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Um hey... guess what? I've decided I don't like this username anymore. Wow, how shocking. Well, I am a woman after all; I have the right to change my mind at any given moment.
Therefore, I have a new livejournal. Add me if you'd like;
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tubulistical
Add me! Add me! Add me! Please?
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I'd like to wish you all a happy, happy new years. Hopefully none of you got into the same shit that I did last night, but had fun none the less.
Lets start off with old business, shall we?
The guy Andrew I told you guys about, you know... the one that was in the coma? Well, thank somebody, he woke up. Thats as much as I know, so yeah. All I know is that he's woken up and he's alive. I also know he was made by a sperm meeting an egg. Yeah.
Christmas was okay. There was a lot of arguing in my house, and we didn't have shit, so it felt like any other day of the week. But I got the one thing I wanted for Christmas--a guitar. So that was pretty awesome. I can't play guitar, it's really out of tune, and I've already broken a string. Yeah, I'm the man. My best friend Trina (iam1girl2love) got me this cool little journal with like... music notes and stuff all over it, so it kind of looks like music sheets, but not. You know what I'm saying? I'm drawing this really cool intricate design on the very first page, so it looks even cooler. Her mom got me a Mojave Mustang blanket, which is also cool. I got make-up too, and a pair of shoes. So all is well in the world.
I've been out of school for two weeks, go back on Monday. Have an essay and some Spanish homework to do, but that's okay. Partied a lot within the last few days, and had my first ever party fall the other night. And when I say fall, I fell. Right into a puddle of my own throw up. Thankfully, all I had was beer and vodka, so anything that came out of my mouth ended up looking like water.
And now for last night.
Last night was absolutely crazy. I've been banned from going out next new years, but my mom is going to let me have a kickback instead, so cool beans for me. But yeah, I went to a party and drank like I was crazy(I had roughly eight or nine shots of a drink I can't spell, but it's pronounced yay-ger-my-stir.) and then ended up making out with a few guys. Some girl got mad at me cause I playfully called her a skank, and some guy was all pissed off because I wouldn't give him any. The police came, and I came clean because hell... why lie? They took me to the station since I was a minor and I was drunk, I sat around for the longest time, and they finally took me home. My friends freaked out when I called them, but it was gravyful.
I've dropped my former theme song ("Pardon Me" by Incubus). I still love the song and it still has a whole bunch of meaning to me. But that was last years; I want a new, better year and therefore want a happy song. So for this year, I'm not sure what my incu-theme song shall be. Perhaps "Are you in?" Total party song, there ya go.
( Are YOU in? )
I really want to eat right now, but I'm afraid it'll all come back up. Yeah, not a cool feeling at all. I think I'm going to go now, keep working on my lovely design for my lovely journal. OH! You know how excited I am? I may be going to one of the "Taste of Chaos" shows! Going to go see MCR and The Used! Woo! Beautiful! And you know what else? "Agoraphobia" is going to Incubus' next single! With a video! Wooooooohooooo! Can't wait to see it, and it's not even done yet. And now I'm going to post lyrics. More lyrics. Because I'm a lyrics whore. And I really like the words of this song.
( Made 4 TV Movie )
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Who on my f-list has seen SLC Punk? That is one cool ass movie. If you haven't seen it, you need to see it, like now. Okay? Okay. Good shit.
So... I'm updating! Woo! What should I say? I got a seriously random ass thought journal. Like those thoughts that just suddenly pop up out of no where? Yeah, thats what this journal is all about. It's at aboutmylife.net and the username is meltdcerebellum. It was going to be slobberingcerebellum, but that was about a a bazillion letters too long, and I couldn't think of any ways to cut down slobbering. For the record, the slobbering cerebellum line is from an incubus song...
I want to update on whats been happening in my life, but I get this feeling no one really gives a hoot and holler. But today was cool; there was a Pep Rally (which wasn't exactly the cool part, but at least I was out of sixth period.) Very long line of girls holding hands and putting their entire body through a hoola-hoop. That was some fun there. I was even IN it (YES! I WAS PLAYING IN A SCHOOL GAME!) and yeah. I got rabidly, rabbit-like humpings on my leg by Tim... and I couldn't get him off. Not that I really mind, but you know. So... whatever. There's a huge bonfire tomorrow night, hopefully I'll be able to go. Get inebriated beyond recognition.
It'll be great.
Hopefully.
If I go and if a certain SOMEONE *cough* goes.
