i realize i have not posted for a few days and i know you guys are all so worried about me. and none of you are on AIM when i sign on!! i don't know why that is. is it a holiday thing? talk about an early frost.
sunday::: well it would seem we drove. and we only stopped twice and that's really really great and we made wondrous time meaning we got here in like. 10 and a half hours. ok not much happened. we arrived and everybody got hugs. why are southerners so emotional. oh and we didn't really do much except for luke tape recorded morgan and i disco dancing (she knew what she was doing, and i did not. it was choreographed dances from the show and i was clueless.) and then luke told me to talk about cheese and i tried and it was fucking hilarious. there is not a lot to say about cheese. oh and it was also discovered that phyllis has a fetish for filming food. (say THAT five times fast, good lord)
monday::: christmas eve. god i can't really remember much about that day. what happened. oh oh ok. *just asked luke and he was no help but i remembered anyway* right so we (luke, rachel, morgan, and i) had spent the night here (rachel and luke's house, which is across the pond from grandma's house, where the rest of my family is staying) right so we woke up and... i dont know i guess we just hung out a while. point: we then went outside and rode around in the golf cart and then we decided to attach the tarp but then we remembered the tarp was broken so we broke the trampoline and used the mat from there instead. and we used this cord wire thingie and attached the mat/tarp/thingie to the back of the golfcart. and then morgan and luke sat upon it and rachel drove round and i had a world of fun just sitting there and being slung round the seat. this practice is what we so fondly call "redneck bobsledding" or even "riding around on the tarp" so anyway that went on a good long while and it was discovered that morgan is very very sturdy and she hardly ever falls off, though luke 'falls off' intentionally even though its more like sitting off when the thing is going really slowly. so then rachel wanted to ride and so i pulled the three of them around while i drove but the thing was running down on powerness and it was puttering along slowly and tehy were like X_X and i was trying to be a responsible driver anyway, as i will most likely get my learner's permit thingie in a month or so. anyway they were like 'YOURE NOT EVEN TRYING TO SLING US OFF!' and of course the last time someone had been brutally thrown from the thingie (morgan, i do believe), jenny (rachel and luke's mother) freaked out because apparently she didnt want mom and dad to kill her. anyway. then they got really annoyed at me and luke took over the wheel and i didnt want to get on the tarp still anyway (i didnt have anything to change into and besides it was a cool emily shirt and my silkie pj pant thingies.) and luke managed to flip em around a good bit even thought he poor old cart was going to slow, until he nearly ran them into a tree and stopped juuuuust in time. (rachel had actually done that to morgan earlier, and while morgan tried to roll off the tarp, moving ever closer towards a big tree, i screamed and screamed until rachel screeched to a halt about half a foot away from morgan being abolished.) anyway we decided it was too cold and too slow to go on any longer and we started to charge the thingie up in the garage. yeah and morgan and luke and rachel were SOOOOOOO dirty i cannot even explain. and they had all kinds of little cuts and bruises and scrapes and wounds and the infamous 'battle scars'. after they got cleaned up i think we just hung out inside for a while before going to grandma's. anyway i think at some point amelia and chanda showed up. and we hung out with them for a bit but they had to go home because amelia said she wasn't allowed to spend the night at grandma's and they had to spend christmas morning with their parents (and sister and her husband and their kiddies) so that was goodbye. and uhm. i remember something about watching a movie or something with my parents and phyllis and ken and then i had cramps and made mom bring me some motrin and my back was itchy and morgan and i each fell asleep on some couches. and it was ok because we'd already made up the couches with the blankets grandma brought us, as we had to sleep there, as there was 'no where else to sleep' even though she didn't even MENTION that the reading room fold-out couch bed thing wasn't taken. but mom and dad were upstairs on this homemade king-size bed (we think they should've taken the reading room though because, on other nights anyway, there are more of us, kids that is, and you can fit more people on some huge home-made king-size bed than on that horrible little fold-out reading room couch bed potato thingie.) and phyllis and ken and nani (my mom's sister, her husband, their cat) had the blue room. anyway we went to bed.
tuesday::: i woke up far too early. mom and grandma are the LOUDEST people i know. ok it's really just the whole damn loud family. is that a southern thing? a south georgian thing? this is very interesting to me. well not just the loudness. but i always seem to find myself thinking of southern things and then i'm like 'oh wait memphis is southern in its way, isnt it' so then i have to think 'is it just a georgia thing? south georgia? bacon county? alma?' and so on and so forth. like that people are more emotional! ok i will talk about that later on the thursday bit. anyway. moving on.
the point is mom and grandma woke me up when they were screeching to each other from lke three feet away about 'HERES DEXTER AT THE DOOR' dexter being the cat who went 'missing' the night before. so i woke up but i was lying there for the longest time (as it seems i usually am.) so then dad came downstairs and phyllis got up and ken and everyone was waking up and morgan even woke up and aghagha then phyllis starting filming me 'asleep' (she has this new obsession with her video camera) and mom said 'morgan, go wake alanna up' and so morgan came over and i was smiling because i was awake, you know, a smile that could look like an asleep smile, not huge and grinning, but morgan leaned over me and i smiled big big big and laughed and laughed. i don't know why i'm talking about this, the post is going to be long enough anyways, what with it being christmas and all. anyway.
