http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:lastchances&section=today deviantART RSS for by:lastchances en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Fri, 18 Dec 2009 17:23:39 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/27958413/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/27958413/ Sun, 25 Oct 2009 11:32:40 PDT I made this one when I was 13 and a weirdo.
Just looking through all my old deviations, I feel like I've aged 15 years, not 5.
For now, instead of deleting the whole account, I'm just deleting all the ridiculous shit.
God, the worst is when I find a good picture that I totally ruined with stupid effects or bad editing.
It makes me want to self-harm.
I just deleted like 50 deviations.
I re-edited another 5-10.
This kind of feels good.
It's therapeutic.

Other things to report on:
I enjoyed Paranormal Activity. I thought it was very well done.

I love hockey. I always have, and it's nice to cheer for a team that wins.
The New York Islanders? Let's be real.
They're currently ranked 27 out of the 30 teams in the NHL. I'm used to it though.
It just becomes incredible depressing, especially since they almost always go into the third period winning.
Somehow, in those last 20 minutes, they just forget how to play hockey.
RPI, however, is first in the division, and I have season tickets.
Sure beats the hell out of watching the Islanders lose on a shitty webcast in my dorm room.

I have an unhealthy obsession with Hollywood Undead. I've been listening to a CD I made, consisting of Swan Songs and their old shit, non-stop since April.
New CD comes out the 27th. SO pumped.
When I'm not listening to them, I'm listening to Josh Groban or Andrea Bocelli.

I need a new book to read.
I also need to do my work before the Yankee game in a few hours.
I swear, if they choke.. [insert empty threat here].

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/26516317/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/26516317/ Mon, 10 Aug 2009 22:28:51 PDT I haven't really been taking any new pictures either.
My dad was diagnosed with cancer in January..
SO, photography took a back seat.
I honestly would have expected it to be the other way around.
Whatever.

I'm going to school at RPI.
I move in the 25th.
Jeez, that's coming up fast.

I actually just got back from a Yankee game,
and I took some BALLER photos that I wanted to copyright via deviantART before I put them on Facebook.
So, I'm going to start putting those up.
I'm not going to get them all uploaded though because its 1:30 in the morning
and I think, since Saturday, I have accumulated.. probably around.. 7, maybe 8 hours, of sleep.
I am such a champion.
So excited for college.

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/21835942/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/21835942/ Fri, 05 Dec 2008 17:51:43 PST
]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/19047711/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/19047711/ Wed, 25 Jun 2008 22:13:08 PDT So, the carnival in my town started tonight.
It was honestly the most crowded I've ever seen it, and it was only a Wednesday night.
Tomorrow, Friday, and Saturday are going to be insane.
So, because it was so crowded, mad people were cutting lines and whatever.
I was in a really big group because the world revolves around me and everyone loves me, or so I think.
We were waiting in one of the ridiculously long lines for some stupid ride.
There were like fifteen of us.

We were all hungry and thirsty.
So, about six of us leave to go get drinks and food.
The line was not going anywhere.
We had been there for twenty minutes without moving.
I left with Jimmy, Val and Alyssa to get lemonade.

Alyssa and Val get back before Jimmy and I because the crowds were crazy and we stopped to talk to some of our friends.
The line had moved a bit from where we had been, and we didn't find them right away.
I eventually saw them.

There wasn't much room to move around so I asked one lady to excuse me.
She LOST it.
I recognized her as a sub I had when my teacher had cancer in seventh grade.

She said, and I quote, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
*Insert Ally's blank expression*
I actually looked behind me because I didn't know what the hell she was talking about and didn't think she was talking to me.

She said "These are my three daughters, and you're cutting them. Do you think that's fair? Who the hell do you think you are? Do you know who I am?"
(I'm not lying. She really said "Do you know who I am?" I chuckle at that now because HEY BITCH. MY DAD RUNS THE CARNIVAL! SUCK IT).

Before I could even react to this ridiculousness, Val had jumped to my defense like she was working overtime.
She said "Excuse me. Are fucking kidding me? Who the fuck do you think YOU are?"

"No, I'm not fucking kidding you. You're group cut the whole line, and you just keep piling more and more kids on. It's not fucking fair to my kids."

I tried to explain to her that we were in line, and we had just gone to get food, and she just called me a slummy bitch.
For the record, I never raised my voice.
I never do.
I don't have to.

She called us a bunch of "fucking crackheads" (I'm assuming because the majority of our party was black and she was looking at them when she said it). She then proceeded to curse at us calling us bitches and such.
Alyssa eventually brought on the crazy Puerto Rican, encouraging her crackhead theory.

Then, Vinnie, one of my oldest and best friends and Val's boyfriend, hears her screaming at us and calling us slummy bitches and whatever else she could think up.

He comes over with his hands outstretched at his waist, palms up and he said very calmly, "Just everybody relax, let's talk through this."
She starts screaming again and told him to "get his fucking hands out of her face and fuck off."

I give Vinnie credit for his levelheadedness up to this point.
He said, "Okay, my hands are down. Lets just calm down."

"No, I'm not going to fucking calm down, these fucking bitches are cutting my kids."
Oh, and how she said the magic words.
"Listen, you need to calm the fuck down. Don't call my friends or my girlfriend bitches. You understand me?"

They started screaming back and forth.
Ivan, Tyler, and Christian grabbed Vinnie and pulled him forward to the front of the line before he could do something stupid because he was really getting mad.
Honestly, it was the maddest I ever saw him.

Alyssa said, "Whatever, lady. Just fucking chill. It's done. It's not a big deal."
She went to the front of the line to rant about crazy white women and their lines.

I turned to her, very calmly because I have no reason to yell, and said, "Listen, ma'am, can I just explain what was happening? I think its only fair that I tell you what is going on."

She then proceeds to get in my face, and screams "I don't want to fucking hear anything from you. Shut the fuck up, and get out of my face(again she got in my face) You're pathetic, cutting children."
Alright, fine. Crazy.

I moved in front of Val because I was afraid Val was going to lose it again and this psycho wasn't worth it.
Val's dad came over to have a sip of Val's lemonade, and Val said something to the effect of "No, Dad. You're cutting. Back of the line."
She was still very unhappy.

The lady goes, "Oh, is this your daughter? I think you should know what their doing."
She goes on about how we're cutting, how she was behind the kid in front of us and how she doesn't see how he can allow that.
Val's dad just drank his lemonade and stared at her.
He commented on ho... ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/16807967/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/16807967/ Sat, 09 Feb 2008 21:48:39 PST Where the hell did the weekend go?
Fuck man.

I just got back from Craig Ferguson's show.
Fucking hysterical.
Randy Kagan opened for him, and he was amazing.

And today's Sunday.
Sunday isn't part of my weekend.
It's the day I do all my homework.
Therefore, it does not count.

I was at work today, and it was so dead.
I was bored to tears.
Some lady came in to get some tea.
She was one of three customers,
and she was either crazy or stupid or a sick combination of the two.
She was fishing around for change to pay me and she said, and I quote, "All I really want is a politician who will get rid of the penny."
What?
That's public enemy number one?
The penny?
Fuck foreign policy.
Who's getting rid of the penny?
I thought she was kidding,
but she continued.
Do people think before they open their mouths?
She didn't deserve a response so much as a hatchet wound to the throat.

I got crazy college stuff in the mail yesterday.
I got stuff from Northeastern and NYU, which are my top two schools.
I probably won't get into NYU though.
And even if I'm smart enough to get in, I'm not smart enough to get a scholarship.
So, I won't be able to afford it.
I'm thinking Northeastern.
Or marry rich.

1. Marry rich
2. Divorce
3. Marry for love
4. Take over the world.

I'm probably going to get parasites.
I've had sushi three nights in a row.
Whatev.
I'm surprised that hasn't become a trend among women trying to stay skinny.
It's no more disgusting than binging on 20,000 calories and then throwing it up.
Actually, I think I'd take the tapeworm over the vomit.

Prom is in.. 55 days?
Or something to that affect.
I'm going with Jimmy.
It's more challenging to hook up with a gay kid.

I'm going to bed.
Night.

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/16713981/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/16713981/ Sun, 03 Feb 2008 19:56:18 PST suck my dick.



Plaxico Burress

Submitted some new deviations.

Giants won.

Wait until you see my Pi project.

Patriots lost.

LOVE YOU.

18-1.

<3 Ally

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/16391644/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/16391644/ Sun, 13 Jan 2008 17:02:14 PST
My friend has done the quickest turnover I've ever seen.
I've never seen anyone go from "Moderately Decent Human Being" to "Asshole" so fast.
He's such a Narcissist. All I think about when I see him is how fitting it would be if he just choked to death on his own dick.
I just can't stand looking at his arrogant sneering face anymore.

I have midterms in 3 days. I haven't even started reviewing. I'm so fucked.

I saw National Treasure 2, and I really liked it.
Normally, I'm not a huge Nicholas Cage fan, but he was really good.

I'm going to see Craig Ferguson in a month!

I just started Lacrosse, and I love it.

I want to see Taste of Chaos.
However [comma] none of my friends like Avenged Sevenfold and Atreyu but me.

We're already starting to make schedules for next year.
This year is going way to fast.

I'm hungry.

Apparently, I should have known that Hannah Montana and Miley Cyrus are the same person.
I thought Hannah Montana was a friggin' cartoon character.
I don't watch the Disney channel.
What the hell do I know?

This writer's strike is making me unhappy.
If I don't get a new episode of House soon, I'm going to crack.

I wish this journal was so sporadically written.

My trip to Costa Rica was cancelled.
So, suck my dick.
I need to see if any other teachers are going on trips, but it's probably too late to join.

Je suis fatiguée et j'ai faim.
Je mangerai quelque chose.
Je vous adore.
Je écrirai bientôt.

