I AM COLLEEN.
I'm Colleen.
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Monday, August 02, 2004
these bônds are shackle-free.
filthy
music: {placebo - "ask for answers"}
   
  
agh, i need to take a shower...yes yes, i have OCD, leave me alone. i can't stand feeling unclean, it's the most annoying thing ever to steal me. the other day, i took three showers and i still felt all icky.
...yea, i'm derranged...so what?
hmm...last night i watched half of LOTR: The Two Towers and half of A Fish Called Wanda with my dad. great movie... a classic. trés chuette.
hm, not a very tasty update to give you sweeties, so i'm sorry. nothing interesting has happened. except when i woke up this morning my calves felt like someone is ripping through them with a gutting knife. and the feeling has yet to cease.
hmm what else. oh, well while my mom was out this morning i watched The Crow: City of Angels. i didn't like it as much as i did the first. it was a tease, during the entire thing i was yearning to watch the original...but alas, i am deprived of it. the best part of this one was when the chick painted ash's face. that was just a very beautiful moment. i'm a dreamer, so sue me.
note to " diva! ": don't insult me on my own tagboard, you spineless swine who wasn't ballsy enough to actually leave the link to their blog. indeed, i'm a freak. so...bite me, you daft berk.
Colleen 
Posted at 02:21 pm by crows_vein
Sunday, August 01, 2004
confuzzled
current:::
music: {incubus - "pardon me" -- the acoustic version--}
food: KFC potato wedges...much love for these bad boys ;)
drink: my peach green tea stuffz.
clothes: gray sweat pants, purple spaghetti strap
worry: what mom's going to do about the gramma-cancer factor...
    
well, have i got quite the update for you whippersnappers...
yesterday i started to watch the butterfly effect with my father... i didn't like it. it was so òbscene . i couldn't take it, i kept walking out of the room because the images were much too bleak and painful for me. i could have done without the offensive terms and languages, not to mention the gestures and disturbing truths of the world. the mom and baby explode //which made me quite angry//, the dad films kiddie pôrn //when this part rode in, i went into the loo to vomit//....
i have to say however, it was a good movie, even though i only got to see three quarters of it. it portrayed the reality that we live in, the everyday horrôrs, the burns that we pass by. it was a great movie, fantastic, but i loathed it all the same. don't tell me that's not possible. because if there's one thing i've learned in my years of art education, it's very damned possible for one to admit that a certain piece of work is well-done, but deny it admiration at the same time. i've done it at several occasions.
but anywho, the only reason i enjoyed watching that movie is because it was ashton kutcher's kinda-sorta first try in drama. i have to say... the kid's multi-talented. he pulled off what jim carrey couldnt do in the majestic. i adored the way kutcher added a little humor to the disfunctional happenings.
a lot of people i know think ashton kutcher is a pretty-boy, fall head-over-heels gorgeous piece of eye candy. i personally think he is indeed one of the beautiful people in the world, yes... but of course he is, the man started out as a male môdel. and he's grown spectacularly. kudos kutcher ;)
so yes indeedy, while i was nearing the end of the flick, mom came home from the grocery store in a hissy fit. she was angry that i didn't tuck moira in, and that i didn't make myself dinner. my most sincerest apologies for not being hungry, momma. thou shalt punish me with a yard stick, you wayward wench ;x and about the moira thing? she always comes home at night and scolds me for putting her to sleep."where's my baby!? why is she in bed!?" wtf to that. so she was shouting at me like i had just commited mûrder in the first degree, her face was all red, her little vein was throbbing, she was sweating... just being the maniacal lunatic she is. so when we went outside to get the groceries from the trunk of the car, we were going at it like two lions in the coliseum. she told me to shut up because she didn't want the ~neighbors~ to hear us. i screamed out "no i'm not going to shut up, i want every one to know how fureakin' psychotic you are!"
