[20 Nov 2003|06:05pm] three day weekend.. i shall take keirs advice.. look at the sperm. post comment

[18 Nov 2003|07:36am] i feel burnt out. and bored. but i have no time to do anything else. long weekend coming.. heal my headache..... 1 comment|post comment

[14 Nov 2003|09:10pm] i have an overwhelming sensation im wasting my life. i want a haircut. post comment

[03 Jul 2003|07:54pm] [ mood | contemplative ] [ music | diesel boy ] editing my film has started to be a little bit of a trauma. it loads.. it even appears on screen.. but ah, then it all turns blue, kindly telling me that "all information erased" before making noises that i have heard no living or mechanic object make. ever. i think i called it a fucking bitch one too many times. one more week of school, and the teachers are getting more and more inventive in ways of hiding the fact that we have nothing left to do, filling our time with "drama day", "sports day", "governors' day", "lets fuck around for the hell of it day". either way i still have to wake up at seven every morning. yay. how long does it take permanent marker to wash off? scrub time. 3 comments|post comment

[22 May 2003|02:54pm] [ music | birdhouse in your soul tmbg ] storyboarding film for art, which is one huge vanity fest for sisser. includes her in a variety of poses.. curled up in ball and such. trying to be arty - maybe flash photos of pencils and other obscure objects.. must think up cool philosophical meaning. i love walking around with massive camera and notebook. new cool and aloof director-type persona. 1 comment|post comment

like i love you [18 May 2003|02:49pm] [ mood | tired ] new persona: mad obssessive pop fan. made huge neon orange banner "i love JT" but got confiscated by stick up his ass man who pretended not to wish he was justin. snuck forward from 50th row seats and got stuck next to Justin's mom who was singing and bopping along to his songs "better have you naked by the end of this song". sighing in a midwestern american accent "im so proud of my boy". she had a bodyguard and everything, she's a random middle aged woman and people were asking for her autograph just cos she's seen him naked. she's seen him naked... almost arrested cos kept breaking through barriers, chased by security guards, other girl got driven away in handcuffs. such a blast being a geek. and yes i did wait outside for two hours for him. don't judge me. post comment

[09 May 2003|03:51pm] [ mood | amused ] [ music | ok go gggggget over it ] FUNNY TEENAGE GIRLIE MELODRAMA OF THE DAY there's been this huge trauma recently because these two bitchwhores, noelle and katie, have been bitching about EVERYONE, saying really horrible stuff to everyone about everyone in one huge web of... meanness. when put on the spot they always deny it and just ten minutes ago i was in the changing rooms, when behind this wall six feet away they starting ranting about my friends. after about five minutes they heard me, and noelle peeped around the wall to see me staring at her with the best "i caught you" expression i could muster. you should have seen the look on her face. aaah, satisfaction. 5 comments|post comment

[05 May 2003|07:52pm] [ mood | refreshed ] [ music | l'ataris san dimas highschool football roulez ] hilarious field trip to cabinet war rooms today, on the coach: nevine: woah cool, what church is that? livia: those are the houses of parliament. we were given those cool audio guides that look like brick mobiles from saved by the bell, and it was tirelessly amusing to spend the whole time whacking each other on the heads with them. this french school group were there at the same time and from them i have an inside insight on french fashion at the moment- bring out those jeans from five years ago, because the "hover jeans" are back in style, keep it baggy around the thighs, adidas of course is always classic, but experiment with new materials in the sportswear department.. mesh vests for example. le super cool francais. on the coach back kate and i argued over whether "mystic" and "spastic" rhymed, while playing sarah's one two three fuck game. you count down from three and on zero you have to find the person out the window you would most want to shag. i started to notice a pattern - sarah chose mostly women, caroline bald men or young boys, and i tended to pick the ones wearing hats... finding out mintues later they were eighty year old men with a trendy fashion sense. i found out today that im swimming captain for my year. i think it's a pity post though, because i've trained every week for the past four years -though im still really terrible-. swimming 7.30 tomorrow and match on saturday - im really not in a state to be seen in a bathing suit. gaaaah! is it possible to lose a hundred pounds in eleven hours... okay, plan B, wear full body wetsuit, a baggy one. 2 comments|post comment

