late nights, bright lights

Yeah, so I quit my job because it just wasn't gonna work for me. Kinda sad about it-- camp is a great place to be. But now I am home and I know how to bake and I am once again hoplessly unemployed.

Also, Sarah and I no longer have an apartment, due to unforseen complications. CURSE YOU COMPLICATIONS.

I am about forty-nine kinds of pissed/anxious/super pissed/upset about that one.

But then again, I don't need a job to pay off the rent if there is no place to pay rent on, right?

Whew, been neglectful these past few days.

The show was really good. No show suffered from bad attendance, we broke every record for revenue, we had ice cream cake, and we got tons of laughs.

There was an injury however, a pretty disfiguring one, even. Sarah [my next year roommate/techie for the show] took a balcony to the face. THE FACE. She got some pretty sweet ass splinters too. Heh heh heh. BALCONY TO THE FACE. Now, moving huge ass thing like the balcony should have been looked after better so as accidents wouldn't have happened, but it was only a balcony to the face, and it was only Sarah.

Got a prescription for birth control pills today... Oh joy, more medication to remember. Really kinda wish I didn't have to take it. BLAH. Maybe I won't. I mean, no harm, no foul if I don't fill the prescription, right? Well, unless the random pregnancy happens. But apparently that doesn't happen if you don't touch boys.

!!!! PROBLEM SOLVED. Given the current state of the inside of my brain, that would be stellar.

Apparently I type madly. Blah to the alkies in my apartment. BLAH TO THEM.

I am suddenly in a very bad mood, and I'm not quite sure why... I need sleep. Sweet sweet sleep.

IF YOUR LIFE WERE A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?

1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, whatever).
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.

I even included a little quote from each song. It's great how HARDCORE my movie would be, just based on the soundtrack. As Ashley would say, it's a 'bitching' soundtrack.

( My Life, The Soundtrack )

Extra notes
a) Lacey is cuddly... Too cuddly? We shall never know.
b) Sarah said something amazing about boys and chapstick and prowling, but I forgot to write it down. Suffice to say, it was awesome.
c) Heather is lending me her skirt! Be prepared for sexiness!
d) I don't know how this song got onto my computer, but it makes me very zen.
e) Sometimes people say things that upset me and I should be able to speak up and say so. I should stand up for my feelings.
f) Operation Death Defy is a go. I repeat, Operation Death Defy is an affirmative!

Break of day, the dawn is here...

Her: Aww, that was great, Colleen.
Me: O.o
Her: Really. A solid level four [read: 90%+]. Well... it's always a level four with you.
Me: ...
Her: I love watching you up there. You make me proud.
Me: [thinking] Did you HEAR me up there? No, of course you didn't! Because I HAVE NO VOICE YOU CRAZY LADY!
Her: *sigh* Now, if some others in the class could pull up their socks... You can go home now honey, I understand you're sick.
Me: ... Thanks Ms. Stokes. See you later.

It was strange, all-around. I let Melissa in on a little theory I had. She thinks I'm nuts. I told her 'we shall see'. It was pretty cool, actually because I couldn't talk, right? So when I said 'we shall see' it sounded all raspy and mysterious. I rock.

And you know who else rocks? SARAH. <3 times a million.

We got 6o/6o and 4o/4o on our storybook for religion.

[For those of you who are not great at math, that's 1oo/1oo. Which works out to roughly 1oo%]

In all, working with Sarah is fun. Not just because we get good grades, but because she is fun.

And because I am full to the brim with love today: I love Jessica. Why? Because I am still a virgin Because she is the reason my mother made delicious cake.

Being home sick has it's perks. I mean, don't get me wrong, being sick sucks. But staying home from school while sick is not so bad. For one, I didn't have to go to early rehearsal this morning [no matter what Ms. Stokes says, I need it]. I got to sleep until 11oo. And I'm most likely going to bed after J*A*G. I baked corn muffins and made chocolate pudding today too.

Heh, funny corn muffin story.

Colleen making corn muffins seems like a totally healthy thing, When I am sick, I am normally completely out of it. So seeing me bake when sick [don't worry, I washed my hands five whole times! With soap!] was amusing. I was like 'dude, this just might work.' Upon retreiving tray from oven- with oven mitts, which I forgotten during sick!baking before...- and proceeding to flip the little buggers out of their tray I realized I had forgotten to grease the cups.

In conclusion...

You know that story about that guy who fed thousand with just a few loaves of bread [and some fishes]? Yeah, that's me today. I started with eight little loves. And can now feed probably 1oo times that. If I'm feeding mice!

Because my eight little loves of corn bread turned into eight little piles of crumbs!

Had so much fun at Sarah's party. Many pictures will soon go up here, after being email to a few people. But unfortunately the best moment of the night went unphotographed because I had to run upstairs at the wrong moment. We all know how it went... ^^

It was very much nice to see Karla [my baby's momma] and Brittany [the only reasonm I survived last semester] again. I hardly ever see them at school anymore.

But I totally have to work very early tomorrow morning, so goodnight.

Pssh, Sarah's not the only one who can draw sweet ass sweet comics and stuff. I drew a comic once. Jesus was riding a dinosaur and there was a time machine. Wendy said it would be better if I didn't draw anymore.

Okay, maybe Sarah is the only one who can draw sweet ass sweet comic things.





[We're totally doing Fiddler as our grad show. This kicks ass! *is insanely excited*]






[There's totally no mood for 'naked']

Woo, went to Sarah's yesterday and we had fun and went out to Tim Horton's and there was yummy hot beverages and slept until noon thirty. And her mom [who is awesome] made pancakes.

And then I commandeered Sarah's MSN and talked to people.

I don't think Karla or Brendan noticed. I think they just thought that Sarah was being strange [-r than usual]. Colin may or may not have noticed, see above. But Ed was weirded out, and I don't blame him. I get in moods, see.

Feeling a bit devious. Should stop thinking and write. I also feel bad because Nanowrimo needs money and I don't have any to give...

: (

Gah! Dammit!

Sarah signed off so damn qucikly, I didn't have a chance to ask her. I hate my life.

And I did it. Today. I did it. *parties* I love my Hallowe'en costume. I'll get pictures. And I'll be the only one who gets it, but I'll love it. So there.

I love Jimmy, the Optimist guy. He gives me way to much candy.

My hands are so cold, I don't think they'll ever be warm again.

Annotated bibliography? What's that?

I hopelessly fucked for tomorrow. Maybe I can pull a Stephanie and fake sick and dodge work early.

Except for I can't because I'M FUCKING RESPONSIBLE YOU DUMB BITCH.

*ahem* Pardon me. I don't know where that came from...

Actual exerpt from actual email sent to Sarah. We should both be doing homework, but we are dumb, and also not.

"Hee hee. Super Brendan. Super Brendan's super powers? Licking the world a nicer place, with rainbows and lollipops and the like.

Mmm, gods. Tastes like Lucky Charms.
You know who's better than the Count of Monte Cristo? The Counte of Del Monte Crisco. I say you study him instead.
>>Colleen
PS: Notice how this email had capitals, but the last one didn't? Weird how these things work. Blame it on the French and their craz-eh revolutions with the killing and the stabbing and tribunals!!

PPS: You are a ratfink of fine taste…"

And as for my mood? It's calm, insofar as I can be calm.

ED: Sarah has thusly responded to my email:

Neither one of us is going to get ANY work done tonight.

!!

Sold all my buttons today! And I bought a printer which doubles as a scanner. Hurrah.

Tired as, pardon my language, fuck.

Missing Sarah's chest.

Also: damn her for having such a nice one.