| 3/30/02 8:43pm. Hmm…well I’m pretty bored. I wanted to rent some movies to watch, but no no, my mother goes at rents movies without me, and who the hell wants to see “Swordfish” and whatever other ones…damn it. She did get “Fargo” though, which is really good, except I’ve already seen it many times, so fuck. Here’s some songs for everybody to download RIGHT NOW: Heavens To Betsy – “Nothing Can Stop Me” and Excuse 17 – “The Drop Dead Look”. Both those bands are former bands that Corin Tucker and Carrie Brownstein of Sleater-Kinney belonged to, as if anyone cares. Big News: I’m making my sister’s wedding cake. Hell yes, I know. I’ve been making cakes for people at my mom’s work for $10 [but I’m upping the 9” to $12], so I have a total of $34.15 that I have saved, and will not spend. I have things I’d like to buy, sure, but I don’t need them and I need to work on saving money up, since I’ve never been able to do it before. No word yet on a Mary’s Market job, but I expected as much, so it doesn’t really matter. I’m treating it already as if I didn’t get the job, because that way I won’t feel bad when I actually don’t get one. So, I’ll probably apply to Logli’s or Hilander because they certainly need me in their cake decorating departments. Ever since Kroger bought out Hilander, their cakes have started to look like shit – since when have roses become swirl-shapes of frosting? Christ, it’s horrible. And I have no idea with Logli’s, except I was told to come there when I turned 16 by my cake-decorating instructor because she said I had talent and I could work there with her. So who knows. I went to the library, yes!!! I actually went on…it would have to be Friday the 22nd. Anyhow, I got 5 great books, so I’ll name them: Divine Secrets Of The Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells [sequel to Little Altars Everywhere] The Hundred Secret Senses by Amy Tan Shopgirl by Steve Martin [yeah, that Steve Martin] Bachelor Brothers’ Bed & Breakfast by Bill Richardson, and last but not least Bridget Jones – The Edge Of Reason by the awesome Helen Fielding. Then, more big news I KICKED LAURA’S ASS IN THE CHALLENGE!!! Who the hell was she to think she could beat me?? Yes, that’s it….feed my ego some more, stupid girl. So tomorrow is Easter. Big whoop. At least I get an Easter basket still, such a little girl. Oh well, I like candy. Man, I got these Quaker Chewy granola bars, but here’s the catch! They’re called “Dipps”, and they have the granola bar, a layer of whatever the flavor is, then are covered or Dipp-ed, heh, in chocolate. I got the Peanut Butter and the Caramel Nut. Peanut Butter kind is too good to eat, though I have eaten 7 of them in 2 days, along with I think 6 Caramel Nut ones [my mom took maybe 2]. I went to Crafter’s Mall today and found this cool booth with Indian incense. So after giving myself a headache, I got the Peach and the Darshan kinds. They had this one scented “Royal” with Satya’s name in front of it, but it smelled very horrible, so I wasn’t about to kill my head. I got some mp3’s by the Eels, and the songs “Cancer For The Cure”, “Tiger In My Tank” and “Last Stop This Town” are really good. Of those I’ve heard. I have over 1,000 mp3’s on my computer – I don’t know how. I guess whenever I use Audiogalaxy, as opposed to KaZaA, I just queue up an average of 20-40 songs, and they download so fast. I’m going over to Allie’s tomorrow – her sister Jessie [aka Queenie on my guestbook] is going to be in town, so it’ll be [even more of a] blast. I’ve been writing some poetry, but this isn’t web-readable poetry. Not saying it’s vulgar or anything, in which I’d still post it, but it’s stuff that I need to read out loud to people to get it across. For me, it’s two completely different styles of poetry. I guess I’m writing this way now because I plan on reading some of my work at the next Open Mic Friday we have in Creative Writing, being the 12th, I assume, unless we plan one sooner in the week. April has too many damn birthdays for me…Mother: April 5th, Kelli: April 11th, nephew Chris: April 13th, Artoria and sister Jennifer: April 15th. Then there may be more, I don’t know – people just haven’t told me their birthdays yet. Just a random note – incase people don’t know what the title of the page means “Site de Alison – Siempre eres bienvenido aquí”, it means “Alison’s Site – You are always welcome here,”...yeah, corny. The accent for the ‘í’ isn’t supported though, so the title doesn’t make COMPLETE sense. Also, I can’t find any kind of Spanish translation for “site” or “website”, but it works. More bad news – instead of hair growing in gray, I’m getting white roots. It’s a real bitch. I should have picked a different brand because I don’t think Feria has the 100% grey coverage, so I’m screwed. I keep telling my mom that if I go completely grey/white, I’m going to stock up on funky colors for my hair [no Manic Panic – doesn’t work too well] so I won’t have to bleach my hair, and I don’t need to mix pigment and developer, just put the stuff in my hair. Going to be great, though I certainly wouldn’t mind keeping a natural brown color for, oh say the rest of my life. I think right now I’m going to read some more of either Divine Secrets…, Great Gatsby or Lord Of The Rings: Fellowship Of The Ring because what’s better than being in three books at the same time?? 3/25/02 8:38pm. I don’t think much happened last week in school. Let’s see – I applied for a job on Friday, shocker shocker. Yeah, so I went over to Mary’s Market café and who do I see but my best friend Allie’s mother, who is like my own mother after over 10 years of knowing her. I knew she was the general manager there, but it didn’t occur to me when I went in there. So, she got me an application and had me fill it out, SO, if there is an opening there, I’ll get it. But, and this is a real but, they probably won’t be hiring (or maybe, I really don’t know) so I’ll just go apply somewhere else. It’s cool that I’m pretty much secured a job there if they’re hiring. Anyhow, I saw E.T. on Saturday, which is such a good movie!! I used to watch it in my basement over and over again in the dark, and boy did it scare me every time. Especially the Reese’s Pieces scene when he’s coming out of the shed. Damn, quite horrifying to a young girl of 5 or so. If I had seen it alone, I would have been crying all over the place, but I didn’t because I was in a movie theatre with my mother and nephew, so no and no. Then I went over to Allie’s house, dyed her hair a dark blonde color [a bit lighter than her natural color], had lots of fun, woke up, left around 7pm, drove home, practiced my clarinet for the challenge I had today and went to bed late. So today, I played my challenge against stupid Laura, and I SWEAR she beat me. The other Laura, the good one, that recorded us, said that she thinks I might have done better, but she didn’t remember. So, I’m going to die tomorrow if I get shafted to 3rd chair. Fuckin a, I am going to die. MAYBE, and that, as you can see, is a big maybe, over Spring Break I’ll finish up some Rants I’ve started and give this page [another] facelift. But, it’s doubtful because, for Academy, this isn’t going to be a break, with our research projects, books to read, and who knows what else we’ll get stuck with. I borrowed this great CD of Indian music from Satya, which I then ripped onto my hard drive, and it’s so much fun. Ahh, since I didn’t update yesterday [as I had planned to – had PageBuilder open and everything], I didn’t get to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHRIS, MARCH 24TH! He’s the big 1-8 now, I’m very proud of him. I have some Creative Writing to do in my Idea Notebook and a letter to write back, so toodles. 3/19/02 7:11pm. I’m writing this with hair dye in my hair, which I’m taking out in 4 minutes, so they’ll be a break in this update. Dyeing it with Feria’s “French Roast” which is described as a “deep bronzed brown”. Why am I doing this? People, namely just Laura, have noticed all of my grey hair in school, and boy does it stick out like a mother, so I’m getting it gone like that. I’m finally home! Yes! Boy, I can’t wait til I go to bed tonight – missed my bed. And this computer – oh my how I missed it. Then I’m in here typing some stuff and who comes up? None other than my pretty kitty Pumpkin! I never actually said this on here (except for a little sentence long update which never really said it), but if anyone has heard this funny meowing wav when they come to this site, that is my cat Pumpkin saying “Hello, my name is Pretty Girl” --rinsing out the hair dye now-- 7:29 and it was a success! No more grey hairs, no nothing – except nice brown