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/15951084/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/15951084/ Sat, 15 Dec 2007 21:30:55 PST We've had three snow days already which is:
1) Awesome because it's three less days I've had to go to school
2) Not so awesome because that's three less days I'll potentially have off when school becomes truly unbearable.
We'll probably have a delay Monday.
Not that I care.
I'm not going.
I'm going to the city.

CHRISTMAS SHOPPING.
I need to get out of Warwick.
I also need to get a shit load of homework done.

I want a new ID and avatar.
I've spent the better part of the last seven minutes trying to change my avatar to no avail.
I'll probably make a new ID tomorrow to distract myself from the amount of work I have to do.

I need to wash my hair
There's cake in it,
BECAUSE
I just got back from my friends little sister's birthday party.
And after OWNING nine 13 year old girls at Skategories (I think that's how you spell it), my other idiot friend hit me in the face with cake.
I wish I had gone in the hot tub,
but instead, I was molested, exposed and bitten.
I need a hot bath.
In fact, I'm going to go take a hot bath.
Au revoir.

P.S. Siobhan, you crazy Irish gypsy, you broke the skin. Do I need a tetanus shot?

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/15551081/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/15551081/ Sat, 17 Nov 2007 16:46:14 PST
WOOOOO!
I'm debating whether or not I want to try the "Black Friday" thing.
I know that as soon as I get there it'll be one of those What-The-Fuck-Was-I-Thinking things,
but on the other hand, at least I could say I did it.
However [comma] bitches are crazy, and I don't want to be stabbed over a parking space.
Actually, how cool would it be if I got stabbed (and lived obviously)?
I could totally mooch off that in my college essay.
Which makes me think of Jess.

My friend Jessica has moved several times in her life.
She's lived in England, Texas, Norway, New York, etc.
She was reading me her college essay, and I could have thrown up.
It was something like, " I've traveled all over the world facing new challenges everywhere I have gone. Surrounded by the familiar love of family, I was able to over meet the demand of these obstacles,"
and her last line was something like this, "No matter where I go, no matter who I meet, I'll always be an American at heart, just with a European twist."
Now, that's not fair.
I want an angle to play.
I don't have one.
Well, that's not true.
I have one.
I just have to find it.

SO, I thought I was getting my hours cut, which made me unhappy.
The economy around here SUCKS.
It's so bad during the winter.
Summer and fall are awesome because we have warmth and apples.
I was going to go from 3-4 days a week to 1.
She just couldn't make payroll.
I'm getting bored with this.
But, she needs me during the afternoons so she can do all her customizing orders.
So, she's cutting everyone else's hours.
Sucks.

Now, my current issue is that I have like 4 sets of parents hounding me to babysit.
It's good money, but children are evil.
I have one really good job where the kids are awesome.
For the other 3, I haven't met the kids yet.
One has an infant.
Another has a one-and-a-half year old. Fucking kill me.
The other.. I don't know.
I really should do it because it pays well.
Let's face it.
The fact that I'm EMS trained gets these bitches to throw themselves at me.

OH MY GOD.
Story.
I went to look at Cooper Union in New York City.
I'm considering Mechanical Engineering as a career.
My mom and I were looking around for a place to park, and we found a garage.
We pull in, and this little Indian man comes running out, "No room! No room!"
Fantastic.
My mom had to back her bus out of this garage at a blind corner.
She asked the little Indian fellow to back her out.
As the guy directs her to come out, some stupid fucking bitch walks behind our car.
She's lucky I saw her because my mother did not.
I have road rage.
It's a problem.
I said something to the affect of, "Real fucking smart lady,"
and she stopped which surprised me and came over to the car.
"Are you talking to me?"
"Well, yeah."
"Do you have a problem?"
"Yeah, I do. You're an idiot."
" Well," and she reaches into her purse and pulls out what looks like its going to be a badge.
Fuck.
With my luck, I probably just called a CIA agent an idiot.
"You better drive more carefully and pay attention or else you're going to have a problem."
She opens her badge like a fucking spaz, and I looked at it to see what the damage was.
It was fake.
I laughed in her face. Nice badge, idiot.
She walked away and I yelled at her retreating back, "You know that's a felony, right?"
What a fucking IDIOT.
My dad has a badge.
I have more than enough friends that are cops.
That was not a badge.
It was like a CVS costume special.
She's gonna do that to the wrong person and wind up dead in an alley.
One can only wish.

Thursday night, I had a pretty crappy day.
That was the day I found out that my hours were getting cut.
I got butt-fucked out of an amazing picture.
Cows+flashing lights= good pictures.
Sunset+time= dark.
Dark+camera= bad picture.
So, I was feeling a bit on the blah side when Gilmore, a radio DJ from WRRV said something that just made me laugh so hard.
I don't know why I thought it was so funny,
because in retrospect, it was worth a giggle, not what I was doing.

He said,
"I just read this off some guys myspace, 'I've had such a rough year that around the holiday season, I feel like I have nothing to be thankful for.'"

Then, he pauses and says "WHAT?" like he's about to go into a really deep monologue about how we have so much to be thankful for.

Then he goes,
"Have you ever had a pizza?!
Go have a pizza and some sex."

I was laughing so hard... ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/15479475/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/15479475/ Mon, 12 Nov 2007 13:36:41 PST I hate the cold.
What makes it even better is that oil is soooo much money,
and my parents won't turn the heat on.

I've been watching Project Runway since 9 a.m. this morning.
I want to marry Daniel Vosovic.
He's absolutely adorable.
It's too bad he's gay.
I really didn't think he was,
but apparently he is.
I could totally swing him around though.

My three day weekend was NOT good enough.

I have an essay test in APUS tomorrow.
I should really study for it.
I'm just tired.

I'm going to Cooper Union's open house on Wednesday for giggles.
It's damn near impossible to get into.

I have to take my brother to hockey practice in twenty minutes.
I really don't want to.
I need to study.
I'll update more sufficiently sometime this week.

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/14975768/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/14975768/ Mon, 08 Oct 2007 18:30:53 PDT To this I say, blow me.

I can Google worse shit with less security.

46 days until my birthday.
I hate when my birthday lands on Black Friday.
I can't do anything because everyone's out shopping and stabbing each other over microwaves.
I will not get stabbed over a parking spot or a blender.
What a nightmare.
I hate crowds.
Well, that's not true.
I like crowds when I'm the center of attention, which is often.
I don't like crowds when I'm not the center of attention, which is never.

This weekend kicked my ass.
Hard.

I worked a twelve hour day on Saturday.

On Sunday, I ran the booth for Ambulance Corps.

I spent the whole day rehearsing, "Would you guys like to buy a raffle ticket?! They're only a dollar. You can win a big screen TV while at the same time helping us raise money for our new building. It's a really good cause."

Only, I did it in one breath.
I wish someone video taped it.
It was so hardcore.

I was the only one who would talk.
I'm totally shameless when it comes to that stuff.

I singlehandedly raised $400.
I'm not even exaggerating.
I left for 40 minutes to get food and poke around, and when I came back, they hadn't sold a single ticket.

My voice was so shot by then, the cops gave me a bullhorn.
How fucking awesome is that?
I'd never used a bullhorn before because I'm probably the last person on Earth that needs one.
My parents were horrified to hear that I had even been allowed to touch one.

I worked today too.
I only insulted two customers today.
I really need to cut that out.
One guy came in with his wife. The conversation went like this:
Man: "Do you want anything?"
Wife: "No."
Man: "Is that no as in no or no as in yes?"
Me: "You speak women, then?"
Man: "Yes, I do. Thank you for noticing."
He insisted on giving me a high five even though I hate them and avoid them like the plague.
The wife did not think I was funny AT ALL.
She didn't even smile and her whole demeanor changed.
I know she was probably talking about me the entire way home.

For the second customer, I was getting change out of our tip jar because we were running out of all change.
I picked up a Canadian nickel and said something like, "What is this? Oh, God damn Canadians. They aren't even worth as much as American nickels."
The customer was Canadian.
She at least thought I was funny.

I'm really lucky I lived this long.

I'm tired, naked, and overworked.
I'm going to bed.

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/14860855/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/14860855/ Sun, 30 Sep 2007 18:22:44 PDT The weekend is too short.
I didn't accomplish anything this weekend.
I didn't even relax.

On Friday, I was all excited to watch all the premieres of all my favorite shows I had DVRed.
They were all disappointing.
It's not that they were bad.
They just weren't as exciting as I needed them to be.

On Saturday, I went to work at 7 (oh yeah, I got a new job), which was earlier than I needed to be awake.
My cousin from Italy was up so I went straight from work to Queens to visit his parents.
Then we went to a sit down, non-take-out Chinese restaurant.
This was new to me. I had never not gotten violently ill from Chinese food because I always had take out.
This food was really, really good. I had Curried Chicken<3
It did give me weird dreams though.

On Sunday, I had Drivers' Ed with Mr. Ruggles.
I can't help but giggle every time I write, hear, or say that.
It just sounds like something an old lady would name her cat.
I like the kids in my car, which is weird. Supposedly, that never happens.
Then, I did homework for the rest of the afternoon.

So. New job.
LOVE IT.
I didn't realize how bad my last job sucked until I got a new one.
My old boss was being a cunt and taking advantage of me, and I got sick of it.
She knows I have a car to pay for, and she's too cheap to put me on the payroll. So basically, she only called me when she absolutely needed me and with only a moment's notice.
I hate her.
My new boss is awesome.
She gives me tons of hours and loves me.
But, who doesn't?
I'm such a good kid.

I got my schedule switched around the other day and now I'm really happy with my classes.
I had some weird, new guy Hanley for physics.
He was an idiot, and he acted like he was four to "keep us interested."
It really just made me want to beat the shit out of him.
Plus, he had NO concept of organization.
I am OCD about one thing and one thing only when it comes to school.
Organization.
He drew a concept map that was so disorganized that I could feel my heart beating in my eyelid,
and he went off topic all the time.
So, I got switched into Blauner's class.
He is the man.
He is the most sarcastic individual I have ever come across.
He spends some classes just giving us nothing but life advice.
I love him.
On top of that, we learn.
Ryan's switching in with me.
He had no reason to stay after I left.

