i am VERY excited about this!!!!
katherine is coming over to edit on friday, which means i've got to get ready for her tomorrow.
-attach Petunia to eMac
-burn "country spacecraft ballerina" to dvd
-delete that bitch file
-import the rest of cindy
-pray that none of the scenes are missing
-take camera to school on friday
-get some more shots for much finer
-edit
-enter hi mom! film festival
-go to voodoo village and get shot

my stomach is aching. this sucks. especially since it didn't start hurting until now. if only if only, stomach-ache, you had come a few hours ago, i would've just gone to sleep and skipped school tomorrow... but no. i'm up at 11 again, doing the dumbest english project ever assigned in the history of the world (with the exception of that end-of-the-year thing for douglas). oh woe is me. i hate life.
dad: *knocks on bedroom door*
me: *moan*
dad: i'm going to bed.
me: come do my homework!
dad: *sits on my bed and reads the article thing* what are you supposed to do?
me: i don't know! tone! DIDLS! stupidity!
dad: "this article is full of diddles."
me: *shoots self*

listening to: the dishwasher

i totally forgot that i love Lakuna.... listen to the happiest song in the world right now.

i was having a really wretched day until i listened to interpol. funny how things are.
alanna today:
lonely, stupid, embarassed, tired, hungry, bored, dumb, obnoxious, pissed off, restless, depressed, sulky, angsty, annoying

is anyone on the planet happier than me?
i think not.

listening to: monkey helper - i'm amazed (Pixies cover)

the pixies are my life-long dream. get it?
hmm....

*this post is to be sung.*
OH MY FUCKING GOD
NO HOMEWORK HAVE I DONE
HO HO HO ALANNA
STUPID LITTLE ONE

HAHAHA SLUT

morgan has told me that no one is going to read that last post, because it's so long. i'm sad because i had a great little time writing it. too bad.
it's all okay because i just read another poem by brandon and i'm way too happy. oh i love that kid. i do. got to jump a train...

listening to: death cab for cutie - transatlanticism
(i need you so much closer)

