Grad 2000, $35. Hours: 6-3AM [4-8 crash location/cam's place].

Those were the technical details. The not so technical details was that I got 3 dances in. 2 with Cameron, and one with Jeff. I wish I got some more, but the night was still a lot of fun. Even the guys [Alex, Cam, Chris, and Jeff] danced! Congo lines, all dressed rippled chips, cake, blue tongues, and hurray for boobies also made a splash last night.

I tripped in the hottub, on cobble stones and on my dress.
My mom didn't make an appearance, no necking moments [a few 2second tongue a tongues though] and numerous [sips of] assorted alcoholic beverages later I was feeling really bad, like there was nothing that I could say that would come out nice, or sound like much fun. I'm sorry Joce about the water logged toilet paper comment.

Looking good.
All the guys had on great suits. I wish I had a camera with me, but in any case I'll be sure to get doubles from people. Jess' chinese dress was a show stopper, or maybe the show stopper. Jocelyn, Nicki, Chandra, and Meghan were all looking very sexy in their dresses too. There's so many things that I could gush over about, but well, I think I already did to the people who would appreciate it most.

In this case sleep was just what I needed! :) Happy me, Angie, saying Teletubby BYE BYE!

[boringly entitled: I can relate]

Oh!! Here's the title...scratch the first one.

"I have come to realize that the reason I have to stop letting myself be manipulated is because the only person who gets hurt is me. No one else cares that much, but I care. It's so egotistical to assume that you can punish others by feeling bad about yourself, because no one loves anyone that deeply."

VIRGINS: Jeff & Angie.
Put the word out I wanna get lucky tonight eh? [I mean that this is my very first graduation...but you got that right?]

Graduating Class of 2000! Dresses and suits. So pretty & handsome!! I'm just excited to get the chance to look really good. Yes, they will all say I looked really good for years to come. Ok, so the lasting impressions probably won't consist of what I do tonight, unless I do like the naked monkey and dance on a table top.

Grad hairy leg status: Yep

"If you were bald and butt ugly I wouldn't go out with you."

"I'm hurt."

"Oh, I mean if you were bald and butt ugly I'd still go out with you."

Sim Angie is awake, she waves her arms around frantically.

Thought of the day:
If the graduation banquet was today, prickly legs better be in! [3 more days]

you.

Hyuk hyuk, ok, so that wasn't funny... [sorry]. So virile...Mmm. SEX always finds a way into my pattern of thought. Anyway, I should be working on some English project, and studying for tomorrow's social test, but I know that you love me for me, [knocks on wood] and darn but without procrastination [and lack of grammar], I wouldn't be the Angie you know! OH!

Chorus
But I want it that way
Tell me why!
Ain't nothing but a mistake
Tell me why!
Ain't nothing but a heartache
Tell me why!
I never wanna hear you say,
I want it that way!

Our youth group baseball team [I'm just part of the team not the youth group, sorry God] won our very first game!! Three cheers for "Team B"!!! I [again, I know..."I" this, "I" that -- People are starving!! Sorry to whom it may concern]. This game also marks my very first homerun!! "I" got a homerun!!! [She runs around and high 5's everyone.] Note: The "quotation" marks have nothing to do with extra symbolic meanings, or any skillful use of the english art for that matter. OH!

Chorus
Mmm bop! Ba Doo Ba Dop! x 2

Oh my have you been reading this?? Time to put me to sleep. Goodnight everyone! OH!

Chorus
Dashing through the snow
In a one horse open sleigh
Over the hills we go
Laughing all the way...

Fades out with
Everytime you go away, you take a piece of me with you...
Oh!
Everytime you go away, you take a piece of my bumb with you...[it was a spin on the 80's classic my mom and I penned when we were still aspiring artists]
Oh!
I just called to say, I love you! [another childhood memory]

I don't know what to talk about. I don't read the comics, [sorry doonesbury] I don't watch much TV, I'm 89% ee-lit-ur-it, and gosh, darn it if I can string together a sentence thing. [sorry fellow 'subscribers.']