I'm having a hard time getting used to the idea that the majority of my friends are graduating next year.
It's truly depressing.
Siobhan's already gone and she was my really good chick friend.
I miss her terribly.
I don't hate her like I start to hate other girls after I spend too much time with them.
Sucks that she already graduated.
But, all my other friends are going to go off to college too and they'll be too busy drinking and fucking everything that moves to remember me.
Well, Ryan will be at least.
The fact that Jimmy's going I think will be hardest.
Even if we weren't ubber close these past couple years.
I don't know.
It'll be weird to not have him around after almost 15 years of friendship.
I love Lisa and Megan, but they're girls. I can only be with them so much.
I just relate better to guys, and I just don't have any really good guy friends in my grade.
Well, I have about 10 months before they move away.
Just have to make the most of it I suppose.

Bleh.
I need to meet a guy who doesn't act like a four year old.
That would be a pleasant change of pace.
I might even date him.

Just kidding. We all know that I'm going to marry Craig Ferguson.
I was so ready to ask my parents to get my tickets to see him for my birthday only to find that his show is all the way in LA.
Then, I asked them for a plane ticket and a ticket for the show.
I was cordially denied.

I would write more, but it is past my bedtime.
I'll definitely update every couple weeks from this point forward.
Maybe I'll even have time to take pictures.
I'm not counting on it though.
Night loves<3

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/14320039/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/14320039/ Fri, 24 Aug 2007 13:44:52 PDT This means that I still can't load my pictures from Maine.

To keep myself busy and interested, I'm making a scrapbook.
It's turning out pretty good, if I do say so myself.

I'm going to a wedding this weekend.
It's one of those cousins-I've-never-met weddings.
I think we're the only ones from the non-obscure part of the family going.
Whatever.
Free food and alcohol.
Who knows?
Maybe there'll be boys I'm not related to that I can make out with,
but I doubt it.

I kind of like Facebook.
It's not as flashy as Myspace, and it gives me a way to keep in touch with my friends going to college.
There are way too many of them.
It's depressing.

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/14123650/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/14123650/ Sat, 11 Aug 2007 18:57:58 PDT We're camping right near a town called Sunset, Maine.
It's supposed to have the most beautiful sunsets on the East Coast, and we all know how much I love a good sunset.

This is going to be another Chinese fire drill.
No one's packed.
My dad's the only one who's ever camped before.
He can hardly knock a nail into a wall let alone put up two tents.
I'm counting on one collapsing in the middle of the night.

I also predict more cursing and screaming than usual.
It's a long, complicated drive.
My dad hates getting lost and my mom can't navigate.

This is going to be awesome.
I'm serious.
I'm totally looking forward to it.
It's never boring.

Oh!
Did I mention some prick stole my wallet?
I was on my way to the bank with $150 cash and my paycheck (thankfully not signed).
I was pissed.
I had a fortune cooking later that night that said "Now is the time for action. Carry out your plan."
I interpreted that as "Kill the motherfucker who stole your wallet."
I wonder if that would hold up in court.
What's funny is that I got my wallet back in the mail (minus the $150 cash).
I'm glad I didn't have to replace my license or anything, and I have a certain amount of compassion for the guy for returning it, but I still want my money back.
The cops are looking at the surveillance for me to see if they can get a license plate number.
It's awesome to have connections.

I had two English soccer trainers living at my house.
Louis and Andy.
I liked them a lot, and I was sad they had to go.

A different trainer, Mike, is staying with us for a month though.
He seems nice enough.

Alright.
I need to pack.
I'll submit my pictures when I get back.
Actually.
Just kidding.
I need to fix my laptop first.
The charger's busted.
Ah, well.
They'll be up eventually.

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/14006679/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/14006679/ Fri, 03 Aug 2007 19:55:01 PDT
I'm probably going to the mall tomorrow after work.
Be there or be square.

This is how sad my life is.
I have to hang out with people I don't even like.

My grandma's up.
Not the crazy one mentioned in the previous journal.
The other one.
The hypochondriac.
(I hope I spelt that right.
It looks right and I don't plan on looking it up ).

I wish I had normal relatives.
Not really.
I'd be bored out of my mind.

I went to see I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry with Sio a couple days ago.
It was bitchin'.
We were laughing so hard.
It was so good.

OH!
The week before that I saw Knocked Up with Ryan, Sarah, and Sam.
OMFG!@$%^&
That movie was fucking hysterical.
The best part was that I was sitting next to Ryan so I was watching the movie and listening to his horribly inappropriate and crude commentary.
It made the movie 40 times better.
"Wow, that's awesome. I've never wanted to fuck a pregnant girl before. I would tear that baby apart."
Just things to that affect.
It's one of those "had to have been there" things.

I had a really good day today.
I made a lot of money, AND I just got home from Savannah's (a restaurant in Jersey my mother has been managing).
It was easily one of the best meals in the history of the world.
I had prime rib that I could cut with a spoon, really strong coffee, and fabulous chocolate cake.
Mmm.

The only things that could make my day better are as follows:
a)Jude Law. Next to me. Naked.
b)Ghost Hunters.
c)The second season of Criminal Minds.
d)Sio being pregnant with Hulk Hogan's baby.
e)Nick (because he's my favorite deviantART buddy) also naked.

You know what I thought was funny?
My mom gave me her check book yesterday and told me to run all these errands, but she forgot to sign the checks.
I forged my mothers name on all these checks,
and nobody asked me any questions.
Do I look that responsible?

By the way, The Number 23 sucked ass,
but Zodiac was okay.
It was more of a documentary than a horror film.

I think I want to see Hot Rod tomorrow.
Because I'm definitely not seeing No Reservations.


I have to get up for work tomorrow.
Night bitches.

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/13612458/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/13612458/ Wed, 04 Jul 2007 20:22:10 PDT Grandmother was locked up in hospital for the incurably insane.
Grandmother is angry with my mother, uncle, and ME for not coming to visit her.

Why me?
How random is it to get angry at me?
I have at least 20 cousins,
and she's angry at me.
Apparently, since I got my license, she thinks that I should drive from Warwick ALL THE WAY to Flushing, Queens.
Most of my cousins are full grown and grew up driving in the city, but the one who's sixteen and learned to drive in the sticks is the only one expected to visit her.
For background information, Flushing is Korea's colony in America,
and there hardly any signs in English.
I get lost in Warwick.
I'VE LIVED HERE FOR OVER A DECADE,
AND I STILL GET LOST HERE.
Not to mention that driving to the city is way over my head.
I'm not nearly good enough to drive all the way to Queens,
and I know that.
It's dangerous.
I suppose I could take the train, but again, my sense of direction is not my strong point and I'd wind up in the Bronx.

Before anyone starts feeling bad for her, she just wants attention.
..It's a long story.

I still don't understand why she chose me, but apparently, I'm on her shit list.
I can live with that.


My cousin was about as bad to deal with as ever.
She's evil.
I wish I had recorded the way she talks to her parents.
If I spoke to my parents the way she spoke to hers, I would have been killed.
My father would have beaten me to death and enjoyed it.
That wasn't too bad because my parents realized how good they have it with me. 8)

The way she talks to everyone is just.. uck.
She makes demands.
Rather than, "Hey, do you think you could straighten my hair when you get a chance?"
She says, "I need my hair straightened, and you have to do it."
That's what she said to me VERBATIM.
I just laughed and walked away.

Later on, I was in my room reading.
She came in and said, "My mom bought stuff to spray on my legs to make them tan, and she said that you have to spray my legs now before we leave."
I gave a little chuckle, closed my book, grabbed my keys off the shelf, and left for the rest of the night.
I have better things to do.
I don't need fake tan.
My grandparents are Italian, motherfucker (except the crazy one..She's English).
I'm brown all year 'round.

I'm so glad she's gone.
WOOOO.

I read James Patterson's Along Came A Spider while they were here.
It was good.


I'm gonna get something to eat.
I'm really hungry all of a sudden.
I really want Ramen.
I don't think we have it.
Fuck me.
Alright.
I'm leaving.
]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/13503877/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/13503877/ Tue, 26 Jun 2007 20:42:37 PDT I'm so glad school is over.
Everything has just been chaos.
Constantly.

I'm not even going to go into detail about my ridiculous extended family.
I don't care.
You shouldn't either.

I've spent almost everyday since summer started fixing my house up for my relatives that are staying for 5 days.
They aren't really my blood relatives.
It's my dad's best friend, wife, and kid.
We just call them family.
I don't mind my Aunt and Uncle, but my cousin is AWFUL.

You know how some people just shouldn't have children?
That's my aunt and uncle.
They're tons of fun and nice as can be, but my God.
They couldn't have kids, and they were having trouble adopting.
The superior forces were trying to tell them something.
Finally, they adopted and created the closest thing to evil I've ever seen.

I think I've written about her before, but I don't remember and don't feel like looking.
I wish I could say that "spoiled rotten" covers it, but it doesn't.
Not even close.
Evil is the best I can I can do to describe her.
I'm sure when the five days is up, I'll be bursting to rant.
I won't rant twice.
So, I'll save the ranting and storytelling for the end of the week.

I went into the library to find books to read.
Every book I picked out was gone.
I wanted to start reading the James Patterson series, and the first one was gone.
I picked out a bunch more and one that I really wanted.
I'm #63 in line for it .
LAME.
I never finished Angels and Demons.
I think I'm gonna start reading it again.
It was really good.
I don't know why I put it down.

I think I'm going to poke around the Appalachian Trail tomorrow for some pictures.
There's a really pretty waterfall about a quarter of a mile in.
I just hope there's some water.
It's been very, very hot lately.

