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[03 Aug 2005|08:53pm] |
i would like to share a story about popsicles.
as those close to me know, i have a current addiction to popsicles, specifically popsicle® brand popsicles (on account of flavor, consistancy, and jokes printed on the sticks). well, last time i went grocery shopping, i found myself in the freezer aisle staring at all the delicious yellow popsicle® boxes comparing prices, flavors, and the amount i would get for my buck. the size of the box also was a factor, as i was on my bicycle. i decided on a kind i have never tried before called "Great White" and the box has a picture of a shark on it, along with three white popsicles flavored cherry, orange, and (this is what got me) the mystery flavor!!!! it's probably grape, i thought quite cynically. the box was relatively small and they were on sale, so despite my benevolence to cherry and orange popsicles, i bought them.
later that day i was ready to suck on a cold tasty treat. like an child on christmas morning, the first flavor i reached for was the MYSTERY FLAVOR. to my pleasant surprise, it was pineapple!!! i thoroughly enjoyed it, and upon completion looked to the stick for a good kneeslapping joke. all the stick said was "The myster flavor is Pineapple." DUH, i said aloud, diappointed. i couldn't help but think: i hope the other flavors have jokes on them. given the font and the way "Pineapple" is capitalized, it appears that maybe there is more than one mystery flavor! what if the other flavors don't have jokes on them? that will sure suck.
a few days went by and more interesting things have happened since that pineapple popsicle. i in fact forgot about popsicles for the past few days. today i got home and stuck my head in the freezer because it is really hot outside. of course i found myself face to face with...the Great White!! i decided it was a good time to have one. cherry was positioned at the front of the box, and i was ok with that, knowing that this box contained pineapple popsicles i could more thoroughly enjoy later. i sat in front of my computer giving head to my cherry popsicle, relishing the thought that it could drip and it would not even leave a trace (since it's white, remember!) then i looked to the stick for a joke. brace yourself...
the stick read....
The mystery flavor is Pineapple.
WHAT?!
first of all, it killed my dream about there being different mystery flavors in the box. now it's still a possibility, but i doubt it. secondly, WHAT THE FUCK, what if i ate a cherry popsicle before eating a mystery flavor and it would totally have ruined the suspense!!!! maybe i just bought a faulty box, in which case i feel cheated and i want my money back. i went to the freezer and stared at the box for awhile, considering writing a letter to the good people at popsicle®, and then figured that i would first write about it in livejournal, as i find the story very amusing and wish to sort out my thoughts before composing a serious letter to a corporation.
i hope they give me free popsicles!!!!!!
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| summer rules!!!!! |
[28 Jun 2005|04:40am] |
i just hung out by the pool today and my legs actually tanned. i read that book he's just not that into you and realized nobody is into me.
albuquerque was much fun...
i do miss chicago though.
i want to live rock and roll, minus the music part, just the partying part. a good excuse for chain smoking.
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| i am the conquerer part two!!!!!!! |
[20 Jun 2005|04:48pm] |
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i feel like even typing about this cheapens it, just a bit, but i can't help it-- this was fucking awesome. last night at estelle's, i met these hot british boys in a band opening for oasis tonight. i got invited me back to the hotel, and i TOTALLY GOT WITH THE LEAD SINGER! and he was so fucking hot and nice and his fucking accent and he took me out to lunch today. shiiiiiiit. i'm on the guest list tonight if all went through, so i guess i am going to go see him fucking sing his hot ass off and then watch jet and oasis. haha. he said they will probably be at estelle's again tonight. this is totally fucking surreal. daft fucking cunts.
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| i'm in a drunken slut phase (again) |
[13 Jun 2005|12:01pm] |
what a fucking fun weekend. saturday we threw hangovers to the wind and lied around the beach all day. drank some beeru, smoked some pot, procured slight tans. afterwards we had to prepare for the double birthday party we decided to have earlier in the day. nancy sent a mass text message to all chicago people and i posted it in facebook and myspace. we bought 60 beers and some sparks and it turned out to be a pretty decent party. unexpected people came which was fun. after most had left, about 10 of us played spin the bottle and i got to make out with everyone present. they all left, and i was disappointed with the makeout scene. there were only 3 straight guys and none of them had potential or were very exciting.
