you know those days, where you can tell it's going to be shitty from the very beginning? like, you wake up way before you meant to, and then you get yelled at when you keep falling back to sleep? well not exactly that maybe, but that idea. and it might seem like it's going fine for awhile, and then the crappiest news ever shows up, though i won't go into detail about that here. let's just say it involved the extended family. so that in itself is enough to ruin your day out of sadness for them. and then, on top of that, it starts a conversation about another person whom you happen to be having problems with. and that get's you thinking about how it isn't fair that they did this to you in the first place, because you had enough to worry about, like growing up, before they had to go and fuck everything up for you. and it's like you just want to scream at them "What the fuck is wrong with you?! You're the adult, and I'm the kid! Get it fucking straight!" And now, because of their selfishness, your life is the one impacted.
something bry said to me got me thinking; he said he'd been feeling like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, for about the last two weeks, but really, he'd felt like that for almost 22 years. and it makes me sad, because i think just about everyone feels that way at some point or another, and most of the time it's not their fault. and the worst part is that when that happens, you feel like you can't talk to anyone about it, because you'll be laying your problems on them. and i think things could be so much better in this world if people would just talk to each other about the things that mattered, instead of the stupid stuff. I think then that there wouldn't be so much self-pity either, because they could help you get through it, and you wouldn't have to be alone.
i can tell you right now, i have never been more grateful for Sarah McLachlan; World on Fire has been playing practically non-stop on my iPod.

don't mention this to mom; she'll just get worried, and all i needed was to write this down and get it out.
really though, think about what i said, because all of you, meaning my siblings, know what happens when people don't talk to each other.

and i want you to know that i love you all so much, and you can talk to me whenever you need to, if there's no one else.
love♥,
ali

(here are the lyrics, you should download the song; it's gotten me thru tough
times.)

Hearts are worn in these dark ages
You're not alone in this story's pages
The light has fallen amongst the living and the dying
And I'll try to hold it in
Yeah I'll try to hold it in
The world's on fire it's more than I can handle
I tap into the water and try to bring my share
I try to bring more, more than I can handle
I'll bring it to the table
I'll bring what I am able
I watch the heavens but I find no calling
Something I can do to change whats coming
Stay close to me while the sky's falling
I don't wanna be left alone, don't wanna be alone
The world's on fire it's more than I can handle
I tap into the water and try to bring my share
I try to bring more, more than I can handle
I'll bring it to the table
I'll bring what I am able
Hearts break, hearts mend, love still hurts
Visions clash, planes crash, still there's talk of
Saving souls, still the cold's closing in on us
We part the veil on our killer sun
Stray from the straight line on this short run
The more we take, the less we become
A fortune of one man means less for some
The world's on fire it's more than I can handle
I tap into the water and try to bring my share
I try to bring more, more than I can handle
I'll bring it to the table
I'll bring what I am able
The world's on fire it's more than I can handle
I tap into the water and try to bring my share
I try to bring more, more than I can handle
I'll bring it to the table
I'll bring what I am able

.........the bloggyness!

emm......i am writing this just to tell you that i am back, and we are free to shout about blogs all we like!
=)
hehehe........peace out!

(boo creepy foot doctor!)

re: excuse me, but what the hell is going on?

just thought i should say this before i go to bed, and dont let the screwed up clock on this site fool you, it's almost midnight, and i have been up til like 4:30 all week as it is, and today i had to wake up at 11:30, and that may seem late to some of you, but consider this : 1.) I went to bed at 4:30 2.)it was a sunday in the middle of the summer 3.) obviously if you can wake up earlier than that, you go to bed at a semi-decent hour, and quite frankly, that's embrassing to me. we're teenagers people! it's practically our job to be rebelliously lazy. and 4.) it's not my fault that you obviously don't appreciate good television, because adultswim is only on after 11, and all the shows that i actually watch by them, i.e. fullmetal alchemist, aqua teens, family guy, s-cry-ed, futurama, cowboy bebop, and even occasionally samauri champloo, are on at exceedingly late hours. all right, so family guy, fullmetal alchemist, and futurama are all on between 11 and 12, but still, what about when the same episode replays between 2 and 3? do you expect me to only watch it once?!
*sigh*.
ok...er.....now that we are completly off-track, what was this about again?
................um.............give me a minute..............
(lightbulb appears and i snap my fingers)
right! i was going to talk about a previous post.
in response to my post a few months ago directed towards my siblings as to where exactly t. stewart on a popsicle stick ended up, i have learned of it.
*sigh*
i am sorry to say that t. stewart on a popsicle stick, the sole reason that t. stewart won the thanksgiving race (do you think any of the other racers are on a popsicle stick?! no, i didnt think so.), has been.............submerged!
yes, it is true. the beloved figure, long residing (since thanksgiving at least) in a potted plant in the living room of aimee's house, was first moved outside. and then, to the horror of myself, and hopefully a few others, was the victim of a fateful accident, in which the plant he lived in was drenched, in the process of being watered, and t. stweart o.a.p.s. sank into the muddy depths of the pot, not to be recovered. indeed, we will mourn him. but i am removing myself of any more responsibility regarding t. stewart winning or losing races, as it was not my fault that he is no longer on a popsicle stick. that being said, perhaps we can make a t.s.o.a.p.s. nombre deux.
so, i thought i ought to just follow up on that, since i made a point of asking the other day.
anyhoo......off to bed, early day tomorrow, especially if i want to be home in time for fullmetal alchemist, which, in a rare time slot only used on mondays, is on at 12:30. and s-cry-ed is on at 1. not that you guys care, since you can all apparently wake up before 11:30 a.m!
lmao
♥ you guys anyways.....
peace out,
-als

