race

2008-08-28T05:18:34Z

This has been the strangest summer of my life.
That's seventeen summers I've lived through, and this is the strangest.
I say that every year, probably, but this one blew them all out of the water.
Last year was more interesting, but this year was the strangest.
This summer, I really hardly left my house. I've just been kind of depressed, a little distanced from the outside world, sometimes by choice, and sometimes not.
That's not strange. I've spent quite a few summers in my house.
But this year, before anything happened, I could feel myself falling apart.

It started by losing someone I considered very important in my life.
And it's going to end with meeting someone who should have been important in my life.

Next week, I'm going to have lunch with my father.
I don't think I'm prepared yet. I'm not prepared for how awkward it might be. How angry I might get.
My expectations are low. I'm talking buried in the ground. Why should they be anything but low? He's never been one for following through.
But it's been seventeen years. And who knows? He might be a decent guy. Crazy. Very crazy. But decent.

We both know he'll never be "dad," even if I do start calling him that. Right now, I'm sticking with Biopops.
Like a cereal gone stale. The kind you buy, but you never eat. You let it sit there in your cabinet, pretending it doesn't exist, until the one day you open it up and you try just a little bit, because ignoring it for something familiar is getting old.
It might be good, even if it is a little stale. It might be dreadful. Or worse. It might have been good if you had tried it when you bought it, and now it's just too far gone.

Enough of this fucking cereal metaphor. It's lame.
Simile. Simile. The word like is in there.

But I'm gonna try.
Wish me luck.

i can see myself cursing at the ocean

2008-06-27T07:34:47Z

I am never going to sleep again.
So, a couple weeks ago, I'm talking to Broc, and I'm like "Hey, I need a good movie. Reccomendations?" And he's like "Hostel."
And tonight I made the mistake of actually watching it.
Never again will I watch a movie that Broc reccomended. No way, no how.
And as if the movie itself wasn't terrifying enough, I watch through the credits.
And who do I see a special thanks to?!
PETER JACKSON AND FRAN WALSH.
Never before have I felt so betrayed.
How can the creators of something as glorious as Lord of the Rings have a part in FUCKING HOSTEL.
It is probably the only movie that I have developed a complex from.
-cringe-
I'm never going to be the same.
And I am SURE AS FUCKING HELL never going to Slovakia.

fellfromtheroof @ 2008-06-08T16:32:00

2008-06-08T20:35:20Z

I hate heat. It's sticky and gross and there's a bug in my room so I don't wanna use the air-conditioner.
This week has sucked, and I'm really glad it's over, but the miserable weather does not sit well with me.
I feel like crap anyway.
Yesterday was fun, though. Sam and I went to the mall to get her clothes and a necklace. We chugged iced coffee and then came home and then went to the supermarket, which was also pretty entertaining until someone hopped in my fucking cab.
Today, however, I'm stuck alone, my mom went to the beach and Sam went home to sleep.
I'm really not looking forward to this week. I'm really not looking forward to much of anything lately. I'm starting to notice everybody's little flaws, and it's driving me insane.
The only thing that I know I can be excited for is in 33 days.

my pen is the barrel of the gun

2008-02-19T08:14:13Z

So, I realized today that I would be a much more interesting character on How Do I Look than most of their victims.
This woman is so happy-go-lucky and eager to change.
I'd be eager to change, but here's how my episode would go:

Accomplices:
Sam
Mom

Throwing away the clothes:
Sam, holding up that pair of jeans I painted on: "Corrinne, these are heinous. What can you even wear these with?"
Me: "Uhmm everything ever."
Sam: "THERES A HOLE IN THEM. Not a cool hole, Corrinne, just a hole!"
Me: "But the memories Sam! SAM NOOO! Ryan ripped those jeans while we were going with you to Crew! REMEMBER?!"
Sam: "Yeah, and your knee bled for twenty minutes and your boobs couldn't squeeze through the fence. BAD MEMORIES."
Me: "SAM! NOOOOO!"
She proceeds to toss the jeans into the basket.
She then looks down at my feet.
Sam: "Take off your shoes."
I look down at my bright green shoes, laces braided, one of them painted. "What?"
Sam: "Take 'em off, they have to go."
Me: "SAM! SAM SWALLOWS, SAM I AM. THESE ARE THE GREEN EGGS TO MY HAM."
Sam: "Can you show the camera the bottom of those? How tattered they are? They're Payless shoes that you got for seven dollars, and were meant to last six months not two years."
Me: "Sam, you can't do this. These are my babies. My best friends."
Sam: "OFF WITH THEM WOMAN."
I peel off the shoes slowly, and kiss them goodbye, walking over to the basket. I can't bring myself to dump them in, so she snatches them out of my hands and throws them into the basket.
Me: "They had so much character..."
Finola: "Shall we move on to your lovely mother?"
Me: "If we must."
Mom, holding up Mike Veino's REVENGE sweatshirt: "Oh sweetheart."
Me: "MOM THATS NOT EVEN MINE YOU CANT TOSS IT."
Mom: "It's not like Mike Veino doesn't deserve it anyway."
Me: "NO MOM NOOOO. That's my frump sweatshirt!"
Mom: "And where do frumpy things belong?"
Me, sad face, stocking feet folded over each other, hands folded in front of me: "On me?"
Mom tosses the sweatshirt into the basket, and moves on to my AKAs tee shirt.
Me: "Mom, you're looking beautiful and skinny and glowing today."
Mom: "Not gonna work."
Me: "BUT I MADE IT!"
Mom: "There's a reason you're not in fashion, sweetheart."
Me: "But but but it's beautiful and I love it and I'm gonna marry it. PLEASE."
She tosses it, and I stand, defeated.
Mystery stylist accomplice: "I'm just gonna throw out everything and let you start anew."
He/She tosses my entire wardrobe into the basket.
Me: "DUUUUDE. Some of it was cute."
Finola: "Corrinne, what is your main goal in your wardrobe."
Me: "To hide my gigundous boobs."
Finola: "They don't look that-."
I unzip my sweatshirt.
Finola: "OH MY GOODNESS."
Me: "Yeah, it's a serious problem."

HMHMHM to the "clues to your accomplice's shopping" section:
Where the only interesting thing that would happen, is seeing something I like and turning to Finola and saying:
"Oh, I know how your show works, FINOLA. I know that they never BUY anything I see on the screen. No matter how epic it is."

ET CETERA. IT WOULD BE WAY BETTER KTHX.

a fortune for your disaster

2008-01-15T06:55:49Z

quite frankly.
i love my life.

this month has been amazing.
it's been full of the most epic days.
i feel like doing such an epic project like painting a room brought ryan and i even closer than we already were.
and even though i spent a lot of time thinking about what happened.
i don't fucking care anymore.
fuck him.
fuck everything involving him.
i'm getting the fuck over it.

the only thing i let get me down anymore is the fact that one of the best people i know lives six hours away.
six hours?
that's how long it takes to fly to europe.
that's how long it takes to walk to new hampshire.
he talks about visiting, yeah.
but how can i possibly believe that he's going to spend six hours driving here
just to see me?

i hope he does.

we watched our lives on the screen

2008-01-14T08:40:01Z

a year ago i was a completely different person than i am right now.
a year ago i was naive and i was willing to believe and i was trusting, but i wasn't happy.
then it happened.
and for a while, i was a wreck.
to understate.
i was alone, as far as i was concerned.
i was miserable.
i was attempting suicide.
i was crying myself to sleep, or crying myself awake.
over the last year, i've changed.
a lot.

late january.
i was practically dead. throwing up every day. excluding myself from the rest of the world.

february.
i was still miserable, but things were getting better. i couldn't tell, of course. at that point i was still just as fucked as i had been. i was still throwing up, but i was learning to trust again, even just a little.

march.
was better. march was the first month i felt really human again. i thought it was over, but far from it. i received what i thought would compensate, but it didn't. i was still a walking pit of despair, to be emo.

april.
new age. things brighter, but at the same time, i felt like everything else around me was falling apart. i realized that i officially had friends. and more importantly, officially had a best friend.

may.
was the first good month in what seemed like years. even if i had replaced bulimia with insomnia.