hair with a touch of reddish-bronze. Anyway, I’m going to put up that poem today, after I unpack and maybe put something on other than this multicolor-dye-stained bathrobe. My hands are stained this dirty brown color because I didn’t use the gloves. Well, I normally do, but this time, instead of using the whole bottle of stuff, I mixed half a bottle of developer and half the bottle of dye in a bowl and used that. So, I’ll use the gloves the next time I dye my hair [and I used half the thing of “Aromatic Aura” scent stuff it comes with]. I love this short hair, oh boy. Trying to think of recent stuff that happened….and it’s blank right now. So, I’ll put that poem up, get dressed and unpack. Au revoir. 3/17/02 1:48pm. Once again, I can only assume that is the correct time because there are no working or correct clocks in this basement. I suppose I’ll say “Happy St. Patrick’s Day”, but I’m not Irish, so it really means nada to me. Yeah, so today I had to give my grandma, which was not too fun, and I’m scared as shit to become old now for reasons you can guess. Then we all ate some corned beef and cabbage [nasty sauerkraut] on rye bread (just meat and bread for me), and I took grandma upstairs because she’s tired and is now taking a nap. So it’s maybe 9 or 10 in the morning, and grandma comes into my room again, and this time I just let her get in bed with me, so then I woke up around maybe 11:15, and just sat in bed for another 30 minutes. I think I’m making cookies for my grandpa today, or cake for my grandma. Probably cookies, because my grandpa won’t eat cake and my grandma eats just about everything she finds. I’m wearing my grandma’s bright purple sweater, though it’s not warm enough. Also have her slippers on, and my sister’s Lucky Brand t-shirt because I didn’t feel like wearing one of my own. I really don’t have much to say, except I think I’m doing a little better handling this stress EXCEPT the fact that my hair is even more grey than I thought it was! I was looking in the mirror, and there was grey hair EVERYWHERE! I’m not just exaggerating because I’m shocked, which I am, it’s just the fact that I look at my hair and can really see a grey hair every inch or so on my head. More like 3/4". I think Allie is coming over today, but I really have no idea anymore what’s going on. I miss last night. 3/15/02 9:20pm. I think it’s 9:20, at least. I’m at my grandpa’s house right now, and I will be here until Tuesday. Yes, great. I don’t know what I’ve been doing for the past week, but damn, I needed to update. My braces are off, yes happy times. Feels weird, very very weird. But, oh well. Um...yes, so I’m here because my sister Leanne is in Arizona right now, so I’m staying with my grandparents to help out and be the caretaker of my mental grandmother. Right now I’m fine, but today in school I just felt like crying. It’s so stressful having to do things like make dinner, do dishes, take dog out [many times a night], repeat everything to Grandma as she follows me around, make sure my grandpa is ok, deal with the mess in my sister’s room where I am staying, sit in this freezing basement and type on a shitty computer that doesn’t work right, freezes all the time, and has 7GB more memory than mine own, which pissed me off to the britches when I looked and found it, changing my grandma, brushing my grandmas false teeth [yum], the thought of having to bathe her [tomorrow!!], having her not know my name, overworking myself by moving from one task to another, only having one phone line [because I’m spoiled at my house], schoolwork to do while having to do all of these things, clean up everything to make sure it’s tody for my grandpa, my grandma pestering me with questions [repeatedly] and whining about where her teeth are [when they’re being cleaned] and probably a whole mess of other things. I sound like I’m bitching a lot, and I am, but I’m a 16-year old currently taking care of her grandparents, and not to mention going grey/white. Anyway, got my hair cut today, so I look really butch. By my neck is ½", middle of the back of my head is 3/4", the top is like 1 3/4" I think. Something like that. I need to get out this weekend, but there is nothing to do and I have no money. There should be maybe an hour more on my driving counter, but I haven’t written it on my sheet, so I have to wait until