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Oh my... [18 Apr 2005|11:41am]
You know, it's been such a long time since I've had anything to do with livejournal.

Amazing, since it used to be my update every day at least.
Since I no longer use this, I'm oging to delete it, perhaps. And all my other ones too, except for the longest running one I've got, my eyeseeyou account.
That one has too many memories and shit for me to just up and delete it, know-what-i'm saying?

anyway, what i'm getting at is if you'd like to keep in contact with this sexy beast (me) and you have an account at myspace.com, go ahead and go here:


go ahead... go there. add me. i'll add you back like... automatically. lol.

keep it surreal lovelies...

**Life is but a dream to the dead**
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! [25 Jan 2005|04:01pm]
[ mood | complacent ]

Yeah, that was not really needed, but it was just so much fun, I had to do it. Know what I'm saying? Of course you do, if you're on my friends list you have to have an inkling of understanding about the ways of me. I mean, I'm merely assuming.

My mom is gone. She went down to Anaheim for a few days with one of her male companions. In the meantime, she has taken my grandmothers credit card with her, which sucks some major ass because I just found out about Incubusbootlegs.com (in which the band sells bootlegs of some of the Euro-tour and give the money to MYF) and I really REALLY want "Live in Sweden" because not ONLY does it have "Pantomime" but it has "Crowded Elevator" also, and because I've never heard that song I WANT THAT C.D. But my mother has the credit card. And the last eight numbers she gave me weren't right or something. So I try calling her, right? No. Sir Boyfriend of the moment lets me know that she's not with him (all I had was his cell number) but he'd give me his home number. Only problem is? She's there alone. She's not going to answer the damn phone. And I realized this after I hung up with the guy. So... I figure if she's alone she'll eventually get online. And then I can order my C.D on rush delivery, and it'll come in like... a week.

And that, my friends, will be awesome.

I've finally figured out my religious scene. I'm agnostic. Which is pretty cool actually, it just means I'm floating somewhere in the middle of believer and athiest. Like, I think there may be a God, but I don't really know. Not really on the ball. Thats cool, I can live with that.

Finals are all this week. Okay, so in reality it's from tomorrow to Friday. I'm really not looking forward to this, considering what it is: test after test after test. I'm so fucked. Tomorrow is 7th period, Thursday is 1, 2, and 3. Then Friday is 4, 5, and 6. Third and 6th are gonna suck. Math and History? Yeah, bombing those bitches. And I've got to be in those classes for two hours straight? This really isn't going too well for me. Teachers have been consistently pounding the message "Study" into our brains, but I really don't think it's going to affect us much. C'mon, we're high school students. How often are we really going to listen? So, as usual, I will find myself panicking, even though I certainly have the chance at this very moment to be studying. What fun is that though? Sit there and stare at text no one really cares about? Besides, on most of the tests we get notes. I'll just be using my handy-dandy study guides.

Which reminds me, EXEMPT FROM THE CHOIR FINAL! SWEET! Thank God I'm doing the honor choir thing this year.

I really want that C.D. GAWD.

Posting Incubus lyrics, as I usually do. Because even though I'm not quite sure of how the song goes, the lyrics have been stuck in my head. You know, when I do get this C.D, I'll be listening to it 24/7. Absolutely. It'll be... nonstop. Anyway, here ya go:

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I'd have to say my favorite line is this: "In my fantasy you look good entwined in my hair and skin and spit and sweat and spilled red wine"
I think it may be the thought of being entwined in Brandon Boyd. *drool*
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!!!!!MOJAVAPALOOZA!!!!! [22 Jan 2005|01:03pm]
[ mood | whiplash-ed ]

I've got like the worst case of whiplash ever.
Also, my chest hurts, as do my shoulders and my throat.
My ankles hurt a wee bit, and I love it.