i have a headache, yet i'm listening to 7 year bitch at high volumes. i am one smart punk rocker.
i guess i'll just continue where i left off yesterday... on saturday i was awoken by the ringing of grandma on the line. i talked to her for just a few minutes, but it was still nice. i love that woman. she is made of heaven. she had the flu all week long, but she's better, and is now able to send back all the shit we left in georgie. ho ho. santa grandma. at any rate, i couldn't go back to sleep after that (especially with fucking cramps), so i lumbered and lulled around the house, broke fast with a cheerio. i think i forgot to eat the rest of the day, except for that. i called brock around noon to discuss plans, but we talked a good while as always. he was working on art junts, and we planned to take some photos for him to work with later in the day. he skipped AP art class to stay home and paint what he wanted, how cool is that? while he did that, i called every human being i know and invited them to see "big fish" or hang out. robin's makeshift birthday obviously didn't happen, which was too bad. we didn't go to hedwig either. in fact we didn't go to big fish. it was sold out. i'm getting ahead of myself.
i made so many fucking calls. good god did i ever. i don't know if i've ever dialed so many numbers. sigh. after utterly NO ONE picked up, i started listening to kristin hersh and throwing muses, which you can probably infer from saturday's posts. i won't go on another tangent about her right now... although i very easily could. let's just say i've been not only reading up on her via biographies and whatnot, i listened to nothing else voluntarily all weekend. and now she's on my desktop, looking at me all cute. ohhh kristin. hellooooooo!
after a while, laylee got online. she was the only person who was free to hang out, which is ironical because she had already seen big fish on friday, and therefore i couldn't even see her for too long. she got here at 4something. we busied ourselves playing in the underwear drawers, making my bed creak, cuddling, and taking a shower. which is where we were when brock arrived (HE DROVE! HE DROVE!). he and morgan listened to the darkness together and screamed "YOU CUNT" all through the house. laylee and i could not hear because we were screaming "ALL TOGETHER NOW" all through the bathroom, which is much more pleasant. we yelled at brock to come sit in the bathroom and talk to us while we showered, but apparently he couldn't hear us. bitch. sallis also arrived shortly after. who knew? we were playing with loofahs. i think the shower and post-shower turned out much longer than we had intended so by the time we were dressed, we only got like 10 minutes to hang out before we left for the movie. since brock and sallis are both upstanding citizens, they could each take only one person in the car. meaning laylee had to stay alone at my house until her dad could pick her up... i feel really bad about that. but it's my fault for having no vehicular notions. and hers too. aha. so brock drove me, and sallis drove morgan. car stories:
-brock and i nearly died several times, and rocked out to the ramones. quietly so that brock could concentrate.
-morgan got sallis to scream "GET YOUR HANDS OFFA MY WOMAN, MOTHERFUCKER" into the traffic of the night. bloody brilliant.
so we got to the theater (in a sense. brock had to park at wild oats because we were terrified of all the car people) and of course the movie was sold out. however, we ran into william and talked to him for a few minutes before he snuck into 21 grams, which was also sold out. i like that he tried to buy a ticket before sneaking in, though. good boy. i would've suggested we sneak into big fish, but it's impossible to do that with 4 people, even if the place is crowded. and it wasn't that big a deal. so we spent forever and ever in the freezing winter trying to decide what to do next. finally, we decided to rent a movie at black lodge, and watch it at my house. since brock and sallis are upstanding children, they had to call their parents to tell them the plannn. brock's parents said that black lodge was too far for him to drive, and sallis's parents didn't want him at my house with no adults there. (it astonishes me that either of them gave this much detail. i must be a bad, bad kid for slightly filtering.) after some more freezing plan-making, we trooped off to blockbuster to get a movie, which we would watch at brock's. it was very east memphis. brock parked us by the wedding store thing. i asked, "when are you gonna marry me???" in my most obnoxious voice, but the man still refuses to set a date. *sigh* men. it was further discovered that three indecisive 16-year-olds, and one bored 14-year-old do not get anything done. we must have looked over every movie in the place twice. morgan was wretchedly impatient but not really helping choice-wise, brock was mulling sort of, sallis would not really give his opinion, and i was about to pass out with hunger. we ended up getting "a life less ordinary" which i wasn't too happy about, since i'dd seen it twice. and twice is a lot for me... i don't usually like to watch movies over and over, even (especially) if they're good. which this one is. by the time we got to brock's, (after a train and an impromptu stop at chick-fillah to fillah my little insides) i didn't care about the movie choice. but i sort of forgot that movies are always different, depending on who you watch them with. ho ho. hunger-stupid alanna. but seeing anything with brock is awesome, for the obvious reason that brock happens