as a result, sarah, nicole and i decided to go to estelle's since they stay open till 5am. it's where all the real drinkers go; everyone is so wasted by this point. as soon as we enter the crowded bar nicole buys me another unneeded drink. sarah ran off and quickly met a man she donned "jeremy london" while i scanned the room. i turned to my side and see a really fuckin cute tall hipster boy. "he is cute, but he looks pretentious" i loudly whispered to nicole. nicole will fish after any guy i want, and so she went up and asked if he was pretentious and said i wanted to know, and then he turned out to be pretty cool. meanwhile sarah announces she is leaving with jeremy london, and she loudly shouts to the bar that she was not going to have sex with him and then fell flat on her face (which, unfortunately, i didn't get to see!). my hipster looking boy had a gay friend with him whose birthday it actually was that day, and he invited us over to his pristine house right down the street from me. the four of us smoked out of a big bong and then i started feeling weird because his apartment was cold and sterile like a hotel. nicole said a few times that boy and i should exchange numbers and he was like, yeah, and then we all left. he was about to go to his house and i was like, dammit, because i really wanted him. and he was like "uh, this is awkward, can i get your number?" and i was like "i guess." he said "i guess?! fine then" and i grabbed him and said "NO! I'M GOING HOME WITH YOU!" and he took my hand, said, "alright let's go!" and we started walking quickly down the alley. i didn't even say bye to nicole, but i'm sure she understands. he said he wanted me to come home with him but he didn't know how to do it with nicole there and then we were just like yay this worked out and went to his house and fooled around all night and he kept being like "i'm so glad you came over!" and i was like "me too." he was hot. so now i have a booty call that lives about 3 blocks away and i don't think he is cool enough to actually like which is really good because i can't handle things of that sort anymore, sex sober and such, agh. yesssss.
today i'm skipping class because i'm fucking tired and our house is a mess. tonight at midnight i am going out and using my finally valid legit texas ID with my name and birthday on it!
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[11 Jun 2005|04:31am] |
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i don't even know why i am posting right now but we went to a party where sarah lost her shoes and purse and then she got in a fight with these bitches because she thinks she left her things in their house and they wouldn't let her in. they were pushing her and so sarah swung at them and then this dude pushed us away. then we walked home, sarah barefoot, and ran into the hot guy that works at utrecht in the sharp building with his friend. they wanted to hang out with us so we went to estelles and they bought us some beer. then sarah passed out so we had to leave which was a shame because utecht boy is HOTTT and i've had a crush on him forever. then we saw the lame scene at home and tried to go back to find them to no avail and got free french fries from underdog. now i have to sleep. gross.
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| oh, i just hate men so much. |
[08 Jun 2005|07:18pm] |
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ugh, i'm at the coffeeshop. there are a few things i can't stop thinking about. mostly they involve boys and why i truly feel i hate them. ok, i'll say like 90%. i am also thinking about my approaching trip to albuquerque and how it will be to meet up with my "penpal" again (who is one of the few boys i don't hate). i'm also thinking about my holography TA and how he is kind of cute but seems very assholish, so why i am attracted to him? he grabbed my hand in the dark today while my teacher was doing a demo and placed it on the table so i could feel the tiny electric current running through it. it was kind of cute. but still, he sucks, i'm sure. i'm so glad sarah is as bitter as i am towards males. i have no faith in them.
apparently, this is all our dads' fault.
today we made fliers to hang up to catch mr. ipod thief. they read "LIAR AND THIEF IN OUR NEIGHBORHOOD!" we go on to briefly tell the story and describe him as a "plain looking boring white guy" and "painter of abstract and traditional paintings". any information email richstolemyipod@hotmail.com.
that is all for now.
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| who are these people??? |
[04 Jun 2005|04:34pm] |
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seriously, boys are nothing but trouble.
so we are like 90% sure this one dude i was making out with at exit last night, and whom we graciously drove back, stole sarah's ipod from the console of her car. he lives not even a block away from me, and we went trying to find his house, when lo and behold he suddenly appears walking on the sidewalk. "um, did you steal my ipod?" of course he denied it. he sounded very believable until he said, "i've never stolen anything in my life."
total overcompensation. i think that line is the dead givaway that he is a master thief. then he said he lost his credit card last night also and had to run off to the bank before it closes at 3 to get money. we analyzed the situation and signs point to he is lying. we'll just see how this all turns out. he has my phone number and when i said bye to him he's all i-really-want-to-hang-out-with-you-again-i'm-really-going-to-call-you-you're-really-cool-alison-do-you-want-to-hang-out-again? it's not even like i like him and he wasn't a very good kisser. that and he is a fucking thief. I SURE KNOW HOW TO PICK EM.
