02:41pm 24/01/2004
 
mood: crazy
music: the mephiskapheles - "sate"

If i was a serial killer i would be Albert Fish.

Albert Fish was a masochistic, pedophile obsessed with religious themes such as sin, sacrifice, and redemption through pain. It is believed that he would force his own children to beat him with a nail studded paddle until he bled. He would also stick nails underneath his finger nails,into his groin, his scrotum and his anus. He forced himself to eat feces and would stick alcohol soaked cotton balls up his anus and set them on fire.



Fish believed that God wanted him to castrate boys, which he would do over the course of many years, finally to be caught for kidnapping, murdering and eating a 10 year old girl. Fish claims to have molested over four hundred children. Police charged him with eight but suspect him on fifteen.



Kill count: unconfirmed

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Nice.

When i kill myself i'll...
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Well hey there Mr./Ms. Happy Pants, aren't we a big ray of sunshine today... If you didn't catch on I was being sarcastic. Seeing as you got this result I'm sure you're familiar with the phrase "Fuck you, you arrogant prick". With your choice of lifestyle blowing your brains out is by far the most fitting means of doing yourself in. Quick, aggressive, and messy.. Just like how you are in bed.

Thanks a lot.


I Will Drown.
After drinking your self into a belligerent haze, you somehow make your way to the local docks to rest your pretty head on someone else's house boat. Sometime during the night you manage to bring yourself to the boats bow to let lose a steamy mixture of beer and pizza, losing your balance and dropping into the cold waters bellow.. Nice job jack ass.
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Hurrah!







If i was a Bodily Excretment i would be:
What
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WOOHOO!!!!! lucky ol' me :)
 
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02:41pm 24/01/2004
 
mood: crazy
music: the mephiskapheles - "sate"

If i was a serial killer i would be Albert Fish.

Albert Fish was a masochistic, pedophile obsessed with religious themes such as sin, sacrifice, and redemption through pain. It is believed that he would force his own children to beat him with a nail studded paddle until he bled. He would also stick nails underneath his finger nails,into his groin, his scrotum and his anus. He forced himself to eat feces and would stick alcohol soaked cotton balls up his anus and set them on fire.



Fish believed that God wanted him to castrate boys, which he would do over the course of many years, finally to be caught for kidnapping, murdering and eating a 10 year old girl. Fish claims to have molested over four hundred children. Police charged him with eight but suspect him on fifteen.



Kill count: unconfirmed

Find what serial killer you would be, Take the Serial Killer Quiz now!


Nice.

When i kill myself i'll...
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Well hey there Mr./Ms. Happy Pants, aren't we a big ray of sunshine today... If you didn't catch on I was being sarcastic. Seeing as you got this result I'm sure you're familiar with the phrase "Fuck you, you arrogant prick". With your choice of lifestyle blowing your brains out is by far the most fitting means of doing yourself in. Quick, aggressive, and messy.. Just like how you are in bed.

Thanks a lot.


I Will Drown.
After drinking your self into a belligerent haze, you somehow make your way to the local docks to rest your pretty head on someone else's house boat. Sometime during the night you manage to bring yourself to the boats bow to let lose a steamy mixture of beer and pizza, losing your balance and dropping into the cold waters bellow.. Nice job jack ass.
Find out how you will die, Take the Death Quiz now!

Hurrah!







If i was a Bodily Excretment i would be:
What
kind of Excretment are you?