to be awesome, along with the fact that he's so vocal and great. plus he ate 24 chicken nuggets and a bag of large waffle fries all by his lonesome. jesus christ on a cracker. so the movie was great even a third time. ewan mcgreggor makes me so happy, and he is so much hotter than cameron diaz. even though this is her best film, she pales in the presence of the ewan. seriously. watch the dance sequence. although her inability to sing is pretty charming. oh yeah, brock's brother wesley watched the movie with us, too. the last few times i've been over there, wesley has been pretty cool about hanging out with us. although i feel like a total ass because of my sailor mouth gutter teeth. oh shudder. what will happen to that poor boy? only 10, and full of Alanna Korrupt. morgan has full experience, and should counsel him. sallis had to leave at the tip end of the movie, and i think he was probably late getting home... sorry, sir! i'm glad you stayed the whole time, though. sarah had been at her house hanging out with matt, so she came and picked us up a few minutes later. amazingly enough, me, morgan, sarah, brock, wesley, and ms. peggy terwilleger stuck around the living room for a few minutes talking. it was awkwardly nice, in its way. i think it's always nice when brock's mom talks, simply because i think it reensures that she doesn't hate me. however, she does. ho ho ho. brock walked us to the door, and he let me hug him (even on terwilleger turf! wowza!). in the car, sarah said that she thought brock's mom didn't like her. oh well. who does she like? cordovians. which we are far from. thank god. ohhhh man i'm so mean. brock's mom needs to get used to me if i'm going to be brock's friend forever. hot damn. look out. *whip-crack* (on an entirely random side-note which only i will find interesting, brock said today after school that he feels more comfortable in our house than in his own house. i thought that was really awesome. kind of sad too. i want him to come live here so that we can have a reality show instead of a sitcom. le sigh. oh the things i want!) so. we got home... i can't remember anything. morgan and sarah fell asleep watching totoro. sarah realized this at some point, and dragged herself to the futon. i had to put morgan to bed, but she doesn't remember. therefore i won't get paid. i went to bed probably around 2am again, but who knows.
sunday was pretty uneventful also. when i woke up, sarah was already at work and would be there until 5:30. brock invited me to yogurt with him, but i was shocked and declined. looking back, i think i should've gone. i can never make up my mind about yoga, and i think GOING TO AN ACTUAL CLASS might help. why am i so dumb? oh well. we decided to see "big fish" and preordered our tickets this time. it was kind of funny, i realized later, because sarah invited matt, morgan invited chase, and i invited brock. we would've been three neat little psuedo-couples in the center of the backrow. funny that the guy from the real couple was the only one to decline. tsk tsk tsk, matt! it's okay. brock let me hold his hand and squeeze him a lot. not that he didn't need the same thing. nevermind. the point is i love brock movies and i ahve said so about 303030303030 times. i liked the movie a lot, but it wasn't as good as a lot of tim burton movies. the visuals were definitely more interesting than the plot. i would've liked the movie much more if it had been purely fantasy, instead of having the addition of the real-life things. even though i really liked the end (minus the last three seconds) which i won't give away by discussing it. i will admit to having soggy eyes, although i fared better than sarah. her shirt got all wet. i thought it was funny that the time i was most emotional in the movie was when brock wasn't at all (that i could tell), and therefore i only had my knees to hug. wahhhhhh. anyway that's fine. the movie was good. we all sad goodbye in the cold cold cold. brock drove home (YAYYY). we brought our pizza cafe leftovers back here, and i talked to mom and dad on the phone for a little while before blogging and going to bed.
this morning, our damn alarms did not work. sarah woke up at about 7:15, and asked if we were already getting ready. which we were not. so we tried to get ready as quickly as we could.. sarah took morgan to school where she was late for 2nd period history. i was already late to 2nd period twice last week (neither time was my fault!!!) and i am terrified of coach brooks, so we just drove around until it was time for 3rd period. when i went in, i ran straight into jenny, stole her engrish book, and scuddled to class. i was late, but that's okay. gahh. the day felt a LOT shorter than usual. if we didn't have homeroom, life would be better. am i complaining? anyway the day was fine. katherine drove me to d-k after school. i finished the book i've been working on, and i'm already sick of it there. i sat down to do my algae homework, but i was intensely distracted by my headache, babies running around the store screaming, eddie lee(?!) and his sister/girlfriend being dumb, and a very cute girl in a duck shirt sitting by the magazines. so i got two problems done. then sarah came, feeling crappy. we picked up morgan from foot's and trudged home. i finally got my own stupid english book from bookstar. stupid bookstar and their slow orders. i came home and i have been doing nothing ever since. this is the longest blog post god damn it all what's wrong with me. now i'm going to do my homework so that i can die. OH FUCK HISTORY TEST TOMORROW SAY WHAT?!~!?@1

