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Friday, April 13th, 2007
12:38 pm	As I Rise I wonder how many side mirrors shake because the bass on the drivers honkey tonk is turned up way too loud. If I had any musical inclination I wouldn't be here right now. I'd be miles away, at some other arts conservatory learning how to play classical guitar and then fuck it up in some awesome way and revolutionize jazz as we know it. But I don't know how to play music, and as much as I've tried I can't teach myself. I can look at the notes, and if I practice for a while I can make my fingers go where the notes tell them to, but I can pick where they should go out of nowhere. I know nothing of minor and major keys, excpet (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 9th, 2007
8:01 pm	Glamour Magazine is more dangerous than marijuana, but only one is illegal. The wrong one. For explanation, press ( here ) Current Mood: cold Current Music: the Decemberists (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, January 1st, 2007
10:03 pm	a,b,c,d,f no, fuck! In the year 2007 I resolve to: Learn the alphabet. Get your resolution here. It's a good one. And after that, I'm going to work on putting those letter together to make words, but I always get stuck when it comes to putting the words in the right order. That is, an order that doesn't make me look/sound like the tool that I often make myself out to be. The 007 birthday bash/new years extravaganza was super fun. I'll post pictures probably never, but I'll say soon and hope it guilt trips me into actually doing it. It went off with several hitches but what can ya do? A good time was had by most, and drunkness prevailed. However, it seems that when you combine one part Alaina with 18 parts alcohol, any sense of tact, subtlety, and proper ethical behavior goes right out the window. I think I'm going to make a "sorry I got drunk and did/said something assinine in your presence" card and start posting it on myspace walls the morning after. But first I've got to master the alphabet. Current Mood: hungover (Comment on this)
Thursday, December 28th, 2006
7:33 pm	More info about my boobs than you ever wanted to know What happened to the winter break I remember? When winter break meant sleeping 'till noon, and lazing around the house all day. I remember winter break when break used to MEAN break. Not Winter "two weeks of back breaking labor (and I do mean back breaking, I have the x-rays to prove it) for minimal pay followed by one week of 8 am construction crews followed by 10 am appointments of various kinds set up by dear old mom, laced with guilt trips about not visiting more when I only live an hour away." After a grueling fall term, all I wanted was a week, nay, not even that, 3 days in a row with no obligations. Three days in a row where I can sleep in. Hasn't happened yet, and it won't before next term. This is due largely to the construction crew working on my parents house. They start the hammering and sawing and extra hammering right by my bedroom way promptly at 8 am each day. It doesn't make much difference though, because my parents have designed an itinerary of fun filled family events each and every day, in which I am expected to not only participate, but to smile and pretend I enjoy because they pay my tuition. For example, the past two days events: shopping; parts one and two. I hate shopping. I hate the malls, I hate the traffic, I hate how nothing is organized, and being from north carolina, I hate the fact that no matter where you go, and what you do, someone within ear shot will remind you that 20 miles in any direction one can probably find someone in a trailer having sex with their cousin. I hate my mother asking which stores I want to go into, as if I were the one waking her up at 10 am, begging to get started. But mostly, I hate my sizes. My bra size to be specific. I am a 32D. For those unfamiliar with bra sizes and how they work, let me explain why this is odd. the number you see, is the number of inches the torso is around beneath boobs. The letter is the cupsize. D is on the big size. Now, because body sizes tend to increase as cup sizes do, 32Ds are very rare. Victorias Secret doesn't even make them. Whenever I try and explain this problem to a girl, I always get the same response. "I wish I had that problem!" Well you know what all you 32Bs and 34Cs, from a hater of shopping it does suck and here's why. You can probably buy bras on the internet. One click and you're done. I bet you get all the cute bras too. The ones in the catalog that all the cute little models wear. I can't even find a bra that fits let alone an adorable one that says "get over here and take my clothes off." People like me that have to wear bras with cup sizes that can double as a rain hat couldn't possibly ever want to be sexy. Only gross bras for us. That's if you can even find one after trying on bra after bra in store after store hoping to find a manufacturing error that allows it to fit you. After being in enough dressing rooms to know with confidence that each of my boobs weighs between 15 and 23 lbs, I settled on a couple of boob wranglers that cost too much money for me to sew extra clasps on them to make them fit right. Current Mood: annoyed (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, December 21st, 2006
