yeah. so.
i definitely chopped my hair again.
it's not as short as last time, when i went kelly osbourne, but it's damn short.
i can't tell if i look older or younger- older, i think. my boobs, however, definitely look bigger.
yeah, i didn't think it was possible either.





oh, art history!

yeah. so. i just had the most random evening/morning.
i just walked in my door like, two seconds ago.
more to come, if i decide to wake up tomorrow.

right. so. i hate astronomy. and i mean like, detest it.
over the past couple of weeks, we were supposed to have been keeping some lame ass "moon journal" where we wander outside every nite and record what the moon looks like and where it is in the sky and blahblahblah. um, did i do it? even once? nope. why would i go outside where it's cold where i can freeze in the comfort of my attic, watching the OC? no, i didn't do it, not once, and now this mother's due tomorrow and i have nothing to hand in. i guess i'll say i just forgot it to buy me the weekend, but i know i won't do it then either. i could also just talk some studious little chanel-wearing debutante into letting me see hers tomorrow, and just copying everything down, but kids have way too many morals these days. whatta bunch of goons.
so anyways, yeah. i'm gonna fail astronomy. not that i care anymore, because i'm sure ecc won't care if i failed astronomy.

medicore future, ahoy!



hmm, what else have i done lately? absolutely nothing. i've been really depressed the past couple weeks, and it's starting to really show. i've gone to school like, twice, and teachers are getting pissed. meh. i'm just really tired and don't have the energy to do anything but mope around. i'm like eeyore, without all that damned humor. i've been putting all my energy into my writing, and it seems as though the english gods are smiling down on me as a result... or maybe they can just see down my blouse, i'onno.
last nite (e:drchlorine) and i went out to wheatfield and got lost in THE MAIZE ::dun dun dun:: it was great fun. as we paid to go on in, this guy working there warned us that it was "muddy" and that there'd be no refunds.
but of course, we played it cool and were like "a little mud? in buffalo? no problem!"
so then he goes on to tell us that we can choose the easy, medium, or hard "maize", and so, of course, we choose the hard one, figuring that our combined brain power should shoot us straight on through it like nothing else.

oh my sweet jesus.

he shouldn't have called it "muddy". he should've screamed "STANDING WATER". this place was the freaking titanic, we were sinking so deep. at a few points, the mud tried to eat my sneakers. so picture us two, wandering through a swampy cornfield for an hour, trying not to be shown up by a bunch of twelve year old girls who were also running around.
at one point, we were terribly lost (the debate on who has the worst sense of direction stands), and asked one of the "corn cops" wandering around the place what to do. yeah. we're pretty sure he lied to us and got us even more stuck.

in any event, we ended up riding back to the strip barefoot and smelly, because our shoes were so caked with mud. a grand time was had by all.


but what will this weekend bring? a party for (e:lilho) and (e:tina), you say? how marvelous! the only shitty thing is that i have to be dressed and respectable looking at 9:45 the next morning to give tours to respective parents at my school. fabulous, really. but anyone who is going to (e:lilho)'s please message me, as i am sorely in need of a ride.

until tomorrow, hopefully,
alison.

huh. well, i guess i won't have to ponder how to pay for the new school anymore, cause i'm not going. i got in, and now i'm going. great. fabulous, really. i'ms uch a brat, but it's just that, like pretty much everyone, i've wanted to go to new york since forever- it's like the place to go when you don't fit anywhere else. but, because of le divorce, i cannot, so it's looking like ub or buff state for me, of wherever looks like they have the best writing program. blah. so much for childhood dreams.