most people got some food. i think we were having. salmon and coffee cake, so of course i had a bagel with cream cheese. and so we opened our stocking presents. oh oh this would be the time to tell you that at grandma's house. generally everyone plays a little santa. this year we had real santa gifts (parentals) at grandma's and then we ALWAYS have presents from grandma that she labels 'from santa' and santa grandma is the best and she always buys wayyyy too much for us, poor thing. and then chanda usually sticks a few little things in everybody's stocking. but you can always tell about these things of course. and after that we opened our tree santa gifts. and mom felt guilty about getting so much from dad and we gave him three DVDs 'and no toys' so we gave him toys. we gave him the little buddy christ dashboard thing and a little gandalf figure and a sandman morpheus action figure. from 'santa'. and then we opened presents from each other (the people who give the present to you must ALWAYS be present, of course! that's a law!!!) and the present people included aunt ella, phyllis, ken, grandma, papa, dad, mom, morgan, and me. and we had to wait for curtis's (my mom's brother) bit of the family (jenny, rachel, luke) and danny's (my mom's other brother) bit of the family (sherry, chanda, amelia. no one was expecting rita, craig, gabrielle, and cassandra to show up. rita doesnt like us. meaning my mom, really. and our little bit of the family) so anyway. curtis and all of them were with jenny's family and eating lunch and opening presents there and i dont know where danny and all them were. probably still opening things and turning deer into bacon and such things. so we sat around for a few hours and morgan fell asleep and then curtis and rachel and jenny and luke AND chanda came riiiight was we were sitting down to lunch and of course they'd just had it, so they opened presents while we ate and watched them. oh it was like a festival. even though i probably just had a roll, i can't remember. so then we opened presnts and everyone opened presnts and it was a joyous occasion except for that chanda gave me no doubt's 'rock steady' and i died at that but i think she mentioned returning it anyway even though i didnt say a thing about not liking it. anyway i think this would be the time to discuss what i recieved. bly has already asked me to post my christmas list wahaha.
from santa: night before christmas watch with the mayor on it (i always loved the mayor. morgan says he reminds her of me. perfect, eh?)
adobe photoshop essentials or something. lol i dont think thats what its called. anyway its supposd to be like the big special adobe thing except it's the kinds of things that regular people would use and they took out a bunch of the fancy stuff. dad is probably more excited about that than i am.
'burning down the house' which is a book including poetry by the five winners of the national slam contest thing in like.... 99, i think? from the nuyorican poets cafe. wondrous! i haven't really gotten to start it. i tried to, but i just got halfway through the introduction.
madame alexander doll. it's a princess and quite cute. sort of sulkie, dont you know. morgan got one as well but hers is victorian.
'born blue' by han nolan. no idea what it's about but i needed a new book. and the author is supposed to be good, i do believe.
ani difranco's "living in clip" -- dad actually told me that he bought this RIGHT UNDER MY NOSE when i was at borders with laylee and brittany. and the poor sweet man ran out to the car to hide it in the pouring rain -- do you guys remember that night?! it was like a fucking flood!! he also said that borders had a few other things from my wish list such as 'dig me out' by sleater-kinney but he remembered my comment thing on 'living in clip' was that i could never keep enough money to buy the damn thing. and it had that 'jesus vs. buddha' thing at the very end and i laughed and laughed all night long OH AND BRITTANY!! WAS THE GUY'S NAME LARRY BERGER?!?!?! HE'S THE ONE WHO CAME UP WITH THE TITLE FOR 'LIVING IN CLIP' AND HE'S PART OF THE PA TECH AND THERES A PICTURE OF HIM IN HTE LITTLE BOOKLET WEARING A DRESS AND TERRIFYING ME but morgan said our larry was bald.
in my stocking there was a tiny little note (in my mother's wondrous handwriting. quite appropriate) with a little poem she'd obviously written and it basically informed me that my big main christmas present thing is a cello and lessons. i am quite excited but i hope it works... apparently mom wanted to actually have a cello there but you have to get measured and it wouldnt be a surprise and anyway i would have noticed it in the car.
from phyllis and ken: 'spiritual machines' by our lady peace. phyllis is really great, especially about music. she listened to a lot of stuff on my wish list and she says she liked their sound. and plus she said there were so many women she thought by giving me this it could be something different. she likes to be different. i love phyllis.
'electric honey' by luscious jackson. i don't know how i'm going to feel about this. i havent listened to it yet. but i'm kinda excited because phyllis used to live in the same neighborhood as the bassist from luscious jackson and they met and talked and stuff and she gave phyllis tapes and everything!!! oh wow i thought it was the coolest thing. plus,
she gave me a tape she'd made of one of luscious jackson's earlier albums, the juliana hatfield album she has (which turns out to be 'become what you are' which is one i have anyway) and a couple songs off this 'early 90s' compilation cd type creature she had. one is the smashing pumpkins and maybe sarah mclachlan, i dont remember.
from aunt ella: $50 inside a skary jesus card.
'this way' by jewel. poor thing said she didn't know what to get me so she asked chanda to pick something out. and chanda later said this was THE only thing she could find from my wish list. one of the songs is called 'jesus loves you' and i went X_X..... and read the thank yous to see if she had thanked god or something skary. but then i listened to it and it was like 'they say jesus loves you... what about me?' so it wasnt terrifying.
from danny, sherry, amelia, and chanda: 'rock steady' by no doubt. x_x chanda mentioned returning it but we kind of didnt. probably because she kind of disappeared one day and never came back.