12:37 am	all I wanna do, is baby be friends with you I don't know/remember who coined the term an "Alaina drink", but I'm glad they did. and "Alaina drink" - a mixed drink containing far more alcohol than is normally recomended. Current Mood: drunk. . .sorta. . Current Music: dylan (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, November 6th, 2006
6:46 pm	the numbers 48 assorted yuengling and bavaria bottles + 4 guinness cans + 1 handel of Aristocrat Vodka + 3 1.5 Liter bottles of wine + 1 350ml bottle of jager + 2 airplane bottle of Grey Goose = ? Current Mood: annoyed Current Music: The Decemberists - The Crane Wife (Comment on this)
Monday, September 18th, 2006
6:15 pm	Fuck you Natural Selection Foods We all have our addictions. Some like uppers, some like downers, some like the cocktail, some like chocolate. This entry, is not about them. It is however, about another subsection of addiction. Food. People are funny about food. We all have our little food addictions. Something we love, something we keep in constant stock. One of my little addictions is spinach. I love it. I use it in omeletes, quesadillas, pastas, on sandwitches, in salads, well you get the idea. Last night I ran out of my bag of "way too expensive but worth every delicious bite" whole foods spinach. Therefore, today I promptly shoved my thumb up my ass, blasted some indie music from my Passat, and rolled up to Whole Foods, pretending all the while that I can afford to do all my shopping there, but I just need to pick up a few things. Upon procuring my completely vegan, fake chicken salad (another expensive addiction) I headed to the produce section, and what do I find? No spinach to be found. Odd, but not completely unplausable. I go to Harris Teeter right down the road and what do I find? No fucking spinach I can tell you that much. Turns out some jackass cheapskate over at Natural Selection Foods the U.S.'s largest supplier of spinich located in sunny California, used some tainted manure. E-Coli as far as the eye can see. No more spinach. Anywhere. So I guess this was just a long drawn out way of saying, Fuck You Natural Selections Foods. Current Mood: Snobbishly Annoyed (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, September 11th, 2006
5:00 pm	My cat is the devil My pirate name is: Dread Pirate Kidd Like the famous Dread Pirate Roberts, you have a keen head for how to make a profit. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr! Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com. part of the fidius.org network Current Mood: aggravated Current Music: Radiohead (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 29th, 2006
12:50 am	You're so fucking special Dear adoring public, It is in your best interest to avoid chugging Ginger Ale, no matter how thirsty you are, and how delicious it may be. This has been a life tip from your friendly neighborhood Alaina. Current Mood: full-o-gingerale Current Music: Radiohead (Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 19th, 2006
4:44 pm	stohl means table and also desk I am eating a philly cheesesteak that isn't a real philly cheesesteak because there aren't any mushrooms or peppers, just meat cheese and onions. I'm watching CNN because that's what I do when I decide to be involved with the world I live in. After the update on Beiruit, and a story about a 94 year old baseball player, I see that our fearless leader has used his first presidential veto. It's not a veto that bans spending more money on the military than on our education system. He passed that one. It's not a veto that prevents tax cuts to the richest 10%. He passed that one too. Silly trickle down economics. It was a veto that denies more grant money for stem cell research because it's immoral. As CNN tends to do with the hot topic of the day, they accept e-mails from viewers where they can voice their opinions on-air. Of course there's one for and one against. However, the e-mail that supported the president's decision (aside from being poorly worded and grammatically incorrect) hit it home with the usual "It's murder" argument. She said it was terrible to "kill" something that could become a person. I don't know why it is, but every time the issue of abortion or stem cell research is raised, it's always murder, and we should always be trying to save every life we can. Maybe I'm just morbid, but it seems to me that the planet is overpopulated as it is, and like it or not, I highly doubt that we're loosing another Einstein or FDR. We're loosing gas station attendants and bag boys. If you look at it the other way, we could be loosing another Hitler. Maybe we should start killing more babies just in case. However, the reality of it seems that all we're loosing is someone else on welfare eating your tax dollars. So wouldn't you rather those tax dollars go to stem cell research so we can move towards finding cures for Parkinsins and Chrons? Let's focus on those who are already alive and have the opportunity to make the world a better place, or just spend a bunch of money on doctors who will get tax cuts. Yay trickle down economics. Current Music: Outkast - Bombs Over Bagdad (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 13th, 2006
