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Boob strikes again!... or for the first time. That bitch.

Me
Boob a.k.a. Alyssa's thankfully temporary offspring

Yo.
I'm sorry, I wasn't listening. Well, I'm not actually sorry.
Whore.
Right. Thoughts like that, no wonder you can only talk to your pet.
Haha, I love you.
I'm sure there's some porn somewhere you could be looking at instead of this.
LOL. I HATE YOU.
LOL? Are you twelve or something?
...How did you know?
It's hard to believe that one day, you'll be telling your actual children crap like that.
I hope you die in a sea of pain.
Unfortunately, my species can live through a lot. Even the hell you're putting me through.
Well... aren't you just... an asshole.
So what?
I'm going to poison you.
You're kidding, right?
No.
You should be nicer to me.
I should, but I hate you so I won't.
I don't hate people. Well, except for you.
Like mother like daughter.
I thought only horny teenage boys used chat rooms.
You're a girl, aren't you?
Well, I'm kind of a girl...
KIND OF? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
I'm sorry, did you purchase me for a life of slavery so I would be nice to you?
Yes.
That's right. Nod and smile. That's about as deep as it gets for you, isn't it?
Shut up.

I can't believe I got told off by my own daughter. And yes, I named her Boob. Good name, right?

Keeping secrets. Telling lies.

I should really get a wordpress blog. Well, I have one at wordpress.com, but I don't use it. I don't think I want to since you can't really customize your own layout there. To do that, you have to get the wordpress.org downloaded version and, blah blah blah, it's a pain in the ass.

So, maybe no wordpress blog (for now), but sometime in the future... maybe...

I'm going to have a lot of free time this semester. I'm only taking one class. And it's online. Which means that I have to pay for it since my loan conditions state that I have to be taking a full load (12 units) to qualify for the loan, but this semester I was like "fuck that" because I got a freakin' 1.9 last semester. No, I don't want to take 12 units because I'm pretty sure I'd fail them all. Or most of them.

I still haven't told my mom. I can just imagine the crazy face she'd get when I tell her, then she'd start yelling at me in her "I do so much for you" way, which, really, she does do a lot for me, but I pay for everything except my cellphone bill. I don't even know where all her money is going. She keeps telling me she's poor, but she doesn't have to pay for my schooling anymore and I do pay for her gas so... what the hell, Mom.

But since I'm going to be having all this free time, I'm hoping to get a job. I know, this sounds familiar because I vaguely remember blogging about getting a job a while ago but never did. Except this time, since I only have one class and my mom will go absolutely apeshit on me and probably strangle me in my sleep if I don't get off my ass and do something, I'm going to apply at some places and see where that gets me.

It's going to be crap, though, since I don't have my own car. But I do really need to save up some money and buy a laptop for school since mine shitted out on me last semester. Along with my car, which, really, was just icing on the cake. And I fucking. Hate. Cake. Especially the icing part.

I can't believe I'm writing an actual blog post. I've only been posting memes and shitty music for the past month or 2... or 3.

The reason for this is because I read someone's wordpress blog earlier (didn't understand half the shit I read, though, because it was about servers and video games that I don't play/have never heard of), and I couldn't help but notice how cynical they were being and I found myself thinking, "Hey, I have a blog that I haven't been cynical on in a while. I think I'll write a post." So, here I am.

Also, I think I'll start painting. I've been meaning to do it since I've got some canvases. I need paint, though, and brushes. And I should probably learn some painting techniques because I don't think tracing my hand with a pencil and then painting it to look like a turkey like I did in 1st grade could be considered "technique."

Why can't I remember your name now?

Rebelution - Attention Span

Hi, my name is: Alyssa

Never in my life have I been: sure of what to do with myself.

The one person who can drive me nuts is: My mom

High school: was shitty, like all schooling is.

When I’m nervous: I run my hand through my hair or fidget with my earrings.

The last song I listened to was: Rebelution - Attention Span

If I were to get married right now my best man/maid of honor: would be one of my friends. Maybe we'll do rock-paper-scissors or something to decide who gets stuck with the job.

My hair is: short. Crazy short. Running my hands through it has become a habit. I think I'm going to go bald.

When I was 5: I ditched school and got picked up by the cops.

Last Christmas: I don't remember.

I should be: registering for classes instead of doing this.

When I look down I see: my super awesome glasses hooked onto the front of my Earthbound Radio shirt.

The happiest recent event was: Can't remember

If I were a character on ‘Friends’ I’d be: I have no idea.

By this time next year: I will have, hopefully, done something with my life worth blogging about, haha.

My current gripe is: the fact my mom can't bother herself to figure out the answers to the million questions she asks me every day.

I have a hard time understanding: why people like Justin Bieber.

There’s this girl I know that: likes Twilight. That's why we got divorced.

I like you when: you don't expect anything from me.

If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be: My mom, lol.

Take my advice: You'll be waiting forever if you're waiting for something to happen.

The thing I want to buy: A motherfucking car.

If you visited the place I was born: you'd probably love it.

If you spent the night at my house: we'd be watching cartoons all the time.

I’d stop my wedding if: there was no cake.