gwahahahahahahahahahahahahaha -Amelia the mad drunk

*posted to the wrong blog on christmas, late late at night*

amelia just took that quiz and she is a lemon. she is my very best friend. ever.. EVER. shhh stop laughing whore

*also posted to the wrong blog on late-night christmas*

Strawberry: 0/100 Pear: 20/100 Banana: 60/100 Tomato: 20/100 Lemon: 25/100

Take the What Fruit Are You? test by webkin and aaronr!

greetings from georgia!!! yes because that is where i am. and it is christmas eve so have a lovely one, if you happen to celebrate it. aunt jenny just gave me some cookie monster bedroom slipper thingies and theyre hilarious and luke is here. and i am going to finish now because nothing else is happening.
aunt phyllis likes to film food.

on the road i wrote some poetry but i'm back in memphis now and you can read my non-travel blog.

Laylee2000:

but MIZZ LAYLAY wants me to do all this.. ok






Laylee2000: I FEEEEEEEEEL SPEEEECIAAALL
Laylee2000: what movie did you see
Biting Flame: huh
Biting Flame: what
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Laylee2000: YOU SAW PLANET OF THE APES
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Laylee2000: did you like it?
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Biting Flame: that was the third time i've seen it
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Laylee2000:

lula mae








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Laylee2000: i like ht name LOLA :)
Laylee2000: hehe
Laylee2000:

hubbud






Laylee2000: OMG
Laylee2000: i cna SOOOOOO hear you saying that
Laylee2000: its fucking hilariousssss!!
Laylee2000: i see you running around a room going hubbud hubbud and like running splat into a wall
Laylee2000: hahaah
Laylee2000: aw alanna youre so crayz:0
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Laylee2000: its fuckig hilaroisu tho lana!!!
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Laylee2000: i want waffles & pancakes.
Laylee2000: :-D
Biting Flame: o_o i dont
Laylee2000: :) i want the syrup
Laylee2000: hahah
Laylee2000:

(great) aunt ella





absolutely love the name ella

OK! OK! wow i'm really not in the mood for this but MIZZ LAYLAY wants me to do all this.. ok so let's see. what's today. ok so georgia
friday::: i think i was the last person to wake up on this day. but it may have been a different day. so uhm, we woke up...... OH I remember now. ok. so amelia had had her mouth worked on the day before and her fillings refilled and things. and a couple days before THAT chanda had her mouth done and they pulled all four wisdom teeth and another extra one because she has a small mouth. and she woke me up and told me about her teeth and things. and then i asked if we were going to a movie, and she said we were. so i got up and got dressed and we left like right then because, you know, you have to drive like an hour to get to town. so at 4 we went to see 'planet of the apes' and it was good. there were some funky camera shots when i had no idea what was happening and then after you thought about some elements for too long, they made absolutely NO sense. so the movie wasn't very well thought out in some aspects. but the costumes and makeup were great and may have been the best part of the movie. they gave us free posters, too, even though most of them were the girl. who wants a poster of the girl!!??? her part was very small. but at least the humans talked in this one. we watched 'almost famous' on dvd at curtis and jenny and rachel and luke's house.
saturday::: i woke up to the sound of morgan yelling at me to wake up, that we had to go see lula mae. i guess that's how you spell it. she's................................................ my great aunt?? ......... maybe? and her husband. uncle herbert. i'll have you know that herbert is pronounced 'hubbud' well, something like that anyway. and we ate the most enormous lunch there and i sat next to lula mae and she kept trying to make me eat more food than i wanted/needed/could physically consume. and she told funny stories and mom warned us not to get into politics, because, as dad said, her opinions were just about 180 degrees from where we stood. or dad, anyway. but i guess i think like him. then we went to see aunt macy, who's one of my great great aunts, i guess. i have absolutely no clue when it comes down to it. maybe i'm getting them backwards. her husband had died and she lives all alone. well at both of their houses, though, we looked at old photos and things and morgan kept saying what a cute baby she was and telling me how much cuter she was than me and how mad at me she is. and then we left and went home. and i don't think anything else interesting happened. oh no, wait, it did!! the power went out all over waycross and alma and things! and we were watching a movie, too!! yes, yes, i remember everything now. rachel had just given us (morgan, herself, and i) these huuuuggggggggeeeee bowls of chocolate chip ice cream, they were so good. and there was no ice cream left either. not of that kind anyway, but granma usually keeps 6 kinds lying around. amelia got mad because we'd finished it and there was, apparently, nothing good left. but she was going to a party anyway and she left with granma to buy a present. at the time, papa and chanda were at chanda and amelia's granny tanner's house, picking figs. it started to thunder and lightning and it was so dark and cloudy but there wasn't any rain. and then the power died. yes and we had bought 'what women want' on pay per view thingie because 1) they weren't showing anything else 2) we were bored out of our minds (we'd been home a bit) and 3) i have no fucking idea. so where was i. yes. well at least it was one of those all day ticket thingies so we could watch it once the power was on. and jenny and luke had driven over from their house across the (small) pond to see if our lights were out....... which they were, of course. and chanda and papa came back. and (great) aunt ella came out and asked what was going on. she had probably been listening to christian radio and it died and she was all alone or something. she lives at granma's, you know. being her sister and all. soo where was i. dad was content enough just reading. but we were all dying, and all the parentals combined were telling us that we couldn't live without our electricity and that we had no imaginations and so we all drove over to rachel and luke and jenny and curtis's house for no reason whatsoever. and luke and i continued our monopoly game, because rachel and morgan had quit and luke had rachel's stuff and i had morgan's. but rachel was so bored that she wanted to play too, so we gave rachel back her properties (with all the houses luke had put on em!!) and we split up morgan's properties while jenny split all our money into thirds. most of it had been mine. after my extreme low, i had been doing really well!!! well the lights came back on so we all piled off to grama's to see if THEIR lights were working and then ella got mad at us because we'd 'left her all alone' and we 'didn't care what happened to her' and she said the phone didn't work. even though it did. apparently, papa had disappeared into oblivion, granma and amelia hadn't come back, and chanda had run off to pizza hut and kfc to get us food!! the power was working when she got back, weilding two pizzas, breadsticks, and those little honey ribbie chicken thingies. whatever they are. they smell funny though. and we watched 'what women want' because it was just near the beginning again, and we'd seen that part already. and it gave everyone else a chance to watch it again. so after it was over we all piled off to jenny and luke and curtis and rachel's house again so that morgan and i could find all our stuff. rachel and luke and i finished up our monopoly game while we watched 'nurse betty' though it wasn't NEARLY as bad as brittany said. she obviously only watched the first 10 minutes. though the jacobs family is not partial to blood and gore so they fastforwarded through the part where they scalped the guy and they killed him and we didn't realise until the end that nurse betty had watched all that!! it ticked me off. it was a weird movie, with some interesting parts. i mean i think they could've ended it earlier than they did. because it got really depressing and then it tried to become happy and it left me sort of sour. and then..... ohhh luke and rachel and morgan and i watched music videos. and there was the best thing uhm we saw the best video ever... everyone go download the mp3 or stream it or something, or watch the video!! ok well we saw it on 'the wedge' late at night on much music so if you have that, i guess it helps. ok ok!!!! "Poodle Rockin'" by Gorky's Zygotic Mynci.... well it was something like that anyway.
sunday::: we got up and then we drove. and i have to go so i can't say anything else right now, not that much happened. i read a bit of mighty crispy.