WOOHOO!!!!! lucky ol' me :)
 
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well well well   
05:00pm 08/01/2004
 
mood: happy
music: sassy - hole
i haven't updated this shit for yonks.

what's happened since the 23rd december? well... i'll pick out the highlights...

christmas was grand. i got some great presents, some ramones CDs, rock n roll highschool soundtrack, a replacement distillers 1st album from kay after she broke the first... >>A CLEAR VINYL LIMITED EDITION RANCID LIFE WON'T WAIT ALBUM FROM SHANE<< oh yes oh yes. bought for £20 from charlie harper himself.

i am truly honoured to be in it's presence.


christmas day rocked out. max came round on christmas eve and stayed til 2am, so i guess i was with him at the start of christmas day... and then he came round again on the big day itself and didn't leave til 2am once more... so i guess he was there at the start AND end of it.



that makes it the greatest christmas day ever.

oooh big news... but we'll come to that.


oh yeah. so... new year came and went somewhere and somehow.

i don't know.

i don't remember about 48 hours.

i drank copious amounts, fell over copious amounts, fucked copious amounts, drew and wrote copious amounts of the most random beautiful shit i have ever written or drawn all over my walls, kissed copious numbers of people, ate copious food and slept copious hours in the preceding few days.


then... umm what happened? oh yeah i got super wasted almost every night, did loads of graffiti...

AND

...okay drumroll please...

i finally did what i have been waiting to do and dreamt about for all this time...

>>>> i kissed max <<<<

and there was fireworks and explosions and breathlessness and weak knees and a hammering heart and sweaty palms and the whole thing.

he's so adorable and cute and smart and funny and... perfect.

i'll be honest, i always seriously thought if i fell for someone this much it would be with a girl. i don't know why. i just feel more comfortable round girls.

but this was so fucking... INCREDIBLE.


anyway. we have kissed many times since, held hands in public, hugged a lot, fed eachother brownies, laid on my bed and made out... all the usual sappy teenage love story romance bullshit.

it doesn't seem so bullshitty when you're actually doing it, trust me.

okay im sounding like a soft touch.


we went to the graff spot and he put his arms round me and talked me through the various pieces (who did it, how they did it, how they got the effects... all the crap we always go into great detail together about) and then... we were standing in the middle of this giant empty car park together and he just held me...

i remember thinking "it's like a movie. here comes the wide angle shot."


i sound so fucking sappy so i'll move onto the next exciting event of that last few days.



the other day izzi, lewis, shane, max, chris and i visted the winter gardens hotel.

very nice, you might think.

the winter gardens hotel is this old shitty 2 st*r hotel in bournemouth that went bankrupt and just deserted. they fenced it up... but if you're a homeless crackwhore and all that's keeping you from a large empty hotel is a fence, you're guna choose that over a puddle in the gutter in the freezing cold.

so we hopped the fence and went into LONG LIVE JUNKIE SQUOT 4EVA as it so says, scraped into the charcoaled remains of the burnt wallpaper in the entrance.

seriously, man, this place is gold dust.

there's needles and mattresses and paper and torn up magazines and plastic bottles and broken glass and slashed sofas and burnt remains from fires and shit smeared on the walls and puddles from leaks in the ceiling and collapsed floors and roofs and....

... no shit, if this was 1977 the entrance hall would say LONG LIVE PUNX SQUOT 4EVA...

it's like those old b&w snaps of sid vicious splayed on the floor with catwoman and all the other legendary original UK london punx from the 70s.

i'm doing the cover from DC's new album so i'll get the whole band (now including lewis since they kicked tabram out the band, even though loo has never played a bass in his life) to get done up with the full mohawks n jackets n shit, scribble DISLOCATED YOUTH on the wall and get some cool shots of them in the squatt.

man i love that place.

winters garden hotel = heaven... even though there about 3 greasy old tramps who live there who originally hated us, but now we've been there 4 or 5 times one even nods when he sees us.


what else? umm. i went shopping. got some nice trousers. theyre grey tartan so i shredded the knees and added some studs. perfect :) especially for only fifteen quid.

bargainous.

okay... uuh... oh today at school (yeah we're back at school. hoofuckingray.) max and chris escaped from the boys school...
(for those not in the know, theres a boys school and a girls school. surprisingly enough, im at the girls school. max and chris etc are at the boys school.)
... and snuck into the girls school. we crept them around, sneakily hiding them in fire escapes/cupboards/behind a group of girls etc...

