my blog, where everything is everything fa sheezy

my blog, where everything is everything fa sheezy

Friday, May 23, 2003

picture of snake



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this is the one i like best so far, i think.

posted by Alison 12:46 AM

Tuesday, May 20, 2003

speaking of vandalism/ graffitti/ writing on desks today at dinner (bbq w/ vanessa, hugh and my mumma. good food, good times) i was thinking one of the best ones i saw was in the bathroom before the opera with my dad in the shopsy's across from the hummingbird centre "I <3 Justin but he doesn't <3 me."
Cuz it was so true ;)
posted by Alison 12:53 AM

Monday, May 19, 2003

currently written on my arm in the red marker I stole from Matt Smith's house after Vanessa and I wrote on a sleeping Kate:
-the seed
-all the red drinks
-fuck each other

this weekend was crazy. but i feel eerie... still, i got to stick to my girls like glue.
posted by Alison 3:10 AM

Sunday, May 18, 2003

I'm at Courtney's now. It's only 11.25am and she's clearly still asleep... I'm just a loser who can't sleep in. I was all "i'm not gonna drink" last night and then I totally did... But it was coo'. I'm glad Courtney's not mad at me anymore, and yeah, it's ALL GOOD! Like.. in so many ways. Me and Vanessa fully (vanessa's word!) want to write about everything that went down and can't. I feel like something's missing. I think it's an e-mail (*glances west*). I think it's a lot of things. The party was just so.. tired.. last night for the first little while. I mean, it was also chill and that was good, but what was with Josh totally bailing at like 11pm? He barfed into the gutter on his knees in the doorway of his minivan in front of his dad. And I kept thinking that I didn't really want to be there... But it's kind of like in these last few months of high school we've exhausted ourselves socially. I guess Vanessa is the last new friend I made and before her it had been a long while and there's just no one left, it feels like. We exhausted boys to hit on and places to get drunk and ways to get drunk and ... I'm just waiting for him to come and I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do after he's gone, cuz I'm tired of waiting.
posted by Alison 12:31 PM

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Why should I not publish my diary? I have often seen reminiscences of people I have never even heard of, and I fail to see - because I do not happen to be a 'Somebody' - why my diary should not be interesting. My only regret is that I did not commence it when I was a youth.

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