I STILLL HATE BLOGGER. BUT ITS LETTING ME PUBLISH NOW.
AMELIA DROOLED ON ME AND SHE SPIT GRAPE JUICE ALL OVER ME

i hate blogger. they won't let me publish anything.

she is smiling on both ends.

well...... its numb anyway

we ate shrimp. minus amelia. her head hurts.

today...................... luke was driving the golf cart. well, actually i was. and then there was a branch taht scared me and i had to swerve and afterwards i got out and moved it. and luke stole my seat and he DROVE AWAY WITHOUT ME....... so i ran after him and i hopped on the back and it hurt and he wouldnt stop driving either.

OH MY GOD THE JACKSON FIVE EATS MY SOUL...

Chaodoom: lana is...
Chaodoom: lana
jezebellekilara: ;_; how offensive!!

wahahahahahaaaahah i swear it was an .......................................... accident

I RAN OVER LUKE TODAY....

Chaodoom: "hi everyone i'm in georgia!! we arrived yesterday after a 13-hour-trip which was really only 11 hours. ok so theres nothing really to say a lot BUT CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF, I DID NOT RUN OVER A RABBIT WITH THE GOLF CART!!!! I DID NOT HIT A RABBIT!!! THERE WAS NO RABBIT.... well really, there was a rabbit but it was a few feet away and it hopped off and away."

Chaodoom: ROFLMAO
Biting Flame: ahahahahahah seriously!!
Biting Flame: morgan keeps claiming that it had no leg and there was lots of blood
Chaodoom: LOL!
Biting Flame: but i swear i didnt see any of that
Chaodoom: AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA
Chaodoom: AHAHAHAHAHA
Biting Flame: you dont believe me do you?!?!!!
Chaodoom: no. no i don't.
Chaodoom: =)
Biting Flame: ;_;
Biting Flame: fine
Biting Flame: be that way

aaaaaaaaaand its morgan and luke riding round in the golf cart. i guess amelia and rachel ate each other. or granma did.

hold on someone's home

morgan wasnt driving, rachel was, but she nearly ran over amelia anyway.

yes and they said my golf cart driving skills are improving. i haven't run anything over yet today. and i did NOT run over a rabbit. however, i did run over quite a few weeds, granma's flowers, grass, road, and other things of no importance.

OK! OK! Yesterday:::: rachel, morgan, amelia, and i wrote those carazy stories that you pass around and around and luke was whoknowswhere. and then we got bored and went outside and drove to granma's in the golf cart and drove back and drove there and drove back and then we rode all around rachel's yard. there were five of us on at the time, and some dogs. amelia and rachel were in the seats, morgan and i were hanging off the back, and luke was in the floorboards. now, while hanging off the back, your feet drag on the ground and its really really squished and turning hurts your ribs. and so i was there with morgan until we all switched places. and then amelia was driving and morgan was sitting up front and rachel was in the floorboards (i'm convinced this is the best seat though i have yet to test my theory) and luke and i were in the back. and every time we ran over a branch it hit our feet and we kept dragging through this old rotten hay which attaches itself to your feet as well. AND WE KEPT RUNNING THROUGH THE PEARS..... ohhh i swear it was awful. ok so the pears:: if you dont pick up your feet at the sign of the first squished pear, then you drag your feet all through like the damage of 26 or so squashed pears done in the last couple days. and there are a few whole ones as well. so also, if the driver hits the branches with the golf cart, peaches fall everywhere. they hit the top of the golf cart and roll off the back to injure who else but the passengers seated there -- luke and i. and they theyre also going under the wheels and flying up at you from underneath. also, amelia had caught a few on one drive by and she was eating one. and she felt the need to spit out random bits of it ("it was sour!!!") which all landed on... me before being thrown to the ground to get squished later. oh and then there was pear juice everywhere. as in, all over us. i dont even LIKE pears. especially not rotten ones. so let's see what else. after we finally came in, i can't remember much. but later that night some funky thing with the internet server died and we couldnt actually get online. well, it would connect but we couldnt like connect to anything else. so we'd been going to bed at like 2 or 3am or so but on the night we didnt have the internet, we did nothing and stayed up till 5am somehow. don't EVEN ask. so today i woke up about 1pm and we went to granma's and i was starving and i didn't have any of my stuff over here either. this house really needs a name. so i'm gonna call it Lucinda. so here i am at lucinda which i just discovered is too hard to type fast and spell correctly.