it’s legal on there before I write it up here. I think I’m going through some kind of “responsibility shock” because all of the sudden I go from carefree life to this shit of having to do everything that my 27 year old sister does, plus school. I love David Bowie. “Suffragette City”, “Fame”, “Magic Dance” (from Labyrinth) are all GREAT songs. I love “Suffragette City” a lot though, so fucking great. I’m going to try and update more often, and hopefully I will since I’ll have nothing to do this weekend [except EVERYTHING], but if not, I’m sorry everybody. I was going to stop there, but I have just a bit more - my poem, titled “The Scar Of The False Charmer” which I wrote for Creative Writing, and for myself, was supposed to be critiqued and workshopped by the class on Wednesday, but there was some...technical difficulties, so it’s going to be on Monday instead, which means there should be a new poem up Monday or Tuesday. Yeah, I just opened this e-mail from a character named Raul Jimenez, who says “You are a sick individual! "Therapy", get some!” and I don’t know what the fuck he is talking about, so if anybody else thinks I need therapy because I’m a “sick individual”, tell me so, because I shant just because some Raul fellow says so. Man alive, people can just eat me out sometimes, I swear. 3/8/02 8:16pm. Just got back from possibly the worst dinner of my good recollection. So after not feeling well for a while [it’s this goddamn stuffy weather – driving home in it is simply wretched], my mom comes up and says we’re going out to eat. So, I go down there and I’m like “Where are we going?” and my dad is saying crap like T.G.I. Fridays and Applebee’s, and I didn’t feel like going to some stupid chain restaurant because I’m sick of them, but since I had no other suggestions [sadly I didn’t think of Carlos O’Kelleys until we were already eating], so first I go and drop off Eric’s jazz band folder he left in my trunk, then we go to Applebee’s. So I’m already hating everything about the place, and after finding out that both my parents are introverts, I tell my mom what I am (Extrovert iNtuitive Feeler/Thinker Perceptive) and she starts bickering about how I’m not perceptive, and since I said that the other option was the J one, which I accidentally said was “Judgmental” first, since it’s actually simply Judger, she starts bickering about how I’m judgmental of people, blah blah blah, especially older people because of the “comments I make” – and of course, when I asked her for some examples, she had none. Maybe I am and I just don’t know it, but since I had no idea what J and P stood for when I took the test, I wasn’t making myself a P because I didn’t want to be viewed as a judger. Damn it. Anyhow, so I ordered my water [trying to go pop-free] and then ordered my chicken fajita rollup thingy, and then all my dad does is talk about work, that is WHEN he talks. Yeah, I got an order for 33 lift trucks. Yeah, that company is really big – I’m talking gigantic. Yeah, and I drove down to this mushroom farm because they ordered a truck, and ended up buying 9 lbs. Of portabella mushrooms for everybody at work. Yeah, and so on. That is what I had and have to sit through, as I always have. I’m really not exaggerating when I say that is all he talks about. Never anything about current events, never asks anything about my mother or myself – just talks about work. Yeah, that and his upcoming fishing tournament. Learned some not-interesting info from my dad today – when asked by my mother why there was a tournament in this kind of crappy weather, oh no, it’s because the walleyes and some fish I think was called surgers [not sturgeon] are running. Jesus Christ, how could we forget?? Yeah, so then we get our food, and I’m happy, though Applebee’s is full of retards that place French fries and two pickles with fajita rollups, and some bright, colorful vegetable thing with my moms chicken and potatoes [trust me, it clashed], and THEN to make matters worse, my fajita thing, which I have had before and loved, it absolutely disgusting. I’m talking horrid. So I picked it apart, eating the chicken, and had some cold French fries and my two pickles. Then the guy comes around a couple times and doesn’t ask if there is anything wrong, though partially my fault because I should have said something, but even the