I'm thinking about changing to another blog. Only because of technical difficulties. I can never use my "Customize Design" page. It hates me. And I want to be able to change things.

Listen to me...talking about change like it's the weather or something. It wasn't too long ago I was scared to death of change. I was so afraid that change meant ripping away everything and everyone I know and love...Now, I know better.

Change is what you make it. It can be good, or bad, depending on how you want to take it. Change is inevitable. Change can be improvement. Change can be great!

Stilll debating on the new blog idea. I'll let you know.

*~Colleen~*

(Author's note: WARNING. The following rant [Rant, v.: to talk in a noisy, excited, or declamatory manner. {See also: mouth off, jabber, spout, rabbit on, rave}] was written by a young woman, who, at the time of writing said rant, had ingested and entire litre of Mt. Dew, and had just finished watching, for the xth time, Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail. Her insanity and the basic non-making-sense-ness of the following rant [which was mentioned before-hand in this Author's note] cannot be held against her, due to the fatal- I mean, the near fatal- I mean, the quite possibly could have been life endangering- I mean-[Oh, fudge it.{*clears throat*}] ...due to the catastrophic combination of caffiene and the creme a la creme* of British humor. [*See French for, "Really, really, awfully terrible, worst possible physical humor and mindless, insane, come to think of it, just plain stupid {to the point of actually being funny} jokes and "witty comebacks."] YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!) 

Today, I was odd. I was told, for the first time in my life, "Colleen, you can never again accuse anyone of being 'weird.'" as I stood there with a candy box on my head. Of course, the fact that I managed to walk all the way from the office on the second floor, down two flights of steps (without falling, mind you), and into the band room with a different box over my head may have helped this along. (And when I got back to the band room, and Nora said she didn't want her candy box anymore, I asked, "May I put it on my head?" and she handed it to me, and I proceeded to place said box on my head, and then Mr. Mahan proceeded to tell me that I was incredibly weird. No matter. I don't need them to find a shrubbery!)

Yeah, Nora and a bunch of people and I have been working on alternate lyrics to "Trim Up the Tree" from How the Grinch Stole Christmas. They have a Monty Python feel...

"Bring out your dead and stack 'em high,

And point their noses to the sky!

Fill up the wagon to the brim,

And fling the cat around again!

She is a witch, so burn her now!

She turned Bessy into a cow!

'She turned me into a newt!

....I got better...'"

Okay, it's a work-in-progress.

So, I went to the library, and brought home a bunch of cds, and while I was browsing around, I found the Thumbelenia soundtrack, along with a bunch of random, old anime theme songs, including Speed Racer, Sailor Moon, Astro Boy, and Gigantor. *dies* Oh. My. Gosh! It's been so long since I heard anything Sailor Moon! And Thumbeleina! It's so random.

"Your mother was a Hampster, and your father smelt of Elderberries!"

*giggle*

You know, this Mt. Dew is probably tearing up my insides. I can almost feel my stomach lining dizzolving away...

*takes another drink*

Man, I guess I won't be sleeping tonight!

"I hear there's this non-toxic chemical that you can put in someone's food, and it makes them pee blue!" -Tim

"Look! I have Smurf pee!" -Mr. Mahan

I finally put the Rosties in their place, today. I was running around, being an idiot (as usual), and Tim and Jaclyn decided they'd corner me with chants of "Grendil, Grendil WHOO! Grendil, Grendil WHOO!" So I was trying to escape. I found an opening in the mass of people crowded around the stairs, and went for it at full speed, when Tim popped out of no where! I put on the brakes real fast, and exclaimed "Shit!" a little louder than I meant to. Well, the Rosties and their group of friends (Mostly football jocks. You know, the jerks I mentioned a few days ago? Those jerks) heard me. I finally found a way past Jaclyn, and they spotted me and said, "Colleen, don't swear in school!" and as I dashed past Jaclyn, I flipped them the bird, and kept on running. I am so sick of their act! But I made a lot of people proud today. Including myself. I finally stood up for me.

Yay, me!

"Someday, all this will be yours. *gestures towards window*" -Lord x of the Swamp

"What, the curtains?" Prince x of the Swamp

"Do parrots lay eggs?" -Alan

"What is your name?"