It's about my boyfriend. It's about my flat chest. It's about not talking about girly hygiene problems [if any, smirk]. It's about Jocelyn, Meghan, Cameron, Jess, and all those vip's.

Boyfriend:
blah blah blah [cameron] blah blah blah mushy sniffle blah blah hug? blah blah [sorry Jeff]

Flat chest:
They're kinda more aerodynamic and they have a way of getting severe "nipple-itis." Mmm, boobies.

Take a pill
Oh, I have...blah blah blah [pain] blah blah blah [cramp or mobility problems] blah blah blah.

Hehe, Girly Girls
So then they uh...[Dean] uh, tight leather, uh stroke [strrrooooke], uh make up, uh manic depression, [uh]

It's a relationship. You've got to learn to give some space without neglecting. You've got to learn to care without suffocating. Sounds easy, but it's hard to remember to play nice when I haven't got you around to place with...[sound byte: Alright that was the coolest [sports event, pool game, automobile, babe...etc] ever!!] Ok, so it's not at all like that. Things are good as long as I keep in mind that "Angie" isn't scrawled on the bottom of one of your shoes.

Something for everyone? Don't wear your underwear outside of your pants, or hanging out of the bottom of your pants. Very embarrassing.

It's like. You're a bad math tutor...
if our parents knew we were making out half the time
if I wasn't actually learning...
Oh why bother, after the first point my mother would have chained me up already.

Sunday morning. 7am...yawn. First thoughts? What can I eat? Where is my boyfriend? Did I dream about having a lice infection? [ewww...you didn't need to know that, but my was it vivid], 5 month anniversary = diamonds right? Diamond bracelet? Earring? Ring? Pea??

Hey, it seems that I get moody atleast once a day...hahaha! I'm not moody today!
Under the covers [maybe?]
In the shower [um, perhaps...sigh]
Getting a piggy back ride
Eating Ice cream
Watching 9-ball on tv
Learning math
Watching music videos
Eating a chicken sandwich

But then again maybe that's because I was the center of your attention the entire day.

[add vietnamese accent] "You don't listen to daddy or mommy because you have no daddy. Whenever you listen to me you don't listen to me." - Mother of Angie. "All your friend they talk to their mommy. You don't talk to your mommy."
"For example, Emily if she don't listen to mommy how she get good mark?" "You show your olderness by stubborness, not by your obedience." "Every time people grow older they be more stubborn...like that that good?" "You ask Angelo who ever don't listen to mom get stuck in life." "If you listen to me you already go university." "Of course it's your life, but always mommy and daddy cry because my kid's life is so horrible life. I feel regret i don't have time , i told angelo I have no time to teach you anything." "If you think you think you are like everyone in your group then you get to university. . ." That was 5:20PM - 5:28PM.

None of that was taken out of context. I am sick of this nagging. It happens everyday. After the I love yous. Then there's the "all I would like you understand one more thing..." One more thing isn't one more thing. Does anyone understand me? No. Everyone is going to university and I am not one of them. In my mother's words. "Different school, different friends. Old friends no play with you." Second chances aren't as easy to come by as I thought. To get one you have to lose all your mother's respectn and somehow try to believe that she loves you too in between the constant lessons.

I couldn't reach you via email [address has permanent fatal errors], but you can reach me, so read this it was for you "--e"

Oddly the email affected me in a way I didn't think one could. It felt good to know that someone's reading what I have to say. They could be frowning, rolling their eyes, or laughing, but gosh, it's just nice to know that someone who isn't in any possible way even obligated to read my online journal does.

Thanks it was nice to get your unique email. [unlike what you thought, yours was the only email I've ever gotten in response to my pita from someone I didn't already know]

I appreciate you're not wanting to sound like a stalker, but darn you and I both know, [ok so maybe just me] but if you were to send me an anonymous email telling me how hot I was and that you wanted me badly I'd be [point for me: although morbidly] pleased and oddly flattered while loudly denying any possible reaction to smut like that! [manages an internet laugh *lol*]

I got an email. It wasn't from you, you, or you, but it was someone. I wondered looking at your email address and name if you were someone I knew sending me an email. I thought, "aw man, he just complimented my page...I wonder if any of those comments still apply." I always get the feeling that once people get to know me, the less I am like who they initially thought was, and if they thought I was good in the first place, are the new thoughts bad? The Ying and the Yang point to yes. Then it all comes down to this awe inspiring message: "Woah, email, cool--who can I tell this too?"