What the hell is Mojavapalooza you are asking yourself. Is this something I've missed out on? Well, it only happens in Mojave my fuzzy friends. In fact, this was the first year it's happened. Basically like a Lollapalooza, only just a bunch of local bands. Which was cool, the bands were definitely awesome. I remember not being able to hear directly after the concert, considering I was sitting right next to a speaker (I got lazy between bands and sat on the stage, and sometimes during the performances). There was tons of moshing and stage diving, and therefore getting kicked out of no where and fallen on-top of.

I'm really tired right now.
And my neck is killing me, which sucks pretty bad.

Um... what to say. Tim's hair was hacked to death. The lady that cut his hair went... way too far. So now, instead of beautiful Brandon Megalomaniac hair, it's a little shorter than Brandon "Drive" hair. Yeah. Slightly depressed, but otherwise making it.

I re-dyed my hair. Burgandy again. It's really dark and menacing looking. I want it to stay this color, this exact shade, till at least Monday. That way everyone can see it, know-what-I'm-sayin? A few of them saw it last night, at the thing, but ya know... it just doesn't count till they see it in the light. And seeing the color in the light is too cool for school.

One of the lead singers from one of the bands was uber hot. His name was Kevin, and he's in this band called "Means to an End" from Ridgecrest. Really just an awesome band with a hot lead singer. Utterly.

I'm gonna do my norm now, post lyrics from my favorite band in the world. Because they are awesome.

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Long, weird entry inspired by the latest ramblings of freakxmonkey [17 Jan 2005|06:32pm]
[ mood | random ]

Pimples are the devil. Especially when they're in really awkward places. It really bugs me that they just pop up out of no where too, where you're just sitting there and all of a sudden you go an look in a mirror and you've got this big, nasty, white pimple winking you in the face. Boo. And then it's like, I don't wear make-up (like foundation sort of make-up)so it ends up winking everyone else in the face. "HEY, IM A BIG NASTY PIMPLE AND IM SITTING HERE ON ALI'S FACE! MWHAHAHAHA!"

I have a lot of gay friends. I never realized it till I was watching Will and Grace, but I've got a friend who acts almost just like Jack. He's great; I love him to death. I think everyone should have an uber gay, Jack McFarlen-esque friend to shop with. Or at least just wander with, because it's so much fun to turn to a guy and say "Oh jesus, will you look at the butt on that guy?" It's just so much fun. BY DECREE, EVERY WOMAN SHALL HAVE AT LEAST ONE HOMOSEXUAL MALE FRIEND.
Starting now.

I liked the Backstreet Boys for about 3 years before I ever got to go to a concert of theirs. And I got the shittiest seats in the entire world for that concert, at a whopping 75 bucks, and no god-damn pictures. With Incubus, I had been a major super duper fan for a mere 3 months before finally getting to see them live. And the original tickets were only 32.50. PLUS I got to get down onto the floor for FREE. Does anyone find it weird that, it was easier to see my favorite group after three months than the one of three years? And does anyone notice the fact that my obsessions go in threes before I get to see a concert? Except for this TOC thing. I'll have been a "the Used" fan for 9 months by the time I see TOC. Hmmm... still incriments of 3. Weird.

Hilary Duff licks ass crack. As does Lindsay Lohan.

No, You're not the first to fall apart
But always the first one to complain
You better get careful or you'll compromise
Everything you are

This world is a drought when out of love
Please come back to us
You're all of the above
"I'm making a choice to be out of touch.
Leave me be." He said,

"Leave me here in my stark, raving, sick, sad little world!"
I've never had unpaid confidantes
It's more than I would care to explain
But I have an open door policy
When it comes to blame

This world is a joke when out of love
Please come back to us
You're all of the above
"I'm making a choice to be out of touch.
Leave me be." He said,

"Leave me here in my stark, raving, sick, sad little world!"

Incubus is a very intellectual band. I mean, sure, when they first started they were nothing but crack-heads. But thats okay, because everyone grows up and they do. Each album they do, they reinvent themselves. And they always do a damn good job of it too. I love them so very much. Too much in reality. I think if they really did break up, I'd be completely gothic or something. Not that being gothic is bad, but it's just not me. You see what I'm saying?