[04 May 2003|05:55pm] back of d of e, fully showered, and therefore suitable to be seen in public. the whole group had been warned beforehand about the wind and rain, and hail and sleet we were probably going to have to walk through which meant we had to carry an extra hundred pounds of rain covers and garbage bags and hats and gloves and hydro-thermal-double-layered-can-withstand-subminushundredtemperatures vests. and guess what, we had FUCKING HOT SUNNY WEATHER THE WHOLE TIME. the only thing worse than sliming through mud with a sack on your back when it's raining, is sliming through mud with a sack on your back when it's boiling hot and your face is burning. everytime someone remarked "well weren't you so lucky with the weather" i want to smack them with a tent pole. i think i need some sleep. post comment

im ready to get dirrrty [01 May 2003|06:16pm] [ mood | smugly ] [ music | afi -due to influence of dahling glynnee- ] i am fully appreciating my last day of being showered, comfortable and generally not in a i-feel-like-scum state. tomorrow i embark on... gasp... d of e. well, every gal needs a few days of disgustingness once in a while. who really likes clean hair anyway? i swear bathing is over rated. at least the truth about the rumour that we had to scoop up our own poop has been discovered. i was thinking about bringing my video camera and filming a blair witch type video, hoping that a teacher wouldn't just walk into the background and yell 'shut up, it's past bedtime!' i think some people might make hash brownies which might make the whole weekend a bit more fun, i just hope that us stuffing our faces with funny-smelling chocolate and then bursting into spastic giggles won't give anything away... hmmmmm maybe we didn't think this through. i totally exaggerating about the whole thing anyway, it's only bronze, we're given a nice coach lift, allowed to wander down a restricted path to a clean public campsite, another day of strolling around the surroundings and back to school - so it's hardly a wilderness trek. well, it's the closest us city girlies get. we actually set up one of the tents in the middle of hammersmith green, i thought if i had to lug it home i might as well make use of it on the way. it was all well and good sitting as you do, clustering eight people in a four by four tent twenty feet away from a major road, but than some guys nearby decided it would be amusing to shake and generally attack the tent while making frightening noises. you should try it, being upside down in a pile of yellow plastic and poles with twelve guys screaming 'ooga booga' - what a rush! post comment

[29 Apr 2003|07:54pm] ok... strange turn of events, now officially ungrounded due to miraculous workings of older sister and general bizarreness of parents and "moral support from best friend" -nevine forced me to put that in at gunpoint.. but i would like to.. 'please god don't'.. like to say.. 'noo please think of the children'... say that she is a very... 'oh god the pain' very nice person- . wow, this has been the most surreal day. post comment

[29 Apr 2003|05:57pm] [ mood | chipper ] [ music | none ] well.. last night was absolute hell, my mother playing the part of the devil and i, the lost soul forced to endure her wrath. a normal day in the gordon household. basically it all went 'bla bla bla you're immoral.. bla bla bla.. i can't believe you're my daughter' etc. it all resulted in me being grounded for a month for not doing anything at all and being put on what my mother in her Lenin-stylee-way calls 'watch'. and yes she actually named it. where i really can't do anything much after that month. well today, after she cooled down a bit she sat me down in a buddy buddy way and told me calmly that i was a pathological liar. well, i don't consider going to a person's house one day while saying i was at someone else's house ON ONE OCCASSION is enough to classify me as a pathological liar. but when i expressed this i was told that if i had just admitted it and didn't have the wrong attitude my punishment would have been erased, but now i still have my grounding and watch sentence. either i admit im a pathological liar when im not, or i stay evening after evening trapped in this house. this is a tough one... 1 comment|post comment

[28 Apr 2003|08:31pm] [ mood | dorky ] [ music | faith no more.. it's just "so groovin it's outa sight" ] i have found the perfect distraction. as much fun as revising for a german gcse is, when someone asks you what you did last summer and the only word you can think of is vienersnitzel i consider it time to take a break. and so i decided to explore the hidden depths of my computer and have spent the last hour trying to beat my nine year old brother's score in galaxian. i dont know whats sadder, the fact that i am actually spending my time shooting imaginary space invaders, or that i suck at it. today has actually been quite eventful, as muff who enjoys the twelve year old lifestyle, which includes prank phone calling my house every two minutes for the past four months, finally got the spanking he deserves. my mum actually ended up phoning his school, and having a chummy chat with the head of boarders on the his rebellious behaviour. and though i dont exactly get cool points for mummmy scaring away the big bad boy at least my four-month headache has finally ended. ahhh bliss. robin however, who was partial accomplice in said crimes is completely forgiven on all accounts for being nice. 6 comments|post comment

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