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i KNEW i would get this. is anyone else surprised? i like the idea of this quiz. i wonder what other choices there are? i took it with alternate answers and got:


If you were a Francesca Lia Block book, which one would you be? take the quiz here!
i'm not sure which one is more appropriate. what do you think? as a book, i like echo better. .....i think. SO HARD TO CHOOSE. ;_;

hey counterfeit fake
i watched pulp fiction. i'm not going to ramble this time, i promise. i don't really know what i thought about it. i'm glad i saw it, i think. there were parts that were really funny, obviously. it's a strange movie. a movie that everyone should see. but... odd. one thing that i thought was kinda weird was that the whole time we were watching it i kept thinking about violet from violet and claire by francesca lia block. violet wanted to be a directer and she wanted to direct a movie. she made some comments about how her movie would be something like pulp fiction. i have always associated that movie with that book and now i'm not sure what to think about violet's movie. i didn't imagine it like that. maybe i should read the book again.

aLittleStarlight: sorry i disappeared
Glee Rainstar: sokay whered yu go
aLittleStarlight: the bathroom
aLittleStarlight: only to discover that
aLittleStarlight: the biggest puddle of pee ever created is covering half my room
aLittleStarlight: and i literally waded into it.
Glee Rainstar: ew...!!

my sins: they only belong to me

this evening, while dad and i were watching pete and pete, right after i finished eating my spaghetti with clam sauce and i was about to get some organic apple juice, the doorbell rang. dad answered the door as i quickly tried to quickly rid myself of spaghetti with clam sauce smell. (i don't know if it worked, but i was tasting it for a huge portion of the evening. i wish i had gotten some apple juice earlier.) elise was dressed crazy great because it was dress up day at theatre camp or something. (i REALLY wish i'd brought the camera with me, but i'd thought we were going to be dancing.) her initial outfit was normal enough (shorts, tie-dye tank top) but she had on this great scarf thing and someone had colored her short, bleached hair with a pink crayola marker and given her crazy dark eye makeup. kevin asked where the dog was, meaning irie, meaning she's on vacation, sorry to disappoint him. so we went to the infamous shell in overton park, but the thing we had been planning to go to was cancelled due to rain. (it wasn't raining then, but it had been earlier.) so we drove around for a while. kevin tried to pawn me. eventually, when we ended up back at overton park and laughed at old people playing golf, we decided to go to peabody place, because elise wanted to dance and she figured we could dance next to the bowling in jillian's. so we got there and first we went to hot topic where i was repeatedly terrified and i repeatedly annoyed elise and kevin, with my dislike for everything (which i also did in the car, with choice of music. i wouldnt have complained about some things but elise is wonderful and she actually asked and she knows i dont like john mayer. even though kevin did seem to enjoy my noise of terror at that superman song). elise asked the hot topic people why they didn't have sex pistols shirts and the guy tried to sell her a punk rock magazine that they didn't actually have. she ended up buying pixie wings and put them on immediately. as she said later, we must have been quite the threesome parading around peabody place. elise looked was telling everyone who commented on her outfit that she was a faery. crowds already part because of kevin's big, red, white-boy fro. and then of course me, kind of trailing along most of the time. but it was really nice. i didn't feel unincluded or anything, which i think is something that can EASILY happen when a couple and a friend all go out someplace together. at jillian's, elise and i walked to the lower floor and looked at the bowling. nobody was dancing, so we found kevin who was exhausting himself playing .. some game. elise did her monologe for me, which was great, but i probably shouldve asked her another time because she couldnt get COMPLETELY into it, seeing as we were in public. meaning, she couldn't start screaming like she was supposed to. let's see. we went into tower. we looked at magazines. there was this japanese magazine called cutie or something and whenever we looked at it, kevin and i started singing minimoni. except that all i could do was "minimoni telephone" and "ding ding ding" and he knew REAL WORDS and elise went crazy. elise and kevin tried to read some japanese thing about cowboy bebop and i read the le tigre article in the magazine i already bought (aehioaghe). the music in the store was giving me a really bad headache. we looked at posters (amazing how many were scantily-clad/nude women!) around that point we figured it was time to leave. elise went into this chocolate store while kevin and i marvelled at this gigantimous stuffed bear that was sitting on this bench outside the store, wearing this little shirt that said "give me the chocolate and nobody gets hurt." we were just discovering that it was chained to the bench when this security guard came up and started talking to us and telling us that like. some 10-year-old boy had donated the bear and the bench and said that he wanted to see them whenever he came back. that some 3-year-old boy named him Peabody Boy. that some man had offered $10 million for the bear and they wouldnt sell. so elise and kevin and i started to leave, you know, go to the escalators, and he CAME WITH US and that scared me. well you know. i guess it was just annoying, but i dont think it bothered kevin and elise (of course). we were leaving the parking garage and we discovered that it had been raining, hard, and it was lightning everywhere. kevin's dad called to find out if we had gotten caught in the rain, which we obviously hadn't. they were just about to drop me off back at home (my head was killing me) when we decided to go to sonic instead! bliss! sonic! wondrous! kevin treated elise and i, which was very nice and i love him. elise had a fudge sundae, kevin had an m&m blast, and i had an oreo blast. to put it bluntly, it was a fucking great time. i think there was something in the ice cream because we all got REALLY hyper and we were laughing at everything. at one point, when elise finished her sundae, she wanted to put the trash on that little desk thing thats under the ordering thing. so kevin rolled down the window and he was trying to put it on there and he dropped it and elise and i laughed really loudly for a long time kevin was unsuccessfully attempting to get the cup and put it back on the thingie. needless to say, the whole place was looking at us. including this group of christian youth, from across the street at the Service Over Self place. when they were leaving, they were all staring at us funny so elise started screaming (the windows were rolled down unfortuneately) but they probably heard her anyway. the whole thing was really funny, i can't even tell you. unfortuneatly, we had to go home eventually. so we did. it was raining. but apparently right after they dropped me off here, right next to the cuban restaurant that used to be captain d's, some guy tried to merge INTO kevin, who swerved and ran over the curb but managed to keep the car and its passengers intact. bravo.
please note the beautiful picture of the recently built SOS building. it's across the street from sonic. in that image, you should be seeing midtown foods, the antique place, and (across the street) the smart mart, the laundromat, a real sky. that kind of thing. i guess they don't want to admit that they built their new thingie in a pretty ugly place so they had to put big fake clouds/sky on it to make it look godly. and i don't seem to remember the road being so black and the grass being so green. come to think, IS there any grass there? i will have to go take a real picture of it tomorrow for you guys. someone remind me.