Hopefully.
One of my partying accquaintances is in the hospital right now, under a coma. It sucks.... really bad. He gotr ran over by a car and the doctors are doubting he's going to make it. You know what I mean by "make it", right? Yeah. People in school who don't even know him have decided that making large banners that read "Thinking of You" and having total strangers sign it is the right thing to do. Someone made a card that read "Andrew, Get Well Soon!" and it made me laugh a little. The guy's in a coma, not sick with the flu. The more appropriate thing would be "Hey... don't die, kay?"
Yeah, I'm entirely too morbid.
Anyway, I think I'm done. Maybe? Yeah.
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[01 Dec 2004|05:16pm] |
I was looking at the conversations I have on yahoo, or rather mostly offlines now-a-days, and I must admit.... I'm a lame conversationalist. Sure, everyone THINKS their conversations are boring.... but look at mine:
pink_princess0773 (2:24:15 PM): a kid asked jesus how much do u luv me? jesus replied this much and stretched hiz arms on the cross & died 4 us .if u believe in god u will send this 2 every 1 on ur list if u delete this u will hav a cold heart in 2007
colormyworld485 (6:53:42 AM): HAPPY TURKEY DAY EVERYONE!!!!!
psycho_soul88 (8:52:58 PM): lost_forgotten_child_69 (11/23/04 2:53:56 AM): Pretty sure everyone on here wants to f*ck at least one person on their buddy list. So here are the rules. If you wanna f*ck me, reply to this post and tell me how you want it. But you must resend this to everyone on your list if you wanna see who wants to f*ck you. Have fun!
shesherz81 (4:25:29 PM): *pokes you* hey ali...are you alive??? lol well you're kinda not on i'm just bored
shesherz81 (4:25:39 PM): SOCIALLY UNACCEPTABLE HOODED MAFIA!!!!!!!!!!!!
shesherz81 (4:25:46 PM): Boob. Shaka. Laka. The End.
shesherz81 (4:25:55 PM): Boom***
ali_roxursox (4:28:38 PM): what a loser.
shesherz81 (4:28:56 PM): so?
ali_roxursox (4:28:59 PM): buttons.
shesherz81 (4:29:28 PM): lol
ali_roxursox (4:29:43 PM): but anyway
shesherz81 (4:30:15 PM): *pokes* i have a lolli pop
ali_roxursox (4:30:34 PM): i wish i had a lollipop. my mom's going to get kfc though.... food is good.
shesherz81 (4:30:51 PM): yes really good
shesherz81 (4:31:02 PM): i'm bored.
ali_roxursox (4:31:19 PM): me too.
shesherz81 (4:32:07 PM): ray needs to get on. or connar. or kiwi. but if kiwi is on...connar is...or tom. or shawn. or jarod. or tim. or i dunno other people i know
ali_roxursox (4:32:31 PM): yeah, thats what i was thinking.
ali_roxursox (6:00:37 PM): i would like to mention the fact that i HATE crushes.
sunset_sweetie88 (6:00:57 PM): o.o Eh? And what brings you to say this, my friend?
ali_roxursox (6:01:39 PM): the guy i like is the biggest sweetheart in the world. seriously... he's just an amazing gentlaman and all that.... but he can be such a dumbass it hurts.
sunset_sweetie88 (6:02:07 PM): LOL. Oh dear...
sunset_sweetie88 (6:03:24 PM): I dont really have any crushes right now. Well I mean, I'm pretty sure I still do on Brandau...but I haven't seen him since June so...
ali_roxursox (6:03:47 PM): and not dumbass like "oh hahahah what a loser, he ripped his pants"... no, he does things that can get him in THE biggest trrouble; not only with his family but with the LAW and..... of course, i'm falling hard for the guy.
sunset_sweetie88 (6:03:48 PM): *But*, I'm sure if I were to see him again it'd still all be there (the crush, that is) and come back with avengance. Lol.
tink_girl016 (12:44:43 PM): a kid asked jesus how much do u luv me? jesus replied this much and stretched hiz arms on the cross & died 4 us .if u believe in god u will send this 2 every 1 on ur list if u delete this u will hav a cold heart in 2007
And it's thoroughly obvious most of those are chain offline messages... knowhatimsayin? I think I need more friends on yahoo. Who wants to add me on yahoo? ALI_ROXURSOX Add this if you have yahoo. Or if you'd like to talk to me. OR... I don't know. Do what you will. Say what you mean. Boom shaka laka.
