[It's tough for teenagers to really sleep together]
Monday, March 19, 2001 - 06:26 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
angie at 18 says: It's either the parents or my hormones. That seems to be the root to all my little interestiing stories. Aw, come on, what if I just wanted to sleep with your son/daughter? |
[he let me read one online comic and I thought that was sweet]
Saturday, March 17, 2001 - 01:34 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
**If you've ever dated me before then you would have noticed the piece of paper taped to my bedroom wall marking the sexual prowess of my lovers. This morning I woke up from a dream which detailed my adventures with four males I've never met before.
Yesterday, Enemy at the Gate contorted my face into a myriad of expressions. Most frequently fluxuating between disgust and shocked pity. The scenes of war with men being shot by their own army really set the mood for me. At every turn, I suspected that someone or other was going to be shot, (especially when they focused on his eye). Love and hate rode so closely to eachother; I wouldn't have been surprised if the hero's love-developing-sex scene was ruined by the discovery of a very cute young boy's limp hanging body, and then it was. Every horror in the movie made the good guy's rifle a hero everytime its bullet rang true. Before long, the movie becomes a good gunman VS. sneaky bastard story. I loved the way they toyed with our notions of loyalty and trust. Soon, I was another one in the audience plunging my fist into the air with pride and pleasure everytime an enemy blinked for the last time. The last few moments of the movie with its wet blood and lost hope still managed to stir up a happy ending. All in all, I managed to come out enjoying this movie. Although, I'm a little wary of the 14A rating. Being 18 years of age, I think I only very narrowly managed to stomach the reality of Enemy at the Gate..
**some times it's better to not believe me |
[Eeee....surround sound makes me dizzy...]
Friday, March 16, 2001 - 01:02 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
Oh yeah! Jeff reminded me of how much I've always wanted to play Dance Dance Revolution. In case you don't know what it is.That jazzed up arcade game with: two speakers on the side, flashing lights, and an array of arrowed foot controls. I bet I'd be reduced to a state of frenzied giggling after a just a few rhythmic stomping beats.
Besides Dance Dance Revolution, another thing that gets the little hairs tingling, is the thought of having enough adrenaline coursing through my veins as to empower me to push over a car. |
[It's always the stupid things people notice]
Thursday, March 15, 2001 - 03:47 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
I am here in the Edmonton Public Library. Beside me, a boy is looking at other girls his age over the internet. I am not injecting any opinion here. This sounds very much like a telegraph message. ST2OP.
Sorry guys, I'll try better later. |
[debit transaction # 4]
Tuesday, March 13, 2001 - 03:51 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
I think I have the ultimate weapon against them!
SPF 30 lipbalm!! Oh yeah, balmy weather here I come. (Psst... enter balmy weather, balmy weather?) |
[just so that my frown doesn't overwhelm my character]
Sunday, March 11, 2001 - 04:44 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
Sometimes it seems that one frown wipes out 50 smiles. Today though, I think I have a safety buffer. That's about 200 smiles away from bitch status. 4 frowns however and I'll be right back where I started; in a dark dark womb. |
[concerto of emily]
Sunday, March 11, 2001 - 09:59 a.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
I should've tried this earlier when she was a little less volatile and way more cute. Seven year old sister for sale! She's a wizard on the piano, and boy, this little spark fire can be yours at a very small fortune. |
[If I were you I'd be eyeballing those girls too]
Saturday, March 10, 2001 - 01:55 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
eyes, ears, legs, toes, everything must go!
I signed my donor card and "tick tick tick" goes the biological clock. I feel a little too mortal, a little too vulnerable, and way too organic.
Chris, Uncle Chris, I can always count on you to want to do something, and damn, you're intimidatingly smart sometimes.
Jocelyn, you know you're uber cool, but I don't think I've ever told you how cool I thought you were, or well, I don't think you've ever truly believed it. Thanks for being someone I can trust. I hope I'm the friend that you are to me.