...i'm not as dêad as i thought i'd be.
hah, i'm still alive. instead of her kîlling me right there on the spot, she just shrugged it off and went inside to complain to dad. he said nothing about it, because secretly... he agreed with me.
so then mom focused her rage onto my dad for letting me get away with calling her psychotic. he just sat there watching the movie... ignoring her. god, how masterful he was. i can't wait until i develop blocking-out skills. i hope they're hereditary...
so mom and i were still yelling at each other. i opened the bottom cubbard to put the cereal boxes away...i moved one of the pasta boxes to the side, and guess what! it tipped over, and all the lovely swirly noodles splattered onto the kitchen floor. my mom scolded me once more for being such a "useless clutzy blob" and i had the stinging urge to just...throw the little twirly noodles at her. oh, only if i could have gotten away with it. when i had finished my duty of putting the noodles back in their box, my mother told me that we're having them for dinner tonight. ~_o
i know that a very handsome portion of you all that are reading this, are taking my mother's side in this feud, because that said portion of you are already mothers and fathers to your own children. i respect that... but if you were to just spend 15 minutes with my mother, i can guarantee you would spend 10 of those 15 minutes plotting her downfall.
anywho, after we put all the stuff in their proper places, i didn't stick around to watch the end of movie. i just went into my room, my sanctuary, and got in bed. i screamed into my pillow several times before my vocal cords grew tired. then i just fell asleep. ideal, is it not?
my grandmother's got cancer, she's bleeding endlessly... i'm not even going to touch that subject. too fragile, i am. it pains me to know that my mother isn't going to go visit her and be by her side as she ales. if only i could just stuff her in a duffle bag and send her to mexico (that's where my grandmother is, i wouldnt send my mother to mexico just to rot in the dust. not now at least, i'll save that for when my gramma's healthy) it's not like we dont have enough money for her to take a plane to mexico. we have just enough. i'll frickin' give her my pickle jar full of change if need be...
ugh, i'm going to go read something.
later days, ya hoolagins ('',)
Colleen~
  
Posted at 05:10 pm by crows_vein
Saturday, July 31, 2004
fatigued
music: {kill your idols - "autumn"}
not much of an update to give you fellers, i just want you all to check out my bôndage barbie icon. isnt she just spiffy? much love for the kink ;)
Posted at 07:21 pm by crows_vein
i'm not living a long life
indescribable
music: {music clip on my blog, the vines - "ride"}
    
     
so yesterday we went to that family fun thing...
i don't care what they say. it was not fun. it was mostly a mini game show where they asked you incoherant questions. the best part was when the guy asked a 10-year-old..."what's the capital of the united states?"
the kids buzzes in and screams... "ALBANY!!!"
fûcking moron...
anywho, i got very angry during this little junction when they played "name that tune." the dj would spin a few song clips for the audience to hear, and whomever stood up first and screamed the name of the song would get a raffle ticket.
they played a song that is heard nation wide on television. one fureakin' house wife jumped up and shouted "THE FRIENDS' THEME SONG!!"
yea, that was the second name of it. the real name of the song is "I'll Be There For You" by the Rembrandts. that really pîssed me off when the guy accepted it as the theme song to friends. what kind of society are we living in here?
when it ended we all drove home and ate some of those italian rainbow cookies. yum. and then moira, dad and i watched Hellboy. w00t, it was a great movie i've got to say... it was just wow. it ended more quickly than i thought it would, but it was still super. much love for it, much love... i just really got tired of that reptile monster that kept on respawning into two more creatures. it was getting really annoying. but nonetheless... t'was a spiffy flick. if you haven't seen it... rent it, buy it, steal it... do whatever you can to watch it.
eh... i'm bored. it's barely even noon and i've got nothing to do. i should get a job. i should get a hobby. should i take up tap dancing?
i might edit some more later on today, if anything interesting happens.
til then,
Colleen
Posted at 12:52 pm by crows_vein
Friday, July 30, 2004
cranky
music: {box car racer - "there is"}
i'm in a really bad mood...i just want to break something... *snaps a toothpick in half* there... the craving is satisfied. ugh... we're going to the family fair thing in an hour. katelyn never called back, so chances are she's not coming with us. so it'd be just me, mom, and moira. a recipe for ~fun~! yea ok we're going to have a greaaat time.