june.
i was starting to worry. i was about to go away for three weeks. i was worried that things wouldn't be the same when i got back. or that i'd spiral right back into my original state without the help of the people around me.

july.
europe. i met some of the most amazing people. i met someone i know i can talk to about anything and everything from what happened to french fries. and i saw that the rest of the world was worth living for, even if here wasn't always, and that judgement doesn't live in all of us.

august.
i was better than ever. i was sleeping more than i had in half a year. i was eating. i was comfortable.

september.
nervous because school was starting right back up again. it felt like the summer never happened. i was spiralling again, until i snapped myself out of it. realized that none of this mattered.

october.
was uneventful, and only marked the end of a fantastic era, and the beginning of a chicken suit and burger king tradition. +GARY.

november.
i was running into him again, and i had lost my phone. but i was feeling bolder with him, and i finally told him what would happen if he continued harrassing me.

december.
was full of ups and downs. there were nights i slept through and nights i couldn't get him out of my head. but i was comfortable with the fact that it happened. that there was nothing i might have done to have changed it. i got to visit some people i love. and i got to get back in touch with the use of SMS technology.

january 2008.
i love me again. and after a year of suffering, i'm happy. i have an amazing best friend, my home life has severely improved, and despite my limited social circle, i love who i have. i don't have to worry about anything else happening with him, because i simply won't let it. and i have everything to look forward to.

through the year, i've lost a lot. myself. some of my best friends, who i still owe so much to. i'm okay now. i'm more than okay now. i am at the best place in my life that i've ever been in.

what used to be here may have been demolished, but what i've built where it once stood is more amazing than anything its predecessor could've hoped to be.

yes. this entry is public. everyone can know my efforts, and my amazing final result.

fellfromtheroof @ 2007-10-19T15:26:00

2007-10-19T19:21:59Z

Brand new community hoping to be a great place for friends!
Loads of activities!
Quick application, no need for photos!

fellfromtheroof @ 2007-06-25T23:37:00

2007-06-26T03:34:37Z

Brand New Rating Community
Looking for new & active members
Fun activities
Points system
Hope to see you there!
nightclub_x

fellfromtheroof @ 2007-06-10T00:42:00

2007-06-10T04:39:49Z

prettysmartcool
:)

friends mostly

2007-03-14T03:26:47Z

cmmnt to be added bbys. <3
OH YEAH YOU KNOW WEZ HAWT.

fellfromtheroof @ 2007-02-17T12:49:00

2007-02-17T17:52:10Z

Let's make vacation plans.

TODAY: Who knows?
SUNDAY: Grandfather's, I think.
MONDAY: empty
TUESDAY: empty
WEDNESDAY: Cats. Gag me with a spoon.
THURSDAY: MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE WITH RYANTIFFYFRED FUCKAAAAAHS.
Friday: empty.

fellfromtheroof @ 2007-02-01T17:42:00

2007-02-01T22:43:17Z

Let's see if Ryan can earn a dollar.
That should be easy.
I don't have the dollar to give you, crotchy, SRY.

fellfromtheroof @ 2007-01-26T13:06:00

2007-01-26T18:07:08Z

I think I'm gonna go veg again
I lost ridiculous amounts of weight last time.
And now that I'm a cow.
It seems like a good time to start again.

things i want

2007-01-24T18:41:16Z

threadless tee shirt - $17

Threadless tee shirt - $25

*
Threadless tee shirt - $17

PalmerCash tee shirt - 23.97

*
PalmerCash tee shirt - 23.97

*
PalmerCash - 23.97

PalmerCash 23.97

PalmerCash 23.97

PalmerCash 22.97

*
PalmerCash 24.97

PalmerCash 24.97

****
PalmerCash - 23.97

**
PalmerCash 25.97

PalmerCash - 23.97

PalmerCash - 21.97

Defunker - 20

Only 367.64!
139 for just the starred stuff. I really need the flower collar one. BADDDD.

fellfromtheroof @ 2007-01-24T12:45:00

2007-01-24T17:46:17Z

everything. is. fucked.

JESUS.

at least things stopped being awkward?

uggggh

2007-01-10T03:41:31Z

I have nothing more to say.
There's nothing left but 'ugh' in my brain.

drop the n-bomb

2006-12-13T02:40:56Z

English class was a fucking nightmare today.
People are such morons. Seriously.