listening to: the amazing plaid - the snake and its shadow

man oh man. i don't usually have an entire weekend to catch up on... and the prospects are looking bleak. generally if this happens, you end up with something like this. and i don't want to do that shit. for now...
i had so much planned to do this weekend, i felt like. man! i had the weekend of the century planned out. did it happen? no, not really. but it was pretty good all the same.
on friday, sarah picked us up for the first time since before break since the Units are out of town. brock came too, since none of our plans had come true. it's kind of sad because we wanted to hang out with kids, but we weren't invited anywhere else. oh well. we actually wrote out a list on thursday night, of everything we wanted to do. like we had wanted to see robin, for birthday celebration, and jenny, because we never see her, and alice, because she's so hott, this weekend. of course, we did not glimpse any of them during the entire 2.3 days.
after we hung out over here watching some of my michel gondry dvd, the four of us walked over to sonic for some masochistically cold refreshment. brock is insane and BOUNDS across streets full of cars, and then looks at me on the other side like i'm an idiot for being stuck there. very hott. back at home, we ate cookie dough plain and watched some silly flash movies including my personal favorite romeo and juliet for the l33t. ahahaha oh man. okay. those little movies made us very very tired. i don't know why. sarah took a nap on the couch, and brock decided to lay down on my bed for a few minutes. i ended up sitting at the foot, then curling up at the foot, and finally we were just stretched out next to each other (only on one half of the bed, though, because the other half is filled with clothes and cds and shit). we didn't nap at all, we just rested while listening to lamb, and talked a lot. brock and i are the best talkers. i love that about us. we also had some nice Moments. do you ever sit there and realize that if you're going to have a lot of friends, you really can't know all of them too well? that there's only a couple people you really CAN know very very very well? it's kind of sad. but it's really beautiful to know that you have at least one person you can just go on to about anything, i think. brock and i basically had this really great "LET'S BE FRIENDS FOREVER!" *claws* moment. it was very nice. as you all know, i love the reassurance that brock likes me at all. i was thinking the other day that i blog about him SO FUCKING MUCH, but it's because this is the stuff i don't say otherwise. i mean, i can't tell him shit he sat through. ahahahahh i don't know if that makes sense. oh well. i don't know how to explain it. hopefully no one is too sick of him. i probably would be, if i were you. GOD DAMN AM I STILL ON FRIDAY? FUCK'S SAKE! anyway, we lode in the bayd for a couple hours. then morgan came in too and we resituated. once she was there, we were all hyper-er. or at least awake. brock and i talked about filming some for our sitcom "six degrees of intrigue" aka "intrigue in our footsteps" but... we weren't THAT awake. (more details on the show later.) instead, we watched "better off dead" one of my all-time favorite movies, starring a very very young john cusack. oh heaven. oh oh. i laughed more than anyone else.... too bad for them. i think it was still fun. after the movie, we burned a cd for brock and then his mom came to take him away. he was here a bit later than normal, which was lovely. after that, i clawed about my cage for a few hours and went to bed probably around 2am. that is a guess. i can't remember anything about the rest of the night.
it's almost midnight, i need some sleep, i just consumed a whole lot of jews.
hope to continue this tomorrow.

DO YOU WANT TO LOVE KRISTIN HERSH?!
YES YES YE YES YE SY YES YES YES YES Y~
here is how:
-read these three biographies.
-plus this throwing muses biography.
-look her up on all music guide and read about the different KH and Throwing Muses styles.
-if you want to know even more, here's the official site. or visit some nice fansites. attack some interviews.
-maybe download some things.
-BORROW/BURN ALBUMS FROM ME.
-listen to the album until you love the way it sounds, then go online to read the lyrics while you listen. **this step is very important. kristin hersh's lyrics never ever cease to amaze me. they're great, but one of my favorite things about them is that a lot of the time you'd have no idea she was saying something like that until you read it. she talks like she's just writing in a journal, but with beautiful and strange language in odd places. especially with the throwing muses songs, i think.**
-FALL IN LOVE. DEAR GOD. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR.

(okay there is a lot i didn't say. such as, how fucking adorable she is. because this is supposed to be fast. but you'll learn. oh you will. you need to, because if you don't, no one will buy the albums and kristin hersh and her hubby and her children will die of starvation. so participate. i'll help you. i swear to god.)

listening to: kristin hersh - shake

since no one is answering their phones....
please come see big fish at paradiso tonight at 7:30. it will be a grand ole time.
tuesday was robin's birthday and i wanted to do something to celebrate it this weekend... preferrably before the movie tonight. i haven't really talked to her yet, so who knows. also, my parents are out of town and sarah rushakoff is staying with us. she was wondering if i had any friends who would come over and talk about their imaginary friends to her, for a theatre workshop she's doing. call me please. christ.

listening to: the silent telephone

IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY PHONE? SO MANY CALLS AND I HAVE NOT TALKED TO A SINGLE PERSON I WANTED TO TALK TO. (except brock. but he doesn't count because he's the only one who i don't need to make plans with.)
PEOPLE. PICK UP.
this is really discouraging.