I got my glasses back and still can't type nicely. I suck. Boo hoo. I'm hungy as a mo fucker. I wish my mom would come back sooner. Gosh darn it. BAHHHH HUMBUG!!!!
Food. See ya.
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Half backed is a funny ass movie. I don't care what any body tells me... potheads and movies just go together; like peanut butter and bananas. Just thought I'd get that out of the way my fuzzy friends.I feel like a weight has been lifted from my already weighted shoulders.
So I'm still blind. Hopefully I'll have my glasses soon though... Wednesday is what everyone has predicted. So that would be a nice change.
Remember in my last entry, how I mention this guy whose neck I bit the fuck out of? Well, I had to face him last night. I went to a bonfire for my friend Justin -- it was his birthday -- and, lo and behold, the guy... we'll just call him Loser, was there. Didn't even realize I was there until people were telling him I was there. I kept myself on the downlow with a huge black trenchcoat and a hood. I guess in a dark desert with nothing bbut firelight for vision, thats a good disguise. So he didn't even know who I was. Thank Christ. I felt heavily depressed there, because the guy I didn't want to be there was there and the one guy I wanted there was no where in sight.
After a while, we all (well, my group of friends anyway) headed over to my buddy Brian's. This is when I had to face Loser. As I sat there with my friend April and my beer, people (usually guys) who hadn't seen the monstrosity were oggling Loser's neck. I personally didn't want to see/feel the damage I'd done; I was feeling guilty and embarassed about it by then. But he tried to make me... I think he finally got the hint that I really didn't want to be around him anymore. I mean, I'd hid from him the entire night and when he tried talking/flirting with me, I just brushed him off. Hopefully... HOPEFULLY he gets it by now.
Like I mentioned, I missed Tim last night. Our mutual friend KC says she's gonna try to get us together, but fuck if thats going to happen. Even through all the bullshit that SCREAMS at me I shouldn't like this guy, I do. Everytime I see him I fall harder, and that sucks ass. This guy is serving 6 months of probation god damn it. What the fuck am I doing? I can't like this guy! But no matter how much I say "I don't l like him", I can't stop. It's like a drug. HE'S like a drug. My favorite kind of drug. Drug-of-choice. FUCK! Why can't I just like the good guys? The straight A, jock type guys? Fuuuuuck.
Boo. Here, have some lyrics.
( Your dirty words come out... )
*Ali was X*
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Ashley today told me that I haadn't updated since the 2nd. Thats pretty bad, considering the things that have been going on in my life recently. Perhaps that is the reason I have not updated in so long.
Well, the play has happened. I didn't forget one line of mine, and from what people told me I did a damn good job. Although pour main role forgot all her important lines, so we did a lot of making stuff up. Which sucked.
I've been blind for 3 weeks now.The headaches are starting to die down; I do believe I'm getting used to this. I'd like to take the time to apologizze now for it. The typos that I'm positive will ensue throughout this entry. My bad; it's hereditary.
Since October something, I've been partying like its going out of style. Every weekend is a new place to be, another night of the drunken giddiness that helps the shy, sober me to do what the fuck I want, when the fuck I want. It's nice being in the power center, so yeah. Anyway... um... OH Thursday and Friday I spent in Venice/Santa Monica with some of my friends. That was preety awesome actually. Saturday I bitm a guy on his neck so hard I drew blood (mind you, I was drunk off my ass and *cough* a little hot and bothered, ifyaknowwhatimean.) I've been dubbed "Vampire" because of the incident... yes, now that I think about it I am slightly embarassed about it; but I do find myself spreading the news. =)
I AM SO EXCITED!!! Would you like to know why? Because this sexy man beast: is coming to visit in a mere 4 DAYS!! He used to live out hither in the depths of the hell-bent Mojave, but then he moved to Kansas with his older sister. I'm so... happy!!! IT's gonna be awesome-possum-ness.<33333333 Mykey to death. I can't wait to see him again. We officially met during the Spring Play, and...YES!!! He smells good and gives good hugs. And thats that. Weeeeeeee!!!!!
Okay, so what else is there to say? Thought Tim was pissed off at me, but it turns out he is not (asked myself, I did). He's moving to Florida... which sucks; though MAYBE if I get my way, he WON'T MOVE. Just visit. I'd hate to have to stop liking him. I mean... I figured out that I shouldn't like him; he's really rebellious and all that jazz. And for a week I didn't see him. I thought I just may have done the impossible and gotten over him. Then I saw him today and... that was it. I can't do it. I just can't. I suck. I'm weak. I give in.