We were discussing To Kill a Mockingbird, and they were like "Well it was less acceptable to call someone a nigger back then."
And I was like "How?!"
And they were like "Because it was still racist back then."

Obviously, it's still racist. Even more so, because it's only "okay" for black people to use it.
Uhm. What?
That's like saying for me to call a black dude a moron and for another black dude to call the same guy a moron are two different animals.
Not so much.

If you expect equality, deliver equality.
To eliminate races, we need to pretend that there are no races, only beautiful differences, the same way as a person's eye colour doesn't effect the way we talk to them.
For this to happen, one needs to allow either all or none to say ANY word, let alone one quite so racially historical.

Then again, I suppose total equality at all levels calls for communism. No thanks.

But seriously, the word "nigger" should not be used by anyone except to express the ignorance of our generation and the few before us.

please don't tamper with my temper

2006-12-06T18:33:14Z

i haven't updated about my actual life lately.

Life is pretty boring.
I had to do this stupid-ass thing for Joao on Sunday for Literary Society. It sucked, endlessly. I was doing more than some people who are actually IN the literary society.
Which I had to be up at 6 for.
It's the most ridiculous thing. We spend two hours decorating this stupid commuter-rail train, get assigned parts, and then entertain small children for an hour.
First, they told me I was going to read The Polar Express over the loud speaker in car seven. Then McSmiley comes in and says "Yeah, you're not reading." And I was like "M'kay..." and then he comes back ten minutes later and says "You're reading in car six." So I'm like "M'kay." and then he comes back and says "Nope, not reading. You get to pass out cookies and gifts to small children!" Fun fun! The kids were fine. Even adorable. The parents were rabid. A bunch of them asked for cookies. I was like "Can I get through the CHLIDREN first?" And I was very clearly wearing rubber gloves to pass them out. So this lady who has JUST CHANGED HER CHILDS DIAPER sticks her hand in the box. I wanted to smack her. I was like "GLOVES. Can we have some regard for someone other than ourselves?"
Then I had to be even more obnoxiously happy to pass out colouring books and bells. Then the whole rest of the ride, I got to listen to the neverending jingling.
I must admit, it must have sucked worse to be a character. But it stll sucked pretty bad to pass shit out.
So then they take us back to Malden Station, and announce over the speaker "If you're a helper getting out, get out now." And then TWENTY SECONDS LATER start moving the train, leaving myself, Felicia, Ashley, Tall Guy, Kasey, Christina, and Anh stranded.
So Felicia, Ashley, Tall Guy, and I decide to get off and North Station and find food. I'd never hung out with any of these people without at least a connecting friend before. But it was actually really entertaining.
Then, at about 2 (the thing ended at 12, started at 7:15) I got home. Finally.
Yeah, other than that life is uneventful. However Joao owes me.

I haven't heard from Chorles in a week and a half. I feel like a bad person. But I tried to contact him, he just wasn't home.

Speaking of Chorles, I went out with him last last Sunday and bought this REALLY good CD for two dollars.

If you can find it anywhere, I really strongly recommend it.
Carnival by Moke. It's pretty much love.

I think I've failed to mention that we have a new geometry teacher since Kane got fired. Her name is Mateeva. She's pretty much an annoyance.
Thanksgiving sucked major eggs.
My grandfather has been in and out of the hospital. He was in there for like a week, though, I was petrified. He's BY FAR my favourite family member. Like, no contest. Ever.
My fat uncle's children broke my candle holder. He did nothing about it.
I don't understand why they think that my house is childproof. We live on the second story with nothing between them and the stairs.
I hate my family. I'd like to kick most of them in the head.

School sucks pretty hardcore. As per usual. Briggs, the village idiot, called my mother about how I haven't changed for gym in a few days. Who cares anyway. It's my choice whether or not I want to fail gym and be fat for the rest of my life and die of a heart attack at 42.
She really isn't the brightest bulb in the box. How did she get through college? No one knoooows.

Why is it more acceptable to be anti-Christian than anti-Jewish? Is it just because Jews have been through a ton more over the years?
Hm.

