happy 15th birthday, bloggy!

just discovered that i can look at statistics about who reads this blog, and i realized it isn't only me... most of my readers use windows..?!
i know you are out there, and you better start commenting.

revamp

any thoughts on this new layout? still under construction.. it is one of the premade blogger ones, so i don't know.. it's kinda neat i guess. i dont know, i might just switch it back, who knows. i was getting tired of that old one, though. too much empty space, plus it was on here for like 6 years. that's pretty long, for a layout.

so i am probably maybe gonna change the url of this blog because it's not anonymous at all anymore, now that the blog name has become my email address and username for everything. and what's the point of keeping this thing off google if people can still find it really easily? so... if you want to keep reading, comment on this post or email me. that means you.

hmm

i just switched over to the new version of blogger. because blogger wouldn't let me login if i didn't do it... it seems pretty cool so far. the only reason i hadn't done it yet was because it switches over not only my account, but my team blogs as well, so i had to remove myself from the art party blog to do this... and now i can't get back on. really sucks. this is life, i guess. everything continues to suck and nothing works the way it should.
so yeah, i'm not too happy about the general state of things right now. every night i go to bed hoping that i won't wake up, and by the time i wake up, i've forgotten that and just do the whole deal all over again. it's really lame. i kind of hate that hope always comes back. it would be easier if it just went away and stayed there.
i am at work. there's not much work to be done here in the library right now... i have lots of things i should be doing for school, but none of my important reading is with me. i should probably go, either way.
it's weird to be blogging. maybe i'll keep it up a little.

i want this to read like a letter

HAPPY NEW YEAR.
we got home a few hours ago. i opened the blogger window and stared blankly. now here i am again attempting to speak.
jackson was nice and awkward as usual, but it only lasted 1.3 days. alma, georgia and its inhabitants are the same as ever, too, but i had a better time than i usually do. i wonder why that is. i've decided i'm exaggerating. at least it leaves me with a nice memory. you can see pictures by my cousin rachel, morgan, and i at this location shortly.
i hope all you babies are having a great break.

listening to: weeping tile - in the road

we wait for our plans to come true

this is one of those weekends that i really don't want to be documented, through blogger or otherwise. i guess it was important in some ways... but guess what? you don't get to hear about them. i leave you with but one final discovery this evening:
i could live on mac and cheese.
(and if you just GOTTA have more juicy tidbits from my life, you can read my post from a week ago which i finally finished.)

listening to: throwing muses- serene

as you can see, i'm playing around with these new blogger layout things. i'm also checking out the blogger comment system, so flex your wings, wiggle your toes, and let me know what you think of it. eileen's already told me she hates it, so we'll see. the plus about it is that the comments won't be fucking deleted after a month the way they would on the haloscan comments... i still have all the haloscan stuff and i can bring it back really easily, but you guys are the ones who are commenting so let me know which you prefer. also let me know about the layout. i'll probably be messing with it a bit this week. yes.
i saw trainspotting last night.

wow

i think i like this new blogger. what do you kids think? i'm enjoying myself.