My head is starting to hurt. I better bone out like now. But before I do that, I'm gonna put in a song. SHOCK! It's not incubus this time. I've been crazed over the song "Blue and Yellow" by The Used.
( By the way your hands were shaking... )
The end. Peace out.
*ALI WAS HERE*
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I was looking at the username I decided upon as I logged in today and realized that I'm not living up to the name. Random shit. Thats what this is supposed to be about, is it not? And I've seemingly fallen into the same pattern as the last journal I had: I keep talking about a guy, and if I mention anything else, the story with the guy seems to be the most important and detailed part of the entire entry. For this, you guys, I am sorry. Who wants to read about a sixteen-year old's misadventures in the area of love? I don't even think I would want to hear about it, and yet you guys tolerate shit like "Oh my god, HE LOOKED AT ME TODAY! FOR LIKE... EVER." For this, I owe a very special thank you, from the bottom of my blasted heart. If I could send you something, I truly would. But because I'm a loser with no job, I can't. So just know that you guys rock my blasted socks, and I hope you don't think me too immature.
And I've got a serious problem with saying blasted today....
Moving on.
So I haven't updated in a while. What to say? I can't even imagine where to start. Well, we'll start here: The fall play is in 3 days and I'm nervous. Thats right, the attention whore herself is nervous. Why? Well, because the imbeciles of my school have not memorized their lines yet. We're three days away and Mrs. Kies is STILL feeding lines! Call me crazy, but thats NOT GOOD. We've started dress rehearsals (obviously), so thats pretty all right. Not much else to say on that subject; due me a favor all, and wish me good luck?
At this point, I was going to include my highly detailed happenings of my guy story, but I'm too lazy today. So I shall mention this, I went to a party on Friday night, got hella drunk and ended up all over Tim (not while he was sober... he was drunk too.). We kissed, and.... stuff. Yesterday was awkward because of it, but today was all right. If you want a more detailed account of the night, add me one of these days while I'm on:
AIM: lame llama x
YIM: ali_roxursox
MSN: strangechick123@hotmail.com
Woo. I'm hungry right now, and for the life of me I can't think because of it. I'm going to post lyrics to like... one of the coolest songs in the world at this moment in time. Hither.
( You're an exception to the rules... )
So I guess I'll be running off. Oh yes, but before I got, I must do this....
the end.
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i have a lot to say but i'm not in the mood to say it all right now.
so for you, a list. containing no detail.
-sick
-numb hands
-football game on friday
-loads of play rehearsal
-moms been gone for 4 days
-asia left
-drama drama drama
=raised grades.
more detail later.
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But I'm sure no one is very interested in George's antics. *Grin*grin.*
So you've been wondering about my lack of updates, right? It's because I hate you all. All of you. Die. Hardy har har! No, I'm kidding. Actually, I've been grounded for the last week or so, because my mother is the devil incarnate. But thats totally beside the point. I was grounded because... well, supposedly I didn't vaccuum in my mother's time-selection. She said I didn't do it after her badgerings of a week, I said she didn't tell me to do it for the WHOLE week. She asked me Saturday to do it, and grounded me on Sunday. Fucker. My mother SUCKS.
SUCKS TO YOUR ASS-MAR!
My week has been, overall, very boring. I did, however, find out that I'm close to an "A" in Spanish, after being at a whopping 57.9%! (For all you dumbass' reading this, thats an "F".) And this is done over a span of, get this, TWO WEEKS. Damn... I'm good. SOY RICK JAMES! Tim had a doctors appointment on Tuesday, and therefore was not present in school. Bastard. BUT he is going to the game and the dance this friday.
HOLY FUCK, YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA ABOUT THE DANCE! Well, theres a dance tomorrow. It's the Homecoming dance. Very important dance. It's the follow-up of a game. It goes from eight to midnight. O0o0o0o0o boogy-ing till the.... next... day. And guess what? I have decided to sport my best CLOTHES. Thats right, you heard correct, this bitch won't be dressing up for a dance. I've decided that dressing up, as much fun as it may be, is a pain in the ass. And you end up all nasty and sweaty anyway, so why NOT just die in your jeans? I did it, at the last dance of last year. I was wearing my sweatshirt and some jeans by the end of the night. And it was pretty-fucking-gangster.