Lame Llama x [6:44 P.M.]: wow. it does.
MlleColey06 [6:45 P.M.]: i thought it was cool :P
Lame Llama x [6:46 P.M.]: you would. you crazy freak! 8-)
MlleColey06 [6:46 P.M.]: stop! now you're just doing it to make me look weirder.
Lame Llama x [6:46 P.M.]: :-D
MlleColey06 [6:47 P.M.]: ALK;JFAL;SJFAD
Lame Llama x [6:48 P.M.]: DS,FHSDAKFJDHKJC\DAFSL SD=-O
MlleColey06 [6:49 P.M.]: or whatever celebrity you don't like.

Me and my online friends are weird. You know, on yahoo I know most of my list personally, but on AOL I only know a few personally? Thats pretty freakin' awesome. This year, I actually talk to the guy I like. All the time. In fact, a lot has happened between us. I mean, we haven't hooked up and we're not dating, but considering how much shit happened LAST year with whats-his-face? Yeah, definitely a change.

I used to have a re-occuring dream that starred Nick Carter, where it would be all these different instances I'd meet him, and each time we'd go to hug each other, he'd stab me in the back. Literally. Creepy right? Maybe I knew about his abusive tendencies before the world knew. Sound strange? Just imagine how I felt when I'd wake up.

I also had this dream this one time recently where Trina (iam1girl2love) and I go to this Incubus concert, and there's this announcement by the door. There would be an Incubus song title on the ticket, and when the band played the song you got to go down onto the ground floor, where the band was playing. My song was "Nice To Know You" ( don't ask me how I remember, I don't know). So anyways, they start playing and you know, my song comes on. I make my way down to the floor, and for some reason I'm the only one down there. So I'm roaming actually amidst the band, getting in their faces and watching them, touching... etc, etc, etc. So for some reason, after Nice To Know You, the concert's over. Brandon and I start talking, and all of a sudden I get a phone call. Then for some reason, security is trying to rush me, and I'm running to the outside, where there's like this car rental place. So I go and try to rent a car, when all of a sudden Brandon comes in and he rents a mini cooper. He explains that he's gonna help me get away by driving me to Florida. Then Mike comes up and he's trying to get into the trunk, and Brandon's getting all pissed off, and I'm like "Look, I have to go like now... so thanks" and then I get into the car, but Brandon somehow is already in the drivers seat, and Mike is in the backseat... then we just sort of go. And then I woke up.

To get up and walk away would be too easy
So stay and stand your ground
Just watch your mouth with me
On the back of every right there's a wrong looming
So here you and I should tread as soft as these razor blades for boots will let be

Have you ever tried to step in my shoes?
Have you ever tried to balance on that beam?
And if you ever tried to step in my shoes
They'll never be quite as soft as they seem

Unabashed honesty would be ideal
But a prophet did once say that honesty is a lonely word
So where do we go from here, abandon ship now?
My problem is you make me melt and I don't want to be frozen anymore

Have you ever tried to step in my shoes?
Have you ever tried to balance on that beam?
And if you ever tried to step in my shoes
They'll never be quite as soft as they seem

Have you ever...have you ever tried to?
I have never...I have never tried to
Have you ever tried to step in my shoes?
Have you ever tried to balance on that beam?
And if you ever tried to step in my shoes
They'll never be quite as soft as they seem

I really want some pizza, and this has gone on for like...ever. So I'm done. Enjoy, and if you actually read all of this, remind me to get you a cookie.

Blink and you miss a beat
Keep one of your eyes open at all times
Think that you're on the brink?
The shit hasn't even begun to hit the fan

Consequence you'll see will be stranger than a gang of drunken mimes
Situation has a stink
Better clear the air before your son becomes a man

Blink. Everything's been augmented
You've been left so far behind
Think, for sure, next time you should wear a pair of eyes in the back of your head

Consequence you've seen has been stranger than sci-fi of any kind
Situation baffles me
I guess it's true you too are one of the walking dead

You better think fast!
Cause' you never know what's comin' around the bend
You better not blink!
For Consequence is a bigger word than you think
It's bigger than you or me


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jacked from morbidsilence23 completel, totally, and utterly. [17 Jan 2005|01:29pm]
[ mood | crazy ]

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[16 Jan 2005|05:44pm]
Oh by the way... anyone here know how to make icons? Who is willing to make me icons? That'd be cool and so nice of my friends. Yes.

