girl we couldn't get much highah

So I watched this movie on the Doors today- The Doors. Clever name.

Also, awesome movie!

Sorta trippy but I've seen Tommy so, like, not much can faze ya after that. (Well, Frank Zappa, from what I've heard.) Anywaaay. So, yeah. Jim Morrison. Crazy awesomeness. Just crazy. his voice is amazing, though. Like, it doesn't really fit his body- if that makes sense. My mom says to me one day, after I gave her a Beatles mix CD- "See, hearing Paul's voice- he doesn't look anything like I'd picture someone with this voice." Which didn't and still doesn't make a lot of sense. But like Morrison. I forgot what I was saying.

my dog has fleas

That is the tune that's supposed help tune the ukulele. 'My dog has fleas' G C E A. I cannot tune it. I have like one or two right- G and A I think, or maybe just A, or just E, I dunno. I ordered a ukulele tuner. BUT it is adorable and I am getting the hang of playing this out-of-tune little monster.
Yeahh I got mah...ukulele. Sorry, forgetting things again. And the BFS CD and mah Beatles shirt. WHICH IS AWESOME. I feel like a BAMF in it.
Also, today's Teefury? Win. Haha Ramens. I...might buy it. Rrr. Buying too many things.

Called my aunt who gave me birthday money. Well, my mom called her then shoved the phone at me and said, 'Talk!' so I was forced to make awkard conversation. err thanks for the money, i bought a ukulele, yeah a ukulele, haha thanks yeah.

Trying to import new Bowling for Soup album onto itunes. I love BFS. They are so awesome. And hilarious. They're like a comedy rock band. LOVE.

I am rather happy for a Tuesday. Tomorrow is Wednesday. OHHH. Well for a while, I thought today was Wednesday. Explains why Glee isn't on tonight. So, yeahh.

Getting some Paul McCartney songs off itunes. No More Lonesome Nights and, mhm, something or another like...I forget, and...no, I forget again. I'll know it- SILLY LOVE SONGS. Haha, what year did Paul McCartney write Silly Love Songs? 1964, 1965, 1966...lol, Beatles jokes. Silly Love Songs is a nice song though. You'd think the world'd had enough of silly love songs...well, Paul would know, ahah. Pipes of Peace! that was the other way. Teach them to sing songs of joy instead of burn, baby, burn. Somewhere along the way onto finding this I downloaded All those Years Ago by George. Huh. Itunes, you've tricked me again. and Say Say Say. The one he did with Michael Jackson. Damnit, I love the video for it, the song is nice too.

So wait. Huh. Itunes is too easy to buy music from..WHAT THE HELL. I BOUGHT SAY SAY SAY AND IT SUGGEST SOMETHING BY WHAM! WTF WTF WTF WHAM! REALLY ITUNES. OH GOD. ARGHH.


Mhmm hmm bored. Syncing ipod and then knitting and ukulele-ing.

I shake a lot.

for trip

Tomorrow, going to Knowledge Bowl meet at 6:29 in the morning (yah he put 6:29. i've learned the hard way they leave at exactly 6:29.) so I'm downloading music off itunes.
I'm for definetly getting The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan, but I want to get also: Goodnight Vienna by Ringo Starr and something (but not Something) by George Harrison. Maybe All Things Must Pass. Which is like 15 dollahs. ORRR Cloud Nine. Which is only 9. And awesomeness. So that and finishing Goodnight Vienna is uh wait. So wait. Since I've downloaded just some tracks from both Goodnight Vienna and Cloud Nine, it would cost 8 for C9 and 7something for GV. And with 10 for FBD, that's pretty good. I heart Bob Dylan. And Ringo and George. :D

The song Goodnight Vienna I really like. It's all DA-DA-DOWN to GOODNIGHT VIENNA.
Blahblahblah. I Think Therefore, I rock and roll. I've listened to this too many times. STILL AWESOME.
ohdamn david bowie maybe?! So muchawesomemusicsolittletime.

itunes will be my downfall

I know I've said it before but I'll say it again. If I use itunes too much I will have no money left. Last night I got The Who Sings My Generation. I love The Who. Right now I'm listening to The Kinks...on grooveshark. I just forgot what I was doing. That's what's with the ellipses. I like the Kinks. The British Invasion bands in general, pretty good stuff. So I'm bored. And. Yeah.

