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I smell really bad....

Jan. 14th, 2009 | 11:45 pm
mood: naughty naughty
music: extreme noise terror - murder

like BO and cigarettes. like a dirty teenage boy. my room's a mess. i don't feel like showering tonight. i think i'll bathe in my filth. maybe i was meant to be a boy. i think that often.

so i bought new paints the other day... and it came in a pack of a few basic colours.

but it didn't come with red.

isn't red a primary colour?

shouldn't they have included red instead of orange, brown, and green?

no. i have no red. nor pink. nor purple. nor anything i can make with red. booty man, booty.


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extreme noise terror
extreme noise terror
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I Don't Like Mondays

Jan. 12th, 2009 | 11:31 am
mood: artistic artistic
music: the beatles- strawberry fields

this weekend was too short and full of drama. i start school again tomorrow i have to go re register my classes... it sucks. then again i can't complain cause all my friends have to go to school monday through friday every week. i guess i got it easy...

today i need to go get paint and canvas so i can have something to do with my free-time instead of rotting my mind with video-games.

i also need to get a job and my permit already which i've been putting off for about a year now.



shit my coffee got cold







we went ice skating today

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Writer's Block: Found Objects

Jan. 8th, 2009 | 10:36 pm
mood: bouncy bouncy
music: manny's obnoxious ranting on the phone

As the old saying goes, one person's trash is another person's treasure. What's the best thing—chairs, roller skates, old electronics—you've ever found that someone else had thrown away?


well... there was this one time i was walking down vauxhall road with my sister. we were feeling quite adventerous and it was the eve of garbage day so we were collecting random trinkets and goodies from everyones front yard. the best item i found that day was a microwave, perfect condition. the only problem i'm guessing was that the buttons were kinda missing but i figured out the numbers 0 thru 9 and the start button. i checked it out and made sure there was no radiation leakage and i took it home and kept it in my room.

now i have this obsessive compulsive thing when i drink coffee. i drink it slow, so it gets cold after every three sips. i usually have to heat it up in the microwave in my kitchen every so often and NOW i don't HAVE TO LEAVE MY ROOM to do it in the mornings. it saves me alot of trips back and forth from my room to the kitchen :]




end.

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D-Mac Bullshit

Jan. 7th, 2009 | 09:05 pm
mood: infuriated infuriated
music: D MAC MUSIC@#$^$%&

this has been bothering me for about two weeks, since my boyfriend started doing it.

THE D-MAC

all the white kids at the high school do it, some dance made up by gangsters in philly. it's ANNOYING and BELLIGERENT and it irks me when me and molly see our guys dancing like this... trying to fit it.. trying to be cool... trying to d-mac better than anyone in the school.......
SHIT MAN
you're a bunch of fools if ya ask me. since when did you even listen to club music? i thought you hated the club scene seeing as your ex dumped you and now goes partying every night.

i hate this dance bullshit and i hate dumbfucks who try to be cool in union high. and i hate BOY that gets INFLUENCED by his peers and have to BE SOMETHING THEY'RE NOT just to FIT IN.


it's just not like you, hun.

sdkl/fhAW#%AW(P$%&@#$)FUCKFUCKFUSDKFJSDKLFVUCFUK

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Birthmarks.

Jan. 6th, 2009 | 11:02 pm

it's getting late. i can't sleep. i'm on the phone with someone special and i'm looking up birthmarks.


for many years my friends have been cracking on me for my birthmark, located close to the inside of my right butt cheek. actually, it's half inside the crack, thus why they call it the "shit stain."


everyone knows it too for some god forsaken reason everyone knows about my "shit stain" people who haven't even seen my butt what the freakkkkkk


but anyway i just looked up and the term for it is called "cafe au lait spot"

which is french for coffee and milk.


isn't that cool? i love coffee! with milk!


and french people!!!
<3

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Sleepless Nights...

Jan. 3rd, 2009 | 10:10 pm
mood: amused amused

playing zelda for N64.

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Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Jan. 1st, 2009 | 11:40 pm

"to everything, there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.

a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which has been planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war, and a time of piece"

one of my favourite quotes from the bible.

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On a good note...

Jan. 1st, 2009 | 06:08 pm
location: ma bed
mood: cheerful cheerful

i feel like all i write are angry thoughts and emotional rants.

so i'm going to write a happy entry :]

i'm typing this via wii and i just got a keyboard for it so now i dont really need my other computer.

last night was new years and sofa crashed here. we watched the celebration on animal crossing at midnight and she sewed me mittens out of socks. we didnt get to sleep till around four so we played rock band and dressed up as scenester boys cause "it's not fair that they can do dumbass stunts and pull off the cute look and we try to do the same and people say pshhhhhttttt drunk bitches....!!!"

now i'm alone eating rice cakes waiting for a phone call so i can have something to do tonight. i'm gonna go on animal crossing now.

<3

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Alyssa don't drink

Dec. 31st, 2008 | 11:24 am
location: on the wiiiii
mood: annoyed annoyed

i DO NOT IMBIBE ALCOHOL

what the hell are you fucking kidding me the one thing i hate more on this earth than anything else is farfetched rumours based on my friends.

i absolutely despise being judged by my friends. i love them all to death, but i'm not anything like ANY of them. i'm happy with my sobriety and making the right choices. i think i'm a pretty right minded human being. i don't smoke or drink, i dont practice gluttony like most of the adolescents of america today, i exercise daily, i have faith in God, lkdafjlskhg lots of stuffs.

so my question... why the HECK does everyone think i'm such a deliquent??? that if you come within five feet of me you'll be cursed with cop cars, intoxication, retardation, and sinful nature? do i really come off that way?

i mean yes, all of my friends ARE pretty bad people when it comes to addictions, habits, and rudeness. and i have a strong enough mind that no matter how many times i am with them and see them doing things (drugs, cigarettes, shoplifting, ect,) not ONCE does that temptation even cross me.

that really pisses me off when people look down on me or get the wrong impression because of my environment. it's almost insulting that they think i'm so weak. ugh. i'm out<3

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My 17th Birthday

Dec. 27th, 2008 | 05:49 pm
location: my bedroom
mood: apathetic apathetic

i'm bored. catie and manny are watching superbad. i dont like cigarettes. i'm fucking seventeen now. i feel sick.

^random shit. now for my ranting.

i'm like neutral. everyone tells me shit i dont even want to hear cause they think i'm some philosophic angel that can give them miracle-like answers and put their full trust in me for it.
the reality is i'm just as human as they are and most of my advice is useless. it's all up to them anyway they should follow their own instincts. its driving me NUTS i have so many problems i need to solve and about ninety-nine percent of those aren't even mine.

this is how my birthday is going i am thinking too much for no apparent reason i should be having fun. blah.

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