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[22 Aug 2002|05:29am]
MOO LIZ.
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[21 Aug 2002|07:09pm]
A month ago, Austin and I got into a mishap. We were at a club. I didn't feel like dancing. Austin went and danced with another girl he didn't know. And I must admit, I was pissed. When we were about to get into the jeep, I asked him why. He didn't know. This changed the course of our trust.

Last night.

At that moment in time I didn't know what to do. I was so confused. I started to feel numb. It was confusing and torturing. We just sat on my couch, shifting awkwardly. I felt like a pathetic high schooler waiting for my crush to say "hi". I noticed that he was biting his lip. And I started, asking what was wrong. And he said he was thinking about kissing me again. Weird, eh? It was a blow. I felt too good about myself and so shitty about myself at the same time. Afterwards, it's clear to me that it's a blur. We just came together and lost our minds and kissed, forgeting all that happened. Another kiss and another kiss. We slept together. It felt so right and so wrong at the same time.

It was unbelievable. He made sure I wanted him to contine. I can't describe the feelings that went through me last night. It was amazing. I knew it was wrong. He knew it was wrong.

I love you, Austin.
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[19 Aug 2002|08:53am]
This is what happens when me and Liz have an instant message. Enjoy.

bonky liz liz: HI ALISON
bumkaz: HI LIZ
bonky liz liz: HOW DID YOU KNOW MY NAME
bonky liz liz: HAHAHAHA
bumkaz: IT'S IN THE SCREEN NAME.
bumkaz: BWAHA.
bonky liz liz: NO IT'S NOT! WHAT SCREEN NAME! WHERE! WHEN! WHY!
bumkaz: THE ONE YOU'RE TYPING NEXT TO!
bumkaz: - POINTS -
bonky liz liz: OH I SEE IT NOW
bonky liz liz: WHO IS BOINKY LIZ
bonky liz liz: I AM LIZ
bumkaz: I THINK
bumkaz: THAT'S
bumkaz: YOU
bonky liz liz: NO IT'S NOT
bonky liz liz: I AM LIZ!
bonky liz liz: SHE IS A POSER!
bumkaz: OH!
bonky liz liz: SEE IT SAYS "BOINKY LIZ LIZ"!
bumkaz: YOU HAVE A POSER!
bonky liz liz: I KNOW WOAH!
bonky liz liz: HI I'VE BEEN AROUND TOO MANY OPEN NAIL POLISH BOTTLES
bumkaz: COOL, YOU SHOULD GO SNIFF SHARPIES TOO
bumkaz: THEY HAVE GOOD SCENTS
bonky liz liz: OKAY
bonky liz liz: BEANS
bumkaz: COOL BEANS, YEAH
bonky liz liz: THAT IS SO COOL
bonky liz liz: I AM GETTING SHARPIES
bonky liz liz: SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF
bumkaz: I AM GETTING WHITE OUT
bumkaz: LICK SNIFF SNIFF
bonky liz liz: HEY YOU LICKED IT
bumkaz: I LICKED IT
bumkaz: TASTES GOOD
bumkaz: WANT SOME?
bonky liz liz: OKAY
bonky liz liz: THAT'S COOL
bumkaz: VERY COOL
bonky liz liz: TOTALLY
bonky liz liz: HI BUMKAZ ALISON
bumkaz: SUPER DUPER.
bumkaz: HI BOINKY LIZ
bonky liz liz: HI YOU ARE HOTT I AM A TEENYBOPPER WILL YOU MARRY ME
bumkaz: YOU ARE AWESOMINGLY HOTT TOO OF COURSE I WOULD MARRY YOU
bonky liz liz: HI I WANT TO BE ON AMERICAN IDOL REALLY BAD
