Saturday, July 12, 2003
I was just reading this article about kids having crazy parties that destroy their houses, and one of the reasons their houses are getting destroyed is because the parents are too afraid to do something lest they ruin their child's social life. That really pisses me off; what the fuck do parents care about their kids' retarded friends when they're shitting on their rugs? I also read this article a while back about parents who are instilling too much confidence in their children, and it's shit like this that's a product of that over-confidence. Parents like that are fucking weak. Even if the parents were hippies back in the day and used to doing whatever they wanted, their kids are obviously taking it too far. My parents were hippies, but my parents were fucking hardcore! They'd out peace-and-love your fucking parents any day of the week, BITZ!
I'm bored. Maya is back and I hope to see her today. Registering for courses is damn confusing.
posted by Alison 6:02 PM
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
I hate it when people call and don't leave messages. I'm always thinking back to that Archie comic where Betty is like "If it's important, they'll call back!" but Betty didn't know that my friends are stoooopid!
So remember, folks, always leave messages for me on my answering machine. Especially next year when I will be alone and lonely.
posted by Alison 2:17 PM
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
Alison recites "the panther" by Odgen Nash in full
Father: I'm glad to see I've taught you something. Oh, that and who the product of a newspaper is.
Me: I'm the product. Because the advertisers buy me, right?
Father: Yes. Is proud.
Haha. My family is intelligent. It's hilarious.
posted by Alison 11:33 PM
In the style of CJPW...
Nicholas: I did not deflower yr boi. Plz don't 'ate me.
I sure do think 'e's real cute, tho.
posted by Alison 10:23 PM
Monday, July 07, 2003
I ate SO MUCH ice cream tonight.
This one time when I was in grade five... Right at the beginning of the year, at a new school, this teacher had died who I never knew. We made art and stuff to give for her funeral. Maria (best friend grades five through ten) wrote this poem called "death" that i still have a copy of, and I just drew a picture of a butterfly and wrote "Now she is free" in 'fancy' writing. What the hell. What was I thinking? That's such a strange thing, I think, for a grade five to write. Huh.
I want to go to that Rolling Stones with Sara & co.
posted by Alison 2:16 AM
Sunday, July 06, 2003
i don't like not going outside, but i don't like going outside with no one to go with.
i have to go shopping and i don't want to... but i'm going with julia, so it's okay.
i wish my parents were around more often. the house sucks when it's just me and the tenants inside.
i wish i knew how to barbecue better ;)
i really want to go out for dinner. with a boy.
i like the way callum smells.
my hair looks really good today, but i haven't done laundry in like two weeks, so other than that, i look like ass.
haha.
posted by Alison 4:25 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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