NetFlix is a great thing man... ~Hellboy~ came in the mail today. shall we rejoice? i think we shall. *rejoices* oh fûckereeny, i cannot wait to see it... i fell head first for the previews, and i'm a fan of selma blair, ever since she made kill me later <--click that... with max beesley. it wasn't a big hit in the box office, but its one of my favorite flicks. i could watch it over and over again... and i have ;)
eh i've stumbled upon something quite the knee-slapper today. check it out.
What Does PMS Stand For?
1. Promoting Male Slavery
2. Psychotic Mood Shift
3. Perpetual Munching Spree
4. Puffy Mid Section
5. Provide Me w/ Sweets
6. People Make me Sick
7. Pardon My Sobbing
8. Pimples May Surface
9. Pass My Sweatpants
10. Pîssy Mood Syndrome
11. Pain Management Sucks
12. Plainly, Men Suck!
13. Pack My Stuff
14. Permanent Menstrual Syndrome
15. Probably Missing Something
16. Pardon My Screaming
17. Post (Joe) Montana Syndrome
18. Perpetual Mood Swings
19. Pass My Shotgun
20. Potential Mûrder Suspect
later days, my lush lovers.
Colleen
Posted at 07:04 pm by crows_vein
smack me silly and call me lola
blank
music: {the hives - "die, alright!"}
well...i thought about brittany's comment on my last entry, after reading it twice... and yea i thought about it a lot.
i haven't really come up with a decision on what to do about tom. i know he's a hôrny little bâstard, but maybe i'm willing to work with that. i understand that he's most likely going to try something with me, and break up with me if he doesn't get what he wants. i wouldn't mind being dumped. hey, it's better to have lôved and lost than never to lôved at all.
but i wouldn't be able to accept it if he were to ever cheat on me. i wouldn't be able to hide my pain behind a smile and act like everything's honkey dorey, like i always do whenever something bothers me. i wouldn't be able to do that. my agony would be worn, and would be visible for even the nâked eye to see.
god, i don't know what to do... i respect brittany's judgement, and i've taken her advice into consideration. i lôve her, but i'm just afraid. afraid that my good intentions will blow up in my face. i'm afraid of being hurt. i'm willing to take the chance of "going out" with tom, i'm willing to put myself in a situation where degredation and dignity depletion are present. i'm ready to just... step into the flames. but i fear getting burned.
...fùckeroo... oh i'll just make the decision when i know for sure that i'll see tom during the school year. he's in a different grade than i am, and there are three different lunch periods. what are the chances that he and i will have the same one? i can avoid him... i'm damn good at avoiding people.
anywho, today we're going to some family fair at town hall. i dont know wtf it is... something with little contests and junk like that. katelyn and her mom might be tagging along... but either way... i'm not really in the mood to go out anywhere. i just want to stay home in my jammies and leopard print slippers. i swear it, i havent worn actual clothing in a week. it's scary....but so very ideal.
i'll probably update later... love you all. and i love you brittykins, thanks for your comment and your blunt and "harsh" honesty, it showed me the light, so to speak. i'm glad i've got a friend like you ;)
Colleen
Posted at 11:12 am by crows_vein
Thursday, July 29, 2004
sore
current:::
music: {cradle of filth - "babalon AD"}
drink: cold peach flavored green tea
food: my lunch...a hotdog and a pickle. two equally phallic objects.
clothing: boxer shorts and an old gray t-shirt
view: my computer screen
feeling: concerned
anywho, lately i've been thinking about a lot of things. pondering what would happen when the school year starts up again. i'm not worried about the responsibilities, and the work, the challenges, and the assignments. i've always been successful in those areas. {not to sound conceited} grades aren't an issue with me much. i just have to stay in focus... and keep my priorities straight.