there was a scary moment when mrs jones NEARLY caught us, but luckily kay managed to distract her by screaming and falling over dramatically whilst the boys escaped through the fire escape.

max met mr cox and was like "woah, you're right, he IS the man!!" because mr cox is the coolest guy ever to walk the planet.

then i got a kiss before he left :)

everyone said "awww...." and i smiled all day.

then i actually learnt something in physics because i was so happy i even bothered to listen.

i now know how to rewire a plug. what a useful talent. i'll save that one for a special day, when someone may be doubting my abilities, and i'll point out, that ACTUALLY i can rewire a plug. so there!

anyway. yeah that brings us pretty much up to now, just wothout all the stories of wild sex, drug usage, close calls with the pigs, graffiti adventures and so on and so forth.

:: pretty on the inside ::

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buggery fuck   
08:15pm 23/12/2003
 
mood: recumbent
music: music to strip by
i really gotta start updating this shit more often. so.... lemme work this out. last night i updated was after demonic upchucks...

since then... it's been my birthday!! HURRAH!!

i got a minidisk player, which was nice, cos now i can walk around the house and have an excuse to completely ignore my family cos i can't hear them (thank god), and i just realised what ELSE i can do... NOT LISTEN AT SCHOOL!! hooray. no change there. but now i can not listen but still amuse myself with some good museek.

what else did i get?? OH YEAH, max got me the most adorable present you cud ever imagine... he had this photo he took blown up enormous, and it's so beautiful, and then put it in this cardboard cover to keep it safe, and he painted big grey clouds on it and put lyrics he wrote for his band on the back:

"her eyes burst like clouds, watch my tearddrop army fall, one thousand strong and endless crying... parachute parachute."

max is the cutest thing ever.

i just got off the phone to him. he's lost my christmas present. awww. he went out bombing subways but his rucksack was open so it must have fallen out. awwwwwwwwww. my poor baby max :( he's sad.

ANYWAY. oh yeah! shane said (i don't know if i mentioned before how shane's dad is like best mates with charlie harper from UKsubs...) but he's guna get me a signed UKsubs vinyl for me :D :D :D im pretty fuckin excited. GO SHANE! everyone go to www.dislocatedyouth.cjb.net and clap him on the back for moi.

dum dum dum. today i helped izzi's mum choose some socks for izzi in the shop. i chose green pringle ones with white swirls round the top. they're tres nett.

kewpie's arrived... better go.

merry fucking christmas all you capitalist bastards!

drink and be merry

alice

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my head oh dear god my head.   
10:26am 20/12/2003
 
mood: exhausted
music: rabies babies
i have the worst hangover...

last night was good. we went to mr kyps and i met this girl called kayleigh in the tiolets who i talked to for ages. she was cute. she had a flesh plug in her tongue and stars tattooed all over her ears.

anyway... yeah the bands. demonic upchucks tore the place apart. they were incredible... they did an exploited song, and i got my head slammed against a table in the pit.

there was a cute little emo kid on guitar who didnt go down too well but i thought he did proud.

AH yeah!! i put up some stickers in the toilets while i was talkin to kayleigh, an then later on i went for a piss.. and in the queue there was these two girls (one turned out to be lucy's ex gf) and they were lookin at my stickers n sayin "hey these pictures are cool" and i got well pleased :D

anyway... yeah izzi took 4 of these tablets she found in a random baggy at the bus stop... passed out... tore her top off... vomited everywhere... smoked some pot... passed out again... and so on. she's messed up and she's pissing me off so much recently.

then ellie drunk a whole bottle of vodka and had to be picked out of her own puddle of puke on the floor and carried home.

i went outside with the guys from corner (real old school hardcore local punk band) and shaun and skinned up. i fell down the stairs while i was wasted... right into tegan, this really tiny girl who's like 4ft tall from the year above me at school. i think i knocked her over.

anyhoo. yeah AND i talked to the manager of demonic upchucks and spitroast. ive met him before 3 or 4 times but he's always drunk and slurrs his words and i can neevr get wat he's trying to say. so yeah... we talked for ages and i told him bout the time i saw the damned, and he told me how they're real great guys.

his names old jarvis. haha. he's a fucking legend.

aaah im going back to bed.

bye people.

alice

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thought i'd add this...   
10:51pm 17/12/2003
  go to this site everyone! riotgrrrl deserves your support! rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr as sam would say.