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| i'm skipping school! |
[02 Jun 2005|12:40pm] |
i feel guilty too.
last night andrew and i went to el barco mariscos and had two pitchers of margaritas. sadly, i wasn't even drunk after what was almost a whole pitcher to myself. wtf. we got home and split the last beer that was in the fridge and then talked and talked and then went to bed and talked and talked more because we had both had too much caffeine during the day and by then we were both pretty sober. even when i tried to sleep, i was really just lying there with my eyes closed. i think i finally actually fell asleep around 6 and then i refused to get out of bed for class. oh well. i just awoke from more really vivid dreams:
i was going to go on the roof to get a suntan. (i wish!!!)
i was hosting a reality show and started crying uncontrollably.
a boy called me and apologized.
i was about to go to another party.
big bro m.mccaunaghey lived with vanessa and he was not happy about it.
god. i really want a tan. when are we going to the beach?!
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[31 May 2005|03:36pm] |
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last night i had one of those really epic vivid dreams. i kept waking up and going back to it when i fell back asleep. each time i woke up i tried to replay the whole thing in my head, so i would remember it during the day, but i can only remember bits and pieces now. it involved these creatures that were a cross between a kangaroo and a dinosaur, and they were basketball players in blue and white jerseys. they were in this new el subway stop. the train that went by didn't have walls either. there was this dark sketchy feel to the whole dream. also, some guy mailed himself to me in the mail and somehow i knew who he was, even though he wasn't anybody i know in real life. apparently he was in love with me and that was his surprise to tell me he was sorry he couldn't be with me because he was homeless and i deserve better. he was pretty hot too. then i made out with him and was sad we couldn't be together, on account of his homelessness, but i reminded myself that i cannot date losers, even if i enjoy making out with them. no, it will just lead to heartache.
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[31 May 2005|03:19pm] |
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if you don't know, i'm kind of paranoid. i am also ashamed of myself. i am also a bit of an emotional exhibitionist. this combination of factors is making me really queasy about the livejournal thing. i mean, it is possible to find this journal through my old one. i want to delete my old journal, since it is my screenname and too easy to find, but i don't want to get rid of all the entries because i am nastilly nostalgic. then there is this one, and my lips are too loose. i'm worried about who reads this. uuughhh i'm stupid.
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| this fucking sucks. |
[21 May 2005|07:50pm] |
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tonight is marcelo's last night in town.
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
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[20 May 2005|04:21pm] |
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it is a gorgeous day outside, and i just bought a triple treat. what is a triple treat, you may ask. well, prepare yourself: it is a half sandwich each of tuna salad, egg salad, and chicken salad. i ate the egg salad already, and the others are in the fridge for later....i must say the chicken salad they make there is the best, with the egg salad coming in second place, and the tuna salad is WEAK. very bland. the best tuna salad, as we all know, comes from the place we get the sandwiches from at ritz.
i am almost tuna-ed out though. just almost, not quite yet! i bought two new cans of tuna from family dollar today along with some facial tissue for my stuffy nose. i am sick. it won't go away. i've been sick for about 3 days, but usually my illnesses last 2 days; my immune system must be weakening. i probably have aids. goodbye cruel world!
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[16 May 2005|01:39am] |
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i have the biggest hickey on my neck and a layer of skin gone from my lips. damn, last night was hot. warning, this boy could be volatile. weirdo. pretty fucking cute, all blue-eyed and bisexual, from baltimore, made out on divine's grave.
marcelo and i hugged the drenched in sweat deerhoof drummer. drool.
this is why i love here. every day is awesome, if you help it.
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[13 May 2005|08:34pm] |
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i am sooo done with school. no more guilt.
i think i'm just going to hang out on the couch now. ahhh. there is something about elvis on tv. as i mentioned to nancy yesterday, i really want to start listening to 50's music.
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| i don't love anyone |
[10 May 2005|02:46pm] |
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just the rest of today plus two more...
i feel like such a horrid slacker. my project today sucked. i just can't care right now; i have a one track mind and all i can think is: summer. last night i kept thinking about how happy i am going to be when next week i have no school, then sarah's coming, and then going to albuquerque. all i really want to do is hang out. i haven't been this excited about summer vacation since high school. oh, the novelty of art school is wearing VERY THIN.
there is a lot of good music on the itunes network right now that is begging to be put on my ipod. but wherever could this computer be?!
