note: potential employers: please do not judge me on my diaryland. that's lame.

.

2004.04.13 10:59 a.m.

dammit. i hate internets that delete things. fuckers.

i really really really want a tv. how can i be this sick and not have a tv to go home to? ridiculous. and i don't get off school until 6 so i can't even go and buy one. dammit.

i'm sick. i'm sick. hey! i have such a bad cold and cramps! i just want to go to bed..but it doesn't matter because i wouldn't be able to sleep anyway.

on sunday i was convinced i saw beck in kensington market. so much. by the end i decided it wasn't him, but he did look and dress so much like him. but he also had darker hair and a slightly fatter face. he was carrying a guitar. aparantly beck got secretly married this weekend. and he and his wife(?) are having a baby. you know who else wants a baby? this guy.

hollywood is weird.

i'm sick.

i hope i don't flunk out of school. it could happen. le sigh. i want to be a good student, i do, but i've worked for so long at being a bad student, i don't really know how to go back.

i want to call the markin side boys but they all live together and i wouldn't know who to ask for when i called. therefore i can't at all. makes sense.

i wish they were playing again soon. i love it. ahh lost boys. i want to go see joel plaskett on friday but i have no one to go with. again.

hayden's opening for sarah harmer, but i don't want to have to pay $32 plus tax to see him play very breifly in a giant venue. i want him to play at my house. i should write and ask. i can't see why not. i love im.

i bought myself lots of treats for being sick. i bought a teen vogue (it mentioned my so-called life. weird. did you know it's been ten years since it was on??), some bandaids (in bright colours), two chocolate bunnies (one milk and one white), some ricola, and some vitamin c. good work. now if only i had a tv.

i feel like i've been here forever already. i really haven't been here for any time at all. but people should really get on the whole visiting me thing. right now.

one of my teachers, christina, brought in her 7 year old son yesterday to talk to us about how he does commercials. he was so cute. i can't even explain. he's in commercials for monostat, ford, and lots of others. and he's so well-spoken and funny.

you know who else is cute? ethan and rachel. man i miss them. ethan says he misses me too aparantly. he is also ridiculous. and almost bordering on condescending ("i'm so proud of you my sister"). cute.

i miss elliottsmith so much. i mean, sure i never knew him. but i had plans! plans!

i'm not looking foward to slogging through today. it's so long and drawn-out. and viv's class is usually fun but i'm just so tired..

i did my monologue in paul's class yesterday. it went..okay. i don't think i'll get kicked out of school just yet (i hope). he said i really had the connection..but not the support. and it's exactly true. he also said i picked a really good monologue, the 'lise' one from les belle soeurs, if you're looking.

i have a quiz, on punctuation, in comm right, away. and if, this, entry is any indicator::; i'm sure; going to, fail it.

previously - and then

*oh random entry*

all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15

diarylanded oldered profiled emailed
guestbooked noted surveyed surveyed2 pictured

myspaced