try this trick and spin it

i watched part of amélie again while i ate my love pasta or whatever it's called. i will tell you now, that was the longest it has ever taken me to make packaged macaroni. first, there were no clean pots. so i had to wash one, no big deal. but to do so, i had to load the dishwasher because there was literally no room in the sink for anything. i was very pleased to discover that there was ONE bowl left. long story short, my pasta was invaded by ants, i missed most of the movie, and half the macaroni landed on the floor before i got a chance to eat it.
then dad came to take me away to the oral surgeon's before amélie was over. in the car, i was reading feed and i was telling him about this filet mignon farm, in the book, and a couple other things. and people that the author was compared to. my poor father. he's hardly read any of the classics. he just saw the movie. the oral surgery checkup itself was really wonderful. just because nothing happened. we spent a couple minutes in the waiting room. i read a little more in feed and dad read some money magazine. the people called me in and i listened to that horrible "sister christian" song. then mr. oral surgeon came and said that my mouth looks "great" and that one of the thingies is getting a lot of exposure. or something. which is good, as far as i can tell. and i told him that my mouth/teeth/whatnot still hurts/is tender and he said that it will continue to do that until i see the orthodontist. but i think that it will still hurt when i see the orthodontist becuase the orthodontist is an EVIL MAN. anyway, he told me to keep rinsing my mouth with sat water. so then we left. it was really easy. i discovered my father in the waiting room reading in the middle of my book. as it turns out, he'd gotten interested in it, and for my father, that means he read the last page. and apparently he didn't think it was much of an ending, so he read the page before that. and then the whole chapter, and the chapter before that. and he's crazy. (the chapters are not very long. you leave the man alone for five minutes...) to say the least, i HATE reading ahead and people who read ahead.
so he took me to turtle's and i had planned to spend my allowance on a new cd case. but they didn't have the kind i wanted which really sucks. i'm not that picky about them, believe me, but i wanted the long kind that holds. who knows. however many it holds. 48 or something? that really annoyed me that they didn't have ANY. they didn't have what i was looking for along the lines of UPCOMING BIRTHDAYS..... so i got surfer rosa by the pixies and whip-smart (used) by liz phair. for myself. let's see though. surfer rosa is ok, but i don't like it nearly as much as doolittle. well, at least not yet. you never know. it took me a while to get as into doolittle as i am right now, which is kind of why i ended up buying another pixies album today. i haven't listened to liz phair yet because i put it in the computer just now and it wouldn't register and it popped back out. and that worries me. i better go see if it plays elsewhere.
so soon i'm off to overton park with kevin and elise to see if the thing is actually happening. apparently no one is sure? or not about the time anyway. if the thing isn't actually happening, we're going to do other things.