Curby: Master of the Poufs

so....my sister has this dog, known as curby. he ways about thirty pounds and has serious territorial issues. such as, "the couch is mine!"
ok seriously, this dog went from being like freaking ghetto "mess with me and i beat yo ass" to "Princess Curby"=).
they found him on the curb....hence the name. and his first christmas with them? he peed on the tree. albeit it was a live tree that year, so i can see where he might have been wrong and thought "hey look! indoor plumbing!", but that is beside the point. anyway, the reason i am bringing this up now is because at this point, he has been living with them about two years, i think. and he sleeps about 22 of the 24 hours in a day; the rest of the time is spent cuddling, eyeing your food, and flipping out at one of their other dogs, a considerably larger black lab puppy named Trooper.
now curby cant just go to sleep on the couch like a normal beagle. curby requires a satin, Pier 1 pouf to sleep on. and no, i am not kidding. or exaggerating. i.e. my mom and my aunt are here with me today and tomorrow before we come home, and my aunt doesnt feel comfortable with dogs. so they went upstairs. and no joke, we're sitting on the front porch, and all of a sudden, we hear curby going nuts up there because he wont go to sleep without his poufs.
this isn't normally a problem, as the four pillows on the couch are all satin pier 1 poufs, and yes, curby has claimed them as his.
so, the reason for my post: aimee and i walked into the living room the other day to find curby, sprawled out, asleep. and the clincher: in the process, he managed to span three poufs at once. this is, as we quickly exclaimed, an amazing new record, as curby, when fully stretched out, is not even as tall as my leg. meaning he is rather short. we planned to take a picture so it might accompany this post, but the camera wouldn't work, so i am left to tell you the details so you can imagine this very historical, record breaking scene for yourself.
There is no doubt, Curby is Master of the Poufs.
(he also happens to be a professional cuddler, we have decided, because honestly, whenever someone sits down on the couch, within the next three minutes, he is on your lap to make sure that A.) you have something to cuddle with, and B.) only he remains master of the poufs.)

peace out, and check the b4u, there was an emergency party update.
♥ali
p.s. i'll be home tomorrow night!=)

hehe, i've decided i adore buddy4u share. i've also decided these have to be the two greatest icons ever.




oh that's only the one. this is the best. me and aim have decided we'll go around saying this now....



hahahaha isnt that awesome?! lol. kay, well, it's now 3 minutes to 1 am, and im going to bed. peace out. ♥

er.......i cant seem to think of a title for this one.....

hehe
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er.....thats an arrow.....pointing down......yes.........cant you see it? poo. forget you.







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"duh".

people....i am beginning to worry. the no-duh and duh crazes are on the return. what am i referring to, you ask? well, let's go back a few years, shall we? it's around 1998. my fellow 14 year olds, we were in second grade at the time. the duh craze was sweeping across the nation, closley followed by "no-duh", which, as you may remember, was only used when someone said something really stupid. well, looking back on that time in my life, i recall that i, too, took part in saying those two phrases, and now i see just how very illiterate that made me sound.

Random figurehead from my past: "Hey, did you hear? The pet rabbit from down the hall got out again!"
Me: No-duh.

do you see? how does that make me sound? not very intelligent. well, that was 7 years ago, at least. But now, the reason i have started this post: it's back.
The first signs were seen only a few months ago; "duh" began appearing in aim conversations, away messages.....even profiles. and now, well, you can only imagine the extent of it's influence nationally. if we arent careful, we could be looking at a "duh" epidemic, but on a global scale. so i am asking you, my few readers, please, do all you can to prevent such things from happening.
choose.....er......uh, not duh. yeah......"uh"........*sigh* you know what? scratch that, that's just as bad. poo. just dont say duh, how about that. yes.....right......