Trina iam1girl2love told me I should ask Tim to Homecoming. And thankfully, I did not, for he has a date. I don't know when it happened, but I know it probably was just one of those things like "Hey... are you going to Homecoming? Wanna go with me?" and considering he asked one of his FRIENDS... well, you know how it goes. So I'll be going stag. Unless someone asks me at the last minute, then yeah. I'll be the lone rider tomorrow night. But I do intend on asking Tim for at least a dance. Cause... friends dance together, don't they? Of course they do; I asked Josh for a dance last Courtwarming and I don't have feelings for him... like that. And Ashley dethbysafetypin just said she did too! And it's OBVIOUS she doesn't like Josh like that. See? Friends dance slow together. Closely. With the bodies and the ... I should bring a condom. Because you just never know with those slow dances. You just-never-know.
OOH OOH! I found out one of my friends ALSO likes Tim! And someone I never guessed would either, especially since everyone (including myself) thought she had a thing for everyones favorite sniff-post; Raymond. So that was an odd little fact to discover. We were "fighting" over him all day... she's a groovy kind of chick. Hardy har har. I made a new friend; Her name is ... well, she likes to be called CP. But I believe her name is something like Charvyette. Anyway, it's pretty funny; she likes my friend Kris. Well, he's not really my friend... more so my er... accquaintance. Yeah, thats it. Accquaintance. Anyway, so she likes him. Should I tell her I've been to his house? Probably not, she'd probably shank me to death. It's pretty cool; she likes Incubus too! Woo! Tomlin has been to more than one Incubus concert! Boo hiss boo!
Oh, and Tim added me on YIM. Wooooooooooo for bugging Teem-oth-ee after school!
I think I should post some lyrics. To the song I'm thinking of. By the way, IMH = In My Head
( 'Hand over my heart...' )
I guess this'll be ending todays tale. Since I've now lost all my thoughts it a swirling spiral of chaos and death and destruction... okay, maybe not all that persay, but something like that.
Off like a dress on prom night!
-*Ali
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WHERE HAVE I BEEN?!? I died. My bad. Sometimes I get all caught up in my elusive world of chaos and destruction. Maybe not so much destructive as it is chaotic, but we all get the point, do we not?
Last time I updated was... whenever. So I suppose an update from the time of whenever to now would be quite the thing to do. Well, a second day of auditions happened. I decided to go because well, going to auditions is fun. And Ashley(dethbysafetypin and formerly weatherandstuff) wanted me to go. Because she's insecure about herself. Hardy har har. I kid! I kid! Not insecure. Anyway so um... yeah. Tuesday was gay, I hung out at the park for a while and wrote about a more detailed Friday while Ashley stalked her ex-lover Ray. Who is taken (maybe). Cause he sucks. Sort of. I realized then I had nothing to wear to the blasted Homecoming dance. Which sucked some more. If I don't find a dress to wear (THAT I LIKE.) I will dress down for that stupid congregation and simply wear that comfy pair of jeans and Incubus shirt. Must show band pride, after all. And what a time to do so! They'll be giving out masquerade masks, which should have some indefinate appeal. Masks? In a large dark room? OH THE MAKINGS OF A GOOD TIME! (woo.)
THE DAY AFTER TUESDAY (I can't spell that damned day.) sucked also. Tim wasn't there (boo hiss boo) and I was sick. Sickness and school do not make a good combination, I found as I attended that day; and when it rains, it pours. So I felt like poo on a stick. Speared and all; I should've been displayed as the sick, poo-on-a-stick person for the whole school to oggle. No, I have no idea why I said that... so god damn it don't ask. Yeah... that day sucked arse.
THURSDAY uh... was okay. Again, my love slave was M.I.A (which sucked some more arse.) and I was, yet again, sick as a dog. But at least I was a pretty puppy. =P. Mr. Shelby wasn't as angry as everyone thought, and therefore we didn't have a one-thousand page essay on how to treat substitutes. Which was good. Because substitutes, as everyone should know, should be treated with anarchy-type fighting and rude gestures! kindness and respect. It was because that lazy bastard didn't want to have to grade yet ANOTHER essay. He's already got about 365843503927543 other things he still has to look at, so I guess adding to the pile of merde wouldn't be the wisest thing in the world for a man to do. Am I right? I'm so right. I r being the man. So after school, there was Youth. My other love slave was not there. How dare he. Bastard. Although my former puppy-dog love obsession decided to make an appearance. Awkward, yes it was. My other love slaves cousin was there however, and he had a friend with him. Bradley... who, in last years time, I'd have thought was oh-so hot. But my taste has changed, dramatically. I mean... ya know. From Clayton to Tim. Difference? I'd say so. That night's sermon was about shining one's holy light. I paid about thismuch attention. I saw someone from my Spanish class there. And uh... that was about the size of it. My mother got mad at me because I didn't feel like taking a shower that night (I intended on showering in the morning, so my hair would be cooperative.) So she was all pissed off about that.