Biting Flame: YOU HAVE A PAPER HOURT
dude handsN toes: ?????
Biting Flame: YOU GIOUT HIMT MYK BW ACAR

Biting Flame: YOU HAVE A PAPER HOURT
dude handsN toes: ?????
Biting Flame: YOU GIOUT HIMT MYK BW ACAR

Biting Flame: YOU HAVE A PAPER HOURT
dude handsN toes: ?????
Biting Flame: YOU GIOUT HIMT MYK BW ACAR

Biting Flame: *goes off to talk to the other people who are their mom and are flashing me*
GStrwnd: O_O
GStrwnd: wtf?
GStrwnd: *pokes your body with a stick*
Biting Flame: Don't poke me, that's someone elses job!
Biting Flame: LOL
GStrwnd: ...
Biting Flame: hahaha
GStrwnd: i didn't need to hear that

Biting Flame: are you really your mom?
Shogun0fTheDark: yes, how did you guess?

shyhotty14: ......nick said thats pretty sad
Biting Flame: HAHAHA WAT
shyhotty14: ...........that you think that
Biting Flame: what did i say
shyhotty14: i bet this is his mom]
Biting Flame: WHAT
Biting Flame: this is not nick's mom
shyhotty14: oh ok
shyhotty14: or is it?
shyhotty14: duh duh duh
Biting Flame: isnt your mom home?!?!

Biting Flame: we'[re harassing himabout h is polshsibitly
Biting Flame: oothebally
Atea Diosa: LOL what!?

Biting Flame: what's 14 for?
shyhotty14: someone had shyhotty13
Biting Flame: lol
Biting Flame: what's the 13 for?
Biting Flame: why not pick another name like...notlegal13?

and and and i ran over things with the golf cart. and i'm now a crack baby.

ohhhhk so i was just ranodmly remembering the other night that chanda read my palm and i decided to talk about my future. she said that.... i have a happy line. so i'm happy through everything, even though i have lots of lovers and get dumped by all of them and end up single for all of my life and all of this seems to make me VERY HAPPY..... and she said i was smart until later and then i get stupid. and she said also that my health is ok but i get cancer and it sort of leaves. ok. oh and my fingertips said that i was going to be a bum in utah. i want chanda to teach me how she knows all this wisdom.

LOOK LOOK A POST..... O_O;;;;;;

hi everyone i'm in georgia!! we arrived yesterday after a 13-hour-trip which was really only 11 hours. ok so theres nothing really to say a lot BUT CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF, I DID NOT RUN OVER A RABBIT WITH THE GOLF CART!!!! I DID NOT HIT A RABBIT!!! THERE WAS NO RABBIT.... well really, there was a rabbit but it was a few feet away and it hopped off and away.

brittany youre such a dirty whore liar

soo......... shits cool eh? i'll be like.... posting crazyshit starting saturday night when i arrive in jackson :) (err most likely anyways)

Day Six, Entry Sixtyone
memphis is very tiny. the captain is stealing my words and i have to go away and find you.

Day Six, Entry Sixty
i can see the muddy mississippi rivers bleeding into green and plain.

Day Six, Entry Fiftynine
i can see the patchwork grounds.

Day Six, Entry Fiftyeight
now that the cotton ice cream clouds are back i see that from here they look like mountains rising from the mist. and they fade into the deep before forming lurching looming from within again.

Day Six, Entry Fiftyseven
we were just above beautfiul clouds and now there is only fog shapeless clouds but i can still see fluff on the horizon. they are still true and pure there and not the unclear havze that is now filling my vision all i can see.

Day Six, Entry Fiftysix
I want to look at the clouds but Morgan's head is in the way. We are going down and tilting and my ears keep popping and i keep swallowing and my mouth is very dry but im afraid if i have too much pepsi ill pee all over morgan.

Day Six, Entry Fiftyfive
I really have to pee.

Day Six, Entry Fiftyfour
I fell asleep on Morgan. 25 minutes left.

Day Six, Entry Fiftythree
Mom says 45 minutes.

Day Six, Entry Fiftytwo
Ive had a terrible headache all day.

Day Six, Entry Fiftyone
I cant fall asleep.

Day Six, Entry Fifty
I read too slowly.

Day Six, Entry Fortynine
I have to pee.

Day Six, Entry Fortyeight
The book is great. (89 pages in)
Mom says we have a bit over an hour left to get there. Morgan is asleep on my shoulder. I ate her pretzels.

Day Six, Entry Fortyseven
I am the first person outside of the publishing company and Francesca Lia Block's friends to read it.

Day Six, Entry Fortysix
The book is very sad. (30 pages in)

Day Six, Entry Fortyfive
The book is beautiful.

Day Six, Entry Fortyfour
The pepsi has gone watery.

Day Six, Entry Fourtythree
I am pining for my headphones.

Day Six, Entry Fourtytwo
I am reading Echo.

Day Six, Entry Fourtyone
Brittany is a fool.

Day Six, Entry Fourty
They still taste like oreos.

Day Six, Entry Thirtynine
I am eating them.

Day Six, Entry Thirtyeight
My OREOS ARE BROKEN IN THEIR LITTLE PLASTIC HOME

Day Six, Entry Thirtyseven
Brittany is a fool.

Day Six, Entry Thirtysix
Brittany does not like oreos.

Day Six, Entry Thirtyfive
I have decided to eat my oreos.

Day Six, Entry Thirtyfour
I poured Morgan's water on myself.
I am not so sticky.

Day Six, Entry Thirtythree
The guy in front of me is leaning his chair down realy far and its attacking my lunch and his pillow is protruding through the two seats and attacking Mom and me. She's plotting against him and Im laughing. Jelly is everywhere. My hands are very sticky.

Day Six, Entry Thirtytwo
I JUST DRIPPED JELLY ON MYSELF.

Day Six, Entry Thirtyone
ohhh lunch. smuckerspb&j shaped like a pie in a little plastic wrap. 2 oreo sandwhich cookies, america's favorite. glacier valley natural spring water in a little covered cup. And a nasty little bag of carrots. Delicious. And of course, my airplane pretzels and pepsi.