Okay, I'm done.

religion

2006-12-06T17:17:20Z

Basically, I was feeling a compulsive need to write down all my feelings on religion. This will probably have a few EDITS because, well, I'm forgetful.

Religion, in it's most basic idea, is an explanation for the inexplicable. That is why religion was created in the first place, non? Babylonians, Greeks, Egyptians all had religions that featured multiple gods, each representing a different aspect of their daily lives. Weather, crops, love, et cetera. Why? Because they hadn't the technology or scientific knowledge to explain these things themselves.

Eventually, these polytheistic thoughts evolved into monotheism, because what's more effective at scaring people than one all-powerful being? If they piss that dude off, there'll be no mercy, he has better things to do than show them mercy.

Of course, eventually this evolved into the kinder, gentler god that most of the world knows today. The god who sends down his son and basically gives the world a hug. The son that everyone claims was so holy and pure, but hung out with lepers and whores.

Whores? You mean those people who religious sorts tantalize as being purely sinful? Jesus hung out with THEM, OHMAHGAH no waiii.

Oh your god, yes way.

This Jesus answered questions that no one had ever thought of answering before. Where do we all go when we die? Well, basically, everyone before Jesus went to hell, because apparently they weren't worthy of his righteousness. Those gazillion people or so. But WHATEVS, y'know, shit happens. But now, only if you followed in Jesus' path, you could go to a generic paradise in the sky.

Here's a story.

Bob is a Christian. He is twenty years old, and he has never read the Bible, but believes every word his parents, his priest, his friends every spewed to him. Bob was destined for heaven. Even in college, he was saving himself for marriage, he had never had sinful thoughts about anyone before, he has never broken a Commandment, and he attends Church every Sunday and on holidays.
One day, Bob is in the mood to try something new. He goes to his local restaurant, and picks up a menu, and decides to try some clam chowder.
He finishes his clam chowder quickly, and enjoys it very much. He gets a bowl every day for lunch.
The next week he goes to confession, and confesses what he believes to be all of his sins.
Then, Bob dies of a ripe old age of 96. He is brought before God to be judged, and God says, "I'm sorry, but it seems you've sinned almost every single day sine April 23 of your 20th year, and never confessed."
Bob is confused. There must be a mistake.
"There is no mistake." God says. "I'm God, I don't make mistakes, OBVI."
Bob questions his sins, and God says to him. "The clam chowder, Bob. Haven't you ever READ the Holy Bible? Right next to 'men shall not lie with men' it says you can't eat shellfish. It's really just a test to make sure you're reading the Bible. We decided to throw it in there. Sorry, Bob, off to hell you go!"

THIS is the utter ridiculousness of religion.
Now I could really go for some clam chowder.

Yes, today we have made advances in technology. We've explained evolution, weather, crop growth, even love, to some extent.
WHY do we still have religion? Why oh WHY?
There's still no explanation to where we go when we die, you say?
Yes there is.
In. The bloody. Ground.

Love,
Corrinne

bolding survey.