Okay. Good.
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Whoa. [16 Jan 2005|04:31pm]
[ mood | bored ]

I had a dream last night, about Brandon Boyd at sixteen years old. Check it out, we were both drunk as hell, and at this kickback or whatever. So I'm stumblingwalking by and all of a sudden he pulls me into his lap. And I'm drunk as shit so I'm just like "wheeee!" which I probably would be anyway, but thats beside the point. So we're talking and shit, and all of a sudden I like down and he's sliding his hand up my *inner* thigh. I won't go into anymore detail, but dude... that was one cool fuckin' dream.

Too cool for school. I'm a perv and I like it like that.

Anyway, Friday was an awesome day. I got fucked with by these two guys in my sixth period--Kyle and Israel--while I was trying to do my history terms. Israel kept pushing my desk forward slowly, and then Kyle would push it back really fast. So I had whiplash for a few minutes. I think they were trying to annoy me, but it really wasn't working... because I'm too cool for getting annoyed. Considering I like one of the guys, and formerly liked the other guy... I thought it was cool. Found out Kyle--a harcore heavy metal elitist--is actually into Incubus. That was awesome possum-ness.
Fifth period I got to feel up on Tim's chest, which was pretty cool too. For those of you who don't know, you have to understand how cool this is. Tim (the guy I'm crushing on really bad) is 6'1", blue eyes, black hair, and has the body of Brandon Boyd. Almost EXACTLY like Boyd's, so getting to molest him is killer tubulistical. Yeah, he was mentioning the fact that he could put his hair up into a pony tail (it's surfer-ish length... think something like Boyd in "Megalomaniac") and his friend suddenly says "Dude, you look like a chick... with no tits." He was trying to argue that he did have some boobs, and so... being the female in a group of males, I decided to take it upon myself to test his boobage. Which is beautiful.

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Saturday I had to wake up early and go to Bakersfield to rehearse for Honor Choir. We practice this French song for half an hour straight, considering we have four other songs to learn. After a while, we get a 13 minute break, work for another hour, and then I head back into Mojave. Most of the day I find myself laying around. I stayed up till 1 in the morning, doing nothing. Writing, watching TV, thinking, practicing my music.

And today has been nothing but laying around and watching TV also.

I am so freakin' bored right now. My ass is numb from the time it's taken me to type all this crap out. And I'm gonna do what I always do, and post some lyrics to an incubus song. I mean, they're just that awesome. How could one not like them? I watching "Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen" and that part, where she finds out her favorite band is breaking up? What if that happened to Incubus? I'd be really depressed. I'd cry. Really hard.

If you are on right now and reading this, you should IM me. Somewhere. Anywhere:
AIM: lame llama x
YIM: ali_roxursox

Incubus is awesome. And therefore here are lyrics.

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Back to the domesticated prison (or so we think). [13 Jan 2005|04:43pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

Well I finally got back to school, after two days of being out. Moday... well, you already heard about that and the other I was throwing up for. Yesterday I ended up back in school, and fretting since I thought I'd be welcomed by a Spanish test I knew nothing about. Which was not the case, since it was TODAY I got the Spanish test I knew nothing about. Peachy right? There was also US History test today, but I weaseled my ass out of that one, since I convinced the teacher that, in all fairness, I shouldn't have had to do the test since I was absent when the study guide was assigned.

Score for absentyism.

I found out that I won't have to pay for that ticket after all. Her mom was buying two, and she was being forced to take this chick Shelby, but the girl Shelby really didn't want to go. So I get to be in free. Nice, right? It's a beautiful thing, it really is. So Taste of Chaos (in March) HERE I COME! YEEEEEEEEEEEHAW!