sorry i didn't blog yesterday, kiddies.
just found a pretty awesome layouts site. it's hosted on the same place that i got this layout, but it's actually a searchable database of lots of different webdesigners. pretty fucking cool, and the layouts aren't half bad. the only problem is that (from what i have seen so far) they're all done in diaryland codes, so if you are a blogger kid, you have to mess with the html more than you might like to. i can help you out though, don't hesitate to ask. wootie woot.
yesterdayyyy i had an evil oral presentation in history. i don't really know how it went, but whitney said i sounded like i knew what i was talking about, and ms. ervin hugged me?? it was fucking nuts. she went at me full-frontal, and i hugged back. i can't even imagine what it looked like. but aside from that, yesterday was pretty nice. the presentation wasn't even that bad.
we also had a pep ralley. i sat next to brock until he left, and also laylee and becca. sitting next to them was funny because we basically just watched seniors that they liked. my friend whitney is a cheerleader ho ho ho and she is hilarious. especially during the pom pom routine, she was EXTREMELY over the top and "cheerleader! woowoo!" and she kept making "EAT DIRT" jokes at me and doing the cow dance. very funny to me.
after school, some kids were supposed to go hang out at lauren henry's house, but we had to go to my house and get the camera first. then lauren's mom drove lauren, lauren's sister sally, alice, brock, allison, and me to el mezcal. i had forgotten my money at home hahahah and just got water. i wasn't that hungry, anyway. i really need to learn to eat. i had had only one cracker all day and didn't eat anything else until like 8:30.
then we went to lauren h's house, and we filmed lots of silly silly things. allison and i sang dictator, but it was definitely not one of our best takes. allison had a guitar for some reason, which was funny, and she added a sort of repeated "go eat some fucking yogurt" thing that happened 3 or so times. but we haven't sang it for a really long time, so the lines were kinda off. i was NOT at my highest energy level, having gone to bed at like 3, and then 1 or so every other night of the week. so i need to learn to sleep, too. but it was great. maybe soon there will be some pictures up on the little random picture thing from there. who knows. it was a really nice night, though. even with my lack of energy, allison and i had a race as two of our favorite parody characters, the blankinship and the dragonkitty respectively. i am not sure who won. but after the race bit, we had something of a fight... i split allison's jeans and her lip. it was really hardcore, but i feel awful about it.
we also watched this old tape of katie robbins' 8th grade birthday party, which was hilarious. all the girls looked exactly the same, and the guys all looked tiny. there was an orgy, and it was hilarious. we also watched allison's tape of an ancient dance recital in which a girl collapses on another girl's head, and it's fucking funny. we ran around the backyard as power rangers and also reenacted the famous whitney's fall from the famous roof. (wow i have talked about 3 whitneys today, this is insane.)
inside, we danced around to this crazy techno-ass songs and it was hella funny. we also did this dance thing of allison's which was too much fun.g whahahe.
everyone had planned on going to the football game, but brock and i got picked up by my mom before that. i really wasn't in the mood, and a football game is no place to hang out with people, to me. surrounded by people you hate. shudder. plus, the battery on my camera was dead by then, and i didn't want to be at the game with no way of filming katherine and the drumline.
brock and i tried to call a few people, but none of them picked up. and everyone else was at the football game ahahaha. it was kind of ironic, i guess. wanting to hang out with people, instead of go to the game, and then that's where everyone else was. ah well. that's life. i'm still glad we didn't go, though. instead, we went to starbucks where a guy had fallen asleep in the drive-thru. it was really funny. i'm glad it was funny because otherwise it would've been bad, if something had happened to him in the driveway and he'd passed out. but he had just dozed off hahaha. mom went and woke him up, she's so nice. also ironic that right now she's talking to me about why she feels terrible as a mother, and how i'm RURNT.
ran into billy while walking to starbucks. luckily we didn't have to talk or anything because we were going opposite directions.
i ended up not even getting anything at starbucks. i figured if we were going to backyard burger to get something to eat, the coffee would clash. i'm so silly. but i'm glad, because i got a CHOCOLATE MILKSHAKE at bb. i love those motherfuckers. then we went by black lodge and rented three movies. when we got home, i showed mom the "here comes your man" video while brock was on the phone with his mom. she kept saying "i love this band! i wish i'd known about them in the 80s! this is a great video!" which made me really happy. imagine if she HAD known about them in the 80s, and i was raised on the pixies. imagine if i had seen them live, as a bouncing babe. man, my whole life would be different. i bet i'd have a band by now.
brock found my report card on the coffee table, and i felt fucking ret@rd*d and ashamed. we put on "pink flamingoes" which only mom had seen before. it was really different from what she remembered, and she said later that she was really emmbarrassed to have rented it for us. i like the fact that they only had one shot for every seen. but that's about it. brock left the room to blog, and mom and i took off that movie and put on "say anything" because john cusack is god. morgan and dad came home from rehearsal, and morgan left like 20 seconds later to spend the night at foot's. then brock's mom came to pick him up. at that point all my energy just swam out into the universe. i nearly fell asleep on the couch. i liked listening to "say anything" though, so i stayed in there. and i intended to go get on the computer, too. at one point i realized mom had gone to bed, and dad had replaced her on the couch next to me. he is THE loudest eater, and was eating these chips really really loudly, so i couldn't hear the movie anymore. i told him 4 times to quit eating so loudly. he didn't.
me: YOU ARE THE LOUDEST EATER!
dad: where are you going?
me: TO BED!!!
it was depressing, but i was really tired anyway, and i really need the sleep. pretty funny that friday was the only night this week i went to bed at a decent hour (11pm).
woke up this morning and was sort of staring at the sun on the bed, when mom brought me the phone. yayy it was katie! she is coming over at 5 to spend the night. i'm really excited. again, anybody have suggestions for something exciting to do?
i also planned to cd-shop with brock today. and the invitation for anybody who would like to hang out with me and katie is still very open.
i need to go to driving school.
here's a shout-out to Anonymous. don't know who you are, and don't really care to.