I want my report card to come because my parents may like me a little better after my little car accident.
They actually weren't that mad.
I think they were expecting me to hit something eventually.
They're just glad it wasn't worse I guess.

But, I did really good on the finals I know of.
I got a 99 in Global, 95 in Math and 97 in French.
Speaking of French, I meant to look something up.
Glad I remembered.

Whatever.
I'm exhausted.
I'm going to sleep.
I'll submit the picture of the car I hit into scraps before I go to bed.
Haha.

Very excited.

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/12617886/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/12617886/ Mon, 16 Apr 2007 11:38:03 PDT They closed school because of rain.

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/12598934/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/12598934/ Sat, 14 Apr 2007 22:41:13 PDT
Tonight my friend Lisa threw herself a little birthday bash.
I went due to the fact that I love Lisa and there was free food involved.
I got there around 5:30.
A bunch of people came.
It was cool for a while.

By 7, My friend Ryan and I were ready to bail.
We had eaten and everyone was dancing.
I danced for a little bit, but I really just wasnt in the mood.
It's a sad day when I'm not willing to shake my ass to reggaeton.

Ryan and I were just kind of talking in the corner with Ray and Alex and whoever else.
Lisa and Ryan were dating and broke up about a month ago, but they're still going to prom together.
They started bitching at each other because Ryan doesn't know how to dance and Lisa wanted to teach him because she wanted him to dance at prom and Ryan didn't want to dance at prom and Lisa wouldn't hear of it..
It was chaos.
We left to walk to town at about 8:30.

Now, Warwick sucks.
There is nothing to do for teenagers after 7.
NOTHING.
The nearest movie theater is a town over and its just such a sketchy place.
There's always these perverted homeless guys, muggers, and kidnappers wandering around.

Ryan and I kind of wandered gas station to gas station.
Then, Ryan called one of his friends Justin, who wound up being a really cool kid.
We walked to Tuscan and got there just as they were closing.
The lady was really chill. She stayed open for us.

We got food and then we decided to maybe drive around a little.
So, we started heading to Justin's car.
We cross the street and walk in front of this huge and shady looking black guy walking on the sidewalk.
He was easily 6'4" and 300 lbs. He was huge.
So, we walk up the block to the other crosswalk, down another block, and we cross and head for the CVS parking lot.
Now, CVS has been closed for about an hour now.
We're the only car parked there.
The guy followed us into the parking lot, and he was right behind us.
I was a little freaked out, and Ryan apparently shared my view because, before I said anything, he was like was like "Uh, this guy's definately following us. He's made it a point to catch up to us and he's just staring."
And he was right.
He was a lot closer than he had been originally, and he was just smoking a cigarette and staring at us.
I turned to Justin and I was like "Unlock your car now."
We started really booking it toward the car. Almost in a run.
And he was trying to keep up with us, making an attempt not to look too obvious I guess, and when we got to the car he kept walking towards it.
We flung ourselves into the car, locked it, and Justin started the car.
The guy kinda stopped and stared.
We pulled away, and I guess a cop had seen him following us and he pulled up to him and started talking to him.
We didn't even bother to stick around. We were gooone.
I'm convinced that if we weren't heading to Justin's car and had gone another direction that he would have mugged us.
It was scary.
There was no doubt in my mind he was trying to corner us.
He followed us for way too long and there was no reason to walk into that parking lot.

Ryan pointed out to me that all that guy had to do was put a knife to my neck, and that would have been it.
They wouldn't have fought him.
They would have just given him what he wanted.
I guess it was kind of eye opening.
Warwick's a nice town, but there some fucked up people.
The fucked up people are almost always druggies who'll leave you alone.
I've never heard of anyone getting mugged in Warwick.
It's just not something that happens.
Besides, Justin's a black belt, Ryan's pretty built and I'm a fucking bitch and can kick like a thousand miles an hour so it was whatever.
We're infamous for our drugs, but not for crime..
It just really caught me off guard, I guess.

Whatever.
We drove around for a while after that and had a really good time.
Hey. What are you gonna do?

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/12448858/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/12448858/ Tue, 03 Apr 2007 19:34:11 PDT Even the website is fucked up.
It took me about 25 minutes just to find a form to print up.
Maneuvering through that website was like driving in New Jersey..
Complete chaos and guesswork.
..Which brings me to my next point: I hate New Jersey.

Looks like I won't be driving the pick up.
We traded it in for a Ford Escape.
It's a fucking hott car.
It's an '02 with 25,000 miles on it.
It has leather seats and a moon roof that I didn't get charged extra for.
I LOVE IT.
We got a kickass deal for it.
It kinda smells like cigarettes because the bitch before me must have smoked.
I hate that smell.
I have to remember to Febreeze it.
But, it's amazing.
I'm aiming to take my road test in May.
I really want to have my license by the time I have finals.

I'll finish writing this tomorrow. Maybe. Probably not.

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/12135527/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/12135527/ Sat, 10 Mar 2007 19:31:33 PST Normally, it says 1,587,324 deviations.
Alright.
I may be exaggerating a bit.

I decided to write a real journal.
The last one was more or less my bitching about the worst movie ever to come into existence.
Tom came by today to pick it up.
I could kill him, but I won't.

I saw Little Miss Sunshine today.
It was cute.
Not as funny as it was made out to be, but I liked it none the less.

I'm pretty fucked.
I have an essay and a quote analysis paper to do for Monday.
Both are on a book that I haven't read because I've lost it twice.
I don't understand.
There is some superior force that does not want me to read this book.
I've never lost a book before.
The first book I lost was the one that my teacher gave me.
I lost it the day after she gave it to me sometime during my lunch period.
The second one I got from the library because my teacher didn't have an extra.
I lost that one about 2 days later.
I have no idea where it went.
It's crazy.

The essay I can bullshit.
Not a problem.
The quote analysis page is the problem.
I have to analyze eight quotes.
There are only five on Sparknotes.
I can't even copy it because my friends all handed their papers in.
I got an extension because my teacher likes me and knows that this isn't something I normally do.

Bleh.
My 9 year old cousin has brain cancer, and they think that it may have wandered to his spine.
How fucked up is that?
He's nine.
No one deserves that, but come on.
A nine year old kid?
And people wonder why I don't believe in God.

I went on my first Ambulance call the other day.
It was pretty cool.
One of the guys, Bobby, was giving me a ride to the Junior Corps meeting, and he got a call on our way there.
I went with him.
It was an 86 year old black lady named Roslyn, and she did not want to go to the hospital.
She was probably having a heart attack.
"I ain't going to the hospital!"
She made me laugh.

I had a soccer tournament last night.
I let up one goal, and we got 3rd place.
I came off for the last 2 minutes of the last game.
I ran off the field, ripped my gloves, pants and shirt off, and said "PUT ME IN NOW."
I was so angry.
If I had more than a minute.. I would have scored a goal.
I was that pissed.

Ah! And I got my hair cut today.
I lost a good 5-6 inches of hair.
My ends were just fried.
I don't even straighten my hair.
I don't have the patience or the dedication.
I got my haircut some place different this time because I couldn't get down to the city anytime soon.
The guy asked me if I liked my hair's curl, and I said yes,
but I haven't had my hair this short in forever.
I forgot how big and curly it can get.
I have a, well, a half-hearted 'fro and I love it.

I made my schedule for next year.

AP U.S. History
Pre-calc
AP Psychology
Physics H or AP Physics (I haven't decided)
Astronomy and Oceanography (They're half year courses)
American Literature Honors.

I'm not a hundred percent sure what I want to go to college for, but I know it's going to be something in the science field.
Right now, I'm looking medical.
I'm just trying to cover everything.
I would have taken AP Bio if Mrs. Smith, the substance of my nightmares, didn't teach it.
She's a hag.

Alright.
That's about all that's going on that's worth mentioning.
I know you'd hate reading about my bullshit high school drama like I'd hate writing about it.
I'm gonna hit the sack.
Night kids.

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/12051281/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/12051281/ Sun, 04 Mar 2007 09:02:22 PST I'm still fuming over that movie.
I spent four hours watching, what I thought, was the greatest movie EVER.
I sat there anticipating the greatest ending EVER.
The ending seriously shit all over the movie.
It sucked so bad.

This was the only movie I've seen with DiCaprio in it that I walked away wanting to fuck him more than wanting to shoot him in the forehead.

I still can't believe the ending.
Four hours of my life down the tube because of the last 5 minutes.
It was that bad.
They didn't answer some of the major questions.
"Who's baby is it?"
"Do they know he's dirty?"
"What happened to the envelope and the tapes?"
"Where the hell did he come from?"
!@#$%^&*

Don't ever see that movie unless you want to be disappointed.



ANYWAY.
It's March.
No days off until Spring Break.
Going for the home stretch.
I hate March.
As soon as I'm Ruler of the World, I'm going to blow New Jersey off the map and then abolish March.
Nothing good comes from NJ or March.

Alright.
That's it.

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/11680405/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/11680405/ Sun, 04 Feb 2007 06:56:45 PST So, her school gave her some websites were she can get school equipment really cheap.
She can get Photoshop CS2 for $250.
The cheapest I've ever seen it is for $800.

So, Ally doesn't have $250.
Being a good little girl, I put most of the money that I made from working in the bank.
I kept about a third of my tips for pocket money.
Well, Christmas basically sucked all the money from my wallet, and I haven't worked since.

I've been trying for the past two days to persuade my mother to buy it for me.
I knew deep down that it was never going to work, but I gave up my dignity anyway.

"You'll never have to buy me a birthday present ever again. IN FACT! I'll buy YOU a present on my birthday.. how's that?"

That wasn't even the worst of it, and I was serious.

I've been making bets with her to try and win it.
I won one,
but that one conveniently didn't really count.

I'm trying to get a new job to no avail.
I'm getting desperate.

I tried to sell my brother, but no one wanted him.

Whatever. I'll figure it out.