And now for something to think on!

I'm questioning my faith. For as long as I can remember, it's been engraved into my head that I am a Christian, and I should follow the Christianly walk and all this other crap. And when I was younger, I got a feeling... an overjoyous feeling everytime I set foot into a sanctuary. Now, everytime I go to Church, I can't help but feel... empty. It's just not doing anything for me anymore; as I grow older and see diffrerent views on life, I begin to wonder how I really feel about the whole religion scene. Am I really believing in God because I actually do believe, or because it's what I'm told is right? To be an atheist is practically looked down upon, but everything inside me is saying this can't be it. I'm sacraficing all the things that make me happy, just so I can "walk" with a "person" I've never even seen. The worlds a visual place, it's hard to believe it if you can't see it. I don't know anymore, I really just don't know.

Well, what else is there to say? What's plaguing me beside this is trivial. Just some boy troubles, things no one needs to really hear about. The boy I like doesn't play with me as much as he used to, blah blah blah. Whatever. I'm going to post lyrics now, that really identify with how I'm feeling about religion right now. In fact, in the explanation, it's the exact thing I'm feeling:

"Favorite things is my personal beliefs about religion and how it oppresses the things I enjoy the most. Unfortunately, the simplest things, such as thinking for myself, creating my own reality and being whatever the hell I want to be each day of my life, are a sin. To be a good Christian basically means to give up the reigns of your life and let some unseen force do it for you." - Brandon Boyd

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Second snow day? [10 Jan 2005|06:53pm]
[ mood | indescribable ]

So it didn't actually snow today, but it rained like it was crazy. Which meant my mother decided it would be okay if I skipped school today. So it was kind of like declaring a snow day; only it was declaring a rain day, I guess you could call it. For me anyway, since everyone else had to go to school today. It was okay... I got to sleep in, which was certainly nice since I really didn't get that great of a sleep last night.

What did I do today? Cleaned. And incu-bopped like I was crazy. But I do that everyday, so it really doesn't matter. So most of the day was spent lounging around, watching the rain come down, and cleaning. A buddy of mine, Justine, came by and checked on me. I converted her; she now thinks Brandon Boyd is hot as hell. I could've explained that, but she would never believe me without visual proof. And now she's like *insert drooling here* Damn, how cool am I? Super cool.

"Q: How dope is Kilmore?
Mike: Kilmore is pretty dope.
Kilmore: Real dope."

Yeah I need a life.

Anyway, so I guess now I need 29 bucks for the TOC concert. This sucks a bit, since originally I needed 25, and then my friend was like "Well it's 29" which means I'm now short nine bucks for the ticket. Slightly depressing, since it was all planned out and yeah there it was but now it's different, you know what I mean? So somehow I've got to scrounge together nine bucks and I need it soon. Where am I gonna get it? The world may never know, but as God as my witness I will get it.

It felt weird staying home from school today, because I seriously go to school completely sick. It's unconditional, me and school usually go together like salad and Italian dressing. I missed an entire day of all my friends and had to clean in replacement. That was the most un-cool feeling in the entire world. I hated it. I'm actually really glad I'm going back to school tomorrow. That way, I won't be cleaning for an entire day and I'll be too tired to do any cleaning tomorrow anyway.

Oh wait, Taco Tuesday tomorrow night. Yay. Taco Bell.

I sort of want to become a vegitarian. I think it'd be pretty cool. I mean, I feel kind of guilty for eating a helpless animal, you know? But my mother explained to me that being a vegitarian is expensive, and we don't have the money for me to become vegitarian. So that really sucks balls. Maybe I could just see how no more meat feels like for a day. Then, if all goes well, I'll just stop. Make sacrafices, eat other things in replacement, even if I don't like them, hear what I'm saying?

Of course you don't, this is the internet... you can't hear what I'm saying through a computer screen. Cripes.