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i can't wait to crawl out of my shell

it would appear that it's a good time for resurrection here on the blog front. if you haven't been already, visit she.speaks.good.english and have a wonderful time. and also become a member. last night i was awake for forever and ever after i went to bed. i hate that this keeps happening! it's probably a proven fact that people are happier when they stay up really late and then sleep really late rather than going to bed earlier and getting up earlier. my body just hates sleep that much, i guess. the whole bonfire madigan cd played, and i must have been delusional because i kept imaging that i heard noises coming out of my stereo. it was crazy. after a while i ended up putting on a tori cd (to venus and back) and i fell asleep before that was over, thank god. even though it didn't feel like it.
please note that i woke up this morning, looked at the clock, and thought it said 12 something. so i thought to myself, "wow thats pretty good, considering how late i was up." and i stared at the clock some more and decided that it said 10 something, which was even better. then the little digital numbers finally made themselves known to me, and why i woke up at 8:35am, no one will ever know. it's incredibly distressing. and it felt like i hadn't slept at all, so i tried to, but the cat KNEW I WAS AWAKE of course, as usual. so she came and sat on me and looked pitiful and i had to pet her. i'm truly starving. does anyone have any suggestions for people who ... can't eat? i'm going to live the rest of my life on cheesy alfredo.
today i have a check-up at the oral surgeon place so hopefully he'll tell me that everything is fine and i will never feel pain in my mouth area again. ever. but he will probably end up telling me that not only have i gotten an infection from not rinsing with enough salty water, but my mouth now supports several fungi. (somewhat like the fun guy on my mother's toe?) he's also going to prescribe me to some crazy medicine that makes my head bloat up like those fat-headed goldfish. but really he will just ask me where the hell that little thing that he put in my mouth is. and let me tell you, i don't really know. it came out while i was eating and i told dad and dad said "maybe we should keep it" so i gave it to him and i think he ate it or something. we decided that it was a suture. mom said, on the phone, that those were supposed to disintegrate or something? who knows. so i guess thats ok that it fell out.
as previously stated, i am supposed to go to that thing at overton square this evening with kevin and elise. i hope it goes well. i thought about taking the camera, but that will be a real burden, somewhat like at hunter's party, only that was kind of on purpose and most of the time i wasn't even the person holding it, so i guess that doesn't count. but uh. if you would like (green) pictures from the party email me. whaogiiaiaeooeaoie