TODAY... is Friday. Tim finally came back to school (I missed the hump-a-holic.) and... looked like Tim still(THANK GODDESS). My classes were lame today. Everytime I see Asia, I wanted to kick her in the throat (which, I found, would please a few of my friends.) I didn't really talk to Tim till 5th period, when -- as I was heading to the bathrooms -- he walked up to me with his hair parted awkwardly and asked "Ali, If I wore my hair like this, would you still talk to me?" (To which I promptly replied "Honestly? No." in true sarcastic fashion. *He had fixed his hair by the time I had dashed back to class*). At lunch, I decided to hang out with him (okay, so it was more of a dier need than a decision.) and his friends. His best friend utterly despises Asia, and we were talking about how nuts the girl is and how stupid Tim is for still talking to her (this was of course, when he had left to converse with the loon). When he came back, he asked what we had been talking about... and it was kind of an awkward pause. He asked me what we had all been talking about, naming some random incident that had happened. Johnathon (his best friend) told him to make Asia jealous by, get this, "hugging all on" me. And so Tim did. Which was the most wonderufl thing in the world for me. I went to sixth period and uh... took notes. About whatever it was Wendell
wanted us to learn about, and after the notes I did a worksheet. After the worksheet I got bored and, having roughly twenty minutes of class left, decided to write Tim. The letter included some crap about crap, and it contained my YIM and AIM. I told him to IM me sometime, and then that was about... it. When I saw him walking to seventh, he was hanging with a friend of his. When he saw me, he abandoned his friend to give me a hug. Awwwww how kind, hardy har har. When I handed him the letter, he asked me what it was and I told him that it was for him, and it was because I get bored in History. I walked into class and... yeah. I saw him at the door as the hallways were emptying; he waved and began pelvic thrusting the air in response to my wave. Crystal, Nichole and I all witnessed it, and all began laughing.
AVID SUCKED. The end.
So... thats the basic rundown of... the last few days. I'm at Ashleys right now, and this has taken forever and a day. So I'm going to stop and post, and hope that... one of these times when I log onto yahoo, I'll see that Tim has added me.
Bon voyage! Me gusta Tim. He is muy gracioso y amable y buen mozo.
And this is the real end, because Spanish SUCKS! (Sucks to your ass-mar!)
-*Ali
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So... a lot has happened. I'm not going to go into every detail, but I'll point out some stuff that should be noted for Friday. Cause that day was interesting:
- It was a football game. I therefore had to stay after school in order to go to the football game... since I had no ride. Tim wanted me to go! I had to! I dunno about JV, but Varsity won their game... get this: 56 to 0
- I told Asia about my thing for Tim. She immediately replied with "YOU LIKE TIM!" Then proceeded to tell me how cute it was, and how I should kiss him, and all this other bull shit. She then proceeded to tell me how she broke her own heart for breaking up with him, and then she was hanging all over him like they were still dating. Oh yeah, and they kissed. After she asked if I'd be mad if she kissed him. Nice, right?
- Asia got high. This was not a pleasing thing. It did give Tim and I valuable walking time though, and that was good. We hung out. We chillaxed. And I found out he won't ask her out again. Which is gangster as hell, for me. And he doesn't do drugs or smoke. Which rocks.
- After Asia left, Tim and I went to Taco Bell, where we met up wth some of his friends. Some of his male friends. You've seen the movies with the group of guys talking and cracking jokes on each other, and theres that one girl they seem to be running around for protection as they chase each other? Yeah. That was me. Literally. Tim said something to one of his friends, and his friend started chasing him. And so they began running in circles around me. It was very... awkward. But invigorating. Lol.