listening to: a Jane Siberry album my mom is playing in the kitchen

i have really been neglecting the blog today, and i should be neglecting it even more right now. damn blogger already deleted half of my post already. i am supposed to be working on history right now, and i sort of am, half-assedly. while eating ice cream. and wearing my mother's/father's old plaid robe. mmm.
today was report card day. i hate my grades like i hate myself. they really need to get better, but i'm too stupid to fix them. the only grade that really disappointed me was ap english. the whole thing was mostly brought down by one stupid assignment i didn't do. so it's humanly impossible for alanna stewart to write and makes notes and highlight in books, so what?! no reason for me to have a 70 test average, i'll tell you that. and the tex wex also, apparently, takes off points for being absent. at white station, we spartans learn that our grades are much more important than our own wellbeing, much less the health of our fellow students. i hate my existence. i hate even more that my schedule is NOT that hard. some kids are taking 5 APs this year. i am taking 2 aps, 2 classes that most kids took last year, 1 deafeningly easy language class that i still can't make an A in, and a motherfucking study hall. and i complain. someone shoot me.
we also had clubs today. i went with laylee, becca, robin, and jenny to munter's club, junior states of america. i don't think we are going to go back. it's all debate and horrifying. ted and alone boy were there. aahaha. i was very glad to see that they didn't know each other and weren't sitting together.
brock and i had a huge fight at lunch. i think i pissed him off a lot. i don't know how to stop something when it needs to be over like 6 days ago.
laylee and kevin laughed at me after school, and kevin had a beautiful smoothy pig marble. i love those kids. becca and i had a looooong wonderful hug. it was very nice. allison, brock, and i had an orgy, but i was just an intrusion. brock lets lauren dunn give him really really long hugs. they look really nice. i'm jealous.
elise IMed me to ask me a history question and it had to ask me if i wanted to accept the message. it was strange. after that plus a huge pause, i told her i liked her last poem. mostly i said it because i had been thinking about it. there were parts of it that actually reminded me of myself, and i basically wanted her to either admit it was about me, or reassure me that it was about one of her new friends. as it turns out, she did write it for me. it is nice to know that i'm not just fucking paranoid or something. but yeah it was sort of weird seeing her view of this whole situation like that. i mean it's not like we would've talked about it, because of said situation. oh well. i'm happy, and i'm sure elise is too.
called brock to ask him again what the math homework was. i've done that every night this week, and at LEAST once last week. poor kid. and as previously stated, god knows it's impossible for me and brock to exist and not talk for 230957 years. which is what we did. i feel really bad because i distracted him from his homework, and he didn't get to work on his oral presentation tonight. guilt guilt guilt. but, as always, talking to brock on the phone made my night way better. that and listening to the first throwing muses album and mint chocolate chip ice cream and this nice robe just take the cake. all the way to the traffic light, where they threw it at the policemen, passing by on horses.
mom came in to tell me to do homework. that is, she picked up the cat and sat next to me on the futon and picked the cat for fleas.
mom: who are you talking to?
me: brock
mom: how did he do on his report card?
me: do you want to ask him?
so brock and mom had a lovely conversation, in which mom asked brock about his classes and promised twice that she "won't tell alanna!" and that she's worried about me because i'm fucking dumb. so dumb she blogs at 11:30pm, with piles of homework left to spit on! beautiful life. oh yeah, my yellow underwear are now purple in some places because of all that permanent marker that has been on my stomach+ area for the past couple days. how fucking funny is that? i want to hang that shit on my wall.
who the fuck is dartmouth vs. woodward?

listening to: whatever is wafting out of morgan's room. she listens to music really really loud when she's going to bed... awwww she's listening to becca! how cute. so THAT'S where my cd went.