manager walks by, goes “How’s that rollup?” and walks away again, so I didn’t even get to answer. My mom is picking through the vegetables that I don’t think she ate, and finds a produce sticker saying something like “2/$3” and the letters THU, most likely meaning Thursday. Love this restaurant. Then I’m hungry so I order my dessert, and that takes forever, while the guy walks by 3 or 4 times without taking away the plates like they usually do right after one is done eating [and especially not after one has ordered dessert]. So I get this apple crisp thing with ice cream, and the apple crisp is cold, ice cream soft and melty, caramel sauce too thin – everything that could possibly go wrong. Fuck. Then as I was eating, I asked my mom what my favourite number was, and she didn’t know. My dad didn’t know my favourite colour. I swear, they don’t know me at all, nor do I know then. I almost started crying at dinner because I looked over at my dad as he was blabbering about trucks and mushrooms, and I didn’t recognize him. A familiar face gone. It’s hard to explain. Anyways, I think I have things to do – have to make a pie or something, but I’m probably just going to go to bed. 3/5/02 9:42pm. Heh heh heh, my pretty kitty. 8:27pm. This weekend was pretty boring for probably all of sophomore Academy since we had NOTHING to do homework wise, and even today we have nothing, excepting maybe a math assignment not finished in class. God this is horrible. Anyhow, Eric and I went over to Kelli’s to fix her computer up, and found the disc she couldn’t find it (on top of everything, first thing I saw when I opened the drawer – she’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, haha) but it gave me too many options talking about partitioning the hard drive, which I was not about to do, so we just let Satya do it the next day. Anyhow, back to Sunday night, Eric, Kelli and I watched “Jeepers Creepers” in a fort we made with sheets, blankets, and the VCR on top of the TV and an ironing board used to hold it all up. That movie, which I didn’t really feel like seeing [not one for the teen horror flicks – or teen movies in general] actually scared the hell out of me – not because the movie in general was so incredibly scary, but, for anyone who has seen it [horrible ending, by the way – should have been the sister, not the brother – trying not to give it all away to people who haven’t seen it] I keep imagining that B EATING U [not beating u] is in the dark, so when I don’t have my contacts and can’t see with my shitty –3.00 vision, I haven’t been able to readily fall asleep the past two nights. I’m such a pussy, but I can’t help it – I have a long history of this. Anyhow, so Eric went home just before eleven, and then that’s when I messed with her computer. Then we watched this great movie “Ghost World” which isn’t horror in the least – stars Thora Birch [daughter in ‘American Beauty’], Scarlet Johansson and Steve Buscemi. Such a spectacular movie – everybody go rent it. Let’s see, so then we went to sleep at 3:30 [with my trouble doing so] and I got up 6 ½ hours later and we sat around for a while, then watched her stupid “Young & The Restless” because Kelli is stupid and likes soap operas [I had no idea what was going on through the whole thing]. Then Eric came over while I was making French toast [which I later just started making what I call “French Toast Styx”], sat around for a while, then went to Goodwill, Target and the drive-thru at Beef ‘r Roo, with Kelli and I in our pajamas, though these were clean pairs we put on after we had showered. Then after I was stuck watching “Spongebob Squarepants”, “Judge Judy” and some of the Spanish channel with Uncle Mike, Satya came over and watched some with me, then Eric finally left. So Satya started screwing around with Kelli’s hard drive, leaving us both sitting there with nothing to do. At one point, I got up on the bed to show Satya Kelli’s stupid new Abercrombie & Fitch clothes, and she grabbed my calf, planning on throwing me down onto the bed, but no, I ended up on the floor, partially landing on the hard drive shell [cover], bending THAT, and hurting the fuck out of my calf, which feels like the muscle has been separated into a couple different chunks. Like chicken, yeah. Ok, something is off – I’m rubbing Bengay on my calf, and it makes