but i feel that next year i am going to have a trifle difficulty focusing. why, you ask? well... i don't know. i would be surrounded by my friends that i haven't seen in a long time. in the beginning of the year my grades are going to plummet to their doom because the only thing i'd be worried about is catching up with my buddies. or... maybe trying to figure out things with tom.
oh god... the tom factor. that's going to be a pain in the ass. i wonder how i'm going to deal with that.
yea, i've been dreaming a lot of things involving tom. but i dont ever remember much of my dreams. i can barely recall the one i had last night. all i know is that tom was there. that's it. is that bad?
god, next year is going be very eventful. i honestly don't know what i'm going to do with the tom issue... it's been easy for me to forget about him during the summer, but of course, i don't see him.
but chances are that when school begins, i will have to cope with seeing him around in the hallways. or maybe even at lunch. who the fûck knows? maybe he'd be in my gym class. oh god forbid.
i hope i'm not giving you all the wrong sign. i bet you're all thinking that i dislike him or something. which i don't. that's the problem, i like him a whole lot... and i'm just fretting over next year. what'll happen. what we'll become. i don't want there to be some sort of tension between him and i. because... i don't know why the fûck he ever liked me in the first place. i'm really not a likeable person. i'm easier to loathe than to admire... i'm really not good enough for him.
sure, we shared a kiss...a few at that, and i have no fûcking idea why that happened. indeed, it was beautiful, it was the greatest thing that ever happened to me... but come on. let's be realistic here. like he kissed me because he likes me. hah. why would he? i'm horrendous.
god... sometimes.... i just think i'm not good enough for a lot of things.
going to go read.
before you leave this site, scroll down and read the short story i wrote below this.. i would really appreciate some feedback. thank you.
Colleen
Posted at 02:19 pm by crows_vein
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
fake smile -- short story
creative
music: {placebo - "my sweet prince"}
just a little something...spur of the moment type of thing. enjoy.
The Story of Syde's Fake Smile
Glaring at the razor blade lying sweetly in her trembling palm, she made a mental note of its beauty. How she envied it, how she longed to glow with such radiance as it did. The sight of it alone droned away the many perplexities in her life. It felt as if the barrier around her was being demolished brick by brick and she was sorting through the charred remains. But somehow...she only saw one path for her to tread. The path of long-awaited self-inflicted pain.
The darkness surrounding her had swelled like a battle wound. The blôod had ceased its flow out of the chasm... and the skin had turned into an intimidating bruised blemish. That is what her anguish was... a blemish.
Her eyes burnt from the newly formed film of tears, and yet she did not let them fall. She enjoyed the twinge, the sting that gave her so much joy...
Sydne wasn't a dark person... She never shared her morbidity with the world. Her self detestation and deâth wish had only stayed within the contents of her room. But this day, this day so full of personal agony, was poked at by an unwanted guest.
"I hope you're not thinking about doing the unjust..." commented an atrociously familiar voice from behind her.
"Rede, get the fûck out of here. This is none of your business." she abhorrently retorted.
"None of my business?" he protested, having his voice raise to challenge hers. She turned around to face him and found it arduous to stare into his eyes, "Where the fûck do you go off telling me it's none of my business?" he slammed the shoddy door shut and heard the hinges squeek in disapproval.
She stood up from her seat on the edge of her bed, it shook slightly, only being held up by stacks of novels and dictionaries and the occasional cinder block. "Just... what do you want?"
"What I want is for you to answer my question. I don't like having my statements pushed aside like sidewalk trash. Why the hell do you think this isn't any of my business?"
"It's nothing, Rede, just go home. Go home to Cassandra." she waved him off as if her was a door-to-door salesman selling age-defying face cream for a higher price than necessary.