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| gonna die |
[09 May 2005|01:28pm] |
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whoa, i am a wreck. my flash project is due tuesday! i hardly have anything done! i have to go to school and work on it ASAP! but i had to sleep until 1pm today because i'm so fucking tired. not to mention all the other shit i have to get done. god, week, end, end end end. i can't wait.
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[05 May 2005|07:35pm] |
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i'm at work right now. i hate everyone for various reasons.
this nasty guy had the nerve to talk to vanessa and i at filter earlier. he said he liked our sunglasses and that we looked cool and he wanted to photograph us-- GROSS. then he left and returned 10 minutes later with another lame attempt, where he admitted that he lied earlier. he wasn't really wasn't attracted to our sunglasses, it was just a ploy to talk to us. really, he just likes "big women." and "maybe the three of us can hang out some time..."
I HATE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i hope he got the point we wanted him to die. vanessa told him off a bit but really he wasn't even worth it. what a fucking motherfucker oh my god i am still so pissed off i hate guys so fucking much. HATE EM.
typically, i only attract four types of guys: creepy, black, mexican, and gay.(to be more specific, gross sleazy ugly black men and gross sleazy ugly mexican men.)
EW
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[27 Apr 2005|03:38am] |
i have been quite ridiculous lately. last week i skipped class twice. i drink just about every night. i practically live with marcelo and nicole. i am procrastinating all of my finals big time. the house is a mess. and so on and so on and so on. i just can't wait until this semester is OVER.
damn this coffee for keeping me up.
possible things to do:
- fold clothes in dryer
- masturbate
- play video games
- do work
- lie in bed in vain attempt to sleep
i think you all know which two i am going to do!!! and now i'm excited!
i also just read a whole bunch of my old livejournal, because it is so easy to find, and i want to remember all the incriminating things i said. one merely needs to type in my aim name or my email address into google and it pops up. i am not too sure about that. but, i don't want to delete it. the only other option is making all the entries friends only, i suppose. ugh. well, the only thing they will really learn is that i tend to get depressed every couple of weeks and overanalyze. also, the stalker is quite stalkerish and disgusting and so are his comments on the last few entries. GROSS.
ok. one more thought for the night: i am really glad that whole thing with kyle happened because i think i grew in proportion to how shitty it was. i might have stated that before. but really, i feel like it changed me. i could go on but i am excited about above #'s 2 and 5. w00t!
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[19 Apr 2005|11:38am] |
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i don't know what to do with myself. last night i had a nice big cry, which, seriously, i haven't done for quite awhile. probably since january. it was fueled by my body being in dire need of sleep. i skipped class today because i wanted to sleep in, and plus, we are going to do NOTHING in class, i am sure. now i am all sorts of frazzled and all out of sorts. what am i supposed to be doing?! i know i have a million and one things to do, but i don't know where to start. where am i going in life? what the fuck is going on? why do i always feel like i'm on another planet?! what am i doing in chicago? oh, i go crazy when i am alone for over ten hours. UGH! i am, in cold hard fact, going to go to ritz and pick up my cell phone charger. that is a nice, concrete, necessary thing that i have to do. i also have to register and go to class at 4:30. i can do this! oh, how i just wish i could lie in bed and weep all day long!
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| the elvis pinball machine achieved EIGHTH ORDER IRONY |
[18 Apr 2005|10:24am] |
sometimes i do stupid things when i'm half asleep...such as turning off my alarm clock and then turning over and going back to sleep. i just woke up and i was supposed to be at school registering for fall classes at 10. i even asked jill to stay late at work so i could do this. now, i don't have time to go downtown, so all there is left for me to do is sit around here, which isn't so tragic (i'm still going into work late). i'll probably play some snes games. goddamn. idoit! i don't even remember if i turned off my alarm because it was going off, or i just felt i should. whoa. i just remembered kyle was in my dream. i was in a thrift store, and we saw each other, and he started making fun of me, real mean like. oh, i hate him.
it was nice to sleep in my bed again. that is not to say i have been getting laid. this weekend was pretty fun. the usual, with the added plus of going to hipster bars two nights in a row and pointing out examples of irony. OMG i am sooo over wicker park. it is not even cool at all. the weekends pollute it with suburban yuppie "schaumbergians" and hipsters. although, i almost feel that i should call them psuedo-hipsters. i can't decide who is more annoying. ok, it's the schaumbergians. close one, though.
god. everyone is so stupid but me.
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