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angie's personal page
Friday, December 3, 1999 09:44 a.m.
Just thought I should probably link. Go see Angie's page. She has a terrible, terrible picture of me. (I scanned it in black and white and she attempted to paintbrush colour back onto it I think.)
i just remembered
Thursday, December 2, 1999 06:16 p.m.
I still think if I die without ever living in a treehouse I will have died a failure, and this person apparently knows how I feel. I think you do, too. We all saw the movie Swiss Family Robinson, and (since we were too young to be annoyed at popular film culture bastardizing yet another authentic story) we just thought that treehouse was the coolest thing EVER. You know we did. I did, and you did. It was. The retracting roof, the monkeys, the waterwheel (was there a water wheel?) Well, now I need to go to DisneyWorld-- or Disneyland, possibly-- and wander through the actual house. But I'll be disenchanted, because it will be full of American tourists-- just like Stratford-fucking-on-Avon.
When a man builds me a treehouse I will know it's time to get married.
You know something else that's creepy? in CALM the other day I had to write a one-page description of my dream date (which in itself is creepy), and I wrote and wrote and tried to write my way around the fact that I don't have any idea what my dream date would be like. Then I realized why. I can't picture myself on a "perfect date" with anyone but Ken, Barbie's on-again off-again boyfriend (the same one who knocked Pregnant Barbie up). I think I played that Barbie board game as a kid where you collect the cards to make the perfect date, and now I'm not capable of picturing myself with anyone but Ken. I can just see us skating around together on the "Ice Magic" date or going horseback riding on the "You Know It's Just a Metaphor for Sex" date. He's the only man for me. It's sick.
a little bit like this
Thursday, December 2, 1999 05:52 p.m.
take their quizzes, learn a little about yourself and a lot about the world. For isntance, I once learned the average l
Tuesday, November 30, 1999 05:33 p.m.
We had a natural gas scare at school and got to be evacuated. I got a 95% on my CTS module and a 100 on my versailles essay. i am a genius. Chris and I had a stupid fight on the way home.
I go my grad pictures taken. I got to hold roses and a piece of paper that said "Diploma" on it. I felt like a huge fraud. This is what our education system encourages. I also had the option of paying $350 for grad rings, which I declined.
I made a guestbook.
oh, yeah, and something else?
Monday, November 29, 1999 07:06 p.m.
I got a counter. I got a lovely counter, and it's just lovely. It's even pink. I tried to pick a nice colour. Do you like the colour? I think you do.
I wonder why I assume the world will be interested in this. Isn't the Internet the ultimate expression of self-absorbance-- "I think the rest of the world needs to know about this"?
I don't think they do.
Meghan's buffalo page
Monday, November 29, 1999 05:34 p.m.
I helped to teach my friend Meghan HTML, and to celebrate I have a link to her new page. If you read this-- although I can't imagine why you would-- please sign her guestbook. Thank you. (Oh, and I used to have a guestbook, somewhere... perhaps I'll resurrect it...)
Come on. You can't tell me you didn't think that MulderScullykiss was cute. It was so cute. But the undead are SO unattractive. I had a nightmare about zombies last night, but even during my dream one part of my subconscious cubconscious was going, Jocelyn, you moron, you're having this nightmare because of the X-Files. What did you watch the X-Files for?
Even my psyche is constantly analyzing itself. Even when I am asleep.
This pitas page is good for listing all my pages and what they are for. Hopefully, I will one day remember all my passwords and it will no longer will be needed. Maybe one day I will be able to settle down with just one account. I doubt it. I'm a geek. I need as much free stuff on the Internet as I can find. Until then, visit all the links at left. Some of them are my pages and some are other peoples' pages. And I'll keep adding links at the tops of my entries.
Until next time,
Jocelyn
i don't know
Wednesday, November 24, 1999 10:34 p.m.
Well, I am still finding this amusing, more than 24 hours after the fact, and for someone with my attention span, that is, as we say, "really something".
I need to have a destructive relationship.
I spent my whole evening vaccuuming things. I vaccuumed my desk and my dresser, and my keyboard. I accidentally swallowed the "c" and the "l" keys (well, not me, the vaccuum) so I replaced them with the supplementary 1 and 4 from the number pad. good problem-solving, Jocelyn.
I'm bored. I'm so bored. Everything is boring today, even this browser-based page editing, and especially "courier". maybe i can change my default font. i am sure netscape will let me do that if i cajole. arial would be nice. that won't help with the "everything else" problem though. maybe i can use my font as a metaphor for my life. maybe i can change everything.
deletia is on a one-week hiatus which, knowing my tendency for procrastination and my dangerous streaks of depression, will probably be more like a month or two. I would liketo take a moment to retrieve the scattered lobes of my brain and replace them in my skull.
english essay, anyone?
Love,
Jocelyn
deletia
Tuesday, November 23, 1999 05:04 p.m.
Well, I have my own fun pitas page now. So far I'm having fun writing it. Are you having fun reading it? I think you are! I'm certain you must be! Life with Jocelyn is so much fun.
Fun, fun, fun.
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