alanna's brilliant (accidental) review of amélie

a little while ago, i watched amélie, which i enjoyed thoroughly. brittany, for your information, i had NO problem watching it with my dad, embarassment-wise. (the other night, we watched velvet goldmine, featuring fully nude ewan mcgregor.) amélie was a wonderfully likeable character, and audrey tautou did a brilliant job portraying her. (really, i dont think anyone else could have done it. that smile! those eyes! goodness gracious) the vibrant visual affect was gorgeous and stunning, and the cinematography part was really interesting. (i watched the special feature on that. truly fascinating.) not only was the camerawork amazing (in scenes like this one), but the way everything was presented. like how a lot of the shots were red- and/or green-focused with one other color. like there were a few in amélie's apartment where most everything was red, there was a bit of yelllow, and like. there would be one really blue lamp. (just like this) and that kind of thing isn't so obvious i guess, like you dont say 'look theres a blue lamp' but it gives a really nice effect to the movie, even if you cant put your finger on what exactly it is. also, a lot of the scenes were sort of tinted. like, even when they were dark, they were really blue or green or something along those lines. i think if i end up watching it again tomorrow, i may enjoy it even more, because i'll be able to focus MORE on the images and not reading everything. it's a very very visual movie, and i could tell even without the behind the scenes stuff that they had spent a long time choosing just how to do certain shots and whatnot. a lot of times i would get captivated by what was going on in the picture rather than what was going on under it, in the text. the movie did seem kind of long, but that definitley wasn't a bad thing. i wouldn't have minded if it was longer, but it didn't really need to be. a few minutes of it before the very end frustrated me somewhat. (just the extent of her shyness, i think.) and. well i don't want to spoil this for anyone, so if you haven't seen it, then (to quote sara) work that scrollie mouse!
right. as i was saying, the extent of her shyness. at the beginning and stuff, just starting that whole 'quest' thing, it seems like if she was really so shy as they made her out to be near the very end, she wouldn't have actually done ANYTHING. and really, do you know any shy waitresses? so at the end, those two people, whats their names? joseph and georgette, from the bar. yes well, whoever they were, they didn't seem to end very happily. and another thing, everything (for the most part) did turn out all right, but it seemed to me that some of the things amélie did were not ... the best thing to do. she meant well and everything, and everyone turned out happy, but you know? like the thing with the gnome was hilarious, but when she first stole him it upset me greatly. her poor devestated father. actually, i got over that, especially when she brought him back. so that doesn't really count. but uh. the fake lettter, i found that to be kind of cruel. i guess i would though.
but anyway, i love the movie. i'm done now.

pull this thread as i walk away

my teeth hurt like ANYTHING. it's really uncool. i had oral surgery last thursday, and last night right before i went to bed they started hurting more than they have hurt all week. and it's so sad too because i actually attempted to eat pizza last night, and succeeded fairly well. oh well. so i'm back to pasta (cheesy alfredo by kraft). i already ate all the pudding. dad doesn't want me to take the strong painkillers until he comes home from work, god knows why not. kroger's extra strength Pain Reliever does NOT do any good, let me tell you. i just had crazy memories of my dream from last night about. i dont know. i remember people from OOVTT and going into this little miniature jungle petting zoo, except that the lions were out to get me. it took me forever and ever to get to sleep last night, and then i had to get haunted by a crazy dream. wonderful.

other things alanna remembers about last night:
--thinking that if the cd (house tornado by throwing muses) ended before i fell asleep, i would get up and finish feed
--deciding to partially resurrect the cam archives, for lack of things to do
--reminding myself that i could musically link kristin hersh to frank black. like in the six degrees of kevin bacon. i think i fell asleep while i was doing it though, because i don't ever remember getting there. or maybe i got side-tracked trying to make it longer than four degrees.

if you go, i will surely diewell. it's true. my blog has been resurrected. how long it will last, none can say. why did i decide to revive my blog today? god knows (except not). but ah. send your good karma towards the little project, if you will. but as you can see, i don't have an archive or the cam pages or anything like i used to. yes, the Currents bit is as long as ever. i'm hoping that this time around i won't get so involved in my blog, or that my parents won't freaking find it, or that it won't come up on google searches, or something.
if you remember, the reason it died in the first place (near the end of february) was because. well basically my parents heard from a friend that if you search for some things on google (like the name of the play my dad and sister were in) my blog would come up. so dad searched and found it and read, etc. he asked me to stop using and remove all previous obscene language from the premises, and i didn't want to, so i changed URLs and hoped that it wouldn't come up on google anymore. then i proceeded to fix all the links to wwf (ehehehehehe) from DOY and morgan's blog, etc, and dad FOUND IT AGAIN. and ASKED ME AGAIN. and i still didnt want to, so i deleted it. yeah, i've kinda been posting for the last couple months but it's mostly just quiz result thingies.
so anyway though. right now. brittany has left her heart with me in memphis. everyone on earth has seem amelie but me, and it would seem that kevin is in love with it. a lot. he saw it in the theatre six times. i think i'm suppposed to go someplace with kevin and elise on thursday, but who knows if it will actually happen. it would be really great to get out of the fucking house and do something. dad has forgotten yet again to bring my required reading home from the library, so here i am watching noggin and reading somewhat and resurrecting things that should still be dead.
alanna's tv schedule today:
pete and pete (times two)
kids say the darndest things (times two)
daria (times two)
clarissa explains it all
half of sessions at 54th on trio (the beth orton half.)
about ten seconds of the one-hour bjork thing i taped.