(this post was actually written late at night a few days ago, but blogger keeps going down when i try to post it.)

god i've been totally neglecting my blog this week.... my eyes are falling out right now, but i really wanted to post about the tori/bed show. on monday we woke up early, picked up elise, and drove to atlanta. we made it in less than 7 hours, when we had been anticipating 8. we ate at chick-fil-a and played spot-the-tori-fan. we got to the show relatively early, which was nice because parking was incredibly difficult. the show was in an outdoor amphitheatre in the middle of this park. we had pretty good seats -- they were the best ones left when dad ordered them. elise and morgan got shirts right as we entered, and dad got the new ben folds EP. he's doing this thing where he just releases a bunch of EPs in a row instead of albums, which i think is really really stupid because i loathe EPs. i think whoever invented EPs is an idiot asshole. why the fuck would i want to buy an EP which is the equivalent of less than half an album, or contains a few songs already on an LP plus a couple obscure tracks that the band didn't like enough to put on the real record. what the fuck. who wants to waste money on that shit. so fuck ben folds' EP idea, because i think it's shit. i wouldn't buy 5 damn ben folds EPs when i could just buy 2 albums. and anyway i wouldn't buy his albums in the first place, so there's no issue here. anyway. elise got a green ben folds shirt that says "rock this bitch" and morgan got the tori amos lottapianos tour shirt, which is very cute. after i show i got the "crazy" tori shirt, which is nice but i actually saw somebody with a shirt i would've liked better. i should've checked out the other booth. ah well. ANYWAY. so once we found our seats and got settled in we barely had to wait at all before ben folds came out, very unceremoniously. i liked his nonchalance about the whole thing he seemed very geek, which i like as well. but he was also a total performer -- he managed to have a rockstar stance, even sitting/standing at the piano bench. something i'm still trying to figure out whehter i liked or not: he was solo, so it was just him and the piano obviously. sometimes he'd try to get the audience to sing the horn parts or something on the songs, and teach them to us before the song and then sort of try to cue us in when the time came. it was fun and all, i guess, but i hate that it was an imitation of hte studio versions of the songs. if he wanted saxophone, why didn't he bring along his saxophonist friends? the more i think about it the more it bugs me. the crowd was obviously NOT there for ben folds... there was a lot of chitchat during his set, and through the whole thing people were still coming in and out. it really bugged me that people were being so disrespectful, and elise kept saying "I HATE THIS CROWD!" when people weren't incredibly enthusiastic about singing the horn bits, or hearing certain songs or something. i thought that was very silly. what can you expect from a crowd wanting to see tori amos? i don't think that a lot of tori fans are big ben folds fans, and for a lot of people those are two very different kinds of music. ben folds is, in a lot of ways, totally opposite from tori. as stated, he's a total geeky little performer guy and he stood on the piano and tried to make us sing along and all that. his lyrics are nice, but very opposite from tori's style (and i'm sorry, i absolutely love her lyrics). same with his piano skillz. he played for about an hour, and it was nice, but i really don't like him any more than i did before the show.... which isn't all that much. i, like most of the kids there, know a few ben folds songs but am not that greatly intruiged by them. he's a whiny white guy, what else is there to say? elise said that his set was very good, and i trust her because she knew every song he played. i can't find a list of the songs right now, but they should put one up at this site soon. anyway. bravo, ben folds. you were a funny kid.
we didn't have to wait long at all before tori came onstage. before she entered, there was a ‘voiceover' kinda deal of "wampum prayer" before the band came in. they started to play before tori flittered out onto the stage wearing ... well she looked like a little flame from where we were. she was in orange and yellow...? i remember how it looked in my head, but i can't translate it into real colors, oddly enough. she opened with "a sorta fairytale" which seemed so very obvious, but i didn't really mind. she played a LOT from scarlet's walk. in the past when i've seen bands/artists promoting their new album, they don't tend to play THAT much material from it. in fact, she didn't play anything from choirgirl... it was like when ani played nothing from not a pretty girl when i saw her at new daisy. oh well, it was okay. unlike with the ani situation, choirgirl is NOT my favorite album, by far. the set was really good, though as i said, a little too much scarlet for me. i wish i could've seen her a few years ago... oh well, too bad for me. i wish i was older. i won't go into it right now because then i'd just get depressed about missing the entire riot grrrl movement. ohhhh. anyway. the way they were set up, tori had one main piano and she could turn around on the bench(?) and play another piano, or a keyboard. sometimes she played two different ones at once, and it was quite awesome. there were times when just the band would be playing and she sort of supported herself on the two pianos, with her back to the audience... like i've read, a tori show is a very magical experience. i loved hearing different versions of familiar songs -- she played some classic solo ones with the band, and some classic band ones solo, so change is good. the lighting was very high-tech, also. i really love lighting at shows, because i think that even if it's cheap as shit, it can be really powerful. no lighting is nice too, but you know what i mean. it's just so very *rockstar* and i love that kind of thing. i'd love to do lights for a muisican. or be a roadie. or be in a fucking band. where is my damn band? somebody come over and bring any sick excuse for an instrument that you have got. anyway i guess it would be really sickening for me to go through the whole set list, when you can read it here. elise knew about 7 songs, i think, not counting the covers -- "i'm on fire" by bruce springsteen, "nights in white satin" by the moody blues, and an improv break into "feel the earth move" by carole king, in the middle of tori's song "take to the sky." i think elise would've at least recognized some more songs if she'd been listening to the albums we played in the car all the way to atlanta, but that's not my problem. the last song of the set was "precious things" which was amazing of course. that's a really intense song, and as it turns out, even more so live, what with tori grabbing her crotch and singing/playing a lot more fiercely than the album version. i think on the first few listens to that song, it's really easy to miss the anger, which is such the driving force for the song. oh and also during "father lucifer" (SO glad she played that!) she gave the finger to the "girls who eat pizza and never gain weight" which i loved, because it's a great line, even though it made me feel silly for being skinny. hahaa oh well. she left the stage briefly, and of course returned shortly, with two songs for an encore. first she played "god" which also felt a little obvious. she also fucked up one of the lines, which was amusing, and later in the song, instead of "god, sometimes you just don't come through," sang "tori, sometimes you just don't come through, girl." that was amusing. then she played "mary" and left the stage again. i'm very glad she came back for a second encore, because i think "mary" would've been a very disappointing close for hte evening. she came back and played an uber-long version of "space dog" featuring the andromeda improv opener, which made me REALLY happy. i'd sort of vibed for her to play that all night. that and "doughtnut song" which she played directly after. and right after THAT, as the final song, she played "your cloud" (which is the song that reprsents Memphis on teh scarlet's walk album) so i think i was just sending subliminal messages to tori through that end bit. it was a sweet little close. all in all, she'd only played one song i didn't know -- a b-side called "tombigbee" which i quite enjoyed. 8/24 songs from scarlet which has been my least favorite album, actually, but maybe i'll appreciate it more after having heard/seen some of it live. i have much better appreciation for the song "nights in white satin" now that i have heard tori's version. well okay. maybe not appreciation. but tori can make anything sound sincere, genuine, and beautiful (instead of the world's cheesiest piece of shit song ever). i was SO glad that she played "bells for her," also, because i'd really been in the mood for that one in the car on the way to atlanta earlier that day. also the way she ennunciates "blaaaan-ket" in the live version is so lovely. oh tori i hardly knew ye. why did you go and leave me? she played only 3 songs from pele which really is my favorite album, i think, even thoguh all the critics say it is the most "challenging" and "difficult" one. they like to generalize it because it's the one that was made after tori broke up with an important boyfriend, the way that they generalize jagged little pill into being so intensely angry. fucking critics. i'd be the best critic ever. not really, because my reviews would end up being exactly like this. i like that tori's b-sides are just as important as her album tracks. most of them are b-sides because they didn't want to be on the albums, according to tori. she played 4 of those, and i was proud to know 3 of them. the tori audience is, as i have discovered, NOT a dancing one. maybe it was just the venue or something, but we remained in our seats the whole time. i would've liked to stand for part of the time, maybe, but i would've been blocking the view for kids behind me and i didn't want to be rude. maybe we were just in the wrong part of the crowd, or something. but the dancing mostly consisted of rocking back and forth in one's seat. the amphitheatre sported 2 huge-screen TVs on either side of the stage, and they had quite a few nice close-ups of tori looking incredibly elfish and beautiful. i really enjoyed her solo set (3 songs) in the middle of the show, but i thought the band was great fun to watch. the bassist sometimes played this crazy thing that looked like a tiny upright bass.... no idea what that was. and sometimes the drummer played with mallets, rather than sticks. he also could play the bongos with one hand and the maracas with the other, which probably isn't that great, but impressed the hell out of me.
the show was amazing, and i'm so glad we went. it was really strange getting in the car afterwards, where we'd actually been listening to "father lucifer" on boys for pele and sort of thinking "wow this voice was just a human flame on that stage." or maybe it was just really late and i was tired. we stopped at some gas station to eat food and change into our uniforms before falling asleep on the long trip back to memphis. and at school, i wasn't even that tired. imagine that.