As I always do, I'm going to post lyrics here. Incubus, as usual. I'm just so incu-boppy today. More so than I usually am. It's a good song, off of "A Crow Left of the Murder" if you don't get it. And... I don't know. It's just a cool song. An therefore you should read the lyrics. Cause I said so. Okay. Good bye now.

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Yeah. There. Now I'm done.
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[08 Jan 2005|01:49pm]
[ mood | creative ]

Oh yeah people... by the way, I forgot to mention the fact that I have a journal for my stories, and poetry, and sometimes songs. Sound interesting? Well it's not really, but if you'd like to add that one, it'd be pretty cool.

So here it is: creativity_

Add it if you'd like, if you do let me know and I'll add you back. =)

P.S-I cannot type today. Not for beans!

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It makes the world go round! [08 Jan 2005|11:17am]
[ mood | discontent ]

I am a wee bit nervous. For it has officially dawned on me that I have lost my little black composition notebook journal. This frightenes me, in the fact that it is a very personal piece of literature not actually meant for any other human eyes to set sight on. The things I've written would not only leave me screwed in the fact that I'd never be talked to ever again by anyone, but that it may even mentally scar some. I've written a lot; the damn thing is almost finished. I'm nervous; I haven't seen it for a month. Not a good thing, not at all.

In other news, welcome welcome to those of you bold enough to add yet another attempt at online blogging. My last two journals are usually filled to their cyber-brim with crap about guys. Most likely, the same ill fate will be bestowed upon this god-damned journal as the other two. Which is overall depressing, but easily fixable none-the-less.

It stopped snowing, now it's just raining. I'm sort of ticked-off about that. I mean, it's not like I get to play in snow all the time, and I didn't even get to do that yesterday. Mother Nature is being a son-of-a-bitch for one reason of another. So I'll be spending my day inside once again, hoping for either sunshine or snow. Which reminds me somehow that I need to call a friend of mine, see if I could type up an essay at her place. Thank you, oh mystical magical journal, for reminding me of homework!

I have no idea why this Backstreet Boy song is stuck in my head right now. I haven't liked the Backstreet Boys for a couple years now, and that's a little weird. But this god forsaken song is just playing over and over and over and over in my head. And I know it's not gonna go away until I really listen to the song. And now I'm screwed cause I have no idea WHERE the hell I put that damn CD. Fuckin' hell.

Do any of my new found friends know how to make animated icons? Cause that'd be super cooly-cool. Comments are welcome, and encouraged. See ya bye bye!

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To a lovely snow day in mojave... [07 Jan 2005|12:38pm]
[ mood | irritated ]

Man, I really do change my journal's frequently. For those of you who care, I'm sorry ahead of time. And I'm also sorry ahead of time for those of you who care that I don't update so much. I'm really gonna try and update more, you know what I mean?


Today... is a snow day for us Mojave-ians. Weird, huh? Middle of the desert, and this morning it started snowing. I was not prepared for it at all, considering I was wearing my chucks this morning. I'd have doubled back and gone for my boots, but alas... I was already running extremely late and had no time. So even with my rushing, I missed the bus. Ended up getting a ride from a friend of mine. It was snowing even harder when I actually got to school, and I was just sort of standing around in it. It wasn't cold... it was just snowing, you know what I mean? It was nice until my feet got soaked. I felt like chopping off my feet. Haha, it sucked. I was so angry with myself I started asking people to chop off my feet, and I told Tim if he was my friend he would chop off my feet.

He just looked at me kind of strange.

So during second period they announced that school was canceled. Everyone in choir was rejoicing, except me. I mean... ya know, I didn't really want to go home. I had all my friends there and something to actually DO. But... oh well. Had to start learning a song thats sung in French... very awkward.

What else? I don't know right now. I've got to make a phone call. So I gotta go. And thats it. Short first entry. I'll post some lyrics, because that is very, very like me. And I will post Incubus lyrics, because that is even MORE like me. So hither... enjoy-eth.

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