bumkaz: HI I WANT TO BE A JUDGE AND VOTE YOU OFF
bonky liz liz: YOU'RE MEAN
bonky liz liz: SHUT UP
bonky liz liz: YOU'RE THE BRITISH GUY
bonky liz liz: AND I'M RANDY
bonky liz liz: WAIT
bonky liz liz: *STUFFS PILLOWS UNDER CLOTHES AND PUTS DUMB SUNGLASSES THAT ARE TOO SMALL FOR HEAD ON*
bonky liz liz: OKAY NOW I'M RANDY
bumkaz: I'M OLD AND WEAR TIGHT BLACK SHIRTS
bumkaz: HAHA YOU'RE RANDY
bonky liz liz: YOU GOT A PROBLEM
bonky liz liz: STAND UP FOO
bonky liz liz: I WILL SIT ON YOU
bumkaz: OKAY
bumkaz: - STANDS -
bumkaz: SIT ON ME
bonky liz liz: *SITS ON YOU*
bonky liz liz: DUDE TALK IN A BRITISH ACCENT MAN
bumkaz: OW
bumkaz: WHAT'S UP MATE
bonky liz liz: MAN I LOVE RJ'S INITIALS WHY DID YOU PEOPLE VOTE HIM OFF MAN
bonky liz liz: THAT'S AUSTRALIAN YOU IDIOT
bumkaz: BECAUSE WE'RE BASTARDS
bumkaz: NO IT ISN'T
bonky liz liz: HAHAHAHAHAHA
bonky liz liz: MATE
bonky liz liz: SHUT UP
bonky liz liz: CRIKEY
bumkaz: THAT'S STEVE IRWIN
bumkaz: OOOH
bumkaz: HE'S SO CUTE
bonky liz liz: SHUSH
bonky liz liz: I'M RANDY
bumkaz: OKAY I'M SIMON
bonky liz liz: GOOD JOB
bumkaz: GOOD JOB
bonky liz liz: YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO ACT LIKE A PRICK FOO
bumkaz: SHUT UP YOU BLIMEY KID
bonky liz liz: HAHAHAHAHAHA
bonky liz liz: YOU'RE BEING AUSTRALIAN DUMBASS
bumkaz: AUSTRALIAN BRITISH WHATEVER
bumkaz: CRIKEY FOO
bonky liz liz: SHUSH BITCH
bonky liz liz: BEFO I COME DOWN TO FRANCE
bonky liz liz: AND BEATCHO ASS DOWN!
bumkaz: YOU CAN'T BEAT MY ASS
bumkaz: I'M ALL HUNKY
bumkaz: AND BUNKY
bonky liz liz: NO YOU NOT BIOTCH
bonky liz liz: I CAN BEATCHO ASS
bonky liz liz: I'M SITTIN ON YOU
bonky liz liz: HAVEN'T YOU SUFFOCATED YET
bonky liz liz: I'M RANDY BITCH!
bumkaz: I'M SIMON YOU CRIKEY LOSER LOSER LOSER
bonky liz liz: HAHA
bonky liz liz: AYAH IS PAULA
bumkaz: RANDY YOU WEAR TIGHT SHIRTS
bonky liz liz: I LOVE YOU ALISON *RAPES*
bumkaz: I LOVE YOU ELISABETH *RAPES TOO*
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[18 Aug 2002|05:49am]
Hi. I'm going to pimp people because I love them. Yes. So..starting pimpage now.

Liz.
Ayah.
Austin, of course.
Andy.
Ren.
Sarah.
Gina. I'll hump your computer, then it will work.
Locks. Lmao. HI LOCKS!
Cara.
Jason.
Stephanie. Cough.
Cheeky Brit.
Ron.
Candace.
Erica.
Rachel.
Whitney.
Alan.
DID I SAY AYAH'S SEXY ASS!?
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[14 Aug 2002|04:49am]
I can't believe this..

Mom..come back..
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[11 Aug 2002|08:46pm]
I am me? Or am I you, you me? Or are we all, when I say all I mean me, you can all go to hell for all I care, just figments of the imagination of someone long gone, living through his death, his imagination limitless? I, personally, don't give a fuck. I hate this life anyway. I achieve inspiration through nothingness, self-pity and the virtues of others. I exploit these things, revel the thrill, the sheer ecstasy of it all. This is my inspiration. This is my life. This... is me.