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yeah i know i get bored...   
06:22pm 16/12/2003
 
mood: horny
music: zeke
[my name is]: alice
[love is] : pretty good...
[I’m afraid of] : giant hairy spiders and my biology teacher... oh no thats the same thing. wot a wit i am.

. . H A V E . Y O U. E V E R . .
[pictured your crush naked?]: hell yes!!!
[actually saw your crush naked] : up to a point... ahem.
[been in love] : probably not... but then i like to think i have.
[cried when someone died] : yeah
[lied] : all the time. but only to get myself outta even more trouble than if i told the truth.

. . W I T H. T H E O P P O S I T E. S E X. .
[what do u notice first?] : shoes and hair.
[last person u slow danced with] : max
[makes u laugh the most?] : leila
[makes u smile] : holli
[give u a funny feeling when u see them] : max and lucy
[who do you have a crush on?] max
[is easiest to talk to?] : DEFINITELY max and holli!

. . W H I C H . I S . B E T T E R . .
[coke or pepsi] : always coca cola...
[flowers or candy] : Flowers
[tall ot short] : erm... tall guys short girls.

. . D O . Y O U . E V E R . .
[sit on the internet all day waiting for someone special to IM you?] : heh *blushes* me? never.
[cried because of someone saying something to you : erm i got really mad and did something stupid and cried as a result of that... that count??

. . W H O . W A S. T H E . L A S T . P E R S O N ..
[you talked to on the phone] : probably izzi or shane
[hugged] : ali or izzi
[you laughed with] : i laughed AT my mum... probably meg.

. . D O .Y O U / / A R E .Y O U . .
[smoke cigarettes] : yeah dirty dirty habit.
[obsessive]: very
[could you live without the computer?] i have and i would again... but its a useful timewaster.
[whats ur favorite food?] sweetcorn and/or mangos.
[drink alcohol?] too much
[like watching the sunrises or sunset?] yeah
[what hurts the most? Physical pain or emotional pain?] physical pain u dumbass. just imagine catching on fire or something... ooow.
[trust others way too easily?] not really. im very suspicious.

. . F A V O R I T E . .
[ Drink ] : lemon tea, or alcoholic probably vodka n lilt or kirsch.
[ Color ] : red or white
[ Album ] : sing sing death house / spanking machine / pretty on the inside / bouquet or barbedwire
[ Shoes ] : zebra/leopard/checkered/graff printed hightops or my purple army boots.
[ Candy ] : thats sweets right? strawberry/lime sherberts.
[ Animal ] : polar bears
[ TV Show ] : sponge bob
[ Movie ] : bowling for columbine
[ Dance ] : the one where u dive around with lots of sweaty blokes and try to knock them over.
[ Song ] : another girl another planet by the only ones... perfect punk at its truly greatest.
[ Vegetable ] : roast swede and carrots.

. . A R E .Y O U . .
[ Understanding ] : i dont understand much.
[ Open-minded ] : very
[ Arrogant ] : i dunno. maybe?
[ Insecure ] : a little bit
[ Interesting ] : is that a subtle way of saying a total twat? yes, yes i am.
[ Random ] : heh... uh huh.
[ Friendly ] : i think so, unless u piss me off. be warned year eights.
[ Smart ] : obviously.
[ Moody ] : yeah
[ Childish ] : a little bit. maybe dipsy is more the word.
[ Independent ] : pretty much.
[ Hard working ] : no way hose.
[ Organized ] : absolutely not
[ Healthy ] : nope
[ Emotionally Stable ] : hah!!!
[ Shy ] : not really... very occasionaly?
[ Difficult ] : very
[ Attractive ] : heh...
[ Bored Easily ] : no. confused, yes, but bored no.
[ Messy ] : very
[ Thirsty ] : right now? a tad...
[ Responsible ] : hardly.
[ Angry ] : sometimes
[ Sad ] : occasionaly
[ Happy ] : usually
[ Hyper ] : yeah
[ Trusting ] : not really.
[ Talkative ] : yeah