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/11579174/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/11579174/ Fri, 26 Jan 2007 17:38:20 PST Midterms have their advantages but no more.

Today was alright.
Jimmy drove me to school because we both had morning tests.
It was waaay too fucking cold.
We didn't get bagels because we figured it would mean leaving the car.
It was around -12 degrees.
It was insane.
I really hate the cold.

I'm tired, but not so tired I want to go to sleep.
I'm feel almost depressed which is weird because I'm never depressed.
I don't have any real reason to be.
I was out all afternoon having fun with Meirah, Jimmy, Jayme, and some other kids at the Tuscan.
One of our family friends had a minor stroke, but I know that isn't it.
And, NO. It isn't that time of the month.
Eh, whatever.
I'm probably just drained from all the testing.

I want to get up and take care of all the little things that need to be done, such as:
installing new virus protection software, print some photos, organize, shop, etc.
I just don't feel like moving.
I hate this feeling. Where's the ecstasy?

I think I need to get a new job.
My boss hasn't fired me or replaced me or anything, but she kind of decided that she was going to try and cut down on pay roll.
So, she has one waitress working.. 14 tables? Give or take.
I wish she would have at least told me.
She's been pissing me off.
I went from working all the time to not working at all.
If she doesn't call me by the end of the month, I'm just gonna tell her that I'm going to have to get another job.

Things to look forward to:
House is back on this week.
I'm sorry Hugh Laurie is so hot.
I don't care that he's like 45.
I'd tap that.

I'm getting my story back from my English teacher on Monday.
It ruled.
I'm so proud of it.


Alright.
I'm going to get off my lazy ass and do something.
Much love kids.

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/11313847/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/11313847/ Thu, 04 Jan 2007 13:46:56 PST This blows.

The idea of them getting snowed out is laughable.
The way our school works is, if there's a delay or a snow day, the midterm is canceled.
There's no rescheduling, which is beautiful.

I've been fortunate enough to have a snow day on a midterm.
It's a fairly common occurrence,
but with the way the weather's going, I have a better chance of laying on a beach getting blown by Jude Law.

My grades are kicking ass right now.
Like rock scientist good.

Alright.
I've got shit to do.
English vocabulary.
Study for Chemistry.
Narcolepsy paper.
Meh.


]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/11130379/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/11130379/ Wed, 20 Dec 2006 17:26:31 PST December 22nd is Orgasm for Peace Day.
I hate hippies.

I went to the city today to shop with my dad.
Skipped school because I'm a BAMF.

I'm reading such a great book.
I Hope They Serve Beer in HELL by Tucker Max.
I was sitting on the train home reading it.
I was alone in the car with 3 people I've never seen before, and every once in a while I would just start laughing like a jackass.
They thought I was mental.
I didn't care.
If they had read it, they would understand.
I would recommend it to anyone who thinks getting drunk, acting like a raving maniac, and shitting all over hotel lobbies is funny.

Fucking.
My laptop is working. Thank the fucking lord.
I can't even tell you what I went through just to get it going.

I reloaded most of my programs.
I still have to get the separate hard drive loaded.
It didn't work the first time I tried it.
I immediately gave up and demanded it kill itself.
..I'll try again later.

I had the best mocha chino ever today. It rocked.
Nothing better than NYC coffee.

Fuck Starbuck's.
Starbuck's BLOWS.
I swear to God.
I see kids drinking it all the time.
They say they love it when the look of disgust on their face as they drink it tells me that they hate it as much as I do.
It too strong and it just tastes burnt.

I just finished loading the pictures I had on my camera.
Most of them have been there since the summer.
My goal is to load at least one before bed.

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/10869058/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/10869058/ Mon, 27 Nov 2006 14:36:35 PST Big news in New York.
Black guy and his friends were in a car.
A UC Cop thinks he sees a gun and he and his fellow officers fired 50 shots.
They killed one guy and injured the other two.
Apparently, there was no gun and the cop had just come out of a club after having a few beers as part of his cover.
The guy was supposed to get married that day.
The cops fucked up BIG TIME
What pisses me off is that it's always racism.
Why does Rev. Al Sharpton have to come out every single time a black guy gets shot and preach racism?

Why is it always a hate crime?
What about that white college student who ran into a road and was killed by a car because a gang of black kids were screaming "Kill whitie!"
Why isn't that a hate crime?

It wasn't a BLACK THING.
It was a stupid fucking cop who fucked up.
It just makes me insane.
Racism is never going to go away if every fucking time something happens to a minority, they blame it on racism.

Now, I suppose it isn't fair for me to say all this because for all I know, the cop was a racist, and that's his problem..
but I can promise you that every single time a black guy is fired, beat up, shot at or otherwise treated unfairly that it is not because he is black.
I'm sick of it.
I'm sick of the black community coming together when something like this happens.
The whole community should come together.
Things like this should seperate whites and blacks like its some kind of struggle between them.
It's ridiculous.
How is racism supposed to end when you've got people like Sharpton blaming everything that ever happens to a black person on racism?


I really needed to do that.
Sorry if you didn't want to read that.
That was more for me.
If you want to argue with me, go for it.

Birthday's over.
Got some neat shit.
Like my driving permit.
I just have to go and get my 20 hours driving.
It shouldn't be too bad.
The only difficult part is that I'm learning on a gigantic car.
It isn't too bad though, and if i can drive that, I can drive anything.

I just got a project in English today.
It's freaking cool.
I'm the only person really excited for it.
We get to research a disease (which I do for fun anyway) and use our research to write a diary or a short story about a person with that disease.
I love stuff like this.

House is on today and tomorrow.
I don't know what to do.
It's too great.
I have soccer practice tomorrow, but I don't think I want to go.
It's 9-10 at night.
That just sucks.
By the time I get home and go to bed its like 11:30.
I know.
Most kids go to bed at 11:30 anyway.
Well, I DON'T.
I like sleep.
I go to bed at 9 if I can.

I got my teeth cleaned today, and the bitch who was doing it slipped and wacked my tooth and now it's killing me.

I'm designing the menu for the restaurant I'm working for.
It's pretty chill.
Maybe I'll put it on deviantart

I've got so many pictures I want to put up here.
SOOO many.
I need to get my computer functioning again.
I wanted to get that done this weekend, but it doesn't look like its going to happppen.
I'm going to try though.

I made a huge deposit in the bank the other day and basically doubled what I had in there.
It ruled.
I'm working all weekend including all day Friday so hopefully I'll rake in more cash.

Alright.
I'm off.
Much love

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/10692760/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/10692760/ Sat, 11 Nov 2006 17:47:13 PST Yesterday was insane.
I made $50 just in tips.
Then, there's the $30 I get just for being there.
Hawt.

But, yeah.
Today sucked.
Kate and I had a fistfight in the kitchen to keep ourselves occupied.
That girl abuses me.
I love her though.
God, the last couple that came in would not leave.
We stayed late for them and made special accommodations for their food.
I made them sundaes special, and they gave me an OKAY tip.
I seriously worked my ass off for them.
Bleh.

Not gonna lie.
I'm pretty excited to get my pick-up truck.
It's a sweet ride.
I mean, hey.
If I could afford a mustang, I would get it.

I need to start eating healthy and going to the gym
I wanna be in kickass shape for the firefighter courses I'll have to take.


I got switced out of my asshat of a teacher's chem class.
Yay.

I just played the Sims for 3 hours.

I'm gonna go lay out my outfit for tomorrow.

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/10662111/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/10662111/ Wed, 08 Nov 2006 18:06:32 PST Sure, it's corny, but I don't care.
13 days until it comes out.
15 days until my birthday.
(They did that on purpose so I could get the album right before my birthday and drive my father mad).
The man listens to nothing but the Allman Brothers.
If it isn't the Allman Brothers, it sucks.
Well, it's my birthday, and there will be nothing but Brand new, Fergie and Justin Timberlake.

My chemistry teacher is hag.
She is so bizarre.
She's got this long greasy, thin pony tail that falls to her ass.
Her fashion sense makes me cringe.
It's just wrong.
She's a horrible teacher and a beast.
I really need to do good in Chem because, as of now, I want to go to medical school.
That's just not going to happen.
Her thing is you get a low average in her class and do fantastic on the regents.
Well, I can't afford to get a low average.
I can do well on the regents with or without her.
So, my mother and I decided it would be best if I switched out.
My mom called her to let her know she was requesting the switch so it wouldn't be a surprise.
The woman hung up on my mother, which is so bad.
If there's anything that makes my mother insane is when people hang up on her.
I hung up on her once.
Never again.
Then, she disapproved my request to switch out because it looks bad if she loses students out of her honors class.
Gah.
Hatred.

I'll finish this later.
Mom needs the computer.

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/10541573/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/10541573/ Sat, 28 Oct 2006 20:31:21 PDT
I went to a party tonight with my family and we went as the Addams Family.
It was cool.
There was a contest.
My little brother won for Cousin It.
One guy dressed up as a fairy with tights, ballerina slippers, a tutu, a wand and a light up crown.
It was beautiful.
Great legs.

My team made Sections, which is awesome.
We are, without doubt, the underdogs.

I'm so shot.
Soccer, school, work, ambulance core, and soon the fire department.
It just needs to END.

A gallery is showing my pictures November 4th and there's a contest and all that cool shit.
Pretty excited.
What sucks balls for money is the fact that the Sections Championship game is at the EXACT SAME TIME, and I have to work that day.
Chances are that we won't make it to the Championship game.
I would love to but no.

I'm working so much this month.
My current savings account is about $390.
I have another $1200 in another account.
I just wish I didn't have to work the Saturday after my birthday.
I need that Saturday to play with my toys.

Thanksgiving= my birthday.
I know.
I rule.