listening to: tori amos - the doughnut song
(dear god, go download this song. okay at least read the lyrics. it's amazing.)

what matters is your uniform

well blogger just deleted my post and i'm really annoyed. it's taken me a while to come back and redo it but. at the time, mom had just come home (and gone back to work) with news of the "meeting." it turned out that she hadn't even had time to come by the house and get me. i'm really glad we didn't go film it. the anti-meeting consisted of mom giving the guy a (new) note, him reading it, and saying that they'd get back to us. mom did not seem very hopeful about it. she thinks she focused on all the wrong things. i'm going to post her note and you can tell me what you think:

"My concerns are:

1. The authoritarian atmosphere created by the school uniforms policy. Perhaps students are better behaved; they are also less exuberant.
2. The "us" versus "them" attitude promoted by the wearing of uniforms.
3. The increasingly "conformist" attitude towards thinking in classes. The school uniform policy is, contrary to what the school administrators say, fostering an attitude of "we should all think alike." This is especially troubling to me since Memphis, in contrast to other places I have lived, is a city that does not tolerate diversity of opinion well. The schools should be fostering individual thinking, not succumbing to peer pressure.

I have supported my daughter's decision to pursue exemption from the school uniform policy precisely because I believe that at fifteen, she should be learning how to think independently. I have encouraged her to make her own decisions, and not to follow the crowd. If I backed out now, what would I be teaching her? I believe that the process she is experiencing right now is an invaluable lesson about how the world works, regardless of what the outcome is. I am only sorry to see what she seems to be learning is that people in power aren't always thinking people, and that people in power sometimes use that power to bully others. A few teachers and administrators have seen the school uniform policy as an opportunity to throw their weight around.

While this policy may work in the short term, studies show it will not have any great long-term effects. We seem to be focused on the short term that we are risking the life lessons our children should be learning. Learning to make appropriate decisions about clothing would be better than instituting a narrow uniform policy.

4. The Memphis City School Board did not follow recommended procedures for implmenting the policy. There was no discussion with parent and teacher groups before this policy was established. The arbitrary notion that a school uniform policy would improve our scools is fallacious. School uniforms should be part of an in-depth adjustment of school environments.

Thank you for allowing my voice, and my daughter's voice, to be heard.

Leslie Jacobs and Alanna Stewart."

aww blogger is dyign

i agree with bly: blogger is pmsing.
this better not be fucking permanent!
i should file a complaint.

OH MY GOD I POSTED FROM BLOGGER BOT. THE DAMN FELLOW KEEPS SIGNING OFF

Super Saiyan AJ: sweet deal
Super Saiyan AJ: i'm not so sure i like having nipples
Super Saiyan AJ: though...i'd look weird without them
Super Saiyan AJ: *ponders*
Super Saiyan AJ: ....i guess i'll keep them...
Super Saiyan AJ: but i still say they're weird
aLittleStarlight: ahahahhahahahahahaa
aLittleStarlight: ahahahahahaa
aLittleStarlight: youre hilarious
aLittleStarlight: i love you guys
Super Saiyan AJ: haha
aLittleStarlight: mr. nipple
aLittleStarlight: aka aj
aLittleStarlight: aka mr. krinkle the whorepig
Super Saiyan AJ: i'm a whorepig?
Super Saiyan AJ: neato
Super Saiyan AJ: whats my going rate?
Super Saiyan AJ: caps lock, a way of keeping your hat on your head
Super Saiyan AJ: much like, the hat-club
aLittleStarlight: ahahahahahahaaha
Super Saiyan AJ: the blooga-dee-doo
Super Saiyan AJ: son of a bitch man
Super Saiyan AJ: dammit
Super Saiyan AJ: and so on and so forth
Super Saiyan AJ: and my pants are far too hot
Super Saiyan AJ: *grumble*
Super Saiyan AJ: i enjoy bellyaching
Super Saiyan AJ: it's like...relaxing
Super Saiyan AJ: guess what
aLittleStarlight: what
Super Saiyan AJ: i cant log into blogger
aLittleStarlight: damn
Super Saiyan AJ: i dont exist anymore
aLittleStarlight: X_X
Super Saiyan AJ: yeah
Super Saiyan AJ: it's a bummer
Super Saiyan AJ: or
Super Saiyan AJ: i'll use my powers to call my squirrle friends
Super Saiyan AJ: el
Super Saiyan AJ: whatever
Super Saiyan AJ: however
Super Saiyan AJ: dont correct me!!!
Super Saiyan AJ: i'm in
Super Saiyan AJ: far out
Super Saiyan AJ: damn the man!
Super Saiyan AJ: and then bobby hill put his head back and his neck looked like a pack of hotdogs
Super Saiyan AJ: and then we laughed
aLittleStarlight: hahhahhaha
aLittleStarlight: holy shit



