My Alibi

Can you catch water in a net?

so, i answered the phone at the house this afternoon, which believe it or not isnt a common thing. most of the time if someone calls me, the call my cell phone. anyways. it was a telemarketer, asking for my sister. so i hand her the phone, keep in mind the young man on the other end of the phone had a heavy foreign accent. she said hello, and from what i could tell, he pronounced her name incorrectly. so she proceeded to say "my name is Laura, L-A-U-R-A, repeat after me, 'Lorr-A'", (i guess he did) then she said, "lets say it together..." she found out he is from Jamaica. and anyone who gets calls from telemarketers, and can imagine this conversation really going on, can understand how funny it was to actually hear.
that was basically the high point of my day. for further details, feel free to email me. night.

jumping to conclusions...

today is for sure one of those days where the smallest thing will set me off. it could go either way, fucking pissed, yelling and screaming, or sad and crying. its too detailed for me to go into right here and this late.
i did however get a new board the other day, with these 62mm wheels that are so soft, where i can roll over a monkey-ball and not eat shit. i fucking shreaded it up and down my street tonight. and the weather is perfect. theres a breeze, and its a little humid but its not hot. perfect.

"where do you think your shit will be when you get home from work..."

my feet are fucking thrashed, and my brain is so fucking tired, i dont want to go to the shop tomorrow (today, really). im soooo sleepy but i dont want to go to bed. ugh, i hate this crap. i hate everyone because everyone gets to go on trip but me, while i "hold down the fort" but for what?? to go unappreciated? shit. i guess i just want some type of recognition for anything. for being the "soulful" and kind-hearted person i am. i want to hear corey say "allie, if it werent for you i could have never had any of the positive experiences for almost the past year, with the piece of mind you have given knowing you are the one taking care of my life and home, thank you." when i was little my mother told me wishes arent real, and i never really grasped that concept until i started compromising myself for other people. and i know that is wrong, but im not the type of person to smash someones hopes and dreams into the fucking ground unprovoked. when more than one person is involved with something, someone always have to give and either that means i am fucking weak or too strong for my own good. i cant judge that side of me at all, because i barely know it. so feel free, if you have some great profound vision or whatever. i will say that i know myself well enough to know if we cross pathes (not in a negative sense) that you will either forget me imediately (realitive) or always remember me.

pulling my hair out.

come and knock on our door...

you know youre getting pretty bad when you start seeing repeats of repeats of repeats of Three's Company, on nick at nite. someone, anyone, please send help.

closing my eyes wont help me leave...

back in may i made a list of things i would like to do over the summer. have i done any of the things i listed? no. so like me, to set these objectives, and subconsciously know that i have given myself these parameters i have to live in and function through. which in reality i dont have to do anything, per se.

next topic.
i have this really weird way about me, when i listen to a cd for the first time. if i cant sit down, by myself, with the insert, and listen to the cd, i will hate it. i have this crazy process. im sure alot of other people do too. but i feel like such a snob when it comes to music. i can read music, lyrically and note for note, i can play instruments, and we arent talking the recorder or anything fourth grade-ish, i listen to all different genres of music. and i know nothing of music theory in a technical sense, but i would really like to further that side of my music knowledge. alright, i should go to bed before i start making less sense than what i already do.

yawn

why does anyone blog at all? that has been a topic of conversation via "blogs" recently among many of those that i read. so i thought to myself about why i bother blogging. i couldnt come up with any profound answer. i guess i started because it was something different and new. and filled a little of the plenty of empty time i have. then it progressed only a little further into becoming a little more familiar with the web and html and what you could do with it. but realizing because i dont have my own computer i cant do as much as i would like. and sometimes there are things i want to write about, but i feel a need to censor myself, because people i know might be reading this and i dont want to step on anyones toes. hence the reason i havnet been keeping this blog up to date in recent weeks.
so if anyone has a decent laptop they would like to throw my way, i would be very appreciative.