....... please someone. PLEASE someone come and take me away.

we take metaphors this far

this is probably illegal, but this book hasnt actually been published yet. and who's looking? anyway, this is an excerpt from feed by m.t. anderson and. well. please read it when it comes out in october.

Violet was off someplace talking to the doctor. I say “someplace” because we were using the examination room to blow needles at an anatomical guy’s basket.
Link and Calista were standing real close by the vibrating bath, and I realized that they had probably decided to hook up. It looked like Calista was getting over Link being so stupid, which was brag, because he’s a nice guy. Quendy sat there on the table, glaring at them.
Violet came back from the doctor. She was all intense looking. She said she’d found a place she wanted to show me. I said sure, and I went wit her. We went out into the hall. Now I could hear the lights again. The shouting from the examination room was more distant. We walked for a ways through some tubes and so on. People floated by automatically on gurneys.
She walked in front of me. Her slippers went fitik, fitik, sliss, fitik on the floors. They were soft sounds, like the sounds mouths make when they open and close. I watched here from behind. When we stopped to wait for an uptube, she lifted her ankle so her heel came out of the slipper, and with her toes she slid it back and forth on the tiles without thinking about it. She massaged the floor. When the uptube was free, she settled her foot back in, and walked, fitik, fitik, sliss, fitik, right on in.
She took me up to a huge window. We stood in front of it. Outside the window, there had been a garden, like, I guess you could call it a courtyard or a terrarium? But a long time ago the glass ceiling over the terrarium had cracked, and so everything was dead, and there was moon dust all over everything out there. Everything was gray.
Also, something was leaking air and heat out in the garden, lots of waste air, and the air was rocketing off into space through the hole, so all of the dead vines in the garden were standing straight up, slapping back and forth, pulled toward the crack in the ceiling where we could see the stars.
“Whoa,” I said.
“Isn’t it beautiful?”
“It’s like…,” I said. “It’s like a squid in love with the sky.”
She was only looking at me, which was nice. I hadn’t felt anything like that for a long time.
She rubbed my head, and she went, “You’re the only one of them that uses metaphor.”
She was staring at me, and I was staring at her, and I moved toward her, and we kissed. The vines beat against each other out in the gray, dead garden, they were all writhing against the spine of the Milky Way on its edge, and for the first time, I felt her spine too, each knuckle of it, with my fingers, while the air leaked and the plants whacked each other near the silent stars.

