[elipses...do I really nead them?...]
Tuesday, October 10, 2000 at
07:16 p.m. |
EvilTwin Angela: our government is um.. an old man.
tjking82: Dirty old man. [Chretien]
EvilTwin Angela: well, he would be, except I think sleeping with him wouldn't get you much power. (I can only see mercenary reasons for sleeping with that man)
tjking82: I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THE MOTIVES YOU WOULD AND WOULD NOT CONSIDER FOR SLEEPING WITH HIM.
tjking82: I'm just kiddin'
EvilTwin Angela: lucky for you, I was going to sick my dogs on you.
EvilTwin Angela: ( i don't own any, but my imagination...as you can very well see is impressive....and therefore scary!)
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[Great, I'm mortal...]
Monday, October 9, 2000 at
10:02 p.m. |
i was just sitting here when poof : I don't think I'll be seeing New Years 3000.
I really blew the 2000th one. What'd I do? I sat in a hot tub and watched the fireworks with all my close friends while enjoying Coke infused orange juice.
Wow, it makes for good text though. mmm!
well, that's it for you folks.
For Cameron It was fun "racing around the hotub" while you tried to catch me. Boy, the schemes I hatch(ed) to get you to play...
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[i shake my little tush on the catwalk]
Monday, October 9, 2000 at
09:41 p.m. |
I'm Too Sexy - Right Said Fred
Yes, I am talking about the song. Remember? For you '82 babies think grade 5. I sure did when I heard the song again.
Franz, (the boy every girl in the class made future plans around), strutting his stuff during "sharing circle." Woah, he said SEXY!
i was such a good girl then. I thought the word cunt was bunt spelt wrong. That's a whole other story. |
[Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?]
Monday, October 9, 2000 at
06:01 p.m. |
All I need is a happy ending. Unfortunately i don't think things are going to wrap up neatly anytime soon for this 17 year old girl.
Life: I sure hope that the climax doesn't only come once. |
[don't bother]
Monday, October 9, 2000 at
01:38 p.m. |
...acting pissy. That's thinking that I care.
With words like that I can lose any friend!
Now if only a few words could guarantee you friends. |
[crushes]
Monday, October 9, 2000 at
12:37 p.m. |
hello angie! let's talk to yourself today!
Re; Crushes? They innocently take hold of your hormones and heart. An unfufulfilled crush is one feeling that i could do with and without. sigh
Get the latest gossip! What or WHO is Angie crushing on?
- backstreet boy ballads
- macster mp3s
- jess, my partner in crime
- cameron and any parallel universe cam's
- iMacs
- joce's pita
- "yummy!"
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[don't let me be the last to know]
Sunday, October 8, 2000 at
11:48 p.m. |
He's looking at you with a smile of familiarity. As far as you can tell you've never seen him before and you're going to have to either avert your eyes, or pretend he must be looking at the person behind you.
Excuse me miss, but the top button on your blouse is unbuttoned.
Oh my, neck flesh. I really really wanted to show him what indecent really meant.
Yeah right. |
[family cooperation?]
Sunday, October 8, 2000 at
01:57 p.m. |
Today my family would make a very very poor example of a dysfunctional family.
YESSSSSSS!!!!!
we're going to eat good food, and be happy. Aww.. |
[3 mp3s later]
Wednesday, November 8, 2000 at
05:42 a.m. |
ooh! Happy thanksgiving friends!!
2 hours later... hmm I'm starting to feel goooood. Baybee baybee baybee! |
[it was a lot of fun]
Wednesday, November 8, 2000 at
03:24 a.m. |
Experiment: It's now 3:24 A.M in the morning. I'm not very good company.
I hate the fact that my body can decide to rain on my parade any old time of the day. So what if it's 3AM in the morning !!! People still love you, and really, you had a lot of fun eating Mexican grub and watching improv theatre escalate into the usual sexual fiasco.
Sleep. I can't believe lack of sleep does this to me. i want to be super human. |
[Hewwo Dere!]
Friday, October 6, 2000 at
10:02 a.m. |
Hey, listen pal.
Choo Choo! I am going to a birthday party. He couldn't make it super fab cause a lot of his chums aren't 18 yet (1 month!) Awww... poor liquor establishments.
Things to do on weekends. What, now we have to come up with something super duper fun dude? I AM super duper fun. Super duper. That's right, and I'm free. I do the whole talking and walking thing really well. My wallet is never ever padded, but I kick money's ass right. I'm better entertainment than $9.75 could get you right? Better than greasy popcorn fingers and a dark room right?
Yeah. |
[reach out and touch them!]
Thursday, October 5, 2000 at
10:03 a.m. |
Or just press the send button. Count them 3 emails of varying love levels for me!! From: "WE CAN MAKE YOUR LIFE SIZZLE WITH THESE SIZZLIN' STOCK INSIDERS!" to "If you believed you have received these emails in error..."
I fill out my calender blocks with reminders such as: "Buy Bus pass" & "wear the white socks." Well, I would remind myself to wear the white socks if I didn't have anything but white socks.
RE:
excerpts from the journal of wayward mobility "You probably know someone who has it...and you probably hate them." Me: Don't hate me cause I've got mana baby...
