I am deepy sorry for my lack of phrase o the week for y'all, I twas so busy chiz-illin wit my homes. But alas! no more excuses. I will make it up to you right now, by announcing an unpresidented event in the history of Kickin it Oldschool. I am giving you a triple Phrase o da week!!

Merry has not been given the honor of this but now gets two! Due to her hilarious week of crazy talk. The first came on Sunday, while discussing ghetto phrases where her mom didnt believe "holla!" was one of them. Her mom said guys at work told her new things and one of them was how pounding someone instead of high fiving, and Ms.Marie (her mom) held out her fist for mer and mer says:
--Mom, I will NOT pound you.

Then on Wed I went over there agian to say Happy B-Day to Ms.Marie, and Mer and I were watching it and i wouldnt give her the remote unless she took off her pants, but she wouldnt do it unless the world was watching. So I invited the world into her room and she said:
--But then i wont have any PANTS on!! (in some crazy accent)

The Last night Mr. Jesse Goldman was talkin to me about the SAT circles that you answer the questions with, he said the following:
--You have to fill then in full and black. Just like I'd like my women.

Personally I like my men, Fantasically Fruity...like ice pops.

Oh and I enjoy dancing to the Mad Phat Beats whenever possible, (makes vulgar hand motion)

Sorry for the lack O updates...it's Harry Potter's fault. He made me read (bites lip, trying to hold back the tears)...and see the movie. GASP

Oh the mystery of the rubber pencil and/or pen. A shake o the wrist and you can change its composition. I saw Tony do it the other day in economics, working his magic. I think people want to think its an optical illusion, they cant accept the fact that it really turns to rubber...trust me, i know. I bet if I was big and strong enough to pick up a car and shake it around, it would turn to rubber. I could become a superhero...rename myself the Rubber Bandit. I could have the ability to change everyday things to rubber. It would be very safe for the kiddies....can't hurt yo'self with rubber.

Alan Rickman as Professor Snape...amazing. (Harry Potter character, for those of you who dont know...::raises eyebrow::)

You know what my name means? Colleen: Definition-Girl. How undescriptive. I'm jealous of people whose names actually mean something which is like...oh let's see...everyone! My name should just be Blank. I'm empty. Well not empty...just you know, girl. Which is pretty ironic for me. Good job parents. I'm So not your typical girl, never have been. Played with Ninja Turtles (the heros in a half shell...turtle power!) instead of Barbies, always wear sneakers (that i steal from my friends..mu-haha), perfected the one handed fart noise-thanks cousin Adam and Eric, and I rate my burps...YEP, I'm a girl. (Sits back in the chair all proud-like)

And now like the rest of the nation I am caught in this Harry Potter deal. Started reading the book last night, read some in creative writing, and then for 2 hours when I got home. I've never been so into a book since Goosebumps...remember those. Hmm..I'm starting to question my reading level...

Writing college essays is a challenge to make fun. I try to make boring things into fun things so I want to do them. Right now this challenge is being heavily procrastinated. This Emerson one is killing me, "write about your history." I'm trying to creatively involve some life aspects, and achievements to make my life sound adventurous. Mayby I'll just pretend I am Indiana Jones on my way to the Temple of Doom. Talk about my trustly whip and ability to always pick up a fetchin young lady while fighting off possessed mummies. It's not as easy as it sounds so stop rolling your eyes. You think I like having to save people all the time, like I'm a superhero or something. I'm only human, and this world asks too much of me....so i declare upon this day, the 25th of November, my retirement from the Jones Family Business. (Guy is heard saying WHA?!)

-No Doubt: Tragic Kingdom. Such a good CD. It was reborn yesterday for a car ride, and now I want to listen to it but cannot, for it is inside of Merry's CD player. RATS!