Thursday, September 20, 2001

 
The Innocent - Good Charlotte, Goldfinger, Mest

Download this song. Now. I don't care if you HATE this kind of music -- everyone MUST hear this song. It's amazing.

MestCrapp.com <-- You can DL it there. DO IT.
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 2:16 PM

 
Had Me At Goodbye - Wakefeild

*work, work, work*

Homework blows alot of goats.

And it's all homework for me. *le sigh*
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 10:18 AM

Tuesday, September 18, 2001

 

Loser (With A Coupon) - Wakefeild

Haha, this song cracks me up. XD I just downloaded it last night, it's great. Mind you, Aaron was better off staying with GC (I mean, why the hell would someone want to leave the best band ever? ^_~), but they ain't bad.

Fwee. Not much to say, really. RH.NET is being a shit and is down (damn virus), so I'm currently just pacing and waiting so I can test out the new layout I made -- featuring a cartoon Candace! Haha, I'm lame. And no, cartoon Candaces have nothing to do with Raspberry Hamsters. Oh-freaking-well.

I need to make myself a new buddy icon for AIM. The Sailor GC one left with my reformat, so I need to make a new one. I'm thinkng a PDG-ish pic.

I would also like to note that The Ataris kick alot of ass. Four Chord Wonder also amuses me. XD Yaaaay for bacon!




I want some chocolate. Haha.
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 1:21 PM

Monday, September 17, 2001

 
"It's a gnome! LOOK AT HIS HAT! He is SO a gnome! He looks like a gnome! It's a GNOME!"
- Mckayla, the inside joke that started it all.

"LOOK! The Gnome has a wife! Holy crap! There's an entire race of gnomes!"
- Mckayla

"AAH! Save me from the gnomes, Ian. They're going to eat me."
- Aly, to Ian

"What about gnome sauce?"
- Steven, mishearing Aly

"Gnome sauce? Haha, that's not what we said. It's funny though. Gnome sauce!"
- Mckayla

"The gnomes make sauce! Haha! And it's probably hallucinigenic sauce, too. Gnomes are bastards."
- Aly

"They make the sauce in their hats! That's why they have the hats! To make sauce!"
- Mckayla

"Wouldn't it get all over their heads when they put on their hats?" - Aly

"No! Becuase they put the sauce down your pants first! Haha! Beware, gnomes put gnome sauce down your pants!"
- Mckayla

No, we're not on drugs.
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That's my current profile for AIM. Yaaay for me and my friends crackheadedness. Haha.
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 2:28 PM

Sunday, September 16, 2001

 
Oh, and no. I don't plan on giving my opinion on the world's state of chaos. Ever. I refuse to talk about it anymore. It's all ANYONE EVER talks about for the past five days, and by god I want to stop for just ten minutes and whine about boys and clothes, okay? Don't I get to do that sometimes?

Apparently not.
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 10:20 PM

 
Well, it's been quite a while. I've been busy, ya know? Oi.

I'm INCREDIBLEY tired. I'm on the rag. And I'm generally NOT in a good mood anyway. So this si gonna get bitchy and boring.

You know what Veronica said the other day? "You need a boyfriend, Aly!" Veronica said that! Veronica, who I thought understood the entire issue. And SHE said I needed a boyfriend. Holy crap, people, WHAT is going on? Everyone but God and his brother is trying to fix me up with someone, and suddenly it's back to the 'Aly's just a boring little good girl' debate again! I thought all of this shit was over, but nooooo . . . The second I start getting secure in my position and I start understanding how I fit in people have to go confusing me again! Why do I NEED a boyfriend? Am I not showing that I'm fine-fucking-dandy by myself? I've never needed a boyfriend in my fourteen-and-a-half-years of life, and I don't intend on EVER having to depend on a romantic relationship. The phrase "I need a boyfriend." will never ever ever pass from my lips, and if it does I hope someone shoots me! I may WANT a boyfriend, yes, but no way in hell do I NEED one. I don't even want one that much -- as a matter of fact, STRIKE that. I don't want a boyfriend, I want a certain guy that I can never have. And settling for just some guy I get thrown at isn't going to change that, is it? It'd be a fucked up relationship anyway -- don't other people see that?

And why am I everyone's freaking counselor? Why is it that for some CRACKED OUT reason people come to me when they need relationship help? (As Candace will continually remind me and you) I have never even had ANY sort of relationship, people! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU SHOULD DO! For chrissakes, quit asking me! I am not Dear Abby! I am not Candace, my life does not revolve around romance and relationships, and I seriously hope yours doesn't either. I WANT to be there for my friends, truly I do, but I am crumpling under the pressure they all shove on me. 'What should I do about Katie?' 'What should I do about Claire?' 'Do you think Morgan and I will ever work out?' 'I like Teagan so much, what should I do?' I DON'T KNOW! I can't manage my OWN lovelife, and I certainly can't manage everyone's all at once! I love hearing about all of this stuff, I don't want to alienate any of you guys, you know I love you, right? But don't act like I can make it better! That's your job, not mine! And even if I DID give you advice I highly doubt you'd follow it. Please please please please guys, just . . . calm down! I can't take all of this anymore.

Oh, how do I get myself into these sorts of things? I'm going to bed to cry at my general situation in life.

. . .

. . .

My god, I whine way too much.
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 10:18 PM

Sunday, September 09, 2001

 
I need to make a new layout for RH.Net -- that one kinda blows, if you really want my true opinion. Blegh.

