having a grand time with paul and terry and sarah. aren't i cool... so yeah. good times.

this is a warning notice for all- it's one of those times again.
every few months or so, something happens to me, and i get all restless and feel the need to do something bad... which usually means something slutty. anyways, i haven't had one of these nites in quite awhile, and i'm long overdue. furthermore, my aforementioned thoreau-esque state of existence isn't exactly quenching this punk rock thirst for trouble. i'm afraid that if i don't get out of this attic the consequences will be a catastrophe worse than the strawberry ice cream binge of 2004.
wendy and i didn't get to go to yoga yesterday, so apparently we're going at 5 tomorrow. i'm worried that, because of all this built-up tension i've got in me, i'm going to end up hurting myself, and possibly taking down someone else in the process. plus, i've never done yoga before, though i used to take michelle gigante's afro-brazilian dance classes... which was scary. a girl with a 36dd cup size should not move and jump about- people could be harmed! anyways, at the risk of sending small creatures scurrying back to their woodland homes, i'm going to try it out... and immediately gain all the calories back in coffee afterwards. but i have to go to aroma anyways to hand in my job application.
have i mentioned that i am SO poor? i can't find a job near enought o home and school to walk to, and babysitting is not paying the bills. plus, i hate babysitting, i really do.
anyways, the moral of the story is that i either get laid soon, or i smoke enough pot tonite to make myself pass out... where i can't harm anyone.

being drunk and having nowhere to go is stupid. so now, i'm dancing around my room, getting all sweaty and gross. to the spice girls.

yeah. tequila is that good.

just got back from cafe aroma with the wendybird. t'was good times- we were dorks and sang alexz johnson songs in the car. now i'm listening to even worse music in my room with all my pretty candles lit and am working on some new stuff for the walls. promises to be... exciting. gah, i hate being all dressed up and having nowhere to go. i'onno, maybe i'll do something with chunks and andrew- or should i say chunksandrew, cause they're pretty much the same person these days. i hate being the only single one of my friends. well, that's not true, i mean, not all of my friends are attached, it just feels like it. grr. i should be happier with myself, y'know? be one of those strong, independent women i hear so much about. and, oftentimes, i'n ohkay on my own. generally i can entertain myself well and enjoy being by myself, but then there are nites when i just wish i had someone to sit and smoke a bowl with, or to watch familyguy with, but that's ok. i'm extremely young- i'm not worried. just, tired. i was almost considering getting back together with this real DOUCHE of a guy, but luckily my sanity kicked in just in time. it's just, for a few minutes, i definitely knew what laura meant in high fidelity when she told rob that she was too tired not to be with him.

... i'm going to be that cat lady.





in other news, it's time for me to starting thinking what i'm going to do with my senior page in the yearbook. it's mandatory to have dotdotdots, which is where you basically shout out to all yr friends and reference stupid inside jokes. i don't know what to put in mine, because i, uh, don't like anyone, lol. i'm thinking maybe i should just make a joke out of it- be a real asshole, y'know? just really obvious and obnoxious, like:

'omg traci and jenni and JR and mildred... frannie's dances... saturday nites at the regal... good times... RJ and UC and laney... so much fun camping... omg Spiders haahahahahahahhahaaaaaaaaaa... BFF'S 4 EvA!~~~~... good times.'

meh, whatevah. i'm also trying to come up with a senior quote or two. so far i really like 'as bad as i am, i'm proud of the fact that i'm worse than i seem', or 'i've been a bad, bad girl' (heh check out (e:drchlorine)'s entry music for me!), or 'bless you, world! for you are thus rich in earthly pleasure / i'll serve you in my own sweet way by giving love full measure'

that last one's a quote from a poem about mary magdalene, and obsession of mine. then, another i like is from beauty and the beast, 'i want adventure in the great, wide somewhere- i want it more than i can tell'

heh, yeah i'm a total dork. oh well.

... does anyone else feel guilty/funny about listening to india arie when yr white?

i am a hermit. thoreau's got nothing on me. i have done literally nothing this summer.
wendy's got yoga tonite, and then, a little past eight, she's gonna come grab me and we're going to spot for an hour before she has to get the car back to south buffalo.
anyone doing anything good tonite? i'm booooooooooooored.
i guess i'd better get a new copy of walden.

um, yeah. so i didn't get sooze in colloquial theater's SUBURBIA. didn't get anything.
blast.

