the reese's commercial(duhn duhn duuuuuuuuuhn!) .......and more!

okay, so, is anyone else at least slightly disturbed by the new reese's commercial? because, honestly, i'm scared out of my mind. for those of you who have been saved from the horrifying experience, the tagline is 'the perfect threesome...'.

okay, um....anyone? really, is this just me?! hershey's is actually using sex to sell candy?! a candy, i might add, beloved by children everywhere. what, i ask you, is going to happen when a six year old walks up to their parent and asks, 'hey mommy? can i get a reese's so i can have a threesome?' because the rest of the commercial, after using the afore-mentioned tagline, goes on to say, '...milk chocolate, peanut butter, and you.'

really, commercials recently are just plain creepy. has anyone seen the new one for trojan? with the pigs and the bar? i'm not even going to get into that; you can go watch the colbert report; 'the word' was dedicated entirely too it. it was hysterical. i love stephen colbert. he rocks my socks. i've been using that phrase a lot lately; it's getting out of hand. i should really get a better one.

well...anyhoo....it's almost three....and i'm supposed to be watching the fifth element, because it's awesome, and adultswim isn't on tonight; so no aqua teens or futurama, which saddens me greatly. =(
there. look at that smiley and you'll feel my sadness. and abundance of teenage angst. whoever came up with the word smiley, anyway? he isn't freaking smiling. he's sad. so why is he called a smiley? or this one: >=(. he's pissed, he is. and he's got a mole. right on his chin. maybe that's why he's pissed. he also kind of reminds me of a frog. i'm not sure why. maybe he's pissed because his girlfriend told him he looked like a frog and broke up with him. she actually left him for a really hot, rich smiley. who looks like.......brad pitt. in smiley form. but then her old boyfriend, the frog one, wasn't actually a frog. he was actually mark wahlberg smiley in disguise, and now he's going to go beat brad pitt smiley's ass. and then his girl friend is going to be pissed too.....because mark wahlberg is actually a whole lot hotter than brad pitt. and he's more of a bad ass too. so she really shouldn't judge people based on how much they look like frogs in the beginning. really. it could end up....not well.


i have no idea where this all just came from. god.....if this is what living on the freaking island does to your mind, i am definitely moving to manhattan. soon.

(well...if i have to live on an island full of psychopaths....at least it isn't staten island.=)

oh, whoops....did i just write that? oh well. backspace is broken. *cough* hmm....well.....yes, i have to go, because summer does things to my brain and i can't control what i say. which is an issue at points. so i should just leave. now.

really.

okay, i'm going.

see? summer= not good for ali's brain. too much time. ali starts speaking in the third person. writing things that she shouldn't and that could get her into trouble.

this whole third person thing is really kind of creeping her out, actually.

and now she can't stop.

not good.




she's got to leave now.

(oh, and just to give you another small taste of the insanity of my brain right now, i thought this entire post in a british accent. like, i literally was saying all the words in my mind in a british accent. how fucked up is that? oh i know. it's a problem. i'm still thinking in british, actually. these words too. it's stupid 'miss potter'. i had to watch it with mom earlier and it's like renée zellweger's voice is narrating my mind. only not so high pitched. it's quite creepy, really. there. i just said 'quite'. stupid british accent! normally i wouldn't mind, but i'm going to sleep soon, and what if i dream in british?! what if i wake up thinking i live in kingsington and draw little rabbits with blue coats, and mice who try to eat plastic food?! although, falling in love with ewan mcgregor is fine with me. jesus, these little brain storms really have a knack for getting away from me. that's not good.)

really this time: peace.
(see? she left. gone, 'auf wedersehen', 'au revoir'.)
((i could say it in a few more languages....but it's probably better if i just left. so.......good night.))
(((....and good luck.)))
((((oh, come on, i couldn't resist.))))
(((((all right, seriously now: until we meet again, mes amies.)))))

school's out. <--woot woot!

school is out=)

but before i rejoice, i have a story regarding the wonderful and brilliant teachers of west islip schools...
so we're taking finals last week. and two regents. so the whole regents thing is that they give you two hours that you have to stay for, and an extra one if you need to finish. but you can't leave until the second hour is over. and of course almost everyone in class finishes with an entire hour left before we can leave. so we're all chilling out, since apparently reading or drawing on scrap paper for a while so you don't go insane is against new york state law. and our proctor starts getting pissed that we're so fidgety. so when our teacher comes in, he tells the proctor to just tell us to shut up. so now our teacher leaves again, and our proctor, who between you and i didn't seem to be the brightest of persons, goes, 'come on guys, just--just chill out. put your heads down and go to sleep for half an hour!'
so of course none of us do that, we all just sit there and stare at her. so she says it again, and still no one pretends to sleep. it's like, are you kidding me? first of all, we're all wired on sugar and worry right now; secondly, our teachers have spent all freaking year screaming at us for falling asleep in class. and that is an entire other post within itself, because you don't want to get me started on sleep deprivation and stupid, insensitive teachers.
anyway, so our teachers have spent all year screaming at us for sleeping, so i think it's safe to say that we are all scared crapless of falling asleep in the school building. it's like if every time you tried to get a cookie from the jar, you were exposed to minor electrocution. and now someone is trying to convince you that that won't happen this time. even if they're right, do you really want to chance it?
on top of us being too afraid to fall asleep in class, has she noticed this is the fucking regents?! the rest of our high school, college, and actual career depends upon how we did on those papers on her desk. we have spent all week preparing for this, worrying about it, studying madly; does she really think now is the best time to be telling us to sleep?! how the hell does she expect us to?
so again, we all just stare at her. and finally she tones it down to that annoying thing where she repeats the sleep idea to us on five minute intervals. so we spent all of our time glaring at her and drawing on the desks.

the end.

well not really. the end of story. i really have an issue with complaining, don't i? that's not good. i should work on that. i have all summer now.

oh whoa. it just hit me that it's summer. i mean , hit me. i had obviously known before now, but i guess the full force of that statement is only reaching me now. has that ever happened to anyone else? like your brain just had a mini explosion? or, when i try to comprehend the full idea of infinity. a big explosion?
yeah. so.....i have to go do teenager stuff.....and summery stuff.........t'will be a good time. =)

-later, my sancho pansas.

(tee hee.)
((that was my orch-dorkyness coming out. whoops.))