Electronic Email.
Not that I'm expecting to be showered with goodness in an email from someone I know well, but gee sometimes when it's from someone close, the little short meaningless emails hurt: THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY TO ME??! DIDIN'T I JUST...[insert 'be your friend for 25839 years', or some 'sexual act' here] ?!? Then you get an email from someone who you don't know, who you're probaBly never going to know and it hits you. [BOOM! John woo like all flashy and dramatic, oh and slowed down] Woah, someone reads my pita!

anonymous emailer, boyfriend, and bus routes that end before the party even starts can screw a person raw, but damn if you can't make me feel good. At the risk of sounding like a porno or my earlier adventures, you make it feel so good.

boyfriend
If I left the ball in your court would you have come to me? I couldn't just sleep it off.
If I left the ball in your court would you have picked another playing partner? I couldn't let that happen if I had the choice.
If I left the ball in your court would you have laughed remembering that the guy in Mission Impossible 2 kept saying that with his funny accent?

It goes like this:
"What time is it?" - 12:30AM [she runs out of the house, but not before hearing]
"What? Without saying goodbye?" [brad pitt is on the TV screen in FIGHT CLUB the boys are asking the question]
[replies but later regrets letting the bitch out] "Fuck you guys!" [feels bad and attempts to smooth things over by showing concern about their safety and says] "Oh, don't forget to lock the door."
They didn't lock the door. [thank goodness because I kept coming back for more] For that matter I remember running back down the dark alley way to beg for a ride downtown before my mother got extremely mad at me for not making my pick up point on time...again
[flashback]:You're never responsible. You should not go out so late. Oh and just like last time--
[returns to present time] I got back alright. I even ran to the door trying to compose myself. I failed miserably. Nearly hyperventilating with tear tracks I asked them when the bus was coming. No bus. They offered a ride. I was running again. Where I don't know. I don't know why I was running. Oh yeah. I wanted to be chased. Grrr...being the prey is fun. NO. I wanted to be chased by you. You're supposed to go, "Oh Angie, where do you think you're taking your pretty little self? [don't forget to mention pretty] Don't you know bad boogie men are out there looking for little ones just like you? I want to protect you, hold you, take you home with me, and hug you forever." [screech] Ok, so I'm dreaming and you're gagging, but dammit, somebody turn on the sensitive switch and riddle out my girly emotions!!! Eek. It was extremely bitchy and irrational of me to expect to be chased after by my boyfriend. After all I just said fuck him...and his friends...[in the bad sense, the bad not fun sense, oh you know what I mean] and I ran out of the house refusing offers of help. I eventually, like they expected [3:1 odds probably betted too] came crawling back for a ride downtown. Why can't my irrational actions be understood by rational people?

Word of the day: booby tooby & boobtacular

If you're not in Stratford this isn't relevant
It's been so girl around angie.pitas.com lately and I thought I'd lighten it up by talking about the aftergrad party...right

Campsite or no campsite I'd just like to see a party organized. Since the party's open to everyone free will is the key here. If you show up that probably means whatever complaints you had are left outside the door. If you think you're going to be staring awkwardly at people you don't know, try talking to a friend. The mood'll probably lighten up later. . .[snicker]

Out of the blue.
It's so much easier to repeat after me. It's so much easier to say it without meaning it.

By not saying it do you not mean it? What's going on? At the touch of my fingers I can activate an automated response system, connect myself to people around the world, and evacuate a building. I'm surrounded by information with the ability to decide whether it's useful to me or not, but here I am with you. One person, one brain, one center of control, and the only person who can tell me how you feel is you. Within you there's so much capacity for you to feel and express, and no matter how I tune the dial or press the buttons on the remote control I can't get the tv show, information, emotions, song, story, news broadcast, 'desired tenderness...'