The world could do without: a Camp Rock sequel. And the current Disney Channel. And Mary Sues.

I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: have my tongue cut off.

Most recent thing I’ve bought myself: AtLA book 2.

Most recent thing someone else bought me: Beer.

My middle name is: 6 letters long.

In the morning I: tend to still be asleep.

The animals I would like to see flying besides birds are: pigs. C'mon, everyone wants to see a flying pig.

Once, at a bar: I played pool and lost horribly.

Last night I was: on my computer. Surprise, surprise.

There’s this guy I know who: has a purple plaid shirt.

If I was an animal I’d be: a lemur. A flying lemur. One wearing a kimono and a sword.

A better name for me would be: slacker.

Tomorrow I am: going to do something productive... maybe?

Tonight I am: registering for classes.

My birthday is: September 22.

Cursive - The Recluse

Cursive - The Recluse

I wake alone in a woman's room I hardly know
I wake alone and pretend that I am finally home
The room is littered with her books and more books
I imagine what they say, like "Shoo, fly, don't bother me"

And I can hardly myself out of her bed for fear of
never lying in this bed again
Oh christ, I'm not that desperate
Oh no
Oh god
I am

How did I end up here to begin with?
I don't know
And why do I start what I can't finish?
Oh please don't barrage me with the questions
to all those lovely answers
My ego's like my stomach
It keeps shitting what I feed it

But maybe I don't wanna finish anything anymore
Maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home and whispers,
"You're in my world now
I've come to wrap you up tight 'til it's time to bite down"

I wake alone in a woman's room I hardly know
I wake alone and pretend that I am finally home

Lykke Li - Window Blues

Lykke Li - Window Blues

I sleep with windows open
I sleep with eyes wide
In case you would come walkin'
In case you changed your mind

But don't strain yourself for me
Don't break yourself for me
Don't lose your selfish ways for me

I keep a leash around you
And I keep it nice and tight
In case you would go walkin'
Over forbidden lines

But don't go all soft on me
Don't come across for me
Don't lose your selfish ways over me

Un, deux, trois
Quatre, cinq, six
A hundred times around
You keep flunkin' out
Keep me wanting more

Un, deux, trois
Quatre, cinq, six
A hundred times is fine
For you I'd go all blind
Oh my, where is my mind?

I keep my window open
I keep it open wide
So keep me, keep it open
Oh, keep me on your mind

Jeff Buckley - Lover, You Should've Come Over

Jeff Buckley - Lover, You Should've Come Over

Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know

Broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child, you know how much I need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no one

So I'll wait for you and I'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return?
Oh, will I ever learn?
Oh, lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that won't ever come

It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Well, but maybe I'm just too young to keep good love from going wrong

Oh, lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

I feel too young to hold on
And I'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage I've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love, well I'm waiting for you

Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Favoritism.

Always relevant.

Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin - House Fire

Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin - Think I Wanna Die

Atmosphere - Painting

Atmosphere - Painting

Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains.
The pictures on the wall will all remain.
And even though he's home now, sound and safe,
surrounded by the faces that he places faith.
The images visit from the past he witnessed.
Can't stay away from the memories;
sticks with each detail embedded in stone,
like he chisels those convictions into his bones.
The progress stops and pauses,
spits and sputters like the basement faucet.
And it's obvious he's lost in his regrets;
you can smell it on his breath.
Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains,
but now the alcohol is gonna mother the pain.
Tuck it away, no complaints,
just laying on his back on his backyard under the rain.
Take tomorrow, but doesn't know how though.
For every swallow there's another to follow.
He weaves his way throughout the story
looking for a new missing piece or a door key.
Spirits used to be for celebration,
but now they just take 'em away from the hell that's waiting.
Re-up until it's three sheets up and
pick a place for the skeletons to meet up.
Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains,
but if the oxygen escapes it'll smother the flames.
No introduction, doesn't speak his own name,
gonna beat them demons at they own game.
The sunset rides to the end slope,
same song echoing outside of the window.
You can't grow if the skin don't fit you.
Sometimes you gotta get low just to get through.
No inspiration, left to do your best when
nobody hates you more than your reflection.
Suffer the shame until it stuffs the drain.
He's got two hands and a bucket of paint.

Pandora, I love you (sometimes).

I discovered some new music, heard some songs that I hadn't heard from artists I'd already known, and learned the names of some old songs I'd forgotten about.

I think I completely botched up my stations though. After a while, Pandora played Hawaiian music on my indie/alternative station (yeah, I was like WTF, too) and then The Starting Line and Something Corporate... I honestly don't want that much variety in my station, Pandora.

At least it didn't go completely off-kilter and give me shit like Miley Cyrus or anything. I swear to some holy deity, I would cut a bitch if that happened.

I'm following 75 people on Tumblr (don't ask me how that happened, shit just happened). Most of it is art stuff and fuckyeah blogs for Kpop idols >:D so I can stalk them... and stuff...

I followed baubauhaus (one, because of the name, and two, because I like the illustration they post up), but the other half of the time when it's not super cool illustration, it's half-naked girls and I'm like "Uh... that's nice... but uh... NO."