At a Halloween store last weekend, I got a pen that looks like a syringe. It is pretty nifty. So I use it in class, it's clicky and fun. Today, in English, my teacher came around to check if we did our paragraphs ('is Chaucer a feminist?' i said no) and he walks up to my desk and goes, 'AJ you have...a syringe. do you do heroin AJ? show me your arms.' so I showed him my arms and he was like, ' oh all right. let me see your paragraph. oh thank you, you're the only who agrees with me, you've just validated my existence.' I guess everyone else thought Chaucer was a feminist. I only said NOT a feminist because FEMINIST seemed to easy. Also very unlikely.

terrible thing: since a lot of kids were out of class today to take the PSAT (another terrible thing: I took the PSAT last year? and I had to take it on a Saturday morning. I CALL SHENANIGANS.) in my choir class, there was like 13 kids, so the teacher was like, yeah we're singing Imagine, which is what the jazz choir is doing. You know what ruins your favorite song? Some stupid bitches singing it like they even know the fuck who John Lennon was. One girl was like 'oh he was a Beatle'. Grrr. Yes. BUT SO MUCH MORE. A writer and peace activist and an awesome guy and an artist and genius.

Jesus, the Kinks are brilliant. I like music that makes noise. Know what I mean? Punk is good stuff. Sex Pistols and the Ramones, the Ramones, they're punk, I'm pretty sure.

It's cold here. Brr.

So here's something I want to do with my life but would never say out loud because it's ridiculous. I want to be in a band. Sort of a cover band. Here's what this band would do: we would take slow songs, err well, old songs, like take I'm a Fool to Want You. And turn it into a rock song. With electric guitars and some screaming voals. We'd also take rock songs- for something reason I think of Paint it Black when I think of doing this- and turn them into slow songs. Slow it down and croon it, like. Yeah.

Oh, it's cold and I'm shaking.

I recieved an email from the folks I ordered my shirt & buttons from last night- the transaction did not go through. Sonofabitch. I guess my debit card didn't work? but ordering from Amazon and when buying music from itunes, it works fine. WHAT. Maybe i'll just buy the John & Paul & Ringo & George one from Amazon? and a album or something, the Who's Tommy or something. Or The Who Sell Out. Er I have to clean up my Amazon wishlist anyway. Instead of writing out a Christmas list for my mom (it feels weird to do that at 18) I'll just link her to my Amazon wish list. Yah I think I'll buy this shirt from amazon, it's cheaper for one. I just really like Help! oh well.

later, 7:50: Aha, yes, gonna buy the shirt and the new Bowling For Soup album (I love Bowling For Soup. LIKE CRAZY. they are the only band who makes me laugh and can rock out. fuck and yes. and i know like all of their songs? by heart.) anyway, I dunno whether to buy a Medium or a Large shirt. Like, I know a Large will fit me, but sort of badly, so I wonder if a medium will work better? I should play it safe and stick with a large and shrink it in the wash if it's too big.

Ahh my mom caught me trying to buy things.
Then we went through this whole kerfuffle over this -but I NEED THIS SHIRT and if I buy a something worth 10 dollars, i'll get free shipping, do you need anything mom? and so she looked at proclaimers albums and then I figured out if i just bought the shirt, it would be two dollars short of if i bought a cd instead. So after much debating, bobdylanthewhoTHEBEATLES?bowiethestonesTHEWHOOOthekinkTHEWHO? i'm getting the new BFS album because uh, it's the only one that isn't already cheaper. Yeah? Okay.

wow

Here's thing that just happened: I am opening up a tab for TVGuide and my mom sees the hat I'm been knitting and goes, oh that's awesome, and I'm like, do you want it? and she's like, no make yourself something but if you made me a hat, I'd want it longer, and I'm typing what I think is 'tvguide' as I say, longer oh you want a stocking cap? and she's like, something like that and I turn back to the computer and somehow, I am on a Male Enhancement website. WTH. I clicked tabbed out of it but I checked my history- apparently, I'd just typed the last word I'd said/heard into the URL bar and added .com and clicked enter. ergo, longer.com. Whoops.


Oh the keyboard is weirdly high up and tiring to type. I got a CD yesterday at a thrift shop- U2! Achtung Baby, which I hear is good, so yeah. Also at Goodwill today, they had all these records out, and even though I don't have a record play, I had to look. I found Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboys, the Elton John album, but it didn't have the second disc- and two Bob Dylans, one of which was scratched, so I just got the one Nashville Skylines. It's got a cool album cover. I'm gonna put it on a shelf by my Abbey Road poster.