Them: Huh? you've got what?
Me: In a friend's anthro--
Them: I love you!
Me: Ummm, ok. YAY!
I'd like to have Mana. Especially when you'd be grouped in with Mrs. Horwood. (Who happens to be one of the nicest, happiest, and nicest person when mad teacher in the entire Angie universe!) Jocelyn, you rock! You really rock! I am going to visit you soon. La - di - daaaaaaa..... |
[You would cry too if it happened to you....]
Wednesday, October 4, 2000 at
08:14 a.m. |
Jocelyn!! I'm sorry I missed your call last night. I've been a sleeping fiend. Up at 6:00 down at 10:00. Why?
Because I forgot that that special someone was going to call.
Pulls out megaphone: Guys, I'm easy. A Supreme Chalupa from Taco Bell and I'm down for the count. He got me for a supreme Chalupa. I resisted the muffin. I'm a good girl I am!
Cameron. Jocelyn. Meghan. Jess. there will be phone calls. there will be phone calls. hahahahaha! |
[The more I get to know you....]
Tuesday, October 3, 2000 at
02:31 p.m. |
the more I ( ) you!
Or how about another sweat-inducing line?
You're highly qualified for the job. For a human anyway... Meet XQZ738.
If people lost their jobs because of robots would Engineers be at the top of the heirachy?
I'm such an internet hottie. *sizzle* How come it's not quite the same in reality? I mean come on people. Legs kicked up on the computer desk, practically straddling the monitor, and your dinner crusted plates crowding your keyboard area. Mmm, the internet community can afford to over look this. It's like believing everyone I talk to is a super sexy studmuffin.
Ahem, pass the Alliteration award. |
[School Connection Bliss continues]
Tuesday, October 3, 2000 at
08:20 a.m. |
My sister and I got skillz we can plunk away on the piano like no one else. I'd like to be spoon-fed logarithms.
Mmm, the simple things in life. Fur Elise: "E #D E #D E BDCA B#G BC..."
Help. Picking the right IMac color for me ? Did they have that in mind when they limited billions of people to 4 colors??
drool...56k modem as a default. drool. |
[who wears the boobs in this relationship?]
Wednesday, September 27, 2000 at
11:37 p.m. |
I've been so horribly wicked these past few months, so I don't even trust myself to go to others pages anymore. Even if they are my friends. I'm scared. They don't love me anymore. So I only feel safe going to this guy who I may never meet, and may never alienate. I'm typing quickly so that my experience at this page is short....EEEEIIII!
Safe. |
[do_i_look_like_a_punching_bag?]
Saturday, March 25, 2000 at
04:39 p.m. |
My face looked back at me from the black piano, and it looked nice. There were shadows here and there, and no vivid details except the contours of my face. Even the word contours is sensual. So sex-ay!
It's one person's honest opinion about you, and suddenly its on the web, and you feel like all the people who were of the same opinion are being united in their thoughts about you... Or a light has been turned on dispelling any doubt about how horrible you are. Do you let the little things get to you?
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[Monday, Monday….]
Monday, September 25, 2000 at
08:27 a.m. |
Dear Angie,
- Tabulated votes for Angela: 1
- Tabulated votes for Angie:2
Apparently one of those names are sexier and the other is friendlier. Would adopting a new name make all the difference? I mean if I was named RATFACE I’d have some terrible stories to tell you, and I think my Pita would be all the more fun to visit. |
[am I so lame??]
Saturday, March 25, 2000 at
12:24 a.m. |
Jocelyn, how do you do it?
When I'm expressing my thoughts on relationships, I wish that people wouldn't assume there's trouble in paradise, or for that matter assume anything.
I wish I could make everday things in my life sound so cool, and show depth instead of reveal shallowness. |
[Really?]
Friday, March 24, 2000 at
08:33 p.m. |
"I don't wanna call, but I wanna call because I don't wanna crush you..."
ANSWER ME |
[How am I boring?]
Friday, March 24, 2000 at
08:20 p.m. |
I really really want to write something here, but after reading a couple other web journals I feel like I'm juts pilfering from their sites.
I LOVE IT WHEN YOU LOVE ME. I am going to use the word love loosely. Why? Because I've been told that it's stupid to think about it now.
If you didn't like what I wrote imagine a little girl doing a little jig on top of a barrel. Was that funnier? |
[you know the words, but do you ever say them?]
Saturday, September 23, 2000 at
09:52 p.m. |
"Star light. Star Bright. First star I see tonight. Wish
I may. Wish I might. Have the wish I wish tonight."
The Lion King's Pumba is SOOO wrong. Gaseous balls millions of miles away. Pah.
Don't give up on the stars. Cross your fingers, but only one set. A pair of crossed fingers is, forgive me, crossing the line. Oh, and when your car travels over railroad tracks touch the roof of your car and make a wish. All my superstitions relate to having wishes come true. Those are after all the best ones.
Last night I looked up into the skies and the brightest stars I've ever seen twinkled down at me. The city's clear sky was such a contrast from the usual murky blue depths that I couldn't help but find myself believing that the wish I made upon that star was going to be heard.
