mom told me she thought she'd gotten the extended version, so shes gonna exchange it. yay.

last night i dreamt i snogged christian slater in the street in new york. but there were no cars.

(in no particular order) it rained last night, but it was at like 2.30 in the morning, and the alarm was long since on, so i couldnt go outside and force myself to finish the friken poem ive been trying to write since 7623BC or thereabouts. (beneath the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruel theres a fire thats just waiting for fuel.) god i wanna finish that mutha. and i HAVE to finish it by christmas, which is like, what?, day after tomorrow. holy omicheesebeans. (and maybe you can keep me from ever being happy, but youre not gonna stop me from having fun, so lets go before i change my mind.) BEANS.

Thursday, February 06, 2003
that is the last time hattie posted on her blog. arent you glad im not hattie?

the meager beginings of act II of a play that will never be finished.

Some of the Toasters Were Irate Today
Act II
Scene I:

(Curtain is closed/down, lights are extremely dim, and audience is silent. If they're not, we fire them. Seriously. There are flamethrowers backstage.)

Varied Voices: (from behind the curtain) It's finally over… Did we really make it?… Can't you all fail and stay with us? …Don’t worry; we'll have Things all summer… All summer… But what about--?

Zenith: (In a thick Irish accent, and yes, it is very sexy.) SILENT! The curtain will rise!

(All noise is cut off immediately when she speaks. The curtain opens/rises to reveal Zenith CS. A light shines directly down on her. Entire Main First Year Posse is onstage in black, framing her.)

Zenith: I have called you all together to discuss a matter of great importance. I warn you: some may not live through this. ALL of you will suffer! It is no choice of mine, but I nevertheless cannot stop it. I will be departing. Aye, the rumors are true, all of them! You will none of you see me this full season, and I none of you. It will be hard, nigh impossible, but you MUST struggle through! You cannot give up hope. Be strong, my friends, for it is not so long as you imagine. (The light begins to fade very slowly.) Remember, subjects, the Secret Service will know how to contact me. I am never really gone. Take comfort, and farewell. (The light is almost gone.) A final note! (it returns to full.) Magenta! (She comes to parade rest.) Kradess! (She comes to parade rest also.) No cheating! (Magenta and Kradess have a look, smirk, look back at Zenith, and nod militantly.) Very good. (Zenith snaps and the lights go immediately to black.)

Varied Voices: She is the day… the night… the world… She is the Sun, the Moon, and all that lies beyond… She is our food, our oxygen…she is our heart and everything… everything we stand for… She is our green-winged huzzah in the silence of pirate victories (I'm really proud of that line; cherish it.)… She is our lungs pumped full of helium… She is… she is… she is… she is…

Duncan: Gone.

(The lights come up halfway. All remain exactly where they were, except Zenith, who seems to have disappeared.)

Kissup: (Ruining the sorrowful mood) I'm gonna go do some math! (He exits.)

wow. you see how bored i am? ive resorted to blogging. pretty sad id say. actually, its mostly because i have to keep myself occupied, but i cant do anything that actually requiers much conversation. like the amount it takes to know how to spell reqires, or to know that i shouldve said conservation back there. consentration. im so stoned on nonsleep. all the people who stayed over last night and didnt sleep either and danced around in the street singing at 530 in the morning have gone home. now i have no loud people to keep me awake till like eight. crap. theres a hair on the kwyboard. its kinda fuzzy. whoo democracy cakewalk. it was so fun at 530 in the morning. we all went outside to "watch the sun come up" but it was like already up, so we made up songs on the spot, all of which had exatcly the same tune, and it was the theme to ragtime. one was Shut Up and the otheer was Kiwi and the other one was... Havent Woke Up. dude i found that song... ragtime. its all the prolog. thats spelled wrong. dude anyway, and there was distant music! i havent slept in about 28 hours. its really not a good thing. there were no negroes and there were no immigrants... dude everyone in america is an immigrant. TATEH! whoah, evelyn nesbit... weeeeeeeeeee! and more weeeeeeeeee! thats fun. wered all the enrgey go?im losing my mind. this song is nine minutes and something long. thats pretty long dude. its over now, and on to albukerque... whoa, whixch is 11 minutes. jesuwhoa. i gotta go, this isnt keeping me awake anymore. bye.
-Duuuuuuuuuuuude...

jesus im bored. so very very. hattie and rachel and mouse and eileen and EVERYONE all gone away to their little trips, but ME? noooooooooooooooooooo. i get to stay home and wait for my birthday, even though none of my friends will be in town if it ever comes. well, maybe emmie will be. we can do somethin. but thats about it. everyone else has escaped from this heck hole that tries to pass for a city. but not me. im here. alone. and BORED OUT OF MY MIND! *screams and leaves*
-The Embodiment of All Boredom

okay, so i didnt come back and post that night. i was busy, gimme a break. geez...
-The Fastest Bellwoik-Doer on the Planet

god, i havent talked to this thing in AGES. i need to keep up with myself. ah well, ill write more tonight. now i must be off to save the day. fare thee well.
-Brooklyn

hey, just updating the world of me, i fixed my links, because mafia blog used to take you to the OLD mafia blog, which peter deleted because hes a jerk and we "f***ed with" his blog. which means we posted on it, and eileen changed the name, but he could have changed it back SO easily, and deleted the posts he didnt want. anyway, it goes to the new mafia blog now, which peter doesnt have the password to, because we no longer trust him, because hes a... you know what? im not going to get inot this, its a waste of time, and ill just get all bothered and angry again. ill just go. biya.
-Brooky