me and (e:matt) abd (e:paul) and (e:terry) and (e:mike) didn't go to allen street. we are geting pizza and mroe than fifteen wings. peace out (e:homies)

another post no one cares about on the subject of my photo project, woohoo!
ohkay. so tomorrow, at a little past three, i'm taking my friend charlie down elmwood to shoot some pictures of her. she's this really ADORABLE little fifteen year old sweetheart, and we're putting her in little innocent dresses and, praying that there's some light out, we're gonna shoot a bit in and around the elmwood laundry place. i want to try and juxtapose her little cutie patootie innocence with griminess and city-ness and whatnot, so if anyone has any suggestions of places on elmwood that are within walking distance of the cafe aroma corner (because our school is right behind aroma), that'd be pretty sweet.
also, if anyone wants to get in on the modeling action still, please call/aim/email/messenger pigeon me, and we'll figure something out for this weeked.

on that note, what's going on for tomorrow/saturday evenings? hopefully a hang out session can be arranged.

until then,
alison.



p.s. (e:leetee): for you, i'd wear a low-cut blouse, AND the tight jeans. oh yeah, that's what i'm talkin' bout.

ohkay. so this weekend i reallyreallyreally need to get out and take some still life/portrait shots for my photography class, i mean likeWHOA. so pleasepleaseplease, if anyone is interested in meeting up on the strip somewhere and letting me photograph you, i would be ohsograteful.

i'll even wear a low-cut blouse.

Reefer Madness
Something To Think About, by Alison Skalyo

    As a correspondent for Sem Spotlight, I have been given a great opportunity in the form of two minutes during which to share my thoughts on subjects of relevance that effect not only our small community, but also the global community. I will come to you live, at 8 in the morning, at various times in the year, with my segment entitled, ‘Something To Think About’.
    For my first report, I have chosen the phenomena of Reefer Madness. Look up the term ‘marijuana’ on Yahoo and you will be given 27,600,000 responses. Marijuana, otherwise known as ‘pot’ or ‘weed’, is a drug used both medicinally and recreationally. There has been much controversy in the past years over how the usage of the drug should be controlled in the United States. Medicinally, marijuana helps sick people everyday. Recreationally, the drug is illegal in this country and been used as a scapegoat for various points of human error. Is this valid? Does the use of marijuana lower students’ grades, heighten devious tendencies in the otherwise innocent, or generally deteriorate the value of the American people?
    I say that it does not, at least not any more than tobacco or alcohol, both of which are legal in this country. Do people not get into car accidents every single day as a result of drinking? Do people not die every minute as a result of lung cancer?
    Despite our trusty governments’ best efforts, marijuana is the most commonly used illegal drug in this country. Maybe the government’s voice would be better received if our current President would not refuse to speak on the subject of marijuana, or even consent to take a drug test. Regardless, marijuana is a focal point for many different aspects of American culture, including music, literature, and other forms of entertainment.
    I speak now as just one Democratic female student living in a country run by aging male Republicans, but this is what I have to say:
    There are many negative results from the use of marijuana, just as there are negative results of drinking alcohol or smoking cigarettes. Shouldn’t the American people have the right to decide which bad decision they’re going to make on any given day? I say, tax the stuff and sell it in stores with restrictions similar to those on alcohol and tobacco. Let’s have the government take a more active role in educating America on marijuana use, not just the after-school special, straight-A student-gone-wrong stereotype. Who knows? If the stuff made Bob Dylan accomplish what he has, maybe it will aid our fearless President in his international negotiations.
    I do not ask that you take these thoughts as gospel, but I do ask that you step out from your usual line of thought, and consider it something to think about.
    Thank you.

ohkay- remember how i said that i've got a spot doing a feature for my school's news team this week? well, tomorrow i have to hand in my rough draft, about 2 minutes on any subject with any slant that i want, as long as it's fairly diplomatic.

i've decided to do legalizing marijuana.

so, i would be soso appreciative if people would leave comments giving a thought or two on what they think about the legalization of marijuana, or know of any particularly good sites on the subject.

thanks dears!



p.s. had a great time at (e:pmt)'s last nite! was happy to see (e:lilho) and (e:tk). (e:drchlorine) and (e:ladycroft) hung out and we ate pizza and drank and played video games... and i got a C in dancedance revolution! (casualties were minimal.)