does this movie look amazing or what?

i love late nights. wooka.

what a fucking nuts day.

i'm not tired because i've consumed so much grease/sugar/coffee. after blogging earlier today, i met up with margaret and katherine at starbucks around 6:30 to study for this massive history review test we have tomorrow. i'm really glad we did that because i study SO badly on my own. katherine and i were there till closing time at 11, and margaret had left only half an hour or so before that. it was crazy studying like woah. we got a LOT done, and talked only a minimal amount, but what we did say was great. i love talking to margaret. we discussed what a great mom she'd be, and we talked about parents, and about college, and people, and it was just all in a very good way. maybe because of the spring and the wind and the nice everything. i still have all my regular homework to do, and still fucking chemistry make-up work that i've been avoiding. gahhhh. i failed that test today.
brandon brandon puppy love, i'm so sorry i missed your call AGAIN. we were at starbucks and the phone was in my bag, and i wouldn't have been able to talk anyway. but margaret really enjoyed listening to the message. she thought your voice was great.
CRAZY UNTIRED ALANNA HAD 2.3 COFFEES AT STARBUCKS. PLUS WATER. AND A CRACKER. AOWIGHPAOWGHPOWAHGPOHAWPOGHPWOAIEH.

listening to: got rice, bitch?

every day this week, i've missed calls from brandon on my cell phone. i feel very bad about that, and love, i'm sorry. one of the times, he called at 9:08 and i turned on my phone and got his message at 9:10. it was sad stuff, but i had too much work to call him back. maybe tonight will be the charm of the week. i'm rambling, and okay.

this week is full of spring, and i love it. alice, brock, and i went to ck's after school and had milkshakes and grease. i rubbed all over alice's soft-ass arm, and brock rubbed all over mine. it was very nice. nobody rubs me but laylee, so that in itself was exciting.
I'M A MEATBALL I'M A MEATBALL

a good afternoon! i'll come back later.

DRUM FUND IS OVER

after school and BYB club, katherine and i headed over to robin's pad to pick up/pay for our new (for us, at least) set of DRUMS. the whole thing was in a wheelbarrow in her backyard next to pink flamingoes, daffodils, and a long-neglected pool. robin's dad showed us basically how to set them up. he was a really cool guy, and kept saying what crappy drums they were. we got our snare, tom, bass, sticks, cymbals, and infinite amount of stands into katherine's hotass honda, and presented the contract we had written only minutes before. mr. goodwin considered the proposition, and rejected it. $40 was too much for these drums, apparently. it turns out that the snare was the only thing decent in the whole kit, and was the only thing he even wanted to make us pay for. but for some reason (embarassment?) he GAVE THEM ALL AWAY! we were ecstatic. so ecstatic that i attempted to drum on the glove compartment to alice's mix allll the way home. we set up the drums in the comics/futon/blue/Alan's Writing Room and tried to mess around for a while. but, as sleater-kinney would remind us, "good things never wanna stay," and we had to study for history. we called brock and of course, he had to drum for a bit as soon as he got over here. we tried to watch these american revolution tapes, but nearly fell asleep. even though the little old man was super hot. we then took turns reading aloud from the study guide, but such a group as ours is easily distracted, so we got very little accomplished. so little that i really don't need to be blogging right now, because i should be studying still. pictures to come when the server revives... listening to: swans - big strong boss

TODAY SUCKED.

ONE AND A HALF HOURS OF SLEEP, MAYBE. I'M TRYING TO FORGET. NO MORE QUESTIONS.
good things:
-february and the winter months are dead and gone.
-though it rained all night, the day was beautiful and sunny.
-we had a jumping contest after school, which brock obviously won, his little head hitting the blue painted sky. but he LIFTED ME so that i would win! he LIFTED ME like a real lift! ohhhhh my.
-tomorrow is dr. seuss and eileen's birthday.
-morgan read "horton hears a hoo" aloud to us in the car
-i got a sonic reese's blast, and i'm enjoying myself.
-i got my amazon packages that weren't supposed to come until march 11, and that makes me happy.
-this week feels like a relief, even though i can tell it won't be.
-WE ARE BUYING DRUMS FOR $45 FROM ROBIN'S DAD. HOLY SHIT.