2006-11-17T21:10:25Z

1. Titanic (1997) - $600,779,824
2. Star Wars (1977) - $460,935,665
3. E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (1982) - $434,949,459
4. Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace (1999) - $431,065,444
5. Spider-Man (2002) - $403,706,375
6. Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, The (2003) - $377,019,252
7. Passion of the Christ, The (2004) - $370,025,697
8. Jurassic Park (1993) - $356,784,000
9. Shrek 2 (2004) - $356,211,000
10. Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, The (2002) - $340,478,898
11. Finding Nemo (2003) - $339,714,367
12. Forrest Gump (1994) - $329,691,196
13. Lion King, The (1994) - $328,423,001
14. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (2001) - $317,557,891
15. Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, The (2001) - $313,837,577
16. Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones (2002) - $310,675,583
17. Star Wars: Episode VI - Return of the Jedi (1983) - $309,125,409
18. Independence Day (1996) - $306,124,059 (i don't remember if i've seen it)
19. Pirates of the Caribbean (2003) - $305,411,224
20. Sixth Sense, The (1999) - $293,501,675
21. Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980) - $290,158,751
22. Home Alone (1990) - $285,761,243
23. Matrix Reloaded, The (2003) - $281,492,479
24. Shrek (2001) - $267,652,016
25. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (2002) - $261,970,615
26. How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000) - $260,031,035
27. Jaws (1975) - $260,000,000
28. Monsters, Inc. (2001) - $255,870,172
29. Batman (1989) - $251,188,924
30. Men in Black (1997) - $250,147,615
31. Toy Story 2 (1999) - $245,823,397
32. Bruce Almighty (2003) - $242,589,580
33. Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981) - $242,374,454
34. Twister (1996) - $241,700,000
35. My Big Fat Greek Wedding (2002) - $241,437,427
36. Ghost Busters (1984) - $238,600,000
37. Beverly Hills Cop (1984) - $234,760,500
38. Cast Away (2000) - $233,630,478
39. Lost World: Jurassic Park, The (1997) - $229,074,524
40. Signs (2002) - $227,965,690
41. Rush Hour 2 (2001) - $226,138,454
42. Mrs. Doubtfire (1993) - $219,200,000
43. Ghost (1990) - $217,631,306
44. Aladdin (1992) - $217,350,219
45. Saving Private Ryan (1998) - $216,119,491
46. Mission: Impossible II (2000) - $215,397,30
47. X2 (2003) - $214,948,780
48. Austin Powers in Goldmember (2002) - $213,079,163
49. Back to the Future (1985) - $210,609,762
50. Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me (1999) - $205,399,422
51. Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991) - $204,843,350
52. Exorcist, The (1973) - $204,565,000
53. Mummy Returns, The (2001) - $202,007,640
54. Armageddon (1998) - $201,573,391
55. Gone with the Wind (1939) - $198,655,278
56. Pearl Harbor (2001) - $198,539,855
57. Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989) - $197,171,806
58. Toy Story (1995) - $191,800,000
59. Men in Black II (2002) - $190,418,803
60. Gladiator (2000) - $187,670,866
61. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937) - $184,925,485
62. Dances with Wolves (1990) - $184,208,848
63. Batman Forever (1995) - $184,031,112
64. Fugitive, The (1993) - $183,875,760
65. Ocean's Eleven (2001) - $183,405,771
66. What Women Want (2000) - $182,805,123
67. Perfect Storm, The (2000) - $182,618,434
68. Liar Liar (1997) - $181,395,380
69. Grease (1978) - $181,360,000
70. Jurassic Park III (2001) - $181,166,115
71. Mission: Impossible (1996) - $180,965,237
72. Planet of the Apes (2001) - $180,011,740
73. Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984) - $179,870,271
74. Pretty Woman (1990) - $178,406,268
75. Tootsie (1982) - $177,200,000
76. Top Gun (1986) - $176,781,728
77. There's Something About Mary (1998) - $176,483,808
78. Ice Age (2002) - $176,387,405
79. Crocodile Dundee (1986) - $174,635,000
80. Home Alone 2: Lost in New York (1992) - $173,585,516
81. Elf (2003) - $173,381,405
82. Air Force One (1997) - $172,888,056
83. Rain Man (1988) - $172,825,435
84. Apollo 13 (1995) - $172,071,312
85. Matrix, The (1999) - $171,383,253
86. Beauty and the Beast (1991) - $171,301,428
87. Tarzan (1999) - $171,085,177
88. Beautiful Mind, A (2001) - $170,708,996
89. Chicago (2002) - $170,684,505
90. Three Men and a Baby (1987) - $167,780,960
91. Meet the Parents (2000) - $166,225,040
92. Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves (1991) - $165,500,000
93. Hannibal (2001) - $165,091,464
94. Catch Me If You Can (2002) - $164,435,221
95. Big Daddy (1999) - $163,479,795
96. Sound of Music, The (1965) - $163,214,286
97. Batman Returns (1992) - $162,831,698
98. Bug's Life, A (1998) - $162,792,677
99. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004) - $161,963,000
100. Waterboy, The (1998) - $161,487,252

survey

2006-11-06T16:17:29Z

1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, etc).
2. Put it on shuffle.
3. Press Play.
4. For every question, type the song that's playing.
5. When you go to a new question, press the Next button.
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool.
7. Don't skip songs.