- For a guy that had one hour of sleep, he was very hyper after our Taco Bell run. Literally. He was running around, sliding on the un-naturally slippery concrete outside the gym and dancing. Ashley and I teased him about practicing his stripping, and he did. Very nicely. He wore a button down shirt that day (because it is certainly impossibe to wear any other shirt with seven-inch spikes protuding from ones head) so he was... unbuttoning it very slowly and swaying and... at one point, he sat in my lap and started like... grinding. The emotions that one virginal sixteen year old felt at that moment was... extreme. In every possible way.
- We hugged about a bazillion times before he left. Each with humping. From him mostly, but I'll admit that I shared a few off-handed pelvic thrusts of my own. I was gonna miss him; cause I was missing him as he was walking away. Pathetic, I know. But ever so true. And I began getting sick.
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Today sucked ass for the most part. I was sick... and I wanted nothing more than to get drunk since that was one of the original Friday plans. Plus, stupid fifth period sub got the whole class in trouble; I'm now going to get a bitching-out I don't deserve and 3 hours detention I didn't earn. Isn't life grand? But at least I got a nice, humpless hug from Tim. And we walked to seventh period sort of like... holding each other. Or something like that. Good times, good times.
The fall play auditions were today. I went, and had to walk home from school because of them. It's going to be in November, and yeah. It'll be a dinner theatre, so during the play, the audience will be served with spaghetti, which I am hoping -- for the crowds sake -- is good. I don't even know if I've got a part yet, but I'm going to the auditions being held tomorrow too. Because I have no life, and Ashley would like me to join her. Gladly, I say, Glady.
I'm wearing my pinstripe pants tomorrow (weeeee!) with a white long sleeved shirt and... a red shirt over it. Just because I'm hell gangster-esque like that. Why I am teling you this, I know not. But it is vital information, you shall see the ensemble tomorrow. Yesh yesh, very toit.
And now, my friends, I shall fly off. I'm cold as hell and hungry too. Mmm... spaghetti.
-*Ali
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Wooo today's theme: NIPPLES! Again!
My mom bought me a digital camera this morning and told me I could take it to school. My first intent was to do a spiffy picture-by-picture tale of my everyday life, and therefore I'd begun taking pictures of things like me, where I walk, my bus, and my "posse". But by the end of the day, there was but one pursiuit for me photography skills:
Boys nipples.
The female part of my posse decided it would be a fun thing to get guys to lift their shirts and to get pictures of their nipples. I shall admit, it was more than enough fun. Today's episode, however, shall not be llife in the day of moi. That shall be tomorrow, when I actually do it. TODAY. Today shall be nipples. And a few pictures of my friends.
( Mmmmm boy nipples... )
Over all, today as a good day. Tomorrow you will get the documentary on my day-to-day existance. But at least you got some pictures. And I can guarantee now that I've got a webcam, you will be getting tons more in this journal. Ahh... good times.
-*Ali
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and these are your german tips for the day!
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Can I ask my friends a serious question? It may not be serious to you guys, but this question has plagued me for a long while and I can't even really say why. Okay, ready?
Why don't I ever get the luck?
Am I that aggravating? Did I have something in my teeth when Tim and I started talking? Is it because I'm not 110 pounds and willing, in every situation, to bite someone? And another question, how can someone already be annoyed with him? The girl Tim asked out has been dating him for roughly ... okay, so they just started being "official" on Friday, and already she's telling her friends (i.e - moi) that she's starting to get annoyed with Tim, because he sometime runs off with his other friends (be them male or female). I love her to death, she's one of the coolest freshman I know, but damn it, if she's that fucking aggravated with him, let someone who has a high tolerance for social lifes take over! I'm tired of girls who get what they want and suddenly don't want it. If you don't want it, I'll be more than happy to take it. More than happy.
Today was an all right day. Tim and I share a small inside joke now. Well, not really. But at lunch, before the rest of our small group came over to our spot, it was just Tim and I. He offered me some of his lunch, in which I promptly refused (it was mini-burgers, and those are weird to me). He then proceeded to chuck the mini-burgers at some people in the area we hang on the side of, but he announced it first. I told him it would have been funnier if he'd just chucked the food at the bystanders, and so he chucked his small bag of cookies at them... and then he threw his tray, which hit this girl named Christine right in the back of her head. We immediately started laughing hysterically, because it was just that funny. I lamely tried defending Tim in saying it was some passer-byer, but I don't think Christine believed me. We were still laughing when his girlfriend and her friend walked up. Good times, good times.
