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tell em to go to hell

Back again. I've quit my job, graduated, and become engaged. Busy huh? Oh, and I recently got fucked out of getting my car. So much for "friends". I apparently might be going to Pittsburgh in about a year. Steven's looking at a diesel type tech school there. I frickin hate cold weather, but I'll be damned if anyone thinks that I trust him enough at this point to go away for 9 months and not cheat. Maybe I have issues, but I don't care. Plus I'll be there to help him financially if he needs it. Anyways, I guess that's enough for today.

stupid

          Okay, Here it goes. So I had the worst migraine ever last night, and it continues into this morning. No school for me. I was pissed, to say the least. It's hard as hell to make shit up, not to mention I'm already behind. Then my mom starts screaming for me at like 7:30 saying we had 3 cops at our house looking for my brother. Greaaat. The idiot said to someone over myspace that he was going to bring a gun to school and shoot some kid that wanted to jump him. Apparently the only thing the kid had against him was that my brother had been beating the shit out of him.
         So now, my step-dad is contemplating shutting off the internet, and he already set up appointments for "family counseling." Sorry to say, I"M NOT THE ONE THAT NEEDS HELP. And I don't need to be punished for my brothers stupid actions either. It's just ridiculous. I've already been through at least 6 therapists and a psych ward thank you, I'm done. I'm doing fine, I'm not saying I'm in a gang and going to kill the whole world and myself. And the whole thing with my psychotic aunt, I'm not going crazy from it, I don't stay up late at night plotting my death or hers because of it. So why in the hell does he think I need "HELP"? Leave me out of it. My brother is obviously the one striving for the attention. He needs the shit, not me.
        Ugh, okay I'm done. Just needed to get that out before my step dad comes back and unplugs the fricken thing. This is insane.

What the hell?

Okay so yesterday started off really really good. School was good, I got to Steven's and gave him the card I stayed up all night making and his cologne and he loved both. He got me this little country horse thing that sings that "all my lovin, and all my kissin.." song, it was reallly cute. We went upstairs and played some guitar hero and ended up falling asleep while I was waiting for my mom to call. The next thing I know his step dad is at the top of the stairs screaming at us, and I mean SCREAMING because we were sleeping next to each other. What the hell? It's not like we were doing anything wrong. The guy hates me. So I left, and then went to work and it sucked terribly. I wanted to shoot myself by the end of the night to be honest.
Hopefully today will be tons better. Steven & I, his sister & her date are going to Bellfountaine to dinner & to see "Step Up 2". I'm soo excited. And before we leave I've decided to be good and try tohave a talk with his mom explaining yesterday, and apologizing for "offending" Gary. That part I am not looking foward to. Wish me luck?

damn the man

I hate it when someone tells me about something that happened months ago. He doesn't realize that I could have been oer it by now if he would have told me the truth to begin with. Plus I wouldn't be worrying now. Ugh, he's so stupid.
Anyways, I went out on a limb and bought meself the Spice Girls greatest hits thingy. I love it. Screw you people, I liked them then, and I like them now. And i got the new Boys Like Girls cd too, it's amazing.
I'm thinking that's it for an update. New pics soon maybe.

if you didn't know by now, the name's alli, or allison. i was born September 29 of 1990, making me 17. i really don't care what you think about me. i'm a good friend. i'll always have your back until the end. i drink, smoke, and a few other things, so what. don’t try to label me. i’m not trying to be anything. i do what i want because i like it, not to impress you. people spend their lives working for money to buy their dreams, idiots. money could never buy me my dreams. it's just not important. i laugh at anything and anyone. most things make me smile. i speak before i think, very often. i make up my own words, they're better than yours. i want to be important enough to change someone's life. i'm taken by the most amazing guy on the planet. i love him more with every beat of my heart. if anyone does anything to try and mess with that, i'll straight up kill you.