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pj harvey
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softies
missy elliott
kasey chambers
crzy britsih reefer song
blue citrus hearts
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amazing plaid
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1. What's your name: alanna
2. What do you wish your name was, instead: alanna's fine. but if i changed it, i would make it something totally weird. like skank zero.
3. How old are you:15
4. Would you ever eat sushi? probably not
5. Would you ever eat sushi off a naked body? why would i want to do that? no.
6. Have you ever considered homosexuality? yes
7. What's your sexual preference? i dont know
8. What were you in a past life? an apple haghal
9. I punch you. Quick, what do you do? lose conciousness
10. When confronted with Britney Spears, you...? suck her bone marrow
11. What's your favorite coffee? i like starbucks fraps
13. Are you my Angel? no
14. Do you consider yourself a poet? not really. i try
15. What do you wanna be when you grow up? i dont know.
16. There's a naked man in your living room. What do you do? call the police
17. How stupid do you think you are? pretty stupid. everyone's stupid.
18. How stupid do other people think you are? incredibly
19. Who do you think you are? i dont know
20. Is the Wonderbra good or bad? bad i guess. i've never owned one
22. What's your favorite fruit? apple
23. Can you feel the love tonight? definitely not
24. On a nude beach, you would...? leave
25. Make up a story with yourself, a bridge, and a rabbit: once upon a time alanna attempted to walk over the bridge but the evil rabbit troll underneath hopped out and snarled and alanna thought it was the monty python rabbit so she screamed and lost conciousness and was eaten alive.
26. What do you think about contemporary art? it depends. how contemorary is contemporary?
27. Do you like being naked? no
28. If we had proof God didn't exist, what would happen? chrisitans would freak out
29. Do you enjoy cheeze whiz? yeah
30. What's your position on virginity? some people know when the time is right. and it's different for everybody. but some people are idiots. i think i could be quite happy being a virgin forever.
31. On civil unions? yep
32. On RuPaul? you go, girl.
33. On mosquito bites? i hate them
34. On old sitcoms? i dont like sitcoms.
35. On Fran Drescher? who
36. Are you left handed or right handed? right
37. Are you smart? i dont know.
38. What's your middle name? rae
39. How many personalities do you have? a zillion
40. How many piercings do you have? two. one in each ear.
41. What was your first word? chocolate
42. Are you superstitious? it depends
43. Do you read your horoscope? if i'm bored, and it's right there.
44. Do you believe in that stuff? i dont know. it depends.
45. Can you do a cartwheel? no. i suck.
46. Do you have contact lenses? no. fucking glasses kill me half the time though.
47. Do you have a retainer or braces? braces
48. Can you drive? no
49. Do you snore? i dont know. i've never been able to ask anyone.
50. Do you drool in your sleep? i dont know
51.Do you lick your envelopes or use a sponge? i either lick them or lick my finger and rub it along the thing.
52. Do you keep a journal? kind of. not really right now.
53. Do you like onions? no
54. Do you like cotton candy? yes
55. What instruments can you play? oboe. recorder hahhah. the xylophone algsdhklg
56. Do you like to dance? it depends on whose company i am keeping
57. Do you like to sing? again, it depends who i'm with. i like to sing in the shower really loudly, but only when no one's home.
58. Are you any good at it? no
59. Do you like to talk on the phone? usually not.
60. Do you like where you live? yeah, but not forever.
61. Are you organized? it depends. some stuff yes. some stuff... not yes.
62. Do you sleep with socks on? no
63. Are you shy? a lot of the time. it depends.
64. Do you talk to yourself? not really.
65. Are you a morning person? no
66. Are you a virgin? yes
67. Are you proud of that? i guess so
68. Do you believe in reincarnation? yes
69. Do you believe in God? it depends
70. Do you believe in ghosts? yes
71. Do you believe in bigfoot? not really. i never thought about it.
72. How old do you wish you were? older
73. What will you name your kid(s)? i dont intend to have kids
75. Have you ever thought you were gonna die? i think so but i cant really remember. is this the same thing as thinking about suicide? i've done that plenty.
76. Where do you wanna go? somewhere
77. Where do you see yourself going? nowhere

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Find your emotion!

Find your emotion!

Which Kiss Are You?

Where is my Mind?

You're smart, shy, and often nonsensical. You have dreams of being famous, and you're quirky enough that you just might pull them off. Some would call you a genius, others would call you insane, but in reality you're pretty well-adjusted. Take a vacation once in a while- it'll help take your mind off of your troubles.

Which Pixies song are you?

nickandjerel: i couldnt imagine having a comdom without a tshirt

katherine dohan on uniforms:
kat09987: i think ill wear sweater vests to school next year, over my snazzy white polo shirt

Laylee2000: and i bought 2 superfuzzy black piloows today
Laylee2000: like your dog. only in pillow form

i'm a naughty girl.
again i can't stop thinking about suicide.
about the perfect timing.
about who will find me first and i can see their faces.
i know they'd get over it.
i have planned sixteen different set-ups.
but i still don't have that kind of courage
and i'm already disappointing them enough.
no, it's not your fault
really
that the subject has even come up in my head again.
it's me.
my need for someone.
it doesn't even matter
really
that you brought forth a few tears
hidden for so long.
or that you think it's funny
how upset i get
over something that you can't see.
don't worry though.
right now i'm too tired to be dangerous.
good night.
you won't remember anything tomorrow.