"Cassandra?!" he exclaimed, flailing his arms up in the air resembling a traffic spectator, "Is this what it's all about? Cassandra?"
At the sudden hightening of his tone, Sydne winced and her eye twitched in discomfort, "No. No... just leave it alone. You don't have to go home, you just have to get out of here." She had now put on a false... fake smile in order to comfort him and persuade him to flee.
"Not until you answer my previous question," he pushed, "Why the fûck did you deny me the right to know what you were doing?"
The glass jar bottling up her feelings inside had finally been smashed against the wall...
"BECAUSE I DON'T FÙCKING MATTER TO YOU ANYMORE!"
The words, at last, have slipped out concealed in barbed wire blankets. They had just ran at him like a bull's horns to the the red sheet before them.
Sydne had been driven to tears now, the satisfying sting in her eyes had been released. She curled up against the bed side in a fetal position, bawling like an infantile fool.
Rede's voice had taken on Sydne's position, only in his throat. He found himself speechless. Sydne was always the repressed introvert who never had a short-fused temper, and never exploded her feelings onto the floor before an audience. Her random outburst had startled Rede into a silent shock.
But her incessant - yet soft - sobbing had brought him back to realism.
"What gave you that idea?" he asked, taking a seat beside her.
In between sobs, Sydne replied, "You've just been... really different around... me and i can't... stand it... Cassandra has... replaced me... and I feel... that I've been pushed... away."
"You think Cassandra has replaced you? She's not my friend, Syd, she's my housemate! I needed someone to share the rent and utilities fee. I don't even like her." he gently brushed a piece of her long straight maroon colored hair out of her face so he could see her emerald green eyes. They were surrounded by her black draining make-up, and black streams were riding down her pallid cheeks.
"She sure... fancies you... a lot." she managed to croak out between her manic gasps and exhales.
Rede smiled a little bit at her tender jealousy and slight envy, as he pushed the batch of hair behind her right ear, "It's not a mutual feeling. She's an acquaintance. A social nail in the palm. I could never feel for her what I feel for you."
He said it. He had only meant to tell her the first portion... he had just confessed, in vague terms, his true feelings and passions for Sydne.
She had noticed this and looked up at him with the two black trails hurdling down her face, "What?"
There was no point in covering up what had already been said. But he did not yet solidify it.
Instead he grabbed her by her arm and pulled her up into a standing position. Still clasping her by her wrist, he wrenched open her hand, which was fully clenched holding the razor blade. The sharp edge had left a cut on the padding of her palm, and it was bleeding, the crimson fluid falling over the edges of her hand.
This did not spook Rede, this intrigued him. The fact that she felt no pain from this deep slit had amazed him, and if she had ignored it, he decided to as well, temporarily. Some things were more important.
The grip on her hand had loosened, and he dipped his index finger in the minscule puddle of red, and set it on her full and lush bottom lip, leaving a dark red drop.
He opened his mouth to speak, and what came out was for once something he had no doubt towards.
"I love you."
At this said, Sydne's tears stopped flowing and she held his gaze looking for any signs of dishonesty. Finding none, she pressed her cold lips against his of warmth.
He hands had found their way to her waist, and he set her gently on the bed and himself on top. She put her injured hand on his back shoulder, and it left a stain on his clean white shirt.
The two had fit perfectly together, and now Sydne had no reason to conceal herself in a guise any longer. No more fake smile...
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hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as i did writing it.
Colleen
Posted at 10:36 pm by crows_vein
uncomfortable
music: {the vines - "get free"}
le sigh... there are so many CDs out there that i crave, and i've got no money what so ever. mainly because i'm unemployed. and i am unemployed because everyone wants the sweet 6teen year olds. blockbuster and hollywood vid wont take me. even the little castle video on the main street wont accept me. i'm afraid to try anywhere else, i don't deal with rejection well.