. . W H O .d O .Y O U .W A N T .t O . .
[ Kill ] : ALL THE YEAR EIGHTS AT MY SCHOOL. YOU LITTLE FUCKS I'LL GET YOU ONE DAY! and maybe the darkness, and gareth gates, and teenybopper girls... and LATHAN i hope the seaview crew really do stab you like they said they would. you deserve it. and verity on my bus, u filthy hateful spiteful bigheaded burnt up cunt.
[ Slap ] : izzi sometimes
[ Get Really Wasted With ] : max, just for an excuse to roll around on top of him. or lucy, cos i think shes scared of me but i reckon if i cud get her wasted she'd open up cos she seems really interesting and sweet. i'd dig a convo with her. lucy, if ur reading this, grab me sometime an we'll get high.
[ Get High With ] : lucy! or max! not that i haven't got high with max before, but this time just me and him... in a big king size bed...
[ Look Like ] : who do i WANT to look like?? umm... rose casper. she's a hottie *dribbles*
[ Talk To Offline ] : hannah. she never calls me these days :(
[ Talk To Online ] : max, all day every day.

. . N U M B E R S . .
[of times i have had my heart broken? ] : its bin bruised a couple of times but nothin major as yet.
[of hearts i have broken?] : many :p well, i think i broke Stalker Marks, but then again he WAS a boring trainee mechanic with no real prospects or interesting anythings at all and he WAS a stalker... in fact he was kinda lame.
[of boys i have kissed?] : 30+?? most of them at drunken parties and i dont remember their names. just the shape of their tongues.
[of girls i have kissed?] : probably 16 or 17...
[of tight friends?] : quite a few. a couple of best best friends.
[of cd's that i own?] : hey i counted yesterday!! thats so weird! ive got 456 but i bought a no comply album on a minor detour on my way home so 457.
[of things in my past that i regret?] : quite a lot.
I KNOW : hardly anything.
I WANT : a certain young man and a new mohican.
I HAVE : eh?
I WISH : the americans didnt have such a lot of money, and morals came into econimics.
I HATE : quite a few people.
I MISS : hannah
I FEAR : spiders, biology, german lessons, heights, ghosts, busted.
I HEAR : the beauty shop.
I WONDER : about a lot of things.
I REGRET : also, a lot of things.
I TRUST : no one... hehe.
I LOVE : a lot of people too...
I ACHE : in the bladder area, i gotta piss soooo bad.
I CARE : bear!
I ALWAYS : draw on stuff.
I AM NOT : particularly blessed with common sense or direction.
I DANCE : all the time. badly, but i do try.
I SING : very rarely.
I CRY : very occasionaly
I DO NOT ALWAYS : wash my hands (eeeuurgh)
I FIGHT : with my brother and in the war against the year eights. and izzi. a lot. do u know, her dad came in the room the other day and said "hey! are you two okay???" and we just kind of stared at him like he was insane, and he said "it's just... i haven't heard you screaming at eachother yet today." quite an apt statement actually.
I WRITE : words.
I WIN : flower shows. hahahaha
I LOSE : more often that not.
CONFUSE : myself almost every other second.
I LISTEN : to my music too loud.
I CAN USUALLY BE FOUND : in bournemouth town centre sitting on a wall with some people smoking a fag and frowning at the cackers, or putting up stickers in town, or standing around outside mr smiths waiting for a gig to start or sitting in my room with music on loud.
I NEED : a man *sighs* ... *then snorts with laughter*
I AM HAPPY : most of the time.
I SHOULD HAVE : a session on a sunbed.
I THINK : too much.
I TEND TO : babble about nothing for hours.
I TEND NOT TO : be tactful.
THIS TEST: wasted some of my evening.
 