Which Willy Wonka character are you?

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JiveBassist: i knew from the start that you and laylee both loved the mad bunnie humpin

elise's phone number is 754-7650
brittany's new number is 662-893-3342

GleeRainstar: my parents are such tyrants
GleeRainstar: they're telling me i have to wear a bra to tai chi or i can't go

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Take the Which They Might Be Giants member are you? Quiz!

I am the Cheshire Cat! You're the epitome of insane. Either you're very smart, or you're too damn stupid. The world is your playground, and everything -- and everyone -- in it is a toy for you to play with. People should be scared of you, but because you're so affable, they aren't. Tough for them.

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How Gay Are YOU? [?]

You've got a lot to say, and you'll talk until it's all out, and for some reason, no one tries to shut you up. I guess you actually make sense most of the time. Almost everyone likes you, and it's not just because you're cheap. Haha. Cheap as in thrifty, of course. You get a bit depressed now and then, but who doesn't? You seem to have a little anger built up inside, but who doesn't? You like to stare at people through their bedroom window while they're changing, but who doesn't? You sick bastard. Which Smashing Pumpkins album are you?

i'm so confused. i'm furious with nick and very sad.

I was captive
in a speeding man-made oven
We were roasting
cooking toasty
well done in our seats
Sun full of fierce fire
burning through our skins
boiling all our blood and
bringing beads of sweet to sighing foreheads
She sang out
giving me chills
under my skin
and I was less and more
and I was so cold

i rode home through the rain
under an umbrella made of a tree
and let me just tell you:
never use a tree for an umbrella
if you want to stay dry,
but if you want the water
in your hair and over your eyes
filtered through the leaves
cascading
and sliding dored to your mouth.
when i got home i was so cold
it was love
i refused to be made dry

You are Heavy Metal! Angry, sad, and disillusioned, you are Heavy Metal. You are the embodiment of the darkness of the human heart. Your main themes are sadness, anger, and hopelessness. You are frequently misunderstood by others and many link you to devil worship. However, those willing to look through the shell of darkness and anger find you to be very intelligant, poetic, and artistic. Too bad your inclination to look for the beauty in darkness and your general attitude of frustration with humanity as a whole tends to send most people running for the nearest exit. But despite that, you wouldn't have it any other way.

Take the what music genre are you quiz by PsychosisX!

i know that you are gone but i can not stop and i do not stop. all i can do is say it and pretend you are here to hear. things are stupid. why are things stupid? i used to think suicide was so selfish and jesus that can't matter. it's too bad i'm not brave in that way. and it's supposed to be brave not to but how can it be when there is no life to show for it? how can one pretend to live and call it bravery holding them back? so suicide is looking more and more reasonable as opposed to my big fat nothing life these days which is going nowhere. yes i am that selfish. i figure i should get hit by some big truck next time i step outside. i need something real to cling to. i must be hard to please and easy to please and indecisive and opinionated and i make no sense and i have no self. i can not find any me in this body to save my skin. things are stupid. you can not tell me why things are stupid. isn't it perfect that depression should be genetic? i'll go insane, you just wait. i'll have some bizarre mental condition. so i used to want that. i used to be so scared of cancer and all at once think i had it and be sort of relieved and excited. i guess i was that attention-starved. yes i am that selfish. i only want to be seen as me and maybe you will find her for me right before i bite it. i only want not to be taken for granted. but i think it's hard for you to take me for granted when i have no identity and i have no originality and i have nothing to take. i think i can't be human as princess heart-of-stone. as miss manipulation. as she who derives pleasure from your annoyance. i can't be human if i can never cry. i know you are gone but i can not stop.

if i am full of only pure water i will not be mean and i will not be mean. i'll slip inside your head so easy, you might never notice and you might never know how amazing and fragile i could be. you can feed me forever with only pure water. i could be your dream. i could not be me and if only i could so easily be just what you need, i could cure you of every little thing. i could silently torture myself and you would never see. you'll be far too busy making pure water and never caring about me since i am only using you for this venial excuse, the murder i commit will not even matter to anyone but you. you who will only miss your dream. i am never me.