You don't just make me cry. . .
There are pictures of me smiling. Unforced and genuine, happy times constantly write themselves into my memory. You're all in there.
You're sending me letters of concern. [did you drown in your own vomit on the bathroom floor?]
You're running down stairs to hug me. [You're not the person I wanted, but it still feels so nice.]
You're catching the bus with me.
You're concocting wild imaginary adventures with me.[racso and justin live on! ^_^]
You're dreaming about boys and prosperous lifestyles at 4am in the morning with me.
You're laughing as I recall a silly tale or two.
You're lying head to toe on a couch made for 1/2 a person with me. [Happy New Years!]
You're writing me wacky notes.
You're there to tell me that I didn't come from a garbage can.

Listen, see those little images up there?? There's a guestbook and an email section! Maybe you want to sign it??

I am so cool with the way I am. I am one with myself!! UMMMM...[chanty chanty]

Parents think it's all about sex, but I just think it'd be nice to--
Location: balmy romantic [insert exotic locale] on a bed with a large white canopy, silky satin white sheets that never get dirty, and that touches the skin with that cool tingly refreshness.

In baggy flannel pajamas, the covers pulled up, tucked in tightly and fingers are gently running through your hair as if to coax your eyelids to close, they're so heavy, and it's so nice being curled up beside...zzz.

I just want it back. I want some back. You don't need it. Just some my way? Is there anything that you initally liked about me still there?

But there you are with your goofy, cute, and happy grin. There you are making me feel wanted, unwanted, and happy in 0-60 *snap* *snap* ON/OFF, just like that.

Jocelyn, you're just the best bug ever! You still have something nice to say even when it's on one of the worst days you could possibly have. You're loved!

So. . .

If I talked less we would probably be making out all the time? [and it would be more fun for a while anyway?]
would we be more compatible?

[sluuuurp]

Hello Puddle!!

Hello Queenie!
Is it your birthday today? Will you have cake? Or $100 loaves of bread flown in? Oh Queenie, thanks for the national holiday!

Yo Buddha, wassup?

Today, boys will be boys. Golf.

Learn to spend time alone happily. Learn to be happy while spending time with people. I know exactly what to expect, and then these Pop songs with their true loves, real loves, super heros, uh ohs, and baby baby's tell me stories of wonderful, meaningful, lustful, heartfelt -- everythings.

vice versa
Well, dammit, why can't it be that if I liked you, you'd know it without any doubts? Can't you read my mind?

Hello! I am reporting from my little niche here in Canada. I want to be outside for a barbecue, a run through legislature wading pools, a skinny dip in that puddle over there, but God, sleep, and automated answering machines have decided to write themselves into people's slated agendas this Sunday.

He's holding two zucchinis with the intention of--
[another man enters the room]: "Um, maybe I should come back another time?" - Saturday night's improv

Childhood warfare:
It's a water fight. 2 on 2. Each team of 2 were former friends. What does that mean? "You're not my friend anymore, you stink, you're ugly. . ."
Being real clever we think of filling our water guns with extremely hot water so that the other 2 witches will burn! While we're at it I decide to practice all the cuss words I could possibly know. You'd think with 4 letters each I'd have an easy time of it . . .
Clothes drenched to the skin with goosebump inducing cold and a now inverted umbrella serve us loyally as we pick up some more liquid burn.
10 minutes later
The water fight is over. Winner unclear, nothing settled, and breath wasted as the two of us alternate swears with interesting adjectives such as bloated, stinky, and geeky.

1:35PM this afternoon, I'm standing semi-naked in my room. It wasn't a sexy feeling at all. I wonder if taking off my two socks and curling my toes into the carpet would do the trick: create a sensual and appealing frame of thought in my brain. I take a step or two to some direction, I'm not sure where in the dark [my blinds are pulled down, and refuse to let light hit their mistress]. That's it I'm going downstairs, and this is a good morning. That's right, good morning to you!