Today seemed to be nipple day. During Lunch, me and the other girls asked cool guys if we could see there nipple. Tim gladly flaunted his haiir niples,as did one guy named Keith (though his was not hairy), and my friend Marcus. The other guys we asked begrudgingly were attacked and had there shirts opened in order for us to look down their shirts. Now guys know how it feels. It was an enjoyable experience seeing Tim's bare bod a couple thousand times. It's not half bad; just he's got hairy nipples and a really hairy happy trail. Oh, and a really hairy ass too. Don't ask.
I've got a duct tape wallet, compliments of Tim himself. For free, too. And thats saying something; he usually charges for these: ( Gangster wallet, yo )
I was going to add a picture of me into this entry, but I'm so lazy I don't want to get up and fix the lighting in this room. I painted my left hands nails hot pink, then got bored and drew on them with blue pen. so two of my nails look purple-y pinkish... ness. It's pretty cool. Kind of. I guess.
I'll end this one with a song. Incubus, of course. If you don't like it, you can eat my ass.
( Pardon Me )
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keepin' it gangster up in this mug. for serious, yo.
so here it is. my brand new journal. i think i needed a new journal; my other one was going on 300 entries (okay, so in reality it was at 251) and most of it was "OMG GUESS WHAT CLAYTON DID TODAY AHHHHH SQUEEBOP." and that, as my ghetto ass next-door neighbors would say, is "not the business". so time for a new, time for something different.
time for something like me.
on friday, i got to go out to my buddy justine's. the plan was i was to hang around the football game till 9 (i was there to sing the national anthem with three other people), and then we'd roll out. so at 9:30 justine finally approached me and told me to get off my ass, she was done working snack bar. which was mantasmagorical to me, because somehow i was sitting in front of clayton (which was not the business). so we headed out... i found justine was secretly a taxi service and therefore gave a ride to three other people. one girl i knew from last year was in the car... she remembered me too. and while we stopped off to get gas, she said something to me that made me laugh. she told me that i had changed a lot over the summer. she said my style had changed dramatically.
and as i pondered this the rest of the night, it dawned on me. three things had made my style change. dark hair, some bracelets, and a pair of chuck taylors. that was all it took for me to transform into something darker, something cooler, something more appealing to the crowd that i had started hanging out with. suddenly i was just was i was aiming for, and for some reason it made me feel stereotyped. here i was, looking just how i wanted, and now i sort of wish i hadn't. people are seeing me as a ''rocker'' now. all because of dark hair, bracelets, and a pair of chuck taylors. what an ultimate change.
my birthday was on thursday. yes, i'm sixteen now. finally. it seems to have taken more than forever for me to reach "sweet sixteen". it was actually a good day.i got a birthday cake from my friend rebecca, and cards from my friends justine, steven, and netta. sure, one thing made my day a little hell-bound. okay, a lot hell-bound. one of the first people i met when i moved here to mojave now has cancer. i don't know what kind, and i don't know how bad it is; all i know is that its there. and this makes me feel like i should be fragile with them. but they seem so strong, so courageous. they told me they were scared... i didn't know how to reply. all i could say was "i would be too". and that... that doesn't seem like the most comforting thing to say to someone, you know? but that was my response, and from the reaction it didn't seem to be too bad of one.
i got to feed andrew some cake. that was fun. and at youth group that night they threw a small birthday smash for me and this other girl named brittany. two new guys were there; allen and jake. upon talking and hanging out with jake, i've found i'm madly in love with him. haha, maybe not love. but i'm highly attracted to him. we've both got a terrible nail-biting habit, dig on rock music, and don't like sports (yeah, how many guys do YOU know that don't like football or baseball?). on top of that, he's easy on the eyes. blue eyes, brown hair, maybe 5'8-5'9, and nice lean frame. he's seventeen and lives in quartz hill, and attends college classes. i think i like him because he's got that older-but-not-older vibe going on. usually, i'd be smitten over youth group in general, but now my main reason for wanting desperately to go to youth this thursday is to see the ever wonderful jake.
who on my lovely list o'friends can make animated icons? because, my faithful sidekicks, i need an icon. of brandon boyd, of course. but i need animation. ( teh picture )
i've decided to keep this one public. friends only is so complicated after a while. and that makes me angry; complicated things i mean. and i'd really like some salad right now, so i think i'll end this entrily too long entry for a first and my mother would like to go online. so i go now, off into the night. like a bat. whoosh.
-*Ali
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