Facing infinity, living it through! Being myself, slaughtering you! - Poetry, by me. A lighter piece, might I add.

I have not hobbies, but a hobby. Yet, it does not interest me. So, what is it really? A need? I have asked myself this question many times, seeking answers, yet finding sorrow, guilt and pain. Why? Because my hobby, my need is thus: I kill. I savour the atmosphere, taking in every single detail; the smell and the taste, the feel of a lifeless victim, dead in my grasp, a soulless husk. A shadow of these things, that best describes me. I relish in Chaos, its desolate nothingness compels me, fuels me. This is my life, my pitiful existence.

I have no favourite quote. I am ever changing, ever knowing, ever waning. I am me. Yet that is but a word, a cover, a title. It means nothing. People see me by my appearance. They judge me by appearance. This leads to redemption. Vengeance. Words of scorn meant to hurt, to wound. I return their words. They, like me, are cold and merciless. Yet, unlike them, I am far, far from heartlessness. I cannot quote a favourite quote. For to have a favourite quote, I must hold this above all others. That, I cannot do.
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[05 Aug 2002|05:22am]
[ mood | awake ]

Ayah got a water proof camera last weekend, so Liz, her, and I decided yesterday to go surfing! A hobby that I really can't do up in Boston. Ayah doesn't know how to surf, so she used her camera skills (she's getting a profession in photography.) to take picture. To see one of me, click here. It's a bad watermark, I know..and I almost crashed into her, but avoided by falling.

Liz has a wax burn on her ass! Haha.

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[05 Aug 2002|04:57am]
[ mood | amused ]

Movies I have to see this summer:

1. Spy Kids 2: I'm obsessed with Alexa Vega. Okay, call me a moron. See if I care.
2. Swimfan: I'm also obsessed with Shiri Appleby and Erika Christensen.
3. Blue Crush: It looks good.
4. Abandoned: Katie Holmes is in it, enough said. Muhah.
5. Phone Booth: Another Katie film. Smitten, Ali? Yes.
6. Sweet Home Alabama: It looks funny. Anything with Reese is good.

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[29 Jul 2002|02:09am]
I get to see Ayah today. Boo<3. :D

Well, actually..it's Ayah, Liz, Amber, Julie, Adam, Omar, Ren, and Chelle. We're having a pool party. Heh.
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[26 Jul 2002|06:59am]
[ mood | drained ]
[ music | hoobastank - running away. ]

I have to go under surgery for my arm.

Isn't this fucking great?

Five hundred dollars.

How can a twenty year old student afford that?

I can't go to my parents.

I've asked enough from them.

I'm working double shifts.

And I have the weight of college on my shoulders as well.

One of the best colleges in this fucking country.

All because some measly fifteen year old was driving a car. That happened to smash into mine.

Fuck you.

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[24 Jul 2002|09:22pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Today, not good, not bad. I find myself thinking about the value of my presence in the world. Why are people even in the world? Why are any of us even living? What purpose do we really have on the earth anyway? Sure, we cultivate the land and build lots of pretty buildings and parks, but that is all there to keep us living and sane. We really have no right to be in the universe. If nothing existed, what would there be? A blank nothing? That blank nothing would still be something. What is my purpose in the world? Or anyone's purpose for that matter. Maybe we are all here to find our other half. Our soulmate, so to speak.

First, we go through our childhood. Which is basically just when we chill out and worry about nothing. We don't really care about nothing. We are just there, soon to become something more. Next, we have adolescence. We rebel and go through new experiences. We experiment with different things and start to think about one person. Then, we have our teenage phase. We become independent and free. We become more anxious and impatient of finding "the one". We obsess over and *itch about it to our friends. Our friends do the same. Next stop, college-adulthood. We desperately seek that person. We meet and greet and dump. Most lucky people, find that one person in their college years or adulthood.