On PDG news, we have two songs done -- lyrically, that is. Fwee. Aren't we cool? ^_^ We also have groupies. *waves to Jeff and Candace* Becuase they're cool like that.

My writing muse has come back! Yaaaaay! Last night I had a flood of ideas. I MUST get Fictional Musical up, it's gonna be so friggin sticks cool. I'm really really excited about it, I hope it works out well. Yaaaay for bacon!

I say that way too much. ^^;;
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 11:48 AM

Saturday, September 08, 2001

 
Her reaction was amazingly good. Candace's that is, about the whole band thing.

Mckayla and I have decided on a temporary name -- People Don't Glow (Don't ask) for short, PDG. It's just temporary, so we have something to call ourselves until the name muse comes to one of us three.

So, I uploaded the Punkish layout, today. Ain't it fookin' groovy? Heeelll yea.

Yaaaay for bacon!
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 10:25 PM

Friday, September 07, 2001

 
I love my friends. Mckayla and Eli are the best, I will love them forever and forever and ever! They're my punkish best friends and I know they're the best I could ever ask for. I LOVE YOU GUYS, if you're reading this.

What's the cause of this sudden outbreak of Eli/Mckayla appreciation? I just got them on three-way phone and we had WAY too much fun. They get along FAMOUSLY, and the three of us already make an amazing trio of friends. And get this -- we formed a band. It wasn't this huge deal, like Candace kept making it, becuase the three of us get along great. Eli's going to be drumming, Mckayla guitar and back-up vocals, and I'll be bassist and lead vocals (me? lead singer? wierd ass shit.). Mckayla wants to learn drums, so Eli's gonna teach her and learn guitar so we might end up switching later on (O.o Weird ass shit, again). We don't have a name, and we all agree that we don't need one just yet -- but get this, we have a few *songs*. After Eli let us go Mckayla and I sat around and wrote down some lyrics and got some tunes. The girl is a goddess when it comes to lyrics, this is gonna be loads and loads of fun.

I'm worried come Candace's reaction, though. I need to call her, tommorrow. I'm scared. --;
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 10:40 PM

 
Meh. I've gotten an extention on aforementioned report until I can get my ass up to a library and look schtuff up. Blegh.

I feel very shitty right now. Schoolwork has a tendency to do that to me.

On another note, Linkin Park kicks ass. I've been ordered to download everything I can from them by Steve, Greg, AND Juan, I believe. I finally did so today, being in a very LP-ish mood. Very awesome.

I'm now going to go finish the Punkish layout, finally.
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 5:41 PM

 
School is evil.

Reports on comas are evn more evil. I mean, seriously, comas have to be one of the most boring subjects ever. Blagh.
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 2:50 PM

 
*work, work, work*

I'm totally revamping quite a few sections of Punkish, so it's taking a bit longer than expected.

There are lots of additions to the picture/cam section --



























Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 12:57 PM

 
Soo . . . tired.

Damn child got me up early, this morning.

The new layout for Punkish is almost ready to face the world. Fun, no?
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 9:18 AM

Thursday, September 06, 2001

 
I would just like to express my deep happiness with myself right now. I kick a lot of butt. I figured it out all by myself. And with minimal cursing! Yaaaay for Razi! Yaaay for Aly! Dance!


And onto cooler, more groovy things. I am still overjoyed at my triumph over the evil that is blogger FTPing, though.

Fwee. Actually, there isn't much to say. Talked to Steve for a while, today. He was cool as hell, like always. Talked to Mckayla for about an hour, that was great as always. Emerged victorious after a long, hard battle with blogger. And got hit on by the pizza man. O.o; I swear. I'm not making this up. Mom ordered pizza, and when I opened the door to give him the cash and get our food, he checked me out! I kinda smiled at him, becuase he was cute, and then handed him his cash. He grinned back, and gave me the pizzas, and introduced himself as Jason. I said I was Aly, and that was that. I think he just wanted a nice tip, though.

I expect to get bachlorette party jokes when I tell Candace. -.-;

I've also discovered crack in game form, once again. Tropico -- you get to be dictator of a Carribean Island. I suck at it, like I do all computer games, but it's still damn funny. Hooray for rather lame, unviolent simulation civilization games! I don't do the fighting thing, becuase I get to into the games and end up spazzing out when the games get intense. I'm fucked in the head like that.

I need to talk to Candace about the Halloween costume thing. And to my mother/grandmother about the small-party-at-gramma's-house, involving Kevin Smith movies and a few friends. I never DID have a birthday bash, ya know.
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 9:55 PM

 
Oh my god. Oh MY god! I finally figured out Blogger! Holy fucking gerbils! DANCE! DANCE, you fools! Yes! Oh lord, it's Darwin's Grab Bag! I have conquered my fears, baby! Oooooooh yea!
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 9:33 PM

 
. . . Maybe I do.

I posted that, saying I didn't have it figured out, and BAM! It worked. Let's see if it continues.

This is way too confusing for my pour head. ;_;
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 9:31 PM

 
No, no I don't. Fuck.
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 9:30 PM

 
. . .

I might have it half figured out.
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 9:20 PM

 
I. Hate. Blogger.
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 9:19 PM

 
Grr.
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 9:19 PM

 
Curses on Blogger. I hate it, right now.
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 9:18 PM