I AM COLLEEN.
I'm Colleen.
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Thursday, July 01, 2004
contemplative
music: {ac/dc - "highway to hell"}
well, i had a dream last night. it was very interesting. i dreamt that tom had called my father up while he was at work and asked him his permission to take me out on a date. nutty, huh? so yea, in the dream, my father got to know tom on the phone, with his perfect manners and complementing comments, made my dad eventually let him take me out. it was so great. and the more i think about it, the more and more it seems like a good idea. it does though, doesnt it? i mean... it shows great character, its a perfect gesture of respect, and it demonstrates perfect morals. it would just be so great. it wouldnt work though, dad wouldnt like the little detail that i had recently turned 15, and that tom has been 16 for a while, and is nearing 17. not cool. but wtf, emotion is emotion. it doesnt discriminate amongst the ages. it doesnt restrict itself, people feel no matter what age they are. so calling my dad wouldnt be such a bad idea. it'd save me the humiliation of asking him myself. oh but tom is such the perfect person for my dad. he took computer programming and my dad is a god when it comes to computers. they'd get along real well, speaking in binary, lol. so hey, maybe calling my pop isnt such a bad thing ;x yea, but haha...who would go through all that just to take me out?
but i'm suffering from withdrawal or something... because, i miss everybody. i havent seen any of my friends in almost a week, except for kate. but that doesnt count, because i saw her on monday for only an hour. i miss everybody. its not fun, sitting on my ass. i cant harass brittykins, bestow havoc on the unworthy with ariel, or talk about waffles with mike. i'm bored and alone :|
i miss tom, though, extremely. everything's reminding me of him now. it's phucking crazy. i cant go anywhere without seeing something that makes the thought of him pop in my head. when i went to kates house on monday, she wanted to play hacky sack. hacky sack!! tom's a wizard with hacky sack. its just crazy to watch the guy. the man is sick, wickedly good at the game. he has... he has perfected the art. and that also goes for DDR. we went in her house after playing some hacky sack {which i suck at, btw} and i saw her DDR mat on the floor of her golf room. i saw that and i was just like..."woah, tom." cause he was always dropping DDR dance moves like it was hot during lunch. it was hilarious. him and mike, haha, it turns out, alex lost like 20 lbs due to playing DDR.
then the other day, mom and i went out, and we passed Stop & Shop, and i just grew very upset. i miss tom. its phucking crazy, man. why cant i just be immune to emotion? i hate it so much, and its just got to penalize me for it. DAMN IT.
yea, you know what song was on the radio all day today? "date rape" by sublime. yea, yea thats right. tom was singing that song when school was still in. he and alex did a nice little duet, it was adorable. now, whenever i hear that song, i think of tom. odd though, because its such an obscene song. it might relate to him a little though, him being a hôrny bastard all the time. but i love that song so much, anyways.
~*Well, I can't take pity on men of his kind<---
~*Even though he now takes it in the behind<---
~*DATE RAPE<---
oh well, i'm going to sleep. g'night. love ya britt! just keep smilin'! ...swimming...OH! just keep swimming, just keep swimming, what do you do, you just keep swimming. sorry... yea, g'night.
Colleen
Posted at 06:54 pm by crows_vein
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
cannot wait for i love the 90s
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music: {the rembrandts - "i'll be there for you"} <--shut up, i love this song. its a good picker-upper.
i quote my lovely friend, Mack, aka Corndog.
SAVE A HORSE!!
Ride a cowboy.
i'm in the chatroom with a bunch of my old online buddies, lol and we're talking about how we used to lust after *nsync. now... now i'm listening to all my old nsync songs. damnit, jc was sexy...
current music: {nsync - "space cowboy"}
i dont know. brittany hasnt updated her caleida as thoroughly as i'd hoped. i love her, she's like my sister, and i just want to know whats going on with her mom and mike. trust me, no one knows more than i do that its none of my business, but wth, i cant control my curiosity. i'm not going to pry or anything like that... i'm just going to wait it out. i hope nothing goes wrong. britt, good luck with everything, hire a hitman for your mother. i'll do it for free =) brittany and mike are the greatest when they're together. so damned funny.
and i have to admit, if britt and mike never started going out, i wouldnt have enjoyed freshman year. if it wasnt for those two getting together, i wouldnt have met some of the funniest guys in history. mike, alex, tom, and steve. wouldnt have had such a great 6th period lunch.
but i'll stop dwelling over it. im off to watch Will & Grace, toodles to you all.
remember, ride a cowboy ;)
Colleen
ps, i love the 90s airs June 12th, mark it on your calendar!!