Now what? They have found "the one". They start a family together. They love each other for the rest of their lives. That's it? They get jobs. What are the jobs for? Entertainers, chefs, accountants, designers, architects, doctors, the list goes on. They earn a good living to live happy and give their children a good future. Just like themselves. Makes sense, but that still doesn't answer why we are here.

I once heard on Ally McBeal that the whole reason we are in the world is to buy things. I completely agree. We go through sixteen or more years of schooling. To do what? Get and education. With an education, we can get a job. A job to do what? To earn money. Everything in the world is a reflectance of money. Our world is based on money. With money, you buy things. You may think, what about love? That's not out purpose. Its just a little constellation prize. With money, we buy things for the ones we love. With money, anything can happen. You can live, die, be happy, be miserable, all depending upon how much money you have. It shouldn't be this way, but face the facts, it's so true. When I fall in love. It'll all change though I hope. I won't have to care anymore. I will have somebody who loves me as much as I love them. Right now I am sounding extremely pessimistic, but that'll all change.

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[24 Jul 2002|09:21pm]
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AOL. [12 Jul 2002|11:17am]
[ mood | apathetic ]
[ music | shut the fuck up ]

I have to say something. Back when I was about..oh, say eighteen. And I was friends with 'Cassie' and 'Mike'. Those were the good times. I miss 'em. They're all bubbled up with AO-popularity or whatever shit, it's sickening. -Sighs.-

It was great having them as friends. Back in the days, we didn't have to worry about how we looked. Which font we used. We were basically the original three.

Remember when I wrote you 'sympathy letters', Jason? Those weren't fucking sympathy letters. And this isn't one. It's real. This is real.

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Another fucking vacation. [12 Jul 2002|10:57am]
[ mood | bitchy ]
[ music | she get it from her mama ]

In a day I'm driving down to Jacksonville Beach to visit my family for the rest of the summer..I'm going to be back probably around August 6th. I'll, however, still have access to a computer. Don't fret. I know you do.

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Gliding.. [12 Jul 2002|05:11am]
[ mood | giddy ]
[ music | chad kroeger - hero ]

Work is boring. I blow my nose at it.

Spent the day dreaming about side-slipping into gardens, leaving cement entanglement for paradisaical flesh and fauna.

Well that and writing little bits and pieces like:

Tangled shadows crawl about my legs
Nipping at exposed flesh of delicate
Ankles intermittently bound
With luxurious ribbons of imported silk
Only the finest to soak up the blood of violated innocence
Changing pale pink to deepest red
As balanced on tiptoes
Whirling whirling into oblivion
We glide

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In a time before toasters. [11 Jul 2002|07:57pm]
[ mood | thoughtful ]
[ music | vines - get free ]

"Sometimes I lie awake at night and I ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'This is going to take more than one night'." - Charlie Brown -

The fact that I habitually choose oranges over chocolate is starting to worry me. It simply cannot be healthy to prefer fruit to candy.

Recommendation: The Sun Also Rises - Hemingway.

Is it sacrilegious to allow my Buddha figures to collect dust? What if I'm not buddhist?

I am currently plagued by the hiccups. You know, those kind that are so hard they hurt and standing on your head while holding your breathe and being scared to death by your friend does nothing to get rid of them.

I wonder if I was afraid of anything before someone taught me how to be . . . Can you have fears before you know that fear exists? Can you be afraid of something that has never been shown as a threat? I would like to think that there is a reason for fear.

I have noticed that the shades on my windows make the streetlight look purple, which is strange as the light is orange and the shade is green and surely those two colors have never mixed to create violet.

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Fucker, I'm smart. [08 Jul 2002|11:48pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]
[ music | Kittie - Choke ]

Congratulations! Your general IQ score is 140.
A person whose IQ score falls in the range of 129-143 is considered to be "highly intelligent".