Super Saiyan AJ: yeah well
Super Saiyan AJ: i'm hot as hell in these pants
aLittleStarlight: take them off then
Super Saiyan AJ: and then i shall be almost nekkid
Super Saiyan AJ: at which point my mom will come up
Super Saiyan AJ: and go "you're cybering arent you?"
aLittleStarlight: LAHAHAHHAAHAA
aLittleStarlight: well of course
Super Saiyan AJ: and then "argh!" *phone line explodes*

WHY DID BLOGGER NOT PUBLISH MY CHANGE ON THAT POST. DAMMIT.

I CANNOT POST.
MAD DOG GOD DAM.........
...............................................
so i'm reading 'jane eyre' now as well because my mom thinks it would be better for me to not have finished mythology when i go back to school than jane eyre, since that's more of a story. and the most important stuff in mythology is in the first chapter and i'm on page 208 in that. jane eyre is better than my 'friends' have said but who the hell can trust them, for liking misty crisco?!?! and they all HATE mythology and that makes me sob. as dad said, it should be the one we 'relate the most to' with all the tv shows and movies made out of mythology. like xena and hercules and shit. i know a lot of the stories already and i think i'm gonna have to reread sandman to catch all the little nuances which will be really really fun.
or a better word.
anyway, jane eyre has a really really slow start for what i've heard it to be about. its just opening up and i'm on page 100 and there's a lot crammed on every page. its by the same publishers as the monte cristo verison i had to read. damn you bantam book classics! and it has no illustrations either.
another thing that's wonderfully intersting about the myths, is seeing how things have evolved. like in fairy tales and all? things are much much less violent. the Chimaera, which is a fire-breathing monster with the front of a lioness, the end of a serpent, and the middle of a goat in the Greek myths, has diminshed to just 'a magical creature.' or some type of fantasy.
why does the singer lady in this song sound male?
and the centaurs also. they're very violent creatures.
i really love the way the gods are portrayed though. the greeks understood that NO ONE is perfect, least of all not the gods, who are full of imperfections. as well as representations. bacchus, for example. or uhm dionysus, the god of wine. theyre the same guy, for your information. but anyway. he's like a really jolly good-nature guy. until he's not. and then he's like ruthlessly violent. its showing two sides, and also the effects of the wine he represents.
oh and these followers of his are these wild women who run naked through the woods and eat the flesh of anything they come across.... the uhm maneads. or bacchalites. they killed orpheus.
well they kill him in some versions. in some, he was punished (not gonna get into that) into immortality and like his head is alive and seperate from his dismembered ... 'body'. which is pretty much nonexistant
well that's the version in sandman anyway. ahahahahahah. because there he's morpheus's son.
but in the book, he was uhm. killed. like really. and then the nymphs buried him. no wait.... not the nymphs, that was perkleahiaga whatever. the muses, i think, buried him. because calliope (muse of epic poetry... that's stories... for your information. sad fiends) is his mother. as she was in sandman. ooh and she had an issue in sandman too. i read that yes i did. and so should you!! and i like this song. what the hell is this.
eternal yay for diane izzo and her amazing voice of doom.
everyone go download 'wicked spell' by diane izzo. and if you can't find it, get anything else.
oh wait. nevermind. just go here. you can download it.
and uhm i'm gonna go try to change my updates. because i doubt blogger will let me publish this thing. so uhm i'll try to inform you guys from there.

i hate blogger.

blogger won't let me publish my page dammit.