Yay!!

I finally finished my housing project. However, the basement did not get cleaned. *Sigh* I'm simply not a cleaner.. there's always something much more interesting to do.

Now, here's a question: Do I skip too much?

Cos I just may be skipping housing tomorrow with my trusty friends =omit names for public safety :)= But I'm not really that bad, sincerely. I AM going to my first 2 periods. The one trick is: How do I hand in my housing exam, if I intend to disappear at 11:30?

What a dilly of a pickle.

Also, I am getting so sick of Thunder Bay. Belleville may not be far enough, I fear. But I'm not quite being legible enough and this entire entry is resembling one big whine.

On a sadder note, Goodbye Charman.
Monday, January 22, 2001 11:05 p.m.

Spurts of entries, and then, for days, nothing.

Pale blue colours presents the circle, puts the glory out to hide..

I probably didn't get those lyrics right. (See Sovereign Degenerative Gene Memo written 5 minutes ago.) I think I'm procastinating. *Scratch that, reverse it* I KNOW I'm procastinating. (The starry phrase by the way is from the creepy and delightful 'Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory')

*Answers phone, makes idiot of herself (SDG), remembers: Wake up Brad at 10 to 3, checks clock, says a torrent of bad and possibly illegal profanity, runs upstairs, takes Brads wrath like a man.. scratch that, like a woman (SDG, again...pesky gene) tells Brad its possible boss is on the phone, wrongfully mistaken for girlfriend, asks: "Weren't you supposed to be at work for 3?" Dodges pillow and what looks to be a meat cleaver, runs downstairs, asks, "Now.. where was I?"....*

Ah yes.

I'm putting off. Procrastinating. Prolonging. I want to clean the basement. Really I do. I'm sure you've seen it, its awfully -- doubly awful because I'm sure we bought the carpet from a Satan's Carpet Outlet. (All things ugly must be Satan's doing, ie, the Satan tape...grr..pesky goat..)

Anyway, does piling count? If I pile things on the bed, the floors clean right? But I think this entire mess problem occurred because we didn't wanna see the carpet.

Mels on the phone.. more later...:)
Monday, January 22, 2001 03:06 p.m.

I'm quite the bubble today...

This has been a marvelous day. Despite the fact that I'm wearing hideous clothes, and look unarguably atrocious. Nothing much really happened. We watched a horribly boring movie in English, even tho the lead character was what me and mel would refer to as a "spicy meatball". My wrist hurts. I lost Housing Jeopardy. I am suffering from the brain-maiming Sovereign Degenerative Gene (more on that later) But still, the day remains marvelous.

Ok, the Sovereign Degenerative Gene is based on a theory that certain Sovereign family members get stupider as their lives progress. Namely, me and Gen, who have suffered with this ghastly affliction, her since last year, I since last month. (after the accident.. the first sign was me not finding the brake, I'd say)

Symptoms:

Believing "Antitrust" is a reference to some vague aunt in my family tree. (Gen: We went to go see Antitrust last night. / Me: We have an Aunty Trust? Is that on your moms side?)

Covering for someone, and then inexplicably phoning their parents to ask if their home. (Unnamed Person: Please tell my parents I'm at your house. / Me: No problem (meanwhile feeling so cool and dangerous..eg "I'm a rebel" also another Sovereign Degenerative Gene symptom) The Night In Question Rolls Around.. Me: Gee I wonder if =insert persons name here= is home? I'll just call and see...)

Among other things.. Its all quite sad. By the time I'm thirty I'll probably be drooling constantly and tipping cows.

Good God

So, if I happen to seem stupider, please forgive me.

Monday, January 22, 2001 02:38 p.m.

For you I bleed myself dry....

I'm listening to Yellow by Coldplay right now. I love this song

But on another note, away from my creepy obsession with this song..

It seems like I've been working forever on this stupid housing exam. I've got all the title pages done, I just have to add the information. And.. I have glue all over my fingers, which is the only bonus of this project. Nothing =NOTHING= is funner.

No, don't argue with me. And yes, I've been in the basement all weekend.

Oops! 'Yellow' just ended. I'll just put it on "repeat". :)
Sunday, January 21, 2001 03:06 p.m.

I love my lip gloss. Its...glossy....

For starters, in answer to Marsden's email question mark in reference to Sargeant [and btw, a mermaid COULD, um, be an animal if..uh...it were to...um...nevermind..] anyway, now I've lost my train of thought.