Day Six, Entry Thirty
People you obviously werent reached by my telepathic channels becuase here i am on the plane, writing away and coming back to you. Morgan is telling me she envies my bladder as I sip my pepsi and i boast on the fact that i just had a starbucks mocha frappacino in the airport as well and im talking about the queens of ireland and how they were great-bladdered women. We've been on the plane a good bit but we've only been in the air for about an hour or less. Less. Morgan's in the window seat which I had last time making the realization that when you fly through clouds its sort of like the death of dreams, the end of an innocent fantasy, a nasty shock to settle your feet and your flight. I might have less spacey cloud poems now so watch out for more shitty metaphors. So my family's been kinda scaring me, through the whole trip. Im wearing an Emily shirt. This morning in the hotel room, Dad was like, "Alanna. You look good in that. You should wear red more often." and i went "O_O;;;;;;;;;;;;;...................... " and i keep somehow becoming 'cute' and a few minutes ago my mom spilled water on herself because i was "funny" doing nothing more than opening this pepsi in my little lana way. which is not a very special cool way. And now my Dad has lost his glasses. The other day we had this conversation in the Italian restaurant about how old they are. Mom: HOW LONG HAVE YOU HAD THOSE?!?!?! Dad: a decade or so........ so the other day (forever ago in Memphis) i was messing with them and the little nose pads nearly came off. theyre ancient and green and decaying and everything wiggles in ways they shouldnt. Now Morgan is trying to tell me that my airplane pretzels (theyre called snaps isnt that funny) are mustard pretzels and I am becoming horrified. All my batteries are dead and I think Dad threw away the good ones back at the hotel. Crappy, eh? Morgan and I shared my headphones, listening to about 3 songs before they died. So now at random internvals we put them back on and listen to 40 seconds of any random song. Thank god i only brought 12 CDs in one little black case. Ive hardly had time for them and havent listend to a single one. Ive been to into Sleater-Kinney and my new ones.

Day Five, Entry Twentynine
Thinking about how many librarians are here is amazing. You know, though, its more amazing that so many of them DONT come. Like, for instance, Mom and Dad are like representatives for the entire Memphis Shelby County library system. BLOWS YER MIND, EH?! And I also didnt know that the number of nonlibrarian adults were here as well. And that always gets me thinking about a few cool people (insert mass coughing) who've said theyd like to come to ALA just for the books, not the travel. My parents love to take us sightseeing and the things i like about a city are the people!!! i dotn say that while being dragged over the mountainous san francisco sidewalks unfortuneately. There seem to be more things I need to talk about. I forgot everything I thinkt about while i walk and stand on the escalator and wait in book lines. Im not good at writing inconspicuously. Maybe I'll remember some on the plane tomorrow? You should hope not.

Day Five, Entry Twentyeight
Woah I havent written at all today! And its freaking 10:20pm already. OK Im trying to remember what we did today. firstly, we woke up an hour later than usual. at the exhibits we rushed around and tried to demand books of people. i DID get a Death book and the galley of Echo by Francesca Lia Block. THE ONLY ONE!! Diamond people remained whores and wouldnt let me have a damn thing. Except another JLA button pin thingie. After we came back to the hotel we went back to North Beach to XOX Truffles where mom went chocolate crazy and bought a lot of trufflies. Shes only let us eat the two free ones that came with it and we all had to share those. I did not get very much. But it was blissful bitter and caramel all at once and I loved it. Then we had lunch there (North Beach, not truffle place.) and got on the bus to the Golden Gate Bridge. We walked to the first pole or whatever and walked back. It was very windy and very cold. Brittany, your jacket was not sufficient. Have I talked about how fucking cold it is here? Much too cold for summer. Mark Twain said something along the lines of "The coldest winter I ever spent was summer in San Francisco." i think it has to do with being southern. Afterwards we decided to go to the (pronounced hate->) Haight-Ashbury district which is like where hippies originated. We waited so fucking long for the bus, though, that we didnt have time. So we just drove through it and I had to sit next to three old men today! One was an old odd little Chinese guy who was very nice to give me a seat. The next guy kept muttering stuff under his breath and speaking randomly and asking shit and looking at me as I watched the landscape (i.e. stores) flashing by. And there was a guy with a massive coat and sunglasses and headphones and at first i thought he was blind until his friend (also in headphones and a huge coat) communicated with him through a hand signal. Then I thought he was deaf but I heard music and his headphones and then i figured he was just weird. then we watched Chocolat in the hotel room which was quite good.

Day Four, Entry Twentyseven
when we got back to the hotel we looked everywhere everywhere for my glasses which were found (after a two-hour nap and 30 minutes of looking) in MORGAN'S SUITCASE. Seriously. I mean what the hell is that. Of all the god-ridden places. Oh well. So then we went to uh.... North Beach which is a lot like San Francisco's own Little Italy. We went to a really cool bookstore called City Lights. The YA section was pretty puny, nothing I hadnt seen. A huge selection of books on homosexuality of course. And the whole third floor was poetry so I looked at some pretty wicked stuff. Then we walked round and round and finally found a place to eat on a street called Beach Blanket Babylon Boulevard. A very funny street. And I saw so many homeless people including this man playing Italian violin music under a street lamp. After that we tried to find coffee or truffles or any other kind of chocolate, basically, but it had been a late dinner for a Monday night and everything was closed. We took the bus back to the hotel. Dad had promised to take me to the internet cafe at the convention center which allows ALA members to go online and stuff. It had been advertised to be open 24 hours a day but when we got there, (as Dad put it) the internet cafe may have been open, but he convention center wasnt. So my one chance for online freedom ws blown away and I have to wait another 1.5 days. Im almost done with my Changeover book (yes I know I read slowly) its quite good though and i dont really have a lot of time anyway. morgan loves the book she's reading. its called 'flipped' and she had an epiphany, apparently, or what she calls a "Eureka Moment" ive listened to Juliana Hatfield, Nina Hynes, half of Sleater-Kinney, and currently Fisher. Its good as well but the version of "My Life" I had downloaded is different from the album one. for some reason the Nina Hynes and my book keep triggering thoughts of Nick. I actually for some reason remembered some thing i told him once and his hilarious reaction and i laughed right in the middle of my book. and its quite a serious book. i think i scared my parents.