I've been singing Got to Get You Into My Life and With a Little Help From my Friends all freakin' day. My mom stole one of my Paul McCartney albums- just the hightlights of some tour, she was playing that today, and GTGYIML we listened to like twice and, damn, it's catchy.

Ah'm bored. Need knitting patterns. Gonna do this Malabrigo cowl first. Or maybe a scarrf. Dammn. Pattern searching sucks. So I found, for cowl: this one is nice looks easy,
this one looks kinda tricky but really cool, and this one also tricky but nice, too. For mah malabrigo. Hmm.

Oh, I don't wanna take senior pics but I gotta, sometimes. I don't want some lame generic senior pic, I want something different. Well this hat I got- I like it, and I was going to bed last night (wearing..my hat, fine, yes, I wore my new hat to bed then figured out that wasn't such a good idea) and I had pulled my snuggie up to my mouth because my face was cold, and I caught sight of myself in the mirror- with the black hat and my bangs sticking out and my eyes all bright behind my glasses and the snuggie pulled up to my eyes- just my eyes were showing, I thought it was pretty cool. So maybe...wait, Blake distracted me. Okay, senior pics. Yeah. Some sort of weird shot of me, all bundled up in winter wear, preferably. A la that scene from Help! sort of, you know. Hats and coats. This cowl I'm gonna make, long enough to pull over my face. Or a picture of me, like, walking away, or a sort of windy/snowy wonky pic. I dunno. None of that made sense. I'm sorry.
Also I still have no idea about senior quote- I want something Lennon but something that fits me, too. Or a Beatles one, does George have any good quotes? he seems like someone who would.
Damn, it's cold. I'm cold.

they say it's your birthday

Yes. I listened to Birthday today while walking to school. Thanks Paul McCartney.

Nothing essentially uneventful has happened today- in the morning, mom and I went to Starbucks, she got a pumpkin spice latte and a scone and then at school, Frazier gave me a book, Sense & Sensibilit & Sea Monsters and some cookies. Aand. At lunch me & mom went to the grocery store- got some chicken strips and a drink and some candy and my "cake", which is a cheesecake, and she bought me some flowers. :D Pretty blue ones. Andthenso. My English teacher sang Happy Birthday to me but his twisted version 'death and dying everywhere, but it's your birthday, sin and sorrow' in a monotone voice into a toy microphone. Pretty epic.

I'm testing a theory- will my father call me and wish me a happy birthday? Mhmm. I mean-- it's my DAD, I'll be lucky if when he picks us up for the concert tomorrow night he says "wasn't yesterday your birthday or somethin"
later: 6:50 so after that bit up there, me and H went off for candy and strawberry cigarillos, which I couldn't technically buy since I don't have a state ID with a picture, so I gave her the money and she bought them, then we went and sat by the river and smoked them- it was weird. And tasted icky. We smoked one each and then, coughing, went to Arby's for getting-the-taste-out. While at Arby's- my phone rings. So I answer it and here is the following conversation.
Dude: Hi, is this Alyssa?
Me: (thinking it was the guy who’s the leader of a program I’m in) Yeah. Hi.
Dude: Hi, I’m (so and so), I’m the new (city) AirForce recruiter…
Me: Oh. Oh HO. Yeah?
Dude: Yeah and I was wondering what you were doing after graduating high school..
Me: Um. No idea. (distracted by Arby’s lady giving me food and my friend going ‘who?’) But I’m not really thinking, uh, military, cos, like, I’m not really in shape and I’ve got scoliosis, too.
AirForce dude: (some blabbering on how that wouldn’t really stop me from joining up) so what are you interested in after highschool?
Me: (wondering what sort of nerve this guy has to be calling me on my 18th birthday and inquiring) (also, HOW DID HE GET MY NUMBER) I dunno, I’m not really interested in anything, I don’t really…do anything, y’know.
AirForce JerkFace: What, you don’t do anything for fun or anything?
Me: Oh well of course I do things for FUN I mean.
Jerkface: So like what?
Me: Ahh…(mouthing to friend, ‘it’s the effing AIRFORCE) I knit.
Sergeant Jackass: You knit?
Me: I knit.
Captain Douchebag: Well, (losing where this conversation is going) you could use your knitting expertise and..knit..parachutes…
Me, sarcastically: Yeah, I’m gonna knit parachutes for the Airforce.
Seriously, This Guy’s Problem, What The Hell: Okay you don’t really knit do you, you’re just kidding with me.
Me, dead effing serious: NO. I KNIT. I REALLY DO.
Getting Fed Up With My B.S.: Okay well…are you interested in the Airforce at all, you don’t have to be, no pressure, so…
Me: Nah not really. Thanks for calling.
Just Wasted Five Minutes Of His Life On Some Weird Teenager: alright thanks bye.