the arch of my foot hurt. Not to mention killing my calf. Damn it. Speaking of getting injured, the light bruise that I had on Friday is now darker on my arm, and in the shower or something the next day, I noticed a big ol’ bruise on my knee where I landed, which I didn’t even know I had. I am such a fucker to myself sometimes – if only I hadn’t been spinning…So yeah, then Kelli shows Satya this video that Sarah, Kelli and I made in 8th grade….jesus it’s horrible. In it, Sarah asks me, “So Alison, who do you like?” and I’m all stupid like “Yeah…..I like this one boy at school…..yeah sexy……::cough, cough SATYA cough, cough::” and damn it, I was not intending on having him see that. Not that it matters that much, but I look so stupid in that video, and boy I look stupid. Not to mention “not good looking” but oh well. At least she didn’t show him all the others in which I act like a retard the whole time – think “Ice Cream Scoop Of Justice” stupid, haha. So then things were being stupid, and it was 8:00pm already, so she just took it to Gateway today. Countdown to when I get my braces off: 9 days. Yes, the 14th. Pretty anxious, indeed. But I’m afraid of feeling naked without my braces, so then again not. I have a poem I can put up, but I wrote it [partially] for Creative Writing, so I’m going to wait until after we workshop it in class, so y’all get the best quality version of said poem. Little sad – made someone cry today, of which I feel really bad because I didn’t intend to make other people cry [I did enough], just to get something bad off my chest. Everybody will understand when the time comes. Anyhow, I’m getting a little tired. 3/1/02 10:30pm. My excuse? This week has been VERY busy. I had to highlight and annotate an 89-page handout (being “Ariadne’s Clue”) and I spent all the free time I spend here on the assignment, which I finished Wednesday night. Then Thursday night, I spent all my time reading chapter 22 for today’s History test, and chapter 12 for today’s Chemistry test. Also had a chapter test in Spanish, but there was no need to even bother studying for that. Um…so a big group of us [sober] friends went first to Cherry Bowl, then to Baker’s Square, Toys ‘R Us, CherryVale Mall, then back to Cherry Bowl. The first time we went, they said we couldn’t bowl until 9pm or something, which is about when we came back the second time. Anyhow, so we’re all bowling, and I was on this barstool just spinning and spinning and spinning around, when I slowed myself down and stumbled off of it, falling onto the floor. While falling and hitting my knee, my right arm flew out onto the seat of a nearby chair, where Kelly was in the process of sitting down. So, she sat down and though she didn’t crush my arm or anything, just the fact that somebody sat down on my pressed my arm into the side of the chair, which curved upwards. So, now I have a nice light purple [so far] bruises, only one hour in the making. I was doing well at first, but then I got a couple gutter balls in a row, with my nice 6lbs. Ball – yeah, that’s the extra small size. I was using the small [8lbs] at first, but then about ¼ way into the game, I swung my arm back and dropped it, which was a clear sign that it was to heavy for me. In the end, I think I bowled an 87 – either that or 92, but I really don’t know anymore, and Satya kicked everyone’s humble ass with a 106. Good for novices like ourselves. Driving home was scary though because it’s snowing here crazily and there’s 2” of the expected 10” or so already on the ground. In other news, I got my Sleater-Kinney CD, along with a free CD from Kill Rock Stars – a compilation CD of their artists –so all my packages have arrived and have beautified my room, body and CD collection. Yes, very good. I’m sick of that Oral Sex Donation crap, so I think I’m taking that off now. Hmm, I don’t really know what I’m doing tomorrow, but I know that on Sunday, I’m going over to Captain’s house to reinstall everything on her computer (she crashed it) and also play her guitar. I was looking at her guitar book in Chemistry yesterday, and I memorized the fingerings for B, C, D, E, F, and G. B and E are easy since there ARE no fingerings, but regardless, I’m proud. Damn, I’m really tired right now, so I think I’m going to go night now. |
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