Thursday, March 07, 2002

 
Okay, so I changed my mind. Shut up, I'm a chick, we get to do that.


First thing I changed my mind about:
Steve and I CAN work. Eeeep. He's amazing. Perfect. I love him. ^_____________________^


Second thing:
This is no longer a journal. This is a blog. I shall post strange and random things here, and probably rather rarely. I shall have another, more private journal that I'll only give you the URL to if you ask nicely and tell me I'm beautiful. ^_~ Okay, minus the compliment part. That's because a) blogger is a bitch to get into, b) I wanna jump on the bandwagon s'more. Hell yea.


So, in the light of that, I shall just say this:


"I would jump into the acid right the hell now just to save time, but then I wouldn't be able to hear your own horrible acidy screams of death." - Black Mage
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 10:11 PM

Wednesday, March 06, 2002

 
Hard To Handle - The Black Crows



Alright, rant time. Instead of throwing all my troubles at poor Juan, I'm gonna use this fucker for what it's for. I don't suggest reading on.



Why do I always fall for the assholes? Why do I always get involved with the horny, self-absorbed losers?

Grr, grr, grr, grr, grrrrr. Explanation: Steve just called. He was both high and on skittles, oh joy. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against weed or other illegal substances. That is, unless you call your clean, could-be-mistaken-for-hXe girlfriend while under the influence of such things and generally be a dickhead. Grrrr. He KNOWS I'm not exactly thrilled that he does skittles so often, and rarely reads the warning label on the damn meds to remind himself of exactly what danger he is putting himself in. Those things can really screw up your heart and stuff, you know. And he calls me when he's still not sure if he's standing up yet? How the hell did he dial my number? I guess that could be considered flattery, but when he called you to incoherently babble strange things and generally be a horny, immature idiot the whole flattery thing kinda gets buried in anger.


How am I supposed to stay with this boy? Between the drugs, the sex, (and yes, even the rock'n'roll), we're two VERY different people. Even when he's not meaning to make me feel that way, I'm feeling pressured and stressed over my lack-of-experience. I mean, this is the manwhore we're talking about here, he's done everything. And here I am, just getting my first kiss a few months ago. Dammit, how is this supposed to work out? How? And I keep getting paranoid, and everyone is telling me different things. And the big thing is almost every guy I know dislikes Steve and thinks I should leave him -- but almost every girl says this opposite. I don't know what that says about which gender, but it just makes it all the more confusing.


Well, I guess it'll all be revealed tommorrow. He's coming over, so we'll see how the interactions go. I haven't actually been around him since the kissing-another-girl incident, so maybe that'll define it all. I'm so fucking tired, and I feel like shit. I hope I'm not like this tomorrow. I should probably get to bed soon, so I can get up early to get ready. He'll be here at 11:00 am, roughly, so if I get up at 7:00 that gives me time to shower, blowdry, get dressed, and make breakfast before the kids get up. Then once they're settled I can do my makeup and hair and such.


Holy shit, listen to me. I'm all planning my wardrobe the day before and crap. O_o; I feel like a bimbo, or at least normal or something. Crap.
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 8:42 PM

 
Blaze Of Glory - Bon Jovi


My mother would be proud.

Anyway, just thought I'd remind everyone that the spiffy little quote up there is the navigation. Of course, most of the links don't work yet, but that's beside the point. For a list of what them cool links mean, click 'muffin' in the quote. Or just click here. Either way.
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 6:57 PM

 
Our Lips Are Sealed - The Go Go's



Can you hear them? They're talkin' bout us . . . Weeee.



Well, with the inspiration from Vec and Juan, I am kicking this little thing here back to life. I shall attempt to update more often. I haven't updated in forever, and I don't feel like telling you why so you'll have to deal. As for the update on what the hell is going on in my life, I'll make it short. Hopefully you'll use that brain you undoubtedly have hidden somewhere to use and figure it out.



I'm dating Steve, Eli may or may not be in PDG, and we may or may not be named PDG. Mckayla and I are also starting a home-made clothing line for fun by the name of 'Evil Muffin', because of an on-going inside joke between Juan and myself. Greg may or may not be in love with Ian, Ian may or may not be moving to South America (he's not). Greg also may or may not be getting married (sorta) in August, and Candace may or may not be in love with Morgen. Morgen may or may not me missing-in-action, and Daniel may or may not be scared of Veronica. Jen may or may not be going to bootcamp this summer, and she may or may not want to kill me. Lee may or may not still be in state, and either way he still scares me shitless. I may or may not quit saying 'may or may not'. Oh, and Mckayla and I are starting a comic strip called 'No Evil' which may or may not me the story of three girls who may or may not be superheroes and their five best friends who may or may not be criminally insane.



I'm sure that made sense to someone. Unfortunately, that person wasn't me. Oh well.



^.^ Bacon.
Aly was not drunk when she posted this at 6:23 PM