Alex, you ask so many questions and I think by answering them I'm committing myself to a set of ethics for some reason. Really though, I'm not gungho on fighting for justice and love. I just want it for myself. You're going to be successful even though you're not quite sure how. Stay inquisitive, and spout opinion like only you can.
Jeff, it's a love-hate relationship isn't it? I'm sensing some negativity from you at the moment, but that's ok, because I know that you'll love me again as soon as I ask you about it. You've always been someone I can talk to. Hopefully, your current single status won't make you feel like a shmuck as much as it does. You're pretty cool, and you have a way of making me want you as friend without being overly nice about it. Maybe I will do something right by you soon. In the meantime, I apologize for being an inconsiderate bumb to you every once in a while.
Cameron, I drool over your nonchalent, modest, smarty pants, confident savvy. mmm, and I get to have you as a boyfriend. I once thought you were way too smart and funny. It made me nervous. Even though you're still that smart guy, I'm glad that I get the chance to get to know you better. With you, I can be myself. I can say anything and not regret it because of your patience and understanding. Thanks for being the kinda guy I used to stay up wishing on orange street lamps stars for.
Jessica, you saved me from going crazy. I think half of my goodness comes from your influence. Thanks for being someone I can trust and confide in I'm so glad that we were able to be the friends we are now, I'm also glad that there were so many opportunities at 4AM where I could talk to you and tell you how cool you are.
I, Angela Phan, hereby give you my freaking organs.... |
[present tense is just funnier]
Thursday, March 8, 2001 - 10:10 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
I'm going to muddle my way into learning how to do my taxes. I have the feeling it will involve a whole bunch of zeros and 5 messed up copies of the tax form.
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[what I don't remember is that scary part]
Thursday, March 8, 2001 - 08:24 a.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
Sometimes you wake up in the morning preparing for that ever important interview at the bank, and then you realize that not only was it a pipe dream, but the cold empty quietness of the building reminds you of how stupid you are: you're standing in front of the bank with not an iota of credibility to your name for this supposed job, and that really, there was no job interview.
Sorry, I really thought I could carry a conversation instantaneously after waking up, but my brain was a little muddled, and my good intentions may have been conveyed a little sloppily. "Hi! ... yes? ... cool! ... ok bye!" |
[some people: there's a line between sex & sleaze?]
Wednesday, March 7, 2001 - 03:19 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
When is your payday? Mine's March 15, so if you see a little girl in a bright red winter jacket Thursday evening, you know what to do, rob her!
Yes, that's right, any little girl in a red winter jacket...
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[Whirling, spinning, swirling fun!]
Monday, March 5, 2001 - 09:30 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
Angie's first house/frat aka "literary society" party.
Fake leather, swirling disco balls, and tall people saturated my senses. Oh, let's not forget the legal and not-so legal forms of smoke that filtered the air. (As if to make it anything but beneficial to human lungs.) Almost every one of my friends took the dance floor for a spin. Ok, now I'm going to list a few items that will only trigger my memory banks, so please excuse me:
- chris & kyle's dancing rump-o-rama<
- A, B, C, amazing! beneficial! compulsory, pathos, ethos, and theos?
- "If only sugar was as sweet as you."
- *yawn* "Why, look at those stars."
In short I had fun! Running on lemonated-7UP I am an extra whirl of fun.
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[Well it looked good in the store...]
Wednesday, February 28, 2001 - 10:27 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
Besides trying to bring mass destruction to the Centre High building this afternoon. I realized that if Joce and I were to reach a "happy medium" in bra sizes. Well, (admit it you've looked there before) you get the picture huh? Not too happy.
There I go again, subtly drawing your interest away from my stunning intelligence.
Anyway, back to that stunning brain of mine:
With the sun peeking out again, this is definately the season of SUMMER ANTICIPATION but, more then anything, the thought of purchasing a school bag for University is what's rocking my boat. Finally. |
[I need some wholesome fun]
Monday, February 26, 2001 - 12:26 p.m.
If you or I had a million dollars to buy stuff for me |
Call me when paying my way for a Jasper Ski trip seems like a good idea to you...
OR
Call me when you think mini 5-pin bowling is a good idea to you.
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