Arachne in Blunderland
Growing up with a wicked stepfather, a less-than-perfect mother, typically spoiled younger sister and a plethora of stupid boys (and girls), Illeana hits the blog circuit, taking on numerous personalities.
Yes, this is an extremely long... er, story, for want of a better word.
Yes, this is an extremely long... er, story, for want of a better word.
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My Killing Jar
Illeana lists ways to put er out of commission. -
A letter to Mikki and a Superhappyfun Day.
Generally mesmerized by a smile from Mikki, Illeana justhas to ask... -
The Infamous Number Seven
The mall is a scary place on a Friday. -
DANCE DANCE! (And something about misery loves me.
Silent Tuesday...? -
Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic/ Eric Pigors
Triple Entry after a Silent Tuesday -
The Hopeless Heart Symphony Presents:
After being grounded from the computer, Illeana rants and raves about eveything going on in her life. -
Sex, sex, sex and drugs and ROCK'N'ROLL... I'll ta
Illeana describes that perfect someone. -
Oh my Gerard!
An explanation of her MCR fandom. -
Bacon-Flavored Cheming Gum
Opinion on blogging and bashing heads with baseball bats. -
Not the disco! Anywhere but the Disco!
The nonsense continues... -
Zombie-flies.
Another boy enters the frame. -
My Black and White 'Miss You'
Now that she's got a man, they all start to swarm. -
You will die in...
Isn't depression fun? -
Psycho Emo Geeks
More MCR blahblahvblah -
I'm two quarters and a heart down.
Jesus-juicing and rock with a dash o' roll. -
Irish Chicks Do it Better
Saint Patrick's Day doesn't seem so fantstic at fifteen. -
Can You Dance Like A Hippogriff?
So continues the waiting. -
Hip Hip Hooray for
Little celebrations. -
Your Organic Hatred
Lust, doubt and reassuring your boyfriend. -
Dancing
Ah, existentialism! -
It's only over if you say...
Several weeks later... -
Let's dance a little louder.
A dichotomous thank you. -
If you won't stop crying, you won't see me...
The last day of the school-year. -
I'm The New Cancer, Never Looked Better!
Illie gets a hair cut... of about eleven inches. -
Who'd I'd Do This For Hey! Me or You?
New boyfreind, summertime insanity. -
Time for a 'Bathroom Confessional'...
Anti-suicide Speech -
White Horses Dragged My Lover From Me...
The Morning after... another concert. -
My lover, Lucifer
Delusional? -
I Want You to Want Me...
Boy-hatred. - From Outside The Hotel Narcisse
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Mr. Morton is the subject of the sentence!
Activites! -
You're just another nail in my coffin door...
Just when things are okay, somebody ALWAYS has to say something. - We could wash down this engagement ring...
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Grocery Store
I thought you were dead... -
I Said Jazz Hands! Not Spirit Fingers!
Song and Dance Number -
Third Date
Even though she doesn't like him, she still goes out with James... -
"Everything else is Vaudeville."
Did she? Didn't she? - Styrofoam Stars and Cardboard Scenery
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Freinds Don't Let Freinds Have Freinds.
Oh, that Liam... -
Sirius-ly...
She had NO IDEA. -
If Only You Were Lonely...
A delicious rift between Illie and Bubbles. -
Created With Crayons
Debut Album? -
Sceenie Boppers
Friday, July 07, 2006 -
Exene, Epiphany, and Elisabeth
A freind's anorexia brings out Illeana's worst. -
Illie, you know pirates can't fly, right?
Feeling a bit better. -
Grocery Store, pt. 2
Getting a little confidence. -
Do you like that? Do you like that?
Colors like a ***ed up rainbow. -
Dichotomies of Debutants
A book review and a set of rules. -
Rated 'E' for 'Explicit'
We're all thinking it... -
Late Night Phone Calls and Instant Pirate Soup
Will...? Calling Illeana? WTF?! -
Gays, Rednecks, Assholes, Christians, Idiots... An
Happy Belated Birthday//: -
Silent Horror Films That Shouldn't Be
Bitch bitch bitch, I'm horny. -
So, you'd rather play video games than read about
School Registration is always a fun time. -
And the Attacks Continue...
Emo slums are going around like the flu... -
Now Watch As Her Corpse Falls To The Floor.
Summer's ending... What did we REALLY do? -
An Air of Negativity About Her.
Going to school and going out with boys. Plural. -
Five AM on the Bathroom Floor from the Night Befor
An imaginary illness. -
Count on me for that and nothing more.
Twenty-twenty Surgery! -
SEX SEX SEX!!! (Betcha noticed the title this time
So many questions running through her head. -
Apologies
Once again with the emotional upset. -
A Funeral Planned
Drama-Queen plans her funeral with a dictionary in hand. -
Who's afraid of the big bad... Big bad nothing?
Yet another blow-out with Daniel... You'd think she'd figure it out. -
I Don't Care If I Can Breathe Tonight
Epic moments with Matthew leave her breathless... I can relate. -
Give You the Bomb, Blow Me Away!
Sunday, October 01, 2006 -
Tonight I Feel Like More
More sexual tension with Matthew -
Homecoming Montage
Junior year is so strange... (Illeana's first 'kiss[es]') -
Consequences of the Freak Dance Patch
Multiple Personality Disorder. -
Beating you with a Lollipop stick
Way to give up, Illie. -
All Hail The Evil That Is HAZLENUT!
Taking a stand and seeing Gerard supposedly sober... Kinda pisses her off. -
Welcome to Anorexia's Nightmare
Halloween costumes are oh-so empowering. -
Masochist.
Girl+Boy+ Girl= very no. -
Die Romantic: The Search for the One
Illeana take up a new, less frequent style. -
Explanation of Self
A slightly warped opinion of Illeana... -
Topless: May not be suitable for children... Or ad
SEX SCENE! -
Soap Opera Smile
Poets' Showcase -
Nobody Puts Baby In the Corner: A Note of Venom
Not all this again... -
Blue and Grey: This one's for you, Elizabeth!
Get out of the closet! (I need to hang up my coat.) -
Vermillion: Slyann of the B
Asterisk Pry Asterisk -
Disenchanted: It was the roar of the crowd...
Where've you been so long? -
AstroZombies: Of Bob and pasta.
Happy Birthday, Bob Bryar. -
Xo: What's that about 'love never wanted me'?
Apparently, the cup IS half-empty. -
Heaven Help Us: Someone save me!
All the world's a stage. -
Beg: See, there's this guy and he's like wow but..
Sometimes... someone new just appears... -
One Last Kiss(?): It's not vainity... I am talking
Oh, how she's a cotton candy girl. -
You're Not Alone: Dear Joisey...
One graduated early... The rest stayed behind.