Day Four, Entry Twentyfive
We have to wait 45 minutes until Garth Nix. He's our last signing of the day unless something random comes up.

Day Four, Entry Twentyfour
i think my ears are becoming infected.

Day Four, Entry Twentythree
After a lunch of french fries and a vanilla milkshake at Mo's we went to (guess) the Metreon! Surprise, surprise. We finally bought three Emily shirts between us after a hard decision-making process. I was very hot in my long sleeves and am now wearing one. Oh and also we found this really cool lady's booth finally at ALA (ive bought her stuff three years in a row now), Carolyn Forsman. i got a necklace *its black with little colorful beadie flowers* and two rubber band braclets. one says 'goddess' and one says 'dreamer' theyre supposed to boost my esteem and be all moralicness while i write, edit, type, (or the rare) compose poetry. Hahaha yeah right.

Day Four, Entry Twentytwo
MY GLASSES LOST ME AND I CANT SEE A GODDAMN THING AND IM DEVELOPINGA HEADACHE. We were just at Darkhorse Comics and they also run TokoyoPop and the lady was really nice and she gave us some free books and theyre like the ONE comics place actually selling. even though the Clover is being held for someone so i cant get it. *pout pout*

Day Four, Entry Twentyone
everyday we pass the same homeless man twice. he has his possessions in a Gap bag and holds out a used dirty empty Starbucks cup as well as a small cardboard sign that declaring that he is "Homeless and Hungary" it weakens me and i feel so guilty

Day Four, Entry Twenty
i miss january baby and i lack something to hold.

Day Four, Entry Nineteen
Dad says I roll over too much in my sleep and that he woke up being stabbed with knees and elbows. Guess whose. Well i dont know if he was exxagerating or not but anyone who wants to know can ask morgan and brittany.

Day Three, Entry Eighteen
We went on a rickety cable car up/downhill ride with some... oh say... college guys who really pissed me off. And the line to get on that thing was extremely long. So we ate some seafood shit in Fisherman's Wharf and watched this guy (he was probably homeless) sit behind a fake bush on the edge of the sidewalk next to the dock and attack passersby with fake branches. THe people at the restaurant call him George (Bush, get it? hahahahaaaaa) and they said he's been at it for 29 YEARS!!!! Afterwards, we hung out at Ghiradelli (yes the chocolate) Square and looked in some cool stores and I ACTUALLY DIDNT BUY A THING!! arent you proud. Oh wait, nevermind. I bought some Chinese cat earrings at a street booth on the way. And then Dad bought me some really good chocolate ice drink while Morgan and Mom bought hilarious ridiculous hats and sunglasses and I froze to death. We took a street car (a bus that was on a little wire) back to near our hotel where I reminded Dad of the two artists I had forgotten to look for at Virgin the night before, and we all scuttled in there. I bought Nina Hynes (Creation) for $12.99 as well, but didnt discover till afterwards that there were only 6 songs (and a bonus track) The guy behind the counter with the odd red hair and the ankhs all over his suit dropped my cd and the case broke, as we discovered later. The bastard. However, I convinced Morgan to buy Fisher (True North). And I was very disappointed that they had no Bikini Kill because I like fucking. Then Mom, Morgan, and I looked at more Emily merchandise while Dad paid for everything and we left and he discovered he had LEFT HIS WALLENT IN THE FREAKING BUILDING. ...............I was not amused. And neither was Miss Viola Swamp. Luckily, he had only left it on the counter and Security had it. When we finally got back to the hotel, we left almost immediately (3.5 Juliana Hatfield songs later) to go see a movie. We went back to the Metreon, which is like 2 blocks away and right next to the convention center, a park thingie, and a Dr. Martin Luther King Jr memorial monument thingie. (its very pretty. there's a waterfall.) So we saw Shrek which was humorous (based on a William Steig book, you know) and then we lost Morgan when she went to the wrong bathroom afterwards. Its really fairly cold here at night and I wore Brittany's star jacket while we walked back. Did you know there's a lot of homeless people? Maybe I'm never in the right part of Memphis to see them, I mean, I know they leave under freeways and stuff and you see their beer bottles lying there near the Summer exit to Nashville (on the way to Gwood) but there're more here, it seems like. Or my eyes are open. Earlier I asked Dad what his favorite city was. He apparently couldnt choose and his top three were 1) San Francisco (of all god-ridden things) 2) London (sweet) and 3) NYC! (always cool) Mom's first two were the same but she switched New Orleans (nice town) for NY ( =( ) because she likes 'the feel' better. She said she's not spent enough time in Chicago to know, which is of course my favorite. AAHH ALL THE LIGHTS ARE gone and I can hardly see my pen ill try to find a computer tomorrow and blog at you poor deprived lunatics.

Day Three, Entry Seventeen
oh, and today's Father's Day.

Day Three, Entry Sixteen
We bought a book I'd read about right as the author was coming to sign. Richard Peck as well as this woman (oh im terrible i cant even remember her name... sonya sones i think?) both asked me if i wrote. (theyre both Young Adult writers) to her i answered a nervous wishywashy "yeah..........." she asked me that meant and did an imitation. mom said that i write but never show anyone. and i was thinking about DOY and the lost poems which i found in my kitchen after several weeks. and ms. sones wrote in this lovely neat little handwriting "And to Alanna- who writes in secret.... shh!" and signed her name. those are always my favorite messages. the personal ones from the authors with the tiny lines. *she didnt actually have a line* i cant wait to read her book. its done in poetry form as well.

Day Three, Entry Fifteen
wahhh dad is taking forever to get here!