listening to: dirty power - hate my way (throwing muses cover)

the server is acting up right now, but when it comes back you should be able to check out pictures from friday's PONO NITE and last night with brittany. but for now, i've got too much work (and brandon) to be able to blog right. so you have to wait.

if everyone could please listen to "the key" by kristin hersh, it would be very much appreciated because i want to make a video for it. so if you could think about images and ideas and whatever comes into your head when you listen to it, and give me suggies, it would be very much appreciated.

listening to: pixies - subbacultcha

Barefoot- free, rebellious, and wild, you hate
boundries and rules. You tend to be on the
crazy side and often sweep people up along with
you. You are most likely the leader of your
group of friends.
What Kind of Shoe Are You?
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last night i had an adventure with a bottle of lemonade... thank you, brett hanover.

i think you forgot that we should be friends
i think you forgot to call me again
today/night sucks and i want to die. i'm thinking of running around in the cold outside with a camera... probably not.

listening to: 7 year bitch - the midst

anyone up for ditching this dump? with me?

many of you already know that i was not in attendance at white station today. unfortunately for me, i missed the pan-african program, and my damned oral presentation in history. this morning at about 4:15am, i was gladly starting on my last article for the engilsh project. i can't remember why, but i opened up the last one i had done, and it was ... gone. of course. not in the sense of "hello, i am the devil computer, and i just ate your damn file. sorry?" but "hello i am the text file and i am only one paragraph now." i nearly died. i looked through all the recent files and all the auto-saved stuff to see if it would resurface, but to no avail. i decided there was no way that at 4:30 i could redo that essay and finish the others. first i thought i'd just finish everything else, and just be missing an article. i decided to start printing out my history stuff in the mean time, and surprise! when i opened it, my outline was there but everything else was gone. i sat there for a minute, and then went the fuck to bed. about an hour and 15 minutes later, mom was waking us up for school. i could barely move i was so tired, but i managed to get out of bed and show her my dead files. she let me stay home to work on them, but i went back to bed because i could barely stand. guess when alanna wakes up? 2:45pm, when her cell phone starts ringing. fuck fuck. i am too afraid to open any of my other files, because i'm afraid they'll all be gone. i haven't gotten anything done and i want to die. awoeihpaoeghopwahgpiwhoe

two more articles!
one more essay!
oral presentation to tweak!
MASS AMOUNTS OF PRINTING!
EXODUS!!!

i want everyone to listen to "the key" by kristin hersh RIGHT NOW with no exceptions because it's the most beautiful song in the world ever, and it never fails to make me a little bit happy. i want to do a video to that song, if i can think of anything good enough...
YES, I'M WORKING!

GOAL: 1 hour of sleep tonight
MET: 30 minutes of accidental nappage
CURRENT CONDITION: near dead, and attempting to sustain myself with gross slimfast product

my stomach is full of waffle finally, and my head is full of sleep, and my hands are full of type type type. this is bad bad bad. i want to be beds.

i've been looking at all these pictures of the gay marriages going on, and i'm crying again.
see for yourself.
some of you have heard this story, but i want to tell it so that i'll remember it for myself later. the other night i stayed up really late doing homework, and i walked into the kitchen where i found this rainbow "THANK YOU" note. it was from our lesbian neighbors karen and lois, who recently adopted a baby boy from russia. mom had given them some books for him, hence the note. the first paragraph was your standard "we love the books!" response, but the second was something about "thank you so much for supporting us... we're so glad to have friends like you who understand" etc. it being very late, i couldn't get it through my head that there should be anything wrong with what they are and how they live... i knew that there were things up against them, but at 2am i really couldn't understand why. i got very upset.
and now i'm looking at these pictures, which are so beautifully happy and at the same time really upsetting. i don't know.

listening to: frou frou - track 3(?)

AAGHHHHH!!! WHY!!!?!????
the pro bono video looks awful. let's all hope i forget to bring it to school tomorrow.