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yeah i know i get bored...   
06:22pm 16/12/2003
 
mood: horny
music: zeke
[my name is]: alice
[love is] : pretty good...
[I’m afraid of] : giant hairy spiders and my biology teacher... oh no thats the same thing. wot a wit i am.

. . H A V E . Y O U. E V E R . .
[pictured your crush naked?]: hell yes!!!
[actually saw your crush naked] : up to a point... ahem.
[been in love] : probably not... but then i like to think i have.
[cried when someone died] : yeah
[lied] : all the time. but only to get myself outta even more trouble than if i told the truth.

. . W I T H. T H E O P P O S I T E. S E X. .
[what do u notice first?] : shoes and hair.
[last person u slow danced with] : max
[makes u laugh the most?] : leila
[makes u smile] : holli
[give u a funny feeling when u see them] : max and lucy
[who do you have a crush on?] max
[is easiest to talk to?] : DEFINITELY max and holli!

. . W H I C H . I S . B E T T E R . .
[coke or pepsi] : always coca cola...
[flowers or candy] : Flowers
[tall ot short] : erm... tall guys short girls.

. . D O . Y O U . E V E R . .
[sit on the internet all day waiting for someone special to IM you?] : heh *blushes* me? never.
[cried because of someone saying something to you : erm i got really mad and did something stupid and cried as a result of that... that count??

. . W H O . W A S. T H E . L A S T . P E R S O N ..
[you talked to on the phone] : probably izzi or shane
[hugged] : ali or izzi
[you laughed with] : i laughed AT my mum... probably meg.

. . D O .Y O U / / A R E .Y O U . .
[smoke cigarettes] : yeah dirty dirty habit.
[obsessive]: very
[could you live without the computer?] i have and i would again... but its a useful timewaster.
[whats ur favorite food?] sweetcorn and/or mangos.
[drink alcohol?] too much
[like watching the sunrises or sunset?] yeah
[what hurts the most? Physical pain or emotional pain?] physical pain u dumbass. just imagine catching on fire or something... ooow.
[trust others way too easily?] not really. im very suspicious.

. . F A V O R I T E . .
[ Drink ] : lemon tea, or alcoholic probably vodka n lilt or kirsch.
[ Color ] : red or white
[ Album ] : sing sing death house / spanking machine / pretty on the inside / bouquet or barbedwire
[ Shoes ] : zebra/leopard/checkered/graff printed hightops or my purple army boots.
[ Candy ] : thats sweets right? strawberry/lime sherberts.
[ Animal ] : polar bears
[ TV Show ] : sponge bob
[ Movie ] : bowling for columbine
[ Dance ] : the one where u dive around with lots of sweaty blokes and try to knock them over.
[ Song ] : another girl another planet by the only ones... perfect punk at its truly greatest.
[ Vegetable ] : roast swede and carrots.

. . A R E .Y O U . .
[ Understanding ] : i dont understand much.
[ Open-minded ] : very
[ Arrogant ] : i dunno. maybe?
[ Insecure ] : a little bit
[ Interesting ] : is that a subtle way of saying a total twat? yes, yes i am.
[ Random ] : heh... uh huh.
[ Friendly ] : i think so, unless u piss me off. be warned year eights.
[ Smart ] : obviously.
[ Moody ] : yeah
[ Childish ] : a little bit. maybe dipsy is more the word.
[ Independent ] : pretty much.
[ Hard working ] : no way hose.
[ Organized ] : absolutely not
[ Healthy ] : nope
[ Emotionally Stable ] : hah!!!
[ Shy ] : not really... very occasionaly?
[ Difficult ] : very
[ Attractive ] : heh...
[ Bored Easily ] : no. confused, yes, but bored no.
[ Messy ] : very
[ Thirsty ] : right