Friday, November 21, 2003
Don't stop writing me letters while you are at school and try to think about the fact that somehow, to someone, you are going to make one fuck of a difference in their sad and angry life. This is the truth.
posted by Alison 12:48 AM
Thursday, November 20, 2003
i.. uh.. i think i just let you down.
fuck.
i'm sorry :/
posted by Alison 8:45 PM
Wednesday, November 19, 2003
kate's SO LOOPY
"wheres your pappys grandstache?"
transl: Where is Your Father's Moustache, relative to King's College campus?
"it's matt mcgouggal!"
transl: the scots were wrong
"give us back holidays! i mean alison!"
transl: i've gone slightly paranoid and think my friend is being replaced by strangers.
posted by Alison 11:44 PM
The Ballad of Billy the Kid is really good. Fucking Billy Joel, he'll always be great. Generally I don't like the United States, but in this particular case I'm talking about a person, so God bless 'em.
I can't get over the image of Jim holding onto the desk and shaking-trying-not-to-cry when his teacher played "Goodnight Saigon."
I'm not sure, but I think maybe i've blogged about Goodnight Saigon before. If not, then I've listened and cried to it while blogging before. That is something I'm almost positive of.
I found a list of things I felt like blogging but didn't want to log into blogger when I was supposed to be writing my poetry essay:
- this tea tastes like old things like farms
- i think 10 o'clock is my favourite
- the smoke left over in my jeans smells like cowboys
- i hate this 2% milk... I think as i grow older i'll move to skim with maybe cartons of 1% for tea.
- my life is pretty much a mess of bobby pins
- maybe one day i won't be so lonely and i'll walk on water every chance i get. -counting crows
posted by Alison 6:53 PM
Sunday, November 16, 2003
I'm listening to my best mix CD, which I made just after I came back from Halifax... Just after the one called "I miss Halifax."
Graham got tired of me making that groany/sighy noise I make when you get to a good song and it punches you in the gut every time it came on to a new song when we listened to it at the farm.
I lent it to Martin in Writin' Craft one day and he skipped through a bunch of the tracks (stopping briefly on the rjd2) and came to Supertramp and when Ms. de Braux was right in the middle of a sentence he goes "Oh! Give a little bit"! and I started laughing at him (as I am wont to do... because it's Martin...) and he said "Oh, am I supposed to be paying attention?" to Ms. de Braux who just stared at him.
In conclusion, pregnant teachers are weird, and I don't miss Halifax as much anymore.
posted by Alison 9:33 PM
