chris farley is great

date: february 13, 2001
time: 5:21 p.m.
listening to: chris farley's matt foley skit on snl.
talking to: chrissy
feeling: laughing my ass off, actually.
wearing: jeans and def leppard shirt and hoodie.

my name is MATT FOLEY and IIIII am a MOTIVATIONAL SPEAKER! hahahahhahah. this is fucking great. dawn, cina, and i were all talking about it in science today and laughing our silly asses off... then this stupid kid, jason, starts doing the impression. WELL NOW, IT WAS FUCKING HILARIOUS! hahahaha.

you're gonna be doing a lot of doobie rolling when you're living in a VAN down by the RIVER!!

hahah, i am so gay. but you know.

i had this WEIRD ASS dream last night. okay. my dad's coming in 25 minutes so i'll have to hurry up. anyway. me, my mom and duane were in my dad's house... i walked past the dining room, and looked out the window, and a dog flew past it. but it was like, a cartoon dog. so i looked to my mom and duane and i was like, "a dog just flew past the window" and they said they saw it to... thinking it was weird, i looked up out of the window and there were PEOPLE flying over the roof. somehow, in the dream, i knew they were dead. they were cartoonish too, like that mad cartoon guy. anyway. we went outside, but by the time we got to the yard, they were far away. and i like, fell on my knees, cause i guess i had killed one of them... i got the feeling in the dream that it was zac, but it was never said or anything... and i was like, "did i really...?" to my mom and she said i did... like, "yes. yes you did." it was eew. so then it flips to me calling heaven, i guess. calling a direct number to the "dead" person, the one i felt was zac. but a message picked up and said, "i'm sorry, there isn't a lawyer walking by to place your call. you'll have to call back later, human being." as if you couldn't speak to who you wanted to without a lawyer answering it first. then something happened and i was in a coma or something, but all i know was i was "reunited" with the dead person, and in a hallway of sorts, saying i didn't want to be human anymore, i wanted to stay there with him. it was so weird. then i woke up.

yes yes, me and my friend dreams.

i got this zztop shirt in the mail today:

it rocks my fucking casbah, baby.

i was making a dae hotline graphic today for the archive page that'll be set up and god, it freaked me out.... i was in my photo editor and all that i saw was MOUTHS. hahaha. check it out. ahhh!

shit, my dad's gonna be here, i'll write more later if i have time.

time: 9:11 p.m.
listening to: thoughts by tori amos.
talking to: no one
feeling: laughing still

omg. lol my dad is such a DORK. he picked me up (an hour late i might add) so we could go get some bedding for the new beds he bought me and my brother so we could stay there... so we just went down to kmart cause apparently the martha stewart stuff is on sale. anyway, we had to get bedding for THREE beds, and oh god, i was like, "i feel like a faggggggg!" cause we had all this bed stuff PILED into these carts. haha.

i bet stupid scott gets high to radiohead. (they just came on.) fucker.

anyway. i felt stupid, but it was amusing.

what else is stupid is the "research paper" ms. szalay assigned. RIDICULOUS, i tell you. lol, she doesn't care how long it is, and says the font can't be more than size 18. *snort* WHAT THE FUCK. i'm not complaining though. mine's 3 pages in 16 font, and i've got a feeling she'll be pleased that someone actually DID it. lol, what a stupid class.

kassie had a pentagram on today. i thought that was rather interesting.

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