i would like to take this opportunity to say that i fully support anyone else who doesn't plan on dressing up for the (e:halloweenparty) tomorrow. join me in lameness, friends!





also, does anyone know of a restaurant in buffalo (preferably as close to (e:strip) and our neck of the woods as possible) that serves pirogues? i'm sure one of you (e:polishpeeps) would have an idea.

my birthday/christmas is in 61 days. before the football game this weekend, (e:drchlorine) asked me what it is i want.

i have decided.

forget world peace, this would be far more satisfying:










my whole life, like most girls, i've carried around with me a bunch of stupid, romantic things i want to do/happen to me before i get too old and ugly to look cute doing them. at the top of my list, are being kissed under mistletoe, and being kissed at midnite on new years eve (y'know, right at the end of the countdown, when everyone's jumping around drunkenly). neither of these have happened yet, but, should adam brody be within tackling distance of myself at an appropriate time (er, inappropriate, i guess.), his ass is getting good and kissed, alison-style.

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.