Oh man.
I almost forgot my shut the fuck up story.
Eh.
I'm too tired to share it.
Ask me tomorrow.
We'll leave it at this.

failurebydsign97: hey, Jimmy.
failurebydsign97: shut the fuck up.

a sorry sight: Steph are you sitting?
Youre My xDiscox: no, i prefer to stand at the computer.
a sorry sight: .
a sorry sight: Steph are you sitting?
Youre My xDiscox: yes
a sorry sight: Shut the fuck up.
Youre My xDiscox: hahahahahahhahhaha



]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/10393529/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/10393529/ Sat, 14 Oct 2006 18:16:14 PDT I dove for the ball and kidney met rock.
I made the save so it wasn't totally lame.

I hate PMS.
I just cried for a half an hour for no reason.
Seriously. There was no reason for it.
If anything, I was in a good mood.

Well, in other news:
My computer crashed and my cell phone went through the wash.
My dad's supergenius computer friend got all my pictures and music off even when Gateway said I probably couldn't get it back.
He's my hero<3

I neeeeed my cell phone back.
I'm going to crack.

Gah, I have a speaking presentation in French on Monday.
I suuuck at speaking French.

Whatev.
I had like thirty million things I wanted to write, but I don't remember them anymore.
I think I'm gonna make some brownies.
Much love<3

]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9899884/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9899884/ Tue, 29 Aug 2006 18:37:58 PDT Atleast I get it over with.
The teacher's supposed to be an ogre.

I think I'm the only one of my friends who has 6th period lunch.
The amount of people I know who have 5th period is insane.
I want 5th period.
Meh.
Whatever.

I made Varsity.
Yay for me.
I didn't get my number, but that's ok.
I have a couple scrimages tomorrow.
So, I'm off to bed. ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9581739/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9581739/ Wed, 02 Aug 2006 21:18:58 PDT I mean Islamic terrorists are religious extremists, taking their right to defend Allah a little too far.

AND.
I found a website.
Some bullshit Southern Baptist psyco church.
I was absolutely dumbfounded.

The whole site is dedicated to "Exposing Satanism."
I managed to stumble upon it while searching for an actor on the internet.
It happened to be one of the actors from the Harry Potter movies (the kid who plays Oliver Wood. SO hott).
So, I pull the page up, out of curiosity, and read it.

It was all about how Harry Potter was turning kids onto Satan and other "occult" things.

There's no Satanic message in Harry Potter.
The Wiccan religion that JK Rowling is commonly accused of promoting through her books, is a peaceful, nature-centered religion whose virtues include: sincereness and kindness.
There is really nothing Satanic about it.
There is no actual witchcraft.
Wiccans follow a strict "Harm none" policy.
Meaning, they don't put hexes on people, you twats.

Reading onward, I learned that basically anything that wasn't given the "OKAY" in the Bible (as they interpret it) is condemned.

How can you be that ridiculous?
How can you be SO sure that your interpretation of the Bible is right that you have the right to ridicule other people and condemn them to hell?
Doesn't that seem just flat out arrogant?
"OH! You're Catholic/ Jewish/ Agnostic/ Pagan/ Buddhist/ Hindu/ etc. and you don't belong to my little shit religion probably based out of Canefield, Alabama or some other insignificant place that no on cares about. I CONDEMN YOU TO HELL!"
Bite me.
You don't have the right to condemn me to hell.
That's what God's for in the first place, you twit.

Don't get me wrong.
I am not by any means saying that if you practice a religion, you're an arrogant git and take it too far.
I just don't understand how anyone could be that close-minded to other's religions while being so absorbed in their own.



THAT was bottled up for a while.
I'm much more wound down now.


ALRIGHT.
On to the more interesting stuff.

My week was damn good.
Last.. Thursday.. Yes, a week ago..
Jimmy, Steph, Megan and Lisa slept over, which owned.

I don't remember what happened over the weekend or Monday.

Tuesday, I was in the pool and the AC.
Fuck that. 110 degrees?
I really like the heat because if I have shorts and a t-shirt on, it's comfortable to me.
But, at a 110 degrees, you're just freaking hot.
The only way I would be comfortable in that kind of heat is if I was naked and bald.

Yesterday, I, being the idiot that I am, volunteered to help my dad clean the firetruck.
I forgot how hot 110 degrees is.
I learned how to use the buffer and I probably sweat off half my body weight in water.
It was BRUTAL.
I don't think I got any tanner either, but I'm pretty dark at this point.
I probably did and I just don't notice.

Tomorrow, I am going to the mall with my dad.
SHOPPING AT TARGET! YEAAAH.
Target actually has nice clothes.
I always refused to go to Target because I imagined it being like Filene's or J.C. Penney.
But, it isn't at all.
So, I'm pretty excited.

I started this journal at about 10:45 and it's now 12.
What the hell?
It was seriously 10:45.. 10 minutes ago.

BLAH.
Night.
]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9491303/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9491303/ Tue, 25 Jul 2006 15:00:03 PDT My eye's been killing me the past couple weeks,
and this morning it was swollen.
I kinda wanted a patch, but I didn't get one.
He just gave me some eye drops.

Because I am the way that I am, he saw no obvious reason for my eye to be swollen or hurt.
He then came to the conclusion that I have severe dry eye, and I probably sleep with my eye open.
How hardcore is that?
I sleep with one eye open.

I submitted some stuff.
Two pictures.
Yay for me.

My dad's going to Baltimore tomorrow.
He'll be back Sunday.
I shall miss him terribly.

My mother, being insane, has decided to have a massive garage sale.
This is her idea of having fun while dad's away.
It's not that bad an idea.
There's a lot of shit I could do away with.
I just don't feel like doing it.
I could burn calories.
We can't have that.

Oh, jeez.
I just had a good idea.
I could sell pictures.
Oh, man.
That's a really good idea.
I am great.


I get to join the fire department in a couple months when I turn sixteen.
Because I work insanely hard, everybody is trying to get me to join their department.
BUT.
I know which one I'm going to.
'Twas a hard decision.
There are so many kickass guys and then so many idiots.
I wish I could just take all the idiots and exile them.

Speaking of turning sixteen, my birthday is on Thanksgiving.
How kickass is that?
Thanksgiving is probably my favorite holiday.

Two days and my mp3 players is off backorder.
I hate backorder.
There is nothing okay about backorder.
And what really pisses me off is Dell said they had it in stock.
If I knew it wasn't in stock, I would have bought it somewhere else.

My demon-seed, dipstick of a brother received a BB gun.
Very scary indeed.
I fear for my life.

Alright.
I am hungry.
Time for dinner.
Toodles kids.
]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9329876/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9329876/ Mon, 10 Jul 2006 08:02:45 PDT I want the new season to start.
Now.

Dr. Phil is boring me.
His shows just aren't as good anymore.
For example, today's show is about bratty, little kids.
I can sum up the solution for that in two words:
Beat them.
YOU GAVE THEM LIFE!
Those ungrateful, little bastards.

Italy won the World Cup.

For an early birthday present, we sent my dad to Italy to chill and watch the World Cup with our cousins.
I'm glad they won while he was there.
He was in Italy last time they won the World Cup, and he had a great time.
He's coming home tomorrow.
Yippie.

On a more depressing note, I used the last of my foghorn.

I don't think there's anything else I want to say.


Alright.
]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9254413/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9254413/ Sun, 02 Jul 2006 20:43:55 PDT I have.

I'm going to Maine in August for vacation,
which is pretty sweet.
Maine's beautiful.

Freaking.
TGI Friday's is no longer on my "Places I would make babies in" list.
So, I've been trying to avoid cancer by eating better.
I decided that a burger in TGIF wouldn't kill me, but it tried.
Meh.

I'm going to see Pirates of the Caribbean with Jimmy on Friday;
assuming he can get off work.

We saw the first POTC about 12 times before it left theaters.
As in, we had nothing better to do than to go to the movies 12 times and see it.
We own.

I'm going to sleep.
NIGHT. ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9164033/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9164033/ Fri, 23 Jun 2006 22:08:44 PDT I had so much fun.

First, I chilled with the Ambulance core and walked around with Brittany because she dances like a white girl.

Then, I found Alex.
He hit me in the face with an ice cream cone.

Vanilla none the less.
I don't like vanilla.

Then, we went on rides.
Rides own.
I still feel like I'm gonna throw up from the Flying Bobs

After Alex left, I went with my dad and the Fire Dept.
Oh my dear lord.

They all ran over to the game with the water guns and had a massive water gun fight.
It was damn near one of the funniest things I have ever seen.

Then, about 20 of them piled onto one ride and just screamed and chanted random shit.

After that, we went to the bumper cars.
I took part in this.
BUMPER CARS OWN.
I FUCKING LOVE BUMPER CARS.
I don't care who you are.
I fucking drive the car

Anyway.
After that, we went back to the fire house.
MASSIVE HOSE FIGHT.

Yes. I have pictures.
I probably wont post them though.
Ah, well.

OH YES.
I have to put a portfolio together to show to some guy who owns a gallery.
If he likes my shit, he's gonna give me a little corner in his gallery,
which is beyond awesome.
I'm struggling trying to decide which ones to put in the portfolio.
It would have to be my best, obviously.
If anyone wants to help me, I would love you forever and mother your offspring.


Thanks guys!
LOVE. ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9135164/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9135164/ Wed, 21 Jun 2006 09:07:00 PDT 'Twas were easy.
I'm finally DONE.

Fucking, the carnival's tonight.
I'm so excited.

I'm getting a big stuffed animal.
If its the last thing I do, I am winning a big stuffed animal.

Alex's party is tomorrow.
Yay for parties.
I love his parties.
There's always good food.
and a hot tub

Which reminds me.
I have to give Alex his pants back.
I stole them like 3 years ago.
Well, borrowed with out permission but with intent to return
I'm just a little forgetful.
Just a little.

It's not my fault I took them anyway.
It's Ray's.