Baby, baby, baby, just chill. You gonna be alright, here drink this. [this part isn't true]

Fast forward: she's storming away with the stupid thought that he's going to become an alchoholic. He's going to drink because he can.
Since when did I care if people decide to drink? People do it at weddings, dinner tables, in dark closets, out of breast cups. Why even 'good people' wag their pinky finger off the neck of a wine glass all the time.

Then Cameron's sipping out of it.
I know, it's another Cameron, this, Cameron that...boyfriend this, boyfriend does that. . .
Why does it scare me? He's not a raging alcoholic, he's not a different person after one glass. I hate this uncomfortable feeling I have. It's almost like foreboding, or maybe just a piece of undigested dinner. I'm scared. Why?

How can I resolve this if I can't come to terms, to an understanding. Yes, I think I'll sleep on it, and realize that it's silly. Ok, so I've come to an understanding, maybe reinforce me, or reassure me or something. I mean, fine so it's a drink, so it'll happen again, so what? Is that what defines Cameron now? One thing that he does that I can't stand, replacing everything else that makes me want to be with Cameron? Cameron, I guess what I'm trying to say is: however much this bothers me, I'm going to understand it [cause heck it's not like I won't ever drink] and not get this scared feeling. I really like you, and I don't want this to get in the way.

That stupid fucking skank hell bitch of a whore glass of wine ruined my day.

Warning if you are a student from STRATFORD [ahem, Stratford JP Campus 'library'], that's right you get out of this page now. I've been warned by the librarian that I had some unpleasant things to say here, and that it shouldn't be viewed or visited by the likes of you. Well get out of here you green bean! This is nothing for a kid like you. Yeah, well um, here suck this.

It's dinner time and everyone is gazing at the chubby little boy in the little train conductor suit. The tall guy leaning against the counter pays little attention to the "oohs and aahs" as he spoons another spoonful of vanilla icecream into his mouth. He's shrugged off the shoulder straps of "choo choo rrain" uniforms for a comfortable pair of khakies. [sigh, he's so cute.]

Hey, we [being parents armed with millions of 4x6's of your naked charm just for occasions like this] should submit your baby photos to the grad council for the slide show!

Oh I don't know where I'm going with this train of thought, maybe I just wanted to tell you that I don't have as many baby photos as I have memories of me getting into trouble for sawing at the TV with my plastic knife, or the time when [did I dream this one?] my mother poured a pitcher of milk on my head for being naughty.
My parents didn't invest in a camera when I was younger. [didn't they love me and want millions of pictures of me?] Ahhh! [and no, i don't have an issue with parental affection. they love me] No attendant watching the srolls of "me" pictures go by in the processor have seen my cute [i'm sure it was] baby bottom. Let alone pick up the phone to report a dirty photography ring. Not that they would now a days, because I know where to get [those] pictures taken. Ahem, Jocelyn, Meghan, Nicki, & Jess.

Alright, there's another thing to talk about. 5 girls, all highly intelligent and [cough cough] might I add extremely beautiful. We've all at some point agreed that boys are terribly icky creatures. So... that would mean 5 beautiful girls who have [but of course] pent up sexual energy that aren't interested in pursuing the boy path.

ALL RIGHT!!! LESBIAN SEX!
No. We're all quite heterosexual it's just that. . . [hey where are you going? wait! SEX! pauses then continues to leave come back!! LESBIAN SEX! ahh, there we go] so as I was saying. . .
Every once in a while we [i might just be speaking for myself here] have this insane urge to throw away the seductive sway of glossy lipsticks and cosmetic charms for the easily attained boy attention through sexual lesbian innuendos. Unfortunately this tactic has been used one too many times and the plausible truth behind our claims has quickly diminished to a fat unappealing ZERO.

Unfinished thought: SO WE roll our eyes at the boys who pull out the lazyboys and popcorn bowls when 2+ girls are viciously pulling hair and snapping bras, and even more exciting when the girls are pulling hair, snapping bras, and unsuccessfully trying to [um] continue the human race.

Archived May 09, 2000 - May 14, 2000.