For a complete analysis of your intelligence, you can purchase your Personal Intelligence Evaluation below.
This report is an analysis of your 12 distinct types of intelligence. For example, in the IQ test you just took,
your pattern recognition score is 50.


OH! I'm good, I'm good.

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You're all I want.. [29 Jun 2002|10:41am]
[ mood | devious ]
[ music | Get Up Kids - Burned Bridges ]

Hot list from hell..muahah.

Girls:
1. Leelee Sobieski.
2. Eliza Dushku.
3. Avril Lavigne.
4. Kristin Kreuk.
5. Jessica Alba.
6. Allison Mack.
7. Holly Combs.
8. Ashley Niven.
9. Lauren Mayhew.
10. Alyson Hannigan.

Boys:
1. Jason Behr.
2. Brandon Boyd.
3. Orlando Bloom.
4. Eminem.
5. James Marsters.
6. Jon Lee.
7. Tom Welling.
8. Brian Krause.
9. Nicholas Brendan.
10. David Boreanaz.

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Another survey.. [29 Jun 2002|10:15am]
[ mood | artistic ]
[ music | nickleback - too bad ]

Special mention to LIZ.<3

---You---
Full name: Alison Michelle Gabrielle-Fraisur
Gender: Female
Martial Status: Austin.
Brithdate: May 27, 1982

---Right Now---
WHAT COLOUR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING?: Purple pjs.
WHAT SONG ARE YOU LISTENING TO?: J-Lo and Nas - I'm Gonna Be Alright [radio.]
WHAT TASTE IS IN YOUR MOUTH?: The taco I had two minutes ago.
WHAT'S THE WEATHER LIKE?: Calm, windy.
HOW ARE YOU?: Fine, you?

---Do you...---
GET MOTION SICKNESS?: On airplanes.
HAVE A BAD HABIT?: I chew my nails too much.
GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS?: Not my mom, but I love my dad.
LIKE TO DRIVE?: Like a maniac, baby.
TYPE WITH FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS?: Yes.
DRINK?: No.
SMOKE?: Yes.
WEAR CONTACTS?: No. I wear glasses sometimes.
HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? IF SO, NAMES?: Yes. Rob, Julie, Aiden.

---Favorites---
RELATIVE: Deana, my cousin.<33
TV SHOW: Buffy or Charmed.
SHAMPOO: Don't care.
COMMERCIAL: Britney Spears getting beat up by Austin.
BOOK: Special Friends.
MAGAZINE: MAD
NON-ALCOHOLIC DRINK: Surge.
ALCOHOLIC DRINK: Don't drink.
THING TO DO ON THE WEEKEND: Eat.
BAND OR GROUP: Papa Roach, Dead Kennedys
SINGER: Craig David, Brandon Boyd.
MOVIE: High Crimes.
FOOD: Fritos!
SCHOOL: My college.
CLOTHES: A & F
BOY NAME: Max.
GIRL NAME: Brooke.
HANGOUT: Avenues.
RESTAURANT: Chilis.
FEELING: Happy.
ICE-CREAM FLAVOR: Vanilla.
VACATION PLACE: My home in Florida.
SPORT: Soccer.
MUSIC: Rock.
STORE: FYE.
DOG BREED: Collie.
BIRD BREED: Don't care.
FISH BREED: Don't care.
DAY OF THE YEAR: Birthday.
MONTH: May.