"all i wanna do, is go to new york, marry christian slater, and die. it may not seem like much to a sconehead like you, but i think its swell." --buffy the movie, before sarah michelle gellar

dont you love that quote? i think its brilliant. of course, id change christian slater to gabriel damon, *smiles about gabriel damon* but other than that... i saw a movie with christian slater in it the other day. it was called heathers. totally brilliant. his voice is really unlikely. "cmon, lets go get a slushie." heres my synopsis of this wonderful movie:

veronica is gonna be part of the heathers, but then she realizes "no, my lifes not perfect. i dont really like my friends." "i dont really like your friends either." so then she and christian slater decide they really REALLY hate heather so they kill her. "its one thing to want someone out of your life. its another to serve them a wake up cup full of liquid drainer." they dont wanna get caught, so they make it look like suicide. the cops fall for it, so then they decide they dont like the jocks either. so they find the two biggest jocks and fire blanks at em so they look dead for a few minutes, long enough for the cops to read their gay suicide note, then they wake up and their lives are ruined. like i said before, brilliant. then christian slater decides "hey! im gonna blow up the whole school! itll be great!" veronica doesnt want christain slater to blow up the whole school, so she fakes her own suicide to keep him for killing her, then she and christian slater have this great fight sequence in the boiler room while the bomb is counting down, and she blows off his finger and stabs the bomb so it doesnt blow up the whole school. then he goes outside and blows himself up. then veronica is all dirty and grody from standing a few yards from a bomb and she goes back inside and steals the new heathers scrunchie and watches a movie with a nerd.

isnt that the best concept ever? the short version is "chick was gonna be popular but then she figured out popular people were the devil so she killed them and then her boyfriend blew himself up." its not the best MOVIE ever, cuz its a little slow, but it is the greatest concept ever to exist.

i think ill run away now and find some liquid drainer for the poppetts. buhbye for the time being.
-Brooky

SSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!

well, that was fun. dont have much else left to say, cept that im not sick anymore. yay. ill actually GO to school tomorrow. its really not that bad compared to being home and bored all day. ill go now.
-Muffin Woman

wow, i really havent posted in a while. sorry about that. i doubt anyone reads this anyway. if you do though, gimme a ring (which basically means email me) at pinkdimnd@aol.com or just IM me at pinkdimnd. or just completely ignore me. either way. lordy im sick. *tries to breathe through nose, fails, has a coughing fit* see? uhg. what can i say? ive revamped my blog, which youve prolly noticed, and if you havent youre blind. do check out the Mafia Blog, its in my links. very groovy.me and the whole posse talk to it. well i must be off and take some meds. biya.
-Foot (dont you hate how i always sign my posts differently?)

curse me. i have too much faith in myself. i now have three blogs with which to be keeping up. i fear i may be forced to delete the honeydewmelon blog, seeing as i never talk to it anymore. not that i dont love it or anything, but theres a lot of crap to be done, and even i, the great and mighty computer geek, can only do twelve things at one. goodbye, fair honeydew blog!!!
-Brooklyn, Sara, Brooky, Bob, Freda Harlaquin Connery, the Embodiment of All Evil, or whatever else i may be going by at present

heya guys. just thought id let you know the posse has a blog now. theres not much on it yet, but give us time. its at www.ebpiabmafia.blogspot.com so go to it. NOW. thats all. uhbuhbye.

YAYNESS. chick is now officially less sad and having moments of actual happiness. long moments. joy. ech, i have to go work on not having a life. heya eileen and other random people of doom. biya.

sorry i havent blogged since last year (heh). anyway...heres my life at the moment. chick is sad because of stuff. its not fun. no more details for you on that. ive been getting far to much sleep and thoroughly enjoying it *grin*. my computer is screwey again *sigh* o well. when someone IMs me, it SOMETIMES makes the little ding noise, but sometimes it just goes *click*. my buddy list window is havin seizures, and the mute button doesnt mute. it types a v. gee, thats not random at ALL *glares at mute button* is it? uh, eileens not gonna be on all week, grrrr. i wanna talk to her. hatties all away in fairhope. its sad. i wanna talk to her too. my hair is braided very differently today, but its perty so ill leave it up. lessee... what else is goin on? got the invite to brians bar mitzvah today. they spelled my name right on the envelope. i felt all special. theres gonna be bowling after (BOWLING!) now ill leave you to try and comprehend all this spontaneous crap ive just told you. have fun and try not to hurt yer brain too much.
-Brooklyn