Alright.
I'm gonna have lunch and shower.
I may be MIA for a couple of days.
This is just to give you guys an idea of what I'm up to

Love. ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9108218/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9108218/ Sun, 18 Jun 2006 18:20:30 PDT I'm posting almost one a day.
My day's are quite eventful.

So, I love my friends.
I'm seriously dying from laughter right now from what just happened.
I can't even write it on here because if certain people were to come across it..
It may not be good.
But, know this.
IT WAS FREAKING HILARIOUS.
I know.
You're drooling.

Ray is probably one of my favorite people on EARTH.

Eat The Rich 15: liek if someone says "you have a lizard dick" is that a compliement

Eat The Rich 15: no cuz now im more confused then Elton John looking threw a Playboy

I missed this kid so much.


Moving along.
I've got a massive headache.
Probably from lack of oxygen to my brain and studying without my glasses.
I'm going to bed.
Night: ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9100397/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9100397/ Sat, 17 Jun 2006 21:57:49 PDT Today was a pretty boring day.

Minus the fact I broke out of my slump.
I'm really proud of my new deviation.

It's getting on 1 am.
My parents arent home yet, which kinda sucks because I'm tired and wanna go to sleep.

Gah.
I dont want to take finals.
I have Math and French on Monday.
French is gonna be cake.
Math is going to suck.
I just want it to be OVER.

Carnival on Wednesday.
Pretty excited.

I hate mattress commercials.

I think I'm going to eat an orange,
because I am hungry.

Alright.
Fuck this.
I'm going to bed. ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9078530/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9078530/ Thu, 15 Jun 2006 15:22:51 PDT Got my hair dyed.
In an attempt to share the color of my hair with you guys, I took pictures.
HAHAHAHAH.
I love taking pictures of myself.
It's totally not healthy.
I plan on posting one right after I'm done typing this.

Well, nothing exciting really happened today.
I have a global final tomorrow.

I'm going out to dinner soon for the Ambulance Core.
FREE FOOD.
annnnd.
That's it.


Much looove (to the two kids who still read my journals),
Ally ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9067244/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9067244/ Wed, 14 Jun 2006 15:23:41 PDT (I know I didn't know there was strawberry picking either).
Fucking, I made chocolate covered strawberries and they're orgasmic.

I just bought the Head Automatica CD.
I really like it.
A lot.
The new Taking Back Sunday CD sucks just like I thought it would.
So depressing.

I realized the other day how weird of an eye color I have.
I don't think I'm gonna bother with eye shadow anymore.
It's too hard to get a good color that compliments my eyes.
They're better off bare.
Whatever.
Makeups good for wearing.
Not eating.
Not that I ate it or anything.

I want the new Brand New CD to be done.
NOW.

I'm gonna go fight my punching bag.
Later kids.

---------------------------------------------------
Update:

Yeah.
So, I love Megan.

xRapidHopeLoss: people are extremly hideous
xRapidHopeLoss: why do they think they are hot?
xRapidHopeLoss: i dont get it
xRapidHopeLoss: god hit them with the ugly stick 138472755982052584932 times and they still cant figure it out on their own. it is here on out my duty to make sure they know
failurebydsign97: lmao
failurebydsign97: i seriously
failurebydsign97: love you
failurebydsign97: what the fuck are you talking about?
xRapidHopeLoss: i just got in a fight with cori conners
failurebydsign97: who's that?
xRapidHopeLoss: im so happy right now i could die
failurebydsign97: hahahah
xRapidHopeLoss: some ugly chich
failurebydsign97: cool
failurebydsign97: what grade?
xRapidHopeLoss: like no joke SERIOUSLY ugly
xRapidHopeLoss: ours
xRapidHopeLoss: i sat behind her in spanish last year. and puked my brains out
xRapidHopeLoss: crack kills my darling crack kills


She makes me laugh REALLY hard. ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9035821/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/9035821/ Sun, 11 Jun 2006 10:25:46 PDT I'm so tired.
I had the longest weekend.

Friday, I went to Doc Fry until about 9.
Then, I went to the Firehouse and waxed an entire firetruck with the help of 3 other guys.
Sometimes, I was by myself.
My shoulders still hurt.
I got to climb a ladder though
I finished waxing the truck at about 1:15 (in the morning).
I went home and passed out around 2:30.

My mom woke me up the next morning at 7.
I wouldnt wake up when she was screaming my name.
So, she grabbed my shoulders and violently shook me.
Ouch.
I accidentally kicked her in the stomach.
Anyway.
I'm still not sure why she woke me up.
Maybe she was lonely.
I dont know.

I cleaned the house and what not because I couldnt fall back asleep.
Then, I went to my brothers baseball game.
From there, I walked to some plumbing shop because a tree fell on some power lines and my dad was there doing the fire chief thing.
It was actually pretty cool.
There were little electrical currents.. I guess you'd call them.. zipping out.
And it was making zappy noises.
I thought it was cool.

Then, I went to a fireman's parade with my dad.
Tons of drunk people.
Pretty funny.

They were judging the trucks.
The truck I spent 4 hours waxing.. won first place.
Yeah. That's right.
FIRST PLACE

To celebrate, everyone drove through town with their sirens and lights at about 11.
I got to play with my daddy's siren
I freaking love the siren.
Seriously. It makes me so happy.

It was pretty fucked up though.
All these people watched all these firetrucks go zipping through town with all their sirens and lights on.. and where else do they stop.. but a bar.
I don't know.
It just kinda makes me laugh to know that these people probably thought there was some massive fire.. and they stopped at a bar.

Then, we ate.
I got home at about 3.
Woke up at 8.
Tired.
Too tired for homework.
Therefore, not going to attempt.
I'm just gonna submit the pictures from the parade.
They rule.

God dammit.
I have soccer soon.
I REALLY dont want to go.
I'm so tired.
I'm going to play like shit.
Maybe, I'll fake a seizure.
Nah.
I'll deal.

Fucking.
You know what pisses me off?
When memory cards get all corrupt.
I had a memory card FILLED with pictures, and I went to start editing them last night..
But, "Corrupt File"
Fuck that man.
I will punch every corrupt file in the face.
*sigh*

Ah well.
I'm gonna start putting some scraps up.
Pictures of me and the parade.
Some of the pictures of me are pretty weird though.
I look so much like my dad.
Its crazy.
Alright.
Later kids. ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/8980682/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/8980682/ Mon, 05 Jun 2006 17:15:54 PDT I know.
You hate me.
and I suck.
I haven't been on for a WHILE.
My apologies.
I have some school to finish up (a week of class and then mothereffing tests).
As soon as summer starts up, I'm going to dedicate a week just to getting my dA on track.
Pinky promise.
LOOOOOVE YOU GUUUUYS. ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/8685916/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/8685916/ Fri, 05 May 2006 21:00:55 PDT Just the last week and a half or so.
Before I went to Florida, I thought I might just be excited.
But, I'm still not getting sleep.
It's making me a litttle crazy.

Friggin brother's communion tomorrow and I must coooook.
Eh. I am slave child.

I submitted a picture.
Look at it.
Or, else.

Oi.
Going to bed.
<3 ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/8335964/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/8335964/ Sat, 01 Apr 2006 16:31:43 PST
I got my hair redyed today.
It's a little darker, but I like.

I took some pictures in the city today.
They're nothing special.
I shot them out the moon roof of my car.
My mom was in a rush.
I couldn't stop

I figured out how to resize my pictures with the help of Dave ~IcarianLegecy


I'm gonna get to looking at those pictures now, and try and find something I can submit.
Then, I'm going to take pictures of my bathroom for el Nick.

Party on Bitches. ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/8287759/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/8287759/ Mon, 27 Mar 2006 18:14:50 PST I started with 447.
That's damn good.
That means I looked at over 100.
More specifically 139.

What was my point again?

Oh, yes.
Good news.

I'm going to Florida in Mid-Lateish April.
I'll take pretty pictures.
I promise.
I'm gonna try and get some shots tomorrow.

I'm having difficulty resizing my pictures on Photoshop.
I resize them, but then, they dont.. shrink.
It's reallllly frustrating me.
If you can help me, it's mucho appreciated.

<3
Ally ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/8273049/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/8273049/ Sun, 26 Mar 2006 15:22:01 PST I know I've been useless.
But, spring's coming and I take better pictures in the spring and summer.
I despise the winter.
I'd just like to thank you guys for being patient.
I have like 20,000 deviations to look through (that's a lie).
447 to be exact.
Even if i don't comment them, I promise I'll look at them.
I'll be around a lot more.
Checking in daily and what not.
Sorry for not being around.

Hmm.
I should probably update you on what's going on in my life.

I got a new camera.
I'm taking pictures for birthday parties and stuff.
Making some decent cash.
I've actually gotten better with taking pictures of people, which was something I was never THAT good at.

Uhh, I need to get a job.
I have new orange Pumas.
I lost 7 pounds.
I went to an Allman Brothers concert last Thursday (which owned by the way).
I need to shave my legs, and my hair is red again.

I think thats about it..

But yeah.
I'm sorry
I missed you guys.
I'll talk to you kids later.

<3
Ally ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/7195562/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/7195562/ Thu, 01 Dec 2005 14:56:01 PST I have some stuff to submit.
Later.
Not now.
Now..
I must study. ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6803578/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6803578/ Tue, 18 Oct 2005 17:48:18 PDT I don't think my weekend is too full.
I'll be able to get to the post office, finally.
Presents for all.
Yay.

There's this whole controversial thing going on because of some ad some girl put in the school paper.
It was on NBC news and all that jazz.

It was an ad that read, " You can't be all you can be if you're dead. There are other ways to serve your country. There are other ways to get money for college. There are other ways to be all you can be. THINK ABOUT IT, before you sign your life away."

In the background, there was a graveyard.

Everyone's debating this.