Posted at 02:39 pm by crows_vein
Monday, June 28, 2004
okay
music: {incubus - "stellar"}
today did really go by quick, eesh. it seems like just a minute ago, i woke up. now its frickin' 4.30, where did the day go?
oh well... today's nothing special. i'm highly bored. spent most of the time filling out surveys, cause i'm all hip like that.
and britt, yes i did get my report card. GPA: 96. oh yea, whee. *dances* i asked my dad if i could redownload aim, and he said he'll "think about it." i'm going to bother him today about it.
you know... i don't like this. i miss tom. a lot. it's really pissing me off. we really shouldn't have kissed, because i want to see him even more...
i should just stop thinking about him... heres a long survey, enjoy!
clickity
Posted at 01:42 pm by crows_vein
Saturday, June 12, 2004
eating myself some mango. yum. *munch*
have you ever realized on how the Snapple drink "Mango Madness" tastes nothing like mangos? It's like...imitation mango. I bet they don't even put real mangos into the mix.
failures.
i just realized my mom gave me a fork with these mango pieces, and i've been eating them with my fingers the whole time.
eh...
well today wasn't all that fantastic. had to wake up at 8 because i had tutorials at 9. whee hoo. science tutorials. god i people. they're so...obnoxious. the people that were there, were the people that needed the help the most. and they were constantly talking and and whispering. if i wasn't such a shy person, i'd kick them in the face.
and then sit on them.
this fem, her name was sara, i think, kept on flirting with this guy john behind me. personally, i them both, but i wanted to throw my book at her so much. and some kid kept on mocking the teacher. now, i'm don't really fancy ms. rizzo, but it's called being considerate. i told him to shush once, he called me a , i called him an impudent fail, and he shut up.
i felt bad about feeling good off other people's expense, but he deserved it.
anyway, when i got home from 3 hours of science and math, i had lunch with my mother and little sister. sandwhiches, chips, and pickles. wasn't bad. but the neighbor was having a baby shower outside (and still is) and they were watching us. didn't like it all that much.
i having neighbors. privacy is an impossibility.
i've decided that over the summer, i'm going to have to go to stop&shop one day, and bug the hell out of mike, tom and alex. it'd be fun. i'd love it. i'd stand at their cashregisters and scare off their customers by whailing out these random things. like..."THE BRITISH ARE COMING!" or "ALL HALE THE SCANNING MACHINE!"
i'd get myself banned for sure.
:D
well...tomorrow my mom and little sister are going to the movies. either to see garfield or hp3. i want to see both.
i wrote something the other day.
"Charon's Ark"
A kiss became a burn,
and the burn became a blessing.
Fall into the sail, trade in your halo,
skin and bones, anything of war.
Weakened at the sight of madness,
"Bite your tongue, child."
Shall we dance, dance into a lethe?
Skin and bones, anything of war.
Holy flame, upon the candle of sin,
fall into the sail of Charon's boat.
Ravage the sweet, reject the s.
I love this dance, this dance of war.
Wings torn into puling shreds,
you misanthropic piece of wretch,
skin you alive, I shall fall into the sails.
Trade in your masks, bleed away from war.
Frailty entrenching your limbs,
integrity replaced by immortality.
How does it feel to be denied value?
F-ck your little prayers, words of filth.
Into this battle, I will toss you.
Through the fire, you will freeze.
Abandoned halo you shall swing,
and slice the enemy's throat with ease.
Go up against the tide,
salt stings your battle wounds.
Your kiss turns into a scar,
die in peace, recall nothing of this war.
Sweep away the thoughts, the thoughts of malice
The light now overcomes the dark.
Stop this dance, this dance of silence.
Fall into the sails of Charon's boat.
© 2004
Posted at 01:21 pm by crows_vein
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