"King Arthur."

"What is your quest?"

"I seek the Holy Grail."

"What is the terminal velocity of an unladen swallow?"

"What do you mean, African, or European swallow?"

"Well, I don't kno- AHHHHHHH!!!"

-Conversation between King Arthur and the Old Man who protects the Bridge of Death

"What did you say?" -Random old lady #1

"Nothing. I'm on drugs." -Valerie

(From Earth Girls are Easy)

"Today IS a good day to die!" -Warf

(Star Trek)

Ah yes, today was excellent. Unfortunately, my supply of caffiene is waning, as are the effects of said caffiene, so I'm off to take some pain killers and Benadryl. (That stuff knocks me out like none other.) And a vitamin or six. Tim came to watch the movie with everyone else, and he's probably got the flu. Poor guy. But I'm not taking any chances!

*digs around under sick and pulls out Lysol can*

No chances! And, in the words of the Spanish translation of The Lord Of The Rings, "Kill them all."

*Evil laughter ensues*

*~Colleen~*

^O.O^ (See my horns? Do you like my horns? They are very nice...red in color...my sister was bitten by a moose once...)

I wish I could be like the girl in this picture. Young, beautiful, in her prime....seductive, wanted...able to make a man stop dead in his tracks, breathless...

Geez, ya watch one romantic movie, flirt with one guy, and look where it gets me...wishing I had a boyfriend again....

Yeah, I watched 50 First Dates...*sigh* how awesome....

You'd think I'd learn...

I don't need a guy to be happy, honestly. I don't need another person to be there to stroke my ego every once in a while.

But it would be nice...

It would be even nicer if that person were Ben. (Josh never answered my e-mail, so I assume that's a signal to get lost...That's okay, Ben's better.)

*sigh*

In other news, I have Mrs. Symon and Mrs. Sturgis writing reference letters for my application to Kirkmont Center. I'm going to ask Mr. Mahan, too. And possibly June Johnson. Yes! I'm so going for it! Yay me!

And once I'm out of High School, who knows who I'll meet?

*~Colleen~*

The Real World Event was AWESOME!!! (I'm so glad, too, because I needed a pick-me-up.) I went Friday night to sleep over with the rest of the PYCC, and it was so much fun! I was uber hyper, and Amanda and I ran around doing stupid stuff (like ride the elevator a few times, ring the bell that's in it, scare eachother by jumping out from behind walls and such...) and then I met this guy...

No, don't even go there. He's nice, but I have no idea how old he is. I'm pretty sure he's younger than me. I believe he's a Sophomore...possibly a Junior, but I don't know. Anyway, his name is Josh, he's a major computer nerd, plays in the Handbell choir at his church, writes music, plays set in the church band, and he can peg anyone with quarters or other small objects. I know. He chased me. (lol, it was insane...I was carrying a cup of water, and had to jump over a couple of other guys during my sprint, and I didn't splash them! Crazy, huh?) He's not bad to look at, either. Not all muscles, but I have always liked the Teddy bear type...

But listen to me! I flirted for two days with this kid who could quite possibly be a Freshman! Gah! Sometimes I worry about me...and he's not exactly my type...and I still have a major crush on Ben.

Boys are confusing. Love sucks. (But I can help but feel flattered. After all, how often does it happen that I flirt with guys and they actually flirt back? Like, never!)

Ok, I'm going to bed. Ish. I slept like a rock, but nothing compares to one's own bed.

*~Colleen~*

I HATE football players. I HATE them. I hate their stupid muscles, their huge Jock egos, and the way they pick on people. I HATE THEM. I hope they all go to Hell and burn forever in a lake of fire.

They make fun of people like no other social group I've ever known. They poke fun, just "innocent jokes" they claim. Innocent jokes...HAH.

I want them to hurt. I want them to hurt like I do. I want them to feel about three inches tall, while the other person laughs at them. I want them to scream on the inside. I want them to beat their fists on the inner wall of their tormented souls, and scream in agony, frustration, embarrasment, hurt, pain, hatred...

I want to whip around and punch them in the face. I want to kick them where it counts. I want to turn around with tears in my eyes and scream, "GROW UP, ASSHOLES!!!!!"

Actually, I just want them to leave me alone.