Weirrd. And so,yeah, my dad did finally call. :D Yay! He likes me. And and he's taking us to dinner before we go to the Kansas concert. Oh did I mention, I'm going to a Kansas concert. The band, y'know, Dust In the Wind and Carry On My Wayward Son. No. I don't know any more songs of theirs. Does it matter?
Oh, I'm wearing a flashing Tiara Crown mom got me at Wal-Mart for a buck. I'm...not sure if it's stoppped flashing, but it wouldn't stop earlier.

mm

This morning, while taking a shower, I realized that the previous night I had forgotten to eat dinner. Simply slipped my mind. Weird.

I bought this shirt, A City Built on Rock 'n Roll and I'm listening to all the bands listed on the shirt, most of them I've heard. My favorite Beatles song right now is 'With a Little Help From My Friends' mostly because I love John Lennon and the way he sings 'mm, I get high with a little help from my friends.' It's the 'mm' bit that always gets me. (eta: although apparently it's Ringo, so let's go with that; I still love that song, also I am a Beatles noob, please forgive me)

Oh my god. Aerosmith did the Spider-Man theme? Shit, that's awesome. Almost as good as when the Ramones did it. HEY. Why isn't the Ramones on my shirt? They're rock 'n roll. Damn, I love Ramones.
Another one of my current Beatles fav. songs is Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. For the title, for one thing.

feels like friday

Because I'm at my dad's because of we're not going next weekend since he's going to a concert in Montana. Dunno. So it feels like Friday. But it's Monday.
I'm listening to music on Grooveshark, there's this playlist 'Punk Rock'. A lot of the song titles are kickass but the music is sometimes bad. Srsly. The titles, man. 'You Look Like I Need A Drink' is an awesome title. Screaming Theatre in a Crowded Fire. There's a band what covered Rocket Man awesomely. And I've been listening to some Jarvis Cocker. He was on Fallon the other night and I had to stay up to watch him, despite the fact I could not remember if he was the guy from the band who sang Common People. Yes. and it was Pulp. Cos I forgot the name. Anyway. He's brilliant. Whatelse.
Gosh, nothing, I think. I'm not wearing my glasses so everything is Blurry As Hell. Even the computer screen and that's not too far away.

On Sunday I watched a lot of movies. At 1:00 in the morning, Clerks 2 came on Comedy Central, completely unedited, so it was awesome. Later, I watched Clerks online. And then I rented My Name is Bruce and some shitty Iron Man animated thing, the Invincible Iron Man. Also I had purchased the Boondock Saints at St. Vinny's. Amazing find. Holy shit, that movie was good. In so many ways. Arghh. I just want to keep watching it. 's weird. I like My Name is Bruce, simply for Bruce Campbell Being An Asshole All The Time in the movie. Ahaha. Love him. Kevin Smith, from Clerks movies, is a genius and now I need to go watch everything else he's ever done. FUCK and he writes Green Arrow comics. How badass is that?

I left my notebook at home. Which is too bad because I had like 3 lists of music I wanted to listen to and a few movie/tv lists.