Day Three, Entry Fourteen
Last night after the convention, we went back to the hotel (fairly early, actually) before we went to Chinatown and had dinner. And I saw Jerel, with his hair and shirt. I got sweet and sour chicken and my fortune told me to "Listen attentively. You will come out on top" or some crap. In bed. Then my family left me before I was done and I had to chase them for two blocks madly running through the crowds. or walking briskly. for two feet anyway. Then we walked downhill for a forever and Mom and Morgan went back to the hotel. Dad and I went to the Virgin Megastore and I waddled around carrying about 12 CDs. I only bought 3. =( And I didnt even remember to look for a couple of things I'd really wanted but Dad said we'd go to another music store as well. I bought:
another Sleater-Kinney album (The Hot Rock)
another Juliana Hatfield album (Become What You Are)
and the debut Shea Seger album (May St. Project)
all for $12.99 each. And I almost bought Pj Harvey and Ani DiFranco and uh.. some other things? It was really late, it seems. Then we got back to the hotel to discover that Mom had just gone to bed and that Morgan was very hyper having consumed a good many chocolate chunk cookies. I havent gotten a chance to actually listen to any of the CDs but we're at the convention center again waiting for Dad to come back from his meeting so that we can go to lunch. Mom is talking to someone she used to work with about.... chickens? Apparently so. So today's been good. We met the guy who writes the Green Lantern comics and I had a bagel w/cream cheese and a bottle of Starbucks Mocha Frappacino for breakfast. Then we hung out at Scholastic a while and did some more signings. I cant remember what publisher Amelia Atwater-Rhodes is on but I havent seen any of her stuff yet and shes not coming to sign. But GARTH NIX is coming and I CANT WAIT. he's probably (definitely) the best person here. im seeing more kids this year, kinda like they dont have a daycare this year. and i see quite a few people who look like 'natives' wearing 'Exhibits Only' badges so i guess some non-librarians come but you can tell theyre not hardcore. Mmom says we're not hanging at the convention this afternoon and she wants to take us sight-seeing to Fisherman's Wharf or something. But I like the convention best. And, as always, people give us free stuff just because of our age and eagerness.

Day Two, Entry Thirteen
I just tried to wish on an eyelash that ************ (if you tell a wish, even if you didnt get to actually wish it, it wont come true) It blew away before i could though. Disappeared. That's not a very good sign, now is it? It represents never having the chance, the loss of opportunity, arriving too late.......

Or it means that its sure to happen and I dont need to waste a perfectly good eyelash on it.

Day Two, Entry Twelve
There's something about San Francisco that I don't like as much as Chicago. (or Memphis for that matter) That city was full of well..... more rebellish independents. Here, I see a lot of Asians, beachy tan Californians (there's something about them i cant put a finger on but i dont like it) and librarians (well they were in Chicago too. I couldnt think of a third thing) But, as a city, I like Chicago more. I think im really into the PEOPLE and observing them where I go because I base my rating of the city on who lives there but even though its probably judgemental (which it seems i usually am) a city is only what its citizens make it...... right?

Day Two, Entry Eleven
I just saw a lady with translucent orange ninja pants.

Day Two, Entry Ten
And I saw the Sweep Wicca books. I intend to own them as well.

Day Two, Entry Nine
Mom is in a meeting right now. ive been picking up postcards so that i can write to everyone (as if) and im having a great time getting lots of free stuff. i met the author and illustrator of such as classics as the Stinky Cheese Man which im sure youve all read. One woman at the Tor/Forge booth, which is a teeny company, gave us loads of free books. Its always the teeny companies. At Harper-Collins we saw the proof of a new Suza Scalora faerie photos book (!!!) and a new Francesca Lia Block. They werent giving them away and theyre not selling yet, but when you come back on the last day they'll sell them to you cheap. Most everybody does that. Except Poets House. Except Diamond, these comic people, who produce a lot of graphic novels and comic collections. And some manga as well. All very cool. But they suck and i couldnt beg anything off them. I intend to go back to DC (comics) on Tuesday and demand the Death books ((Sandman)) with their Tori Amos introduction blissage thingies. They did give me Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, and JLA pin button thingies though. And a shirt. We had lunch at Sony's Metreon which is a mall-type place where the Wild Things exhibit was. I'm having a great time so far except that Morgan insnt built for this, really, and she's already complaining about the walking. And we watched Save the Last Dance last night on the hotel tv. I miss you guys desperately and the worst part about all this is sight-seeing.

Day One, Entry Eight
Brittany you still have my earrings.

Day One, Entry Seven
i got my happy thingie from the ALA people but we havent done anything library-related yet. i did buy a Peach Girl manga and a Wild Things shirt at the Metreon, though.

Day One, Entry Six
in this 'where the wild things are' exhibit at the metreon, feeling so young surrounded by by kinds, having a GREAT time, wanted to write.

Day One, Entry Five
its so weird thinking about how close i am to jerel now and how much closer to nick. in the same time zone for god's sake!!! of which i must admit, this time zone is pissing me off. two hours have dropped. it should be like 2pm right now but its 12 and im starving.

Day One, Entry Four
the little foreign song reminded me of nick.
in the way of his singing.

Day One, Entry Three
san francisco is surrounded by hills and apparently this is where the climate comes from. meanings its colder than surrounding areas.

Day One, Entry Two
on the plane, morgan talked my ear off until i put on my headphones (early on, mind you) and bade her piss off.

Day One, Entry One
so after the plane we rode in some smelly freaky-assed white taxi, listening to the radio's foreign songs and some guy talking about Allah. Our driver like didnt say anything and mom talked my ear off the whole time. i looked at houses built sideways slanted on a hill and graffiti and 'public art' as my mom called it.

ok i wrote some shit down in my little notebook whilst i was there. and im gonna try to type it up. and organize it in some understandable way.

it keeps deleting my last post

i dont know if i like it

and its parted on the side

too short

my hair cut is weird

ok so im not actually gone yet.... TOMORROW PEOPLE! TOMORROW!!