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which "monty python and the holy grail" character are you?

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i can put you in my pocket
before i go out to play
i get my church dress all messy
covered with dirt and sun drops
i can keep you safe
though my hands are pink and blistered
and my nails are not that clean
you might just forgive me
i take you from my pocket
before i plant you in the sky
you get my church mess all dressy
and i don't even mind
i can keep you safe in here
though you'll have to save yourself

aMereStatistic: you should be my first real kiss lana, that would be happy for me anyway

quoth brittany's blog, "alanna is the crazy/cute/rock dancing girlie"
aMereStatistic:strangely enough I don't consider myself a crazy cute rock dancing girlie

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	You are Rowlf! You don't draw attention to yourself much, preferring to keep your cool and stay in the background.
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aMereStatistic: god
aMereStatistic: shit kills me
aMereStatistic: shit kills you
aMereStatistic: I hate everyting

how are you, lonely blog? do you miss me yet?

THE GRAMMYS SUCKED. NOBODY GOOD WON.

Which SNL Loser are *YOU*?

So, which Fraggle ARE YOU most like? Click here to find out.

i've got multiple alliances
i have been ordered to remove 'obscene language' from my blog by my parents. because the internet 'is in public' and i'm not supposed to talk that way in public when they're around. but jesus they're not SUPPOSED to be around. they're not SUPPOSED to read my blog. YOU HEAR THAT? GO AWAY. you're not welcome.
anyway i doubt they are ever going to read that lol. i have changed the url for the blog. yes AGAIN. i figure that they got the new link from morgan's blog.... anyway i am only telling select souls. wahahaha how elite.

i hate sunday

I'm Jean Grey
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Which British Band Are You?

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come to me ready and rude, bring me angel food

i am annoyed at whoever (Bill Ellis) wrote this article about the indigo girls in the 'playbook' section of memphis's newspaper, the commercial appeal. (they're playing here tomorrow night) i was reading along with only slight complaints at this guy's recognized female artists. he's trying to make a point that women write better music when theyre older i guess. i liked the part about "and here's hoping patti smith, if not yoko ono, makes records well into her 90s." and i read on and i was not bothered until the following statement: "the twosome [indigo girls] not only sired offspring from Ani DiFranco and just about every emerging artist on Sarah McLachlan's Lilith Fair......" .... what a dumbass. don't hire a stupid man to do the work of a musically intelligent anybody. ANYONE who knows ani difranco's work knows she made her first album when she was 18. EIGHTEEN! and since she was obviously not such a wondrous guitarist right off the bat, she had to have been playing before that. the point being. she was a musician long before the indigo girls first album came out with its massive commercial success. i can't list every artist on the lilith fair tour so i can't say about that but you know not all the music is the big acoustic guitar sound. BIF was on that tour and that should tell you something. oh and i have utterly nothing against the indigo girls. they rule as far as i can tell. but damn you, bill ellis, stupid man extrordinare! go read the damn article.

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What is YOUR Highschool label?

I am Ludo! People just don't understand me. I'm a sweetheart who loves making friends - even with rocks, but I seem like a monster. Once people get to know the real me, they just can't help but love me.

Take the "Which Labyrinth character are you most like?" quiz by smarmy

Whole Brain Dominant
leaning to the right
You like flexible structure. You use your deep insight and logic to solve problems. You enjoy experiencing many new things. You have at least one area of expertice that allows you to demonstrate your creativity.

test yourself at geekykid.net

Take the MONSTER RANCHER test at dontbewillful.com!

this quiz was fun to take but i have no idea what it is about. HA.

aLittleStarlight:yeah yeah yeah. well you suck.
Laylee2000:im sorry
Laylee2000:? wait. no im not. i didnt do anythign
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Laylee2000:hahah i loe oyu alanna