1:05 am	It has come to my attention that I have no recollection of birthdays 14 -17. I remember 13. I remember 18, but I've got nothing in-between. I've got 40s and Next. My night is either complete, or really pathetic. Current Mood: awake (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 6th, 2006
2:56 am	Project Green Room Complete TV just told Julia and I to go to bed. Fuck you TV. I'm sorry, I miss you, please come back on before the World Cup Final. Current Mood: Inbetween Current Music: Circulating Fans (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 20th, 2006
2:23 pm	Gonzales rhymes with Uberalles Nugget with a ( HOUSE! ) Current Mood: awake Current Music: The Daily Show (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, June 17th, 2006
8:18 pm	Recipie for Hilarity Combine one part Debauchery Port, with one generous portion of alcohol and ( this is what you get. ) Current Mood: safari sucks sometimes Current Music: Gnarles Barkley (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, June 15th, 2006
12:05 am	Do you think I should take a class to loose my southern accent? I was putting the finishing touches on my cleaning fiasco by returning a stray disc to my "Return of the King" extended edition box, and while trying to return the box to the sleeve, it wouldn't fit. I looked inside and found this on a stray piece of paper in my handwriting: "I dreamed I saw a great wave climbing over green lands and above the hills. I stood on the brink. It was utterly dark in the abyss before my feet. A light shone behind me but I could not turn. I could only stand there, waiting." I don't know when I wrote it or why. Maybe it's from "Return of the King". Maybe I wrote it while under the influence of a voodoo or alcohol induced trance. I really couldn't say, but I like it. Current Mood: slightly intoxicated Current Music: Jeff Buckley - Lilac Wine (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 14th, 2006
12:31 am	Some people do arts and crafts, we judge I have officially become a card carrying member of the human race (American Chapter) for my humble abode is finally host to an internet port. Let the sarcastic away messages begin. Well, I suppose they won't be able to officially begin until I get a wireless port thingie (thingie being the technical term) from Best Buy or other such peddler of electronic doohickies. As of right now I have to sit in my living room on the floor by the port to use it, and unplug promptly upon commencing my time wasting so that the other members of my household can myspace account check to their hearts content. But soon, there will be a wireless thingie, and we can all waste time at the same time. I don't know how soon, because I am short of the funds. Funds being dollars, lira, gil, or money in general, and don't know when I will acquire more of it. Oh wait, I have a relatively clear idea because I am now also the proud owner of one of those job thingies everyone keeps talking about. (Thingie once again being the techncial term.) I will now cater to the rich and not so fabulous (lets face it, no one too terribly fabulous chooses Winston-Salem as their permanent residence.) They will however, hopefully be loaded. As the manager told me today, just be charming and knowledgeable and they'll throw money at you. I'm an overachiever so that takes care of the knowledgeable, as for the charming, that's what mood elevators are for. It's a good paycheck for not a lot of work. Straight from the manager's mouth. It seems as thought I might shape up to be a real live human being after all. But I've got a lot of medical bills to take care of before that can happen. Current Mood: geeky Current Music: Last (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, June 11th, 2006
4:44 pm	One for the record books Alaina: Where's my car? Serg: At my house. Alaina: Why is my car at your house? Serg: Because you drink too much. Alaina: . . .yeah. Current Mood: sad Current Music: Bob Dylan (Comment on this)
Friday, May 12th, 2006
11:21 pm	It was 20 years ago today My goal for 20 = stop living by comparison. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 4th, 2006
1:16 pm	until that day You: What do you want for your birthday? Me: A wealthy anonymous benefactor. Current Music: Flogging Molly (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, April 24th, 2006
11:21 am	It's already over before it started I hate it when you have 15 min. to be somewhere that's 3 min away. 12 min isn't enough time to do anything really. Well, rather to conceptualize something to do and execute it and still have time for travel. I feel like I just gave that time away. I want to start roll-over time. I'll bottle up all those 10 and 5 min increments spent waiting and use them when I need a few extra hours of sleep, or when I've got a big paper to write. That would be nice. Current Mood: depressed Current Music: brain buzzing (2 Comments |Comment on this)