CD Wishlist
The Vines --> "Highly Evolved" and "Winning Days"
The Hives --> "Vini Vidi Vicious" and "Tyrannosaurus Hives"
Something Corporate --> "Ready...Break"
The Killers --> "Hot Fuss"
My Chemical Romance --> "Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge"
Garbage --> "Garbage"
A Static Lullaby --> "...And Don't Forget To Breath"
Breaking Benjamin --> "We Are Not Alone"
Billy Talent --> "Billy Talent"
and this week is going to be pîssy, let me tell ya. it's red dot week. i'm not going to elaborate on that, i'm sure a portion of you know what i mean. anywho, i'm going to go take a shower. feeling filthy. later days.
Colleen
Posted at 01:10 pm by crows_vein
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
thirteen things based on me
sleepy
music: {system of a down - "sugar"}
i took this from a fellow blogger. clickity. thanks :D
13 Random Things You Like: silence. yoga. the british. chocolate. gây men. boxer shorts. movies. music. meditation. libraries. bookstores. pineapples. shoes.
12 Movies: dogma. dazed and confused. ferris bueller's day off. monty python and the holy grail. pretty in pink. some kind of wonderful. kill me later. the fifth element. blade(1&2). the counte of monte cristo. heartbreakers. stealing harvard.
11 Good Bands/Musicians: the vines. the hives. incubus. placebo. smashing pumpkins. alkaline trio. something corporate. dashboard confessional. the killers. the foo fighters. a static lullaby.
10 Things About You, Physically: brownish orange hair. brown eyes. the vintage "emo" glasses. fluffy. 6 in scar on leg. braces. chapped lips. blinking disorder. white. rough skin.
9 Things About You, Mentally/Emotionally: pacifist. introvert. anti-social. friendly. shy. natural high. phobic. gullible. weak.
8 Favorite Drinks: cold green tea w/ peach. lemonade. pepsi. coke. dr pepper. sprite. chocolate milk. gatorade.
7 Things You Wear Daily: bra. underroos. pants. a shirt. tom's bracelet. my glasses. my watch.
6 Things That Annoy You: pen clicking. hypocracy. homôphobes. unnecessary nûdity. unnecessary swearing. nicole kidman.
5 Favorite Foods: korean. california rolls. pizza. chocolate. pie.
4 Shows You Watch: will & grace. friends. q-eye for the straight guy. comedy central presents.
3 Celebrities You Have A Crush On: craig nicholls. brian molko. jason lee.
2 Things You Come In Contact With Everyday: my computer. my bed.
1 Thing That Makes You Cry: any harm that comes to a child.
anywho, i've made a decision last night before i went to sleep...i'm going to drop by the church sometime this week and ask if there's some sort of consecutive volunteer work i can do for them. i detest working with the church. my first choice was the local library... but for the sake of others, i'll avoid working there. i would be so overwhelmed being surrounded by so many books. i'd be running around screaming in joy. at least in church i can actually avoid being too happy for the public. that's right, i'm not much of a church person. i hâte church and anything to do with it. sorry if this offends a lot of you. bu ' my belief, and i'm not saying anything about the church goers persay. and for the sake of my well-being, i'll refrain from doing so.
i just loathe religion all together. why put so much faith into some "omnipotent"...unknown god that you've just theorized is out there watching over you? why not just put your strong faith into something that counts! like yourself, or your loved ones. faith is more effective when focused on someone more accessable and who actually exists rather then putting everything you believe in into some entity that your subconscious may sometimes doubt. uh, but i don't know, i'm a little off this morning. just a trifle groggy.
anywho, yea i'm thinking about volunteering in the church office or something...maybe a little paper work. hell, i'd be willing to even wash the damned pews. anything that'll get me out of the house and prevent me from taking the LG classes. i'm willing to do the bitch work, man, how valuable can i be? ;)
probably going to the library today to re-check out my summer reading. and then probably going to edit this entry again. later days.
Colleen
Posted at 01:12 pm by crows_vein
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