Sargeant was a guy that I used to have this crush on in grade 8 summer camp Yep, thats right. And its still spoken of. Apparently, he wasn't the most attractive counsellor (as opposed to Steve the Muscled Jock, and Brad the Buff Ass.) There wasn't a lot to choose from anyway. But, =now this is where we get into the guy type I usually go for= I've pretty much always gone for the, funny not uh, traditionally attractive guys that are a little chubby and cherubic. A sense of humour gets me every time. :) So, my "bad taste" is still ridiculed today, especially since I thought the guy who worked at the Pizza Hut was cute. And apparently, he looked like Sargeant, too.

Me and Sarah are having a movie marathon tonite, and I have to work on my housing exam. I'm doing a giant art poster, mostly because of my semi-newly found addiction with Pop Art. I'll get a pic with the 'cam and post it here before I hand it in Tuesday.

Damn. I was having a really good hair day this morning. Perhaps it was my evilness that made my hair balloon with static...?
Friday, January 19, 2001 06:13 p.m.

oh crap. (again)

I just realized. I prolly deserved this freak-out. *SIGH*
Friday, January 19, 2001 01:48 p.m.

oh crap.

I fell asleep.

I missed my morning classes.

I got to the housing room.

No one was there.

I needed to talk to Mrs. Boyle about my exam.

I went home instead.

My dad phoned the school to try and explain.

I think he made it worse.

*SOB*
Friday, January 19, 2001 01:43 p.m.

Bleh.

Yes I'm still here. Wanna make something of it?
Friday, January 19, 2001 10:05 a.m.

*Whine*

Ok, its almost 9:30 and I should be at school, but quite frankly, I don't wanna be. I've basically been arguing with myself all morning about it.

But it hasn't all been non-productive. Look what I found.
Friday, January 19, 2001 09:18 a.m.

I'm a gold girl.

In keeping with a tradition (that started a few days ago) of posting results of the bajillion quizzes I take per day (from either Emode.com, Quizbox.com, TheSpark.com, or Queendom.com) Anyway, after being informed of the colour of Marsden's aura, I decided to take the test. :)

From Emode.com -

We don't need a psychic to tell us that you're giving off a Gold vibe. You couldn't ask for a better color — a glistening gold aura is as good as it gets. A lively blend of yellow and orange, gold people are happy, playful, energetic, sensitive, and generous. Always up for adventure, you'd give a friend in need the shirt off your back. You're spiritual, too — all those halos in old paintings aren't colored gold by coincidence. Almost childlike in the carefree, joyful way you live your life, you're popular and outgoing with your large circle of friends. Chances are you're so full of light and energy that you sometimes find it hard to sit still and chill out. Instead, you're constantly looking for excitement, no matter how risky or impulsive the occasion. Happy-go-lucky and always laughing, you truly are as good as gold.

I'll add an embarrassing photo later ;)

Oh yes, and me and Brad are currently bobbing our heads and singing "Sorry Miss Jackson".

Forever, foreva eva, foreva EVA...

Friday, January 19, 2001 01:08 a.m.

Alright. Who wants tacos?

So, I'm listening to 'When the Children Cry' by White Lion, and I just can't seem to get the image of long, crimped haired men in white spandex playing guitars and sitting on sound equipment with one leg up.. or something. I dunno. *Shudder*

So, this total asshole phoned my house today and left 3 messages for my brother, threatening to beat him up. Now, I know none of you really know my brother, so let me update you:

-He frequently forgets when he should stop talking. (eg, sometimes he sez things he probably shouldn't)
-He's a charmer, and I've always thought he was the favourite. Then again, he thought the same of me, so my parents probably just secretly love the dog more.
-He works at Mike's Mart and got punched by a drunk there once.
-He has a girlfriend who he met over the Internet 4 years ago. She lives in Florida, and she's nice when she isn't mean.
-I luv his computer *strokes large monitor* Precious, precious modem...
-I love him extremely :)

Anyway, so this dick he works with (who could be a stand-in for the Lucky Charms leprechaun if he were taller and Lucky wasn't a cartoon) threatened to punch him if he didn't take over his shift at Mikes Mart. The messages consist mostly of: YOU'LL GET IT or something, and him putting the phone up to the television. And he can do this cos, of course, his aunt is the manager, but he also made fun of brad which I won't stand for. No siree. So, we saved the threats. Yay. *evil grin*

Thursday, January 18, 2001 08:22 p.m.