OPENING CREDITS: "Mr. Raven" by MC Lars

WAKING UP: "Just the Girl" by The Click Five (shuddap, hoe.)

FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL: "Busted" by Matchbox 20

FIGHT SONG: "Spanish Bombs" by The Clash

BREAKING UP: "The Jealous Guy Blues" by Piebald (I swear to God, that just came up...)

HAPPINESS: "Yesterday's Feelings" by The Used (unfitting much?)

LIFES OK: "Must Get Out" by Maroon 5 (again, shuddap, hoe.)

MENTAL BREAKDOWN: "Auf Acshe" by Franz Ferdinand (fitting?)

DRIVING: "When I Come Around" by Green Day (LAWLZ)

FLASHBACK: "Yesterday" by The Beatles (LMAO OMG I PWN AT THIS GAME)

GETTING BACK TOGETHER: "Church on Sunday" by Green Day

WEDDING: "Punk Rock 101" by Bowling for Soup

BIRTH OF A CHILD: "Call Me" by Blondie (wtf... now i suck. :()

DEATH SCENE: "Hausinka" by Green Day

FUNERAL: "Sunday Morning" by Maroon 5

CREDITS: "Christie Road" by Green Day

I realize GD popped up quite a bit. But, y'know, that happens when you're a fanatic. =O

fellfromtheroof @ 2006-11-03T23:05:00

2006-11-03T23:05:41Z

Okay, my mother is frustrating me to the fullest extent.

On top of complaining about Jack, fat, and People to People, she has started to stop doing basic things like waking me up or jumping in the bathroom the instant I get out, and then saying "I'll be five minutes," then twenty minutes later, once my hair is dry, emerges.
Then I'm stuck with an afro all day.
Then she won't make me dental appointments, then yells at me for not going when I'm sick and breathing through my mouth. Who wants to go to the dentist when you're forced to breathe through your mouth and more liable than usual to sneeze on them? No one.

Emily and I skipped 5 & 6 today to go to her house to get gym close and take pictures of dead bugs (they weren't in her house, ew gross).
We found two snails, as well. I believe the best was the dead bee, still clinging to the flower like it was alive. He photographed quite nicely.

I said "Biblical" in English and no one knew what I meant by that. What a lovely generation we are.

So, Monday. I have to sit through Bio, French, then history. And then chorus last, which is never EVER fun. Todd Cole is always in a bad mood last blocks. Even on short days. Maybe especially on short days, if he happens to have had meetings. Or if MC sucked.

I need to call Grandfather...

Mkay. Going to work with him tomorrow.

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2006-11-02T23:50:56Z

Stuff is weird lately, and life is a little hecktic.
My mother is on a weight-loss regime. I tell her "jokingly" every day that this obsession with her weight is taking over our lives. It is. She has stopped buying things that I enjoy, and uses the excuse "I can't eat it if it's not here."
I always want to reply "Yes, but neither can I."
She's being selfish and obnoxious.
The most sickeningly grotesque part:
I walked into her room the other day, and she was wearing a denim jacket I have.
"I fit into your clothes!" she exclaimed excitedly.
Twenty minutes later, she's obsessively looking at herself in the mirror, and says "Now I just need to lose 35 more pounds."
She might as well have just said "Lose some weight, you fucking cow."
Then she was complaining about since People to People is going to cost 6,000 dollars, she's not going to be able to buy herself an elyptical bike.
She's becoming so selfish. The other day she refused to make dinner because she was working out. All she ever talks about is Jack and how she looks.
Then when I start to talk about something that maybe, just maybe, is concerning me, she changes the subject or interrupts me, and then complains we never talk anymore.
It's so frustrating that all she thinks about is herself when she has a kid.

School? School sucks, as per usual. I have to get teacher reccomendations for People to People. I was thinking... Cepetelli, Cole, Pate.
Speaking of Cole. I have to sell oranges. Any takers? Also, I got a "back up" solo, which I'm pretty pleased about.
BUT Y'ALL BEST BUY SOME FRUIT FROM ME.
Tangerines, preferably.

My interview for P2P is next Saturday. I need to prepare for that.
Not that I'm all that concerned, I just interview well.