wtrisha1: okay
wtrisha1: i called my ex sister today cause we still talk you know he answered the phone and he was picking on me like no sisters here and i said okay will he said no this isnt will than i was like whatever than ten minutes later he answered the phone and i said can you tell her to call me he said yes when i see her
JiveBassist: you lost me somewhere in there
wtrisha1: when i called her he answered the phone both times
JiveBassist: perhaps she'll answer some day?
wtrisha1: what i am saying is he really doesnt answer the phone
JiveBassist: am i on candid camera?
wtrisha1: what
wtrisha1: youre
JiveBassist: do you still by chance have this window open?
wtrisha1: yes why
JiveBassist: go up a few lines and read that paragraph
JiveBassist: about calling
wtrisha1: no i dont copy it
JiveBassist: nah
wtrisha1: what do you mean
JiveBassist: never mind
JiveBassist: that paragraph just didnt make sense to me so i was going to ask you to retype it
wtrisha1: no what do you mean
JiveBassist: but it's not a big deal
wtrisha1: i said i called over at his house
wtrisha1: he doesnt answer the phone as long as its his best friend chris but i called he answered it he was picking on me
JiveBassist: oh
wtrisha1: he was like no sister here and he was like do you want some pizza with that
JiveBassist: i get it now
wtrisha1: okay what do you think
JiveBassist: i think.
wtrisha1: he does or not
JiveBassist: i think he's confused
wtrisha1: oh

guess who's coming to the muthafuckin new dasiy? AFI, coheed & cambria, and thursday. whaheahahah.
guess who's going?
whahehahhahahahaheaoaihaa. $18.50, cool cats. feb 25.

listening to: afi - now the world

brilliant misunderstood lyrics by alanna--
"sleep, the great pain-killer, and me, the great ass-kisser, wanting you to wake up all of me"
now isn't that nice? let's pretend that's what this song really says.

listening to: throwing muses - half blast

OH HOW I LOVE DR PEPPER

today was not so bad. that's the end of that.
oh but it WAS robin's birthday. that was hot shit.
in other news, i've gone absolutely nuts with this digicam of morgan's... (sorry, sister. you can play with my stuff all you want.) so from now on you can check out the results of that here. (do they take too long to load? i can't tell.) and feel free to ask explanations... i'll probably post if i update it.
does anyone have any suggestions for how i could get home every day? sarah, who drove us to school sometimes last year and all first semester, is taking classes during the 2:15-3 area. i've gone to davis-kidd the past two days, but mom is already sick of it. she wants me to ride the bus but i'm afeard. they used to pay sarah, so they would probably pay anyone who would be willing to do it. if anyone existed. wahhhh.
laylee we have got to get our permits.

listening to: my parents being goofy

i just got done watching this hot movie "laurel canyon" that margaret loaned to me, and i really liked it. hooray for margaret and her nice taste.
the first day back to school wasn't so bad. i have very very little homework. the math was strangely infuriating... mostly because it was insanely easy but i couldn't remember a damn thing about any damn thing. i don't care. shgoawihp. we had like five pages to read for history and i haven't done it yet.... and i should because i can't do it in study hall tomorrow because TARAH IS COMING TO STEAL ME to be her art fuck. i am excited about it, not because i am modeling or whatever, but because it's like "let's sit in the bathroom during study hall" and that's nice. at any rate. i have finished my dr. pepper.
actually, tarah and i were supposed to go hang out in cooper-young today and take pictures, but i forgot that i had a therapy appointment at 5 and i was at davis-kidd after school because i'm a no-ass ride ho. therapy was kinda shitty because i haven't done anything i'm supposed to do... but not too bad because we decided i should come less often HAHAA. okay i got way too much joy from that.
ROOTIE TOOTIE BABY i'm running

listening to: excuse 17 - watchmaker

i had a lovely last-day-before-school today, but i'm too tired to write about it. so check the visuals.
(tarah, i deleted the ones of morgan because i don't know if she'll be comfortable with people seeing those. if you didn't save them, i can send them to you later.)