---Have you...---
BROKEN THE LAW: I've ridden without a helmet!
RAN AWAY FROM HOME: No.
EVER CHEATED ON A TEST: Yes. :(
STAYED UP TILL FOUR ON THE PHONE: Lol, Liz.
SNUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE: Yes.
EVER GONE SKINNY DIPPING: Yes.
MADE A PRANK PHONE CALL: No.
EVER TIPPED OVER A PORTA POTTY: No.
USED YOU PARENTS' CREDIT CARD BEFORE: No!
SKIPPED SCHOOL BEFORE: No.
FELL ASLEEP IN THE SHOWER/BATH: Yes.
FELL ASLEEP WHILE EATING: No.
FELL ASLEEP WHILE DRIVING: No..
DRIVEN A CAR: Duh.
EVER MET SOMEONE FAMOUS: Cara from Real World.
WANTED TO DIE: Yes.
BEEN ON A PLANE: Yes.
WENT SWIMMING IN THE OCEAN: Yes.
BEEN IN A SCHOOL PLAY: No.
CRIED IN PUBLIC: Yes, and in a sushi bar.
LET A FRIEND CRY ON YOUR SHOULDER: Yeah.
GONE TO CHURCH: Yes.
READ THE BIBLE: No.
FISH: Yes.
CAVAIR: No.
SEEN SOMEONE DIE: No.

---Love---
BOYFRIEND?: Yes.
GIRLFRIEND?: No.
KISSED A BOY?: Yes.
KISSED A GIRL?: Yes.
MADE OUT WITH A BOY: Yes.
MADE OUT WITH A GIRL: Unfortunately. Lmao, LIZ, it was a dare! I was drunk on ciggys and was in 9th grade..freshmen. -Shakes head.-
SEXUALITY?: Straight, now. I think. LEAVE ME ALONE, BASTARD! :)
VIRGINITY EXISTANT?: No.
CHILDREN?: No.
CURRENT CRUSH?: Yes.
BEEN IN LOVE?: Yes.
HAD A HARD TIME GETTING OVER?: Yes.
BEEN OUT WITH SOMEONE?: Yeah.
TOO SHY?: Sometimes.
BEEN HURT?: Yes.
HAVE YOU EVER SAID "I LOVE YOU" AND MEANT IT?: Yes.
CHEATED ON SOMEONE?: No.
GONE OUT WITH A SOMEONE YOU ONLY KNEW FOR THREE DAYS?: No.
WHO DO YOU WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WITH?: Austin. Or maybe Brandon Boyd.

---Pets---
CURRENT PETS:
MOST UNUSAL PETS YOU'VE HAD: Hamster.
BEST CURRENT PET: My dog back home.
HAVE YOU EVER SHAVED YOUR CAT?: Never had one.

---Random---
WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED AND IMPORTANT POSSESSION?: A soccer trophy from third grade.
WHEN YOU WAKE UP, YOU: Eat.
YOUR MOUSE PAD HAS ON IT: CompUSA.
WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?: Posters.
WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED?: Pants and nothing else. :x
VEGETARIAN? VEGAN?: Huh? Say it in Ali language, which means dumb.
THINKING OF RIGHT NOW?: Tommorow's airplane. I HATE PLANES.
WHAT DO YOU DO THAT REALLY PISSES OFF YOUR FRIENDS?: Piss them off.
DO YOU HAVE A JOB?: Yes.
YOUR CD PLAYER HAS IN IT RIGHT NOW: PYT, I think. Stereo has Get Up Kids and Eminem.
AFTER SCHOOL/WORK YOU: I study.
IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE?: Orange.
WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY?: Being with friends.
WHAT'S THE NEXT CD YOU'RE GONNA GET?: Avril. I know, I'm late..but Wal-Mart has a bad selection.
WHO DO YOU CONSIDER GOOD FRIENDS?: People that listen, don't judge you for your looks.
WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO?: Do you really want to know?

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One in a million. [29 Jun 2002|09:58am]
[ mood | satisfied ]
[ music | dj sammy - heaven remake ]

Words cannot express my thoughts very well. I can be thinking one thing, but it doesn’t come out the way I meant it. Sometimes, there are things that refrain me from taking action or saying it. Maybe that thing is fear. And I despise that feeling. I hate it. It hinders me from doing the right thing, from the wrong thing. It hinders my life. My thoughts are overflowing and I can't seem to hold it all in. and I can’t seem to say it. My fear overpowers me. But right now, at this moment, it doesn't. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I know that I wake up to a day knowing that I'll be able to see you again.

<3AG.

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