I made so many stupid insensitive remarks about my boyfriend last night I was surprised that he kissed me on the forehead when he did. It was good. It was very good.
Thank you. stars. Cameron. |
[Do you have to see it to believe it?]
Saturday, September 23, 2000 at
07:09 p.m. |
I really have to learn tactful.
It's not easy simply being naively charming. It just get's stupid once you get older. The numerous pats on the head --oh you're so cute-- are giving way to harder pats on the head. Ouch!
I've just recieved an email with every synonym possible for the word wonderful. It's a good feeling.
You exist, when people forget you because they haven't seen you, you still exist to me, and it melts me. Who? Those dear to me.
Boyfriends, surprisingly have quite a range of job descriptions and their girlfriends are only one of them. As it should be, but I still miss you. |
[IF the world was ending tomorrow...perhaps around 9PM]
Thursday, September 21, 2000 at
09:51 p.m. |
My favorite word of the day? Yummy.
Jocelyn is yummy. She's highly desirable. You'll notice her on campus with her Moutain Co-op gear. If she says hello, and you stupidly ignore her, you my friend, are "une poco tanto!"
Cameron -- jaiiii-baumb!!
Jess -- it's always good to have a friend in high places. YES!
If the world was ending tomorrow, I'd still wash my hair and make myself look good before going to visit all my friends. I'd stop off at each one of their houses and tell them how much I loved them. Then as my last act I would go over to the boyfriend's house and "consumate" [consume and mate? What kinda sadistic freak...] our relationship.
Oh man, I forgot people I know and talk to visit this page. |
[Too bad the jerks don't read my page!]
Thursday, September 21, 2000 at
06:44 p.m. |
To whom it may concern:
I hope I see you writhing in pain and naked on the floor.
By the way, where do you want your testes sprinkled?
How could you do that to someone?
Especially my someone!! |
[nacho nacho man!]
Thursday, September 21, 2000 at
05:09 p.m. |
Tick tick tick. Apparently there's an invisible homosexual meter that ticks away when you haven't been able to hook a girl.
Sticking to the parking meter motif...
Carefully inserting your valuables into the "parking meter" slot isn't going to make you a man, so you fucknuts who sit behind me in English class shut the hell up! |
[What a girl wants]
Thursday, September 21, 2000 at
03:47 p.m. |
If you're thinking of making me the happiest girl in the world, my birthday's coming up. November! Sweet 16 and them some! (2 years)
Does intense happiness in short bursts work for you? Do you think you could stand being happy by receiving immediate gratification from the one you love?
Can you delay that gratification for that person out there who wouldn't trade you in, or trade up?
My answer? I've asked a question that I can't give a black and white answer it's sorta gray scale at best. On one hand I don't want immediate gratification if it's going to disappear. I haven't been able to convince my heart to toughen up yet, so until then I'm content with the almosts.
I've wished on the stars for crazy things, but when I tried wishing last night the twinkling star suddenly zoomed closer...a shooting star?! My heart was about to put all my cynical thoughts to rest when I noticed the flashing red tail lights. |
[It snowed... stupid australia and their 'summer' olympics!!]
Thursday, September 21, 2000 at
09:58 a.m. |
I was tired of roaming around the usual internet hang outs: my friends' pages... which are more or less a cheap thrill compared to the awesome punch they really have when you're with them.
So I dangerously typed in a random URL address and voila! I was taken to a site with pictures. Not the usual nude pictures. Or the boring corporate site. Googleplex.com They're smart people with an artsy flair that kicks boredom's butt! |
[I dress like Angie!]
Wednesday, September 20, 2000 at
08:54 p.m. |
I almost felt like not posting here anymore. I wonder who comes to this place and reads my bogwash. The people I do know that frequent this place have probably often gone away with the thought, why do I come back?
The inability to produce "My PROF said This My Prof said that" stories has made this a site a sore thumb. Thanks to Cameron I've been informed that the HUB mall diet especially popular among the freshmen is also known as "The Freshmen 15."
Emails from persons I've never met telling me how much they feel like they know me have a very strange effect on me. oh my. I'd hate to think that people's impressions of me are based from this page. I wish everything I wrote was the me that I wanted to show you guys, but really it's just a mess of words. A big one. Like, the question this afternoon. "Did you get to sit close to him and feel his heat?"
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[mutant angie]
Wednesday, September 20, 2000 at
07:52 p.m. |
We're not supposed to be lactose tolerant. I wonder what other useful mutations we've undergone.
TO think I'm the product of a USEFUL mutation. |
[I better look back and laugh...]
Tuesday, September 19, 2000 at
10:52 p.m. |
because I feel like a crazy besotted fool.
Crazy devotion returned to me inch for inch. I've become some sort of demented wounded girl who has been brainwashed with love songs.
Cam, if you haven't check your electronic mail!
To all the ex-boyfriends 2 who wished a hellish fate on me, it has come, and I'm exhausted. Are you happy??
MATT FLOOK. It's like a crazy paper trail, but not paper. Very well thought out. Yeah, I'm sorry, this is just how you're going to be linked. |
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