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Name: Alison
Country: United States
Gender: Female
Interests: Dashboard Confessional, Ben Folds (Five), Marley, Radiohead, Phish, Trey Anastasio, String Cheese Incident, Rage Against the Machine, Brand New, Say Anything, Copeland, Allister, Death Cab for Cutie, The Postal Service, Weezer, the Format, Blues Traveler, the Counting Crows, Taking Back Sunday, The Starting Line, Ocean Colour Scene, Coldplay, Townhall, Mae, Dave and Tim, Elliott Smith, Saves the Day, Thrice, Further Seems Forever, The Ataris, Something Corporate, Grateful Dead... (not really in that order though)
Expertise: bargain shopping, John Cusack movies, coffee, Aaron Chang photography, plastic barettes, emo, faux-hawks, the ocean, concerts, South Street, hemp, studded belts, cities, sushi, chain-smoking, hammocks, easily falling in love and jumping off Flourtown rooftops.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  AleKonA0830
Member Since:
7/31/2004
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ok so should I change my screen name to Ali Get Your Gun ?
YOUR input counts!
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"It's a know-it-when-I-see-it thing. I don't like Faberge-egg beauty. I like sweat-shirt-and-ripped-jeans beauty. That's what 'Wonderland' is about. It's not about hot girls. It's about a girl who does it for you. People always thought that was a make-out song, but it's really about loving every part of someone like they're a jungle gym. It's not just tits and ass and pussy. Sex is so utilitarian. Foreplay is like a sixty-four-count box of crayons and a couple different types of paper. Sex is like banging a Coke can with a mallet."
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i hate when people say "inner-esting"
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| okay.. awesome, so it has recently come to my attention during a
conversation over some Hurricane 40s and playing cards with cowboy boots on
them... that the entry below is flawwwwed. IAMPAULRITCHEY.. is
NOT actually Paul Ritchey... i was under the impression that it was and
Paul was making some joking declaration of homosexuality with maybe
some underlying truth.. but no. it's brandon. and
apparently he's notorious for fake Xanga personas (i.e. Dana
Fox?) who does that? so kinda, maybe it's funnier this
way.. or maybe just funny because i thought something completely
incorrect and shared it with the world and none of my friends told me
until they had a good buzz off the malt liquor. thanks guys.
Song of the Day:
Please Please Please (Young Hollywood) -head automatica
Lyrics of the Day:
"And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We'll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
And so it is
The colder water
The blower's daughter
The pupil in denial" -Damien Rice .The Blower's Daughter
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| All my friends are posting... so I might as well jump off the bridge
too. Much to my chagrin, I didn't get to see my friends on New
Years Eve, and you may assume that it got me down. if you did
then you are right-o. But this year has probably been the best of
the nineteen years i've already experienced. because:
-I finally found a collection of friends that i wasn't thrown together
with haphazardly (i.e. high (suck my ass) school) .. it wasnt like i
was in classes with these people, or even went to the same school with
them... it just kinda all happened. You may remember, it all
begain in a diner, a cozy, yet cheap establishment. Our waiter
had a black shirt on that looked like it was on fire from bottom hem.
He was kinda ugly and i think the flames were blue, which would be even
better. But, regardless, everyone ordered, people (Gisondi) got bitchy,
then we left. From that point on, these bonds of friendships were
harder to tear than a phonebook. We continued to spend time in
this crowd over the summer. Laura's parties were always littered
w/ colorful, plastic table cloths from the dollar store, and cups w/
your name on them... however, due to the progression of drunk
throughout the night... Several of the names on the cups would
change. Joe claimed another cup, made by your friends at Solo,
grabbed a Sharpie and scribbled... "Niggar Bitch"... for example,
making it his
own. Paul's parties were similar only not as decorative.
Once I would remember what side of the house to enter on, you heaved
open the basement doors (which remind me of the "it's a twister!" scene
in the wizare of oz) and climbed down to a cellar where the only actual
furniture is a Lazy-Boy placed lovingly in front of the TV (unless you
wanna include barstools). Whereas Laura's house would be "Kings
'til you get retarded"... the strategy at Paul's was more like "lock
you
in this closet until this bottle is finished" or the new, hipster and
very underground approach: The Winebox Pin. It's hard to
ascertain without actually seeing it firsthand ... very little proof of
it is actually available and exists only in rumor and a few rare,
circulating photographs.
The same kind of difference would be seen in places such as this,
Xanga. It's hard to say if posts could be representative of
individual personalities in social situations. First and
foremost, Brandon. In a large group, Brandon would be more to
himself. Now, Brandon, you know I'm not saying you were
ostracized to a corner... but he was more of the, "i'm gonna smoke this
joint, sit back and watch" kinda guy. Read Brandon's regular
posts... which evolve around porn, poetry and poking fun at suburban
white trash and you laughed so hard you eventually slipped into a coma
or vomitted. My personal fav: The "Remember that Time" Bus
story.. the cicada part is gold.
Dave Gold-ish. A Dave post, if chosen at random, will probably propose
a party or some other kind of get-together including all of his friends
- most likely inquiring about libations or location. Yet, this boy is
untouchable, a ghost from the summer who reappears in the general area
for a brief 3 to 4 days and then vanishes. I have yet to lay eyes on
him since fall semester began. You're a damn urban legend, Dave...
Did I dream you?
Paul is more of the goofy kid, kinda off the wall with his comments and
antics... (i.e. keyboard, my chest hurts, sink vomit) but we all know
that the once "new" news is now painfully old. Yes, Paul, Cocoa
Pebbles finally changed their box design... thanks for that and the
209,523,958,028,039 comments on it. However, in pure Ritchey
style, the paradoxical curveball is thrown with "IAMPAULRITCHEY"
the alternate, little-known, Xanga.. authored also by Paul and
completely dedicated package-enhancing spandex, one fake
erotic/experimental story and the fact that he ABSOLUTELY LOVES HUGE
COCKS. Who is Paul Ritchy, really? The world begs the
question.
And lastly, Joe. Joe, Joe Joe... 20 years old was Joe's
posting
cut-off. Knowing him, you would initially think he would spit on
something like Xanga, hocking a massive lugey into it's proverbial face. And after reaching his now mature age, he's
essentially retired from posting, finally "officially"
embarassed. However, Joe will comment on your posts until he's
old, rotting and his atheritised fingers can barely graze the home
row. He'll click the link "add comments" after carefully
examining exactly what it is that he doesn't like about what you've
written... pray his hands and briskly rub them together, maybe
crack his knuckles... then he places the cursor in the white box and
goes to town tapping his keys w/ little zingers, in hopes of ruining
your day. And forget it, he'll consciously uncheck the box
and never leave you e-props.
On behalf of Laura and Kristen, Thanks for the year, boys, let's drink tomorrow.
Song of the Day:
"The Graduation Song" -Vitamin C
Lyrics of the Day:
"And I know the mistakes that I made
See it all disappear without a trace.
And they call as they beckon you on
They said start as you mean to go on" -A Rush of Blood to the Head .Coldplay
p.s. kidding about vitamin c
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