MY EYE is TWITCHY and last night I thought there was a bug in my eyelid but I think it's just twitchy but HOW WEIRD would it be if there was ABUG in my eyelid. EW.
fuckfuckfuckinghell. Boondock Saints said 'fuck' like 256 times. I tell you, this is what I look for in a movie. going to go okay sims and then maybe update mah sims blog.

kenny wayne shephard is a god

So last night, dad says to me, we're going to Rockin' on the River tomorrow if I buy you a ticket d'you wanna come so I said sure why not. And mom's going and so's her bf and it sounds fun and I've nothing better to do. So this guy Kenny Wayne Shephard is playing and I'd never heard of him but just by judging I'd say he is a country poof.
So today I go out and about with mom 'cuz dad's at work and mom's in town and we're going to the dollar store (where I got a delicious ice-cream treat) and Mom was on the phone with her bf and he left later then he was supposed to so he's going to be late and he's going to be late because he couldn't choose what to wear. Dude. DUDE. DUUUDE. YOU ARE A DUDE. IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU WEARR. I said to mom you are clearly dating a woman inside a man's body there is something wrong here. And then so dad was running late, too, so he said he'd just drop me off the concert at 4 and come around 5. There I was, at Rockin' on the River, all by myself. And well Rockin' on the River is like this music festival-type thing and the headline guy was Kenny Wayne Shephard who've I've never heard of but heard was country-blue-rockish and some other local guys.
Anyway. Me all alone sitting in a lawn chair in the hot sun wearing my 'The Sex Drugs' woot shirt and looking bored and sleepy. Which is, well, how I look all the time. Unsure of what to do with my hands (pockets? arm chairs? folded? WHAT DO I DO) and bothered by the current band on stage. I saw one of my teachers there. He stopped to talk to me and I think I mumbled and muttered and stuttered my way through a small conversation I couldn't recall right now. Dad or mom do not show up for another two hours, during which I: doze off and take a small nap before Lonnie, one of my mom's friends, snaps me out of to ask where my mom is. I mumble again and then ask him to watch my chair so I can go and get an ice-cream. He does. And then I eat my huckleberry ice-cream cone and soon get sick of it and sleepy again and then that teacher wanders by again to find me ALONE and I somehow get through another conversation with him. It is unnerving because he was the math teacher in the math class I never went to and such failed and also he is the awesomest teacher ever, the one with the TARDIS and who plays music in class. Alsohelivesreallyy close to my house. And across the street from where I work. (which is admittedly also close to where I live) and he is standing in front of me at a concert wearing a straw hat and a Hawaiian shirt chatting about his former students.
And then dad shows up and mom shows up and I wander around with mom and her boyfriend for a while and then when KWS goes on, I go sit by Dad because he did pay for my ticket and then I get bored and THEN I go up to RIGHT INFRONT of the stage and it is glorious, the music is so loud I can feel it in every fiber of my being and the drumming is my heartbeat, I can't tell the difference, and the riffs of the guitar shake me to my soul and it so loud and so amazing the energy is everywhere. As the concert goes on, all the songs blend together and I get closer and mroe surrounded by people and it is impossible NOT to move, not to tap my foot or bounce my leg or wave my hands in the hair in the universal ROCK ON sign and cheer and yell and I can't even hear my own thoughts forget about my voice and I'm surrounded by drunk and loud and sweaty people but I'm drunk and loud and sweat drunk not on beer or alcohol but on music, the intoxication of the guitar and the bass and the drums and the keyboard and oh god, the vocals, they mix and ferment in the air and it gets into your blood and your soul and yours fingertips it stops in your fingertips and shakes in everything you touch, the grass itself is charged with this electricity, everyone is charged with it and the men on stage, they are ruling this little world of ours right now and here and Gods they are.

Mhmm that was poetic.
I really couldn't hear out of left ear for quite a while after this. Dad said as we were leaving-shouting at each other, what? what?s intersperced our conversations- if you leave a concert with perfect hearing, it's not been a good one. Shit. I felt drunk and unbalanced and as we were leaving I was gushing about it without Sandy, who was truly wasted and we got into the back of the truck and as we left, Sandy started 'WOO!' ing at people and 'OWW KENNY WOOO!' at people and she's like, what no one else, so me and the other girls in the back all started going WOOO OWW KENNYY WOOOO. IT was fun. I LOVE LIVE MUSIC. Shiiit. I need to do more of this.

Today me and mom were out and about (lunch, coffee) and as were heading to get coffee, we stopped at a stop-sign and watched as two stray dogs wandered up to us and one of them, adorable little dog, came up to the window and put his paws on the door and tried to stick his head in. Mom's got a soft spot for dogs so she was aww poor puppies I bet they're hungry and I was like lol we should buy them a cheeseburger. So we circled around to McD's but by that time they were gone so we go and get coffee and then we see them again and mom's all Oh we have dog treats so we tracked those dogs down and gave them some dog treats. It was sweet.