My personal insight:
I'm trying to stay open minded about this.
More power to her for using her freedom of speech,
but I, personally, don't particularly like the way she did it.
Some people want to join the military.
It's just what they want to do, and the ad comes off.. degrading to them.
My family friends have wanted to be Marines for quite some time,
and they are.
A lot of their family has been in the Marines, too.
I guess I'm saying it's degrading because I'm thinking of people who've lost loved ones to the war.
I don't want to know how someone who's lost someone would feel if they looked at it and saw the message that's implying that when you join the military you're wasting your life.
I'm sure their families don't want to think their family member was off wasting their lives when they died.
Even though some people think this wars a waste of time (and it very well may be), the soldier may have really believed in it and amen to him/her for fighting for what he/ she believed in.

So, in a way, I just think it's disrespectful to those who've died, others who are fighting, and their families.
I mean I don't think anyone just signs up for the military.
I'm sure they put a lot of thought into it before hand, er, I would hope.
As I said, I give her credit for using her freedom of speech, and I support her for that.
I just think there may have been a better way to express what she was thinking..
I'm still going back and forth, because at the same time, I can't think of a different way to catch someone's attention and get the message across.
So, I guess I'm not really sure what I think.
I suppose I'm thinking it's degrating because its so straightforeward that its almost harsh, but I'm second guessing myself because it does have some truth to it.

Maybe some kids should think more about their decision the join the military.
I think it should just be toned down a bit..
Maybe, something with the message, "It's a life choice. Make sure you know what you're getting yourself into."
And a little less of the, "You're going to die.. The military is crap" feel it has.
The military isn't crap.
You can get a damn good education from the military.
Bush is crap and so is his war.
If it was done my way, it wouldn't be nearly as controversial as it is, and therefore, it wouldnt get as much attention.

I'm curious to know other people's thoughts.
So, leave a comment.
Don't leave a comment if you're going to curse me out about how my opinion is wrong.
Bite me.
I just want to talk to anyone who has any thoughts.
If you want to see the ad, its up at [link]

^the woman mentioned in the article, Maggie Adams, is Tom and John's mom.
Tom's basically my big brother and is home for a couple of weeks.
I can't even begin to tell you how happy I am.
I missed him so much.

I don't know how long the link will be there, sorry.


Love.
Ally. ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6724994/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6724994/ Sun, 09 Oct 2005 21:15:08 PDT
Does anyone have TiVo?
And, if so, what do you think of it? ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6671011/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6671011/ Mon, 03 Oct 2005 17:25:00 PDT Advair is medicine for asthma that involves inhaling crushed pills.
I never took it because I didn't like the side-effects I got from it.
I become extremely hyperactive, and it seems to make my metabolism go faster or something.
Since I started taking it, I haven't been able to stop eating.
I mean, I ate a lot before..
But, now!
Let's see..

On Saturday, I had:
-Waffles
-Toast
-Bread and Spinach dip (3 servings)
-Pigs in a blanket (3)
- Chicken Wings (3 or 4)
- Swedish Meatballs (4)
-Salad
-Biscut
-Lasagna (1 serving)
- Roast beef (3 slices + gravy)
-Potato (Baked)
- Cake
- Philly Cheese Steak
-Cookies

Mind you, That's just what I remember, and I was still ready to eat more after that.

and Sunday was just as bad.

I suppose this is a good thing considering Thanksgiving's in 51 days.

I just don't wanna gain millions of pounds.
Don't get me wrong.
I'm not one of those psycos thats like, "OH MY GOD! I NEED TO LOSE 3 POUNDS!"
I mean, really. What difference is 3 pounds going to make?

Hopefully, the side-effects are just me getting used to the drug.


SOOOOOOOOO.

Took pictures for my friends' band, Cursory.
WILL BE POSTING.
I'm proud of these babies.
These and the Victory Stanza pictures<3

In the mean time, I have a date with some ring dings.
What's on TV tonight?
KITCHEN CONFIDENTIAL..
...and How I met your mother are on at the same time
I'll watch Kitchen Confidential this week.

Maybe, I'll go running tomorrow.
My goal for this winter was to get in kick ass shape.
I'm gonna have to do it all on exercise, because there is NO WAY I'm giving up food, for the following reasons:
(1) I'm hypoglycemic
(2) I just refuse. I'm not giving up food. Not no way, no how.
*sigh*

Alright.
Stuff to do.
Much loving. ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6649212/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6649212/ Sat, 01 Oct 2005 08:21:31 PDT

I just woke up, and I feel fine.
No longer tired.
Well, I shouldn't be.
I slept about 13 hours.

TODAY is going to be a good one.
I'm about to shower.
THEN, I'm going to eat.
Or, maybe I should eat first.
Hm.
Food first.
Okay.
So,
Food.
Shower.
Maybe, I'll play some video games.
I'm probably gonna go to a party for a girl, Melissa, in my dad's fire department.
Daddy says there will be lots of food.
I really like food.
I could never diet.
I think I'd go nuts.
Like, really, go nuts.
I love food.


Alright, I'm gonna go take these hurr meds before I forget.
THEN! We shall follow the day plan.
Hope you guys have a kick ass day ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6645313/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6645313/ Fri, 30 Sep 2005 19:11:13 PDT It started off good.
It wasn't boring or anything..

Made flyers for Ryan's band.
I handed every last one of them out.
Thats right, bitches.
EVERY SINGLE ONE.

Alright. So then, I went to what I thought would be a scrimage.
It wound up being just a practice.
It was this stupid running and passing drill and whatever.
It wasn't bad.
Until, I couldnt breathe.
I was like, "Fuck me. Where's my inhaler."
I went and got my puffer, and tried to play again.
No good.
Finally, Papa said, "No more. I'm taking you home."
So, we leave.
As we're driving, I notice that I'm still having trouble breathing.
Nothing tragic.
My chest felt tight, I was weezing, and I was having trouble catching my breath.
"Wanna go to the hospital?"
"No, I'll be fine."

We get home.
My mom tries to work the Nebulizer.
It got worse.
NOW, I must go to the hospital.
Ohh, how I hate the hospital.

So, they hooked me up to all these handy, dandy machines.
I was getting a little worried because I felt like I was gonna faint, and I couldnt feel my fingers and toes.
They decided that it was because my heart rate was really fast.
They told me that it may be because my attack was exercise-induced.
THEREFORE, they put me on special medicine that would slow my heart rate down and prevent me from hyperventilating myself into craziness.

Twas a fun night.
Sat around sucking on a tube for about 45 minutes.
Went home.
Now, I'm exhausted, and I love it.
I can't wait to go to bed.
OOOOH.
Big warm comfy bed.
According to Ashley, "Your bed is a wonderland."
Ahhh.
Well, I'm gonna eat and sleep.

Love you all.. ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6635235/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6635235/ Thu, 29 Sep 2005 15:25:55 PDT They're coming up with all these different ideas.

I personally think that they should built the towers back up again, only taller.
I think they should use the extra floors as a memorial to everyone who died.
I dont know.. to me that just seems like the general New York thing to do.
It would just be like a major fuck you, and it would be awesome.
I knew a couple guys who died there.
They were my dad's friends.
I asked my dad, and he said he thinks that his friends would have wanted them to build the towers up again.. taller and what not.

But, I guess they'd probably have a problem getting people to work on the upper floors.. which is understandable I suppose.
The skyline is just really empty without the Towers..
These are just my thoughts.. ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6601588/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6601588/ Sun, 25 Sep 2005 18:37:11 PDT I refereed 2 games on Saturday.
4 and 5 year olds.
I tied about 8 shoes.
It was so much fun
So cute.
I want babies.
Then, I had to walk around town selling stuff for the PTA with mommy.
Went home.
Became very grouchy.
(See previous Journal)
And then went to the football game.
I went home.
Sat on my ass.
Bed at 9.
Woke up at 11 on Sunday.
Went to my brothers soccer game.
Worked at the firehouse.
Went out to dinner.
Came home and realized that I still have Nick's birthday presents.
Nick, I promise they'll go out by the weekend.
I'm just gonna throw your Christmas presents in there while I'm at it so I don't do this again.
I promise I wont do this again next year
I've made a To-Do list.
Thats on the top.
Promise.
Speaking of birthdays.
Happy Birthday, Alex
If you want to give me your address I'll send you a card and some cake and presents.. within the next six months.
Oi.
I need to get better at this presents thing.
Maybe that should be my New Years resolution.
Thats a good one.

I have an abnormally large amount of energy.
I should study with this energy because I have a bio test tomorrow.
I have no idea what its on.
Yeah. I'm gonna go do that. ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6589751/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6589751/ Sun, 25 Sep 2005 08:24:03 PDT I dont wanna go to my freaking homecoming dance.
My mom is insisting it'll be fun.
But, it wont.
I'm not in the mood to be social.
I hate everyone right now.
I dont wanna see anyone.
I just wanna be left alone.
I dont know why I'm in such a bad mood.
It's especially strange because I'm usually never unhappy unless I think I have a reason to be.
And, I dont have a reason.
So, I should just stop typing.
----

I went to the football game for an hour.
I had a good time.
I think I was just tired.
When I came home, I had a headache.
I laid down and watched Kindergarten Cop.
Went to bed at 9.
Woke up at 11 today.
14 hours sleep.
I feel better. A lot better
So, just ignore my psyco journal.
I just needed sleep. ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6433418/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6433418/ Tue, 06 Sep 2005 15:30:44 PDT Editing as many photos as I can from Florida.
3 or so are already up. ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6392959/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6392959/ Thu, 01 Sep 2005 23:05:46 PDT As in, brilliant.
Green Day. Jimmy Eat World.
Brilliant.
There was confetti.

Just generally a kick ass concert. ]]> ~lastchances http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6309001/ http://lastchances.deviantart.com/journal/6309001/ Tue, 23 Aug 2005 17:48:45 PDT Gonna have to give me some time with this.
I have practice 9-11 in the mornings and 6-8 in the evening.
and in between and after.. i'm dead. ]]> ~lastchances