haven't updated since christmas. my livejournal, which i've been slightly more faithful to, was graced with a similar renewal of spirits in typical-alison epiphanic fashion. i did so, with a recap of the last couple years- which i will now post here:
our saga continues as i left boarding school to come back to lovely buffalo, new york. here, absolutely nothing has happened, except if you disregard my falling in love, changing my hair color a few hundred times, getting the ol' heart broken, fighting with and being exiled from my group of friends, having my first professional poetry reading at nietzche's (i made $13), and acquiring a few piercings and a penchant for sex, drugs, and the satanical rock and roll music. now, two years later, my parents will be finalizing their divorce in the next couple weeks, and my mother will be moving to arizona. i'll be going into my senior year on academic probation at a school of girls who look at me like i'm courtney love on a sunday morning.
all caught up? smashing.
in other news, i have a splitting headache, and am ordering pretty new bras from victoria's secret online because they don't sell full-figure DD sizes in the stores anymore. cute, i know. the gilmoregirls episode is on where jess steals howl from rory. sweet. ham and cheese sandwich, gross. i'm 163.1 lbs, which is weird, because i look a lot smaller, and it's pissing me off. i have no job, because i have no car, because i'm an asshole. i did, however, apply at feel rite market. babysitting is, in no way, paying the bills.

::phew:: that was trying.

anyways. got into a MASSIVE fight with the father-figure a couple days ago. i was in tears all day. and then what happened? i had my audition with bill and victoria for Colloquial Theater's production of SUBURBIA. and i blew it, cause i was such a fucking basket case. plus, it's a little hard to put any meaning or punch into a performance art piece about cuntholes and howard stern while trying to read the words off a tiny little script. blah. anyways, it got even better. i left victoria's to go to the after-hours clinic with my mother, where i proceeded to have a panic attack. wonderful. i haven't had one in awhile, but oh did it come back full force.
now, a few days later, the whole casting of suburbia thang is making me jumpy likeWHOA. i've been checking my email every five seconds, and am taking this as a sign that i suck and didn't get cast. ah well, obviously it wasn't meant to be. looks like i'll just have to sit and wait like a good little girl for the theater gods to take a shine to me. it's taking every ounce of self-restraint that i have to not call victoria (it's 2 am) and beg for a definitive answer, just to have the whole thing over and done with. the only thing worse than the hour before an audition is the time between it being over and hearing the results. GUH.

but, for now, i suppose i'll just have to stick my nose into my required summer reading- that is the goal of tomorrow/today. wish me luck and love!
this was a crazy/whiny/nutso entry. i promise the next will be less of a smack over the head, if not equally as trite.


in closing, i'll leave you with the immortal words of cogsworth: "if it's not baroque, then don't fix it!"

merry christmas to you all, and happy seventeenth birthday to me and angel.
i feel old/young.

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laur-- what shall we do with our vacation? ahhh, i love having options!
if the oc came in, i vote being slobs over here.
in other news, i received my yearly $50 gift certificate to barnes & noble from my aunt yesterday, and promptly went out and spent the sucker. i got the second mix for the oc, and three books: SLUT: Growing Up Female With A Bad Reputation, Reviving Ophelia: Saving the Selves of Adolescent Girls, and Seductress: Women Who Ravished the World and Their Lost Art of Love. Can you tell l'm a sociology fiend?
oh, vacation! now i can finally read Like Water For Chocolate and Angels and Demons, which I borrowed from Joy and Sarah (respectively) about a million months ago.
still, this is going to be a terrible christmas. not like last year. last year was.... well. yeah. him.
my mom and i got a little charlie-brown-er of a christmas tree. we put all the decorations WE wanted on it, so it mostly ended up being little wooden figurines and things I made when I was little.
ayie. i can hear them fighting about money downstairs. assholes. ::turns on eels::
anyway. i had to keep pulling ornaments out of the box and asking my mom who gave them to us because i accidentally wanted to put up this little kitty-jack-in-the-box one but it turns out my grandmother on my dad's side gave it to us, so obviously that was out.
there was this one ornament and it was off a little man in golf garb(e?) and it says 'my dad's a pro' on his chest. i gave it to the dog, and she tore his head clean off his body, so mom and i hung it in two pieces on the back of the tree.
there's no star on top, either.
the christmasparty was good- the food was fucking AMAZING. ayie. laur and i drank considerable amounts and were about to pass out at like 11 (don't make fun, the drinking commenced at 6), so the power broker (what we call my dad's friend/dealer mike) let us use his limo to take us home. thus, we ended up going from hutch's to my place in our own private limo, and stealing the silverbullet beers from within aforementioned limo. hollar. we weren't as sick yesterday as we thought we'd be, but we were a little.
cough~max~cough~'better than good charlotte mix'~cough.
ohh the full bklyn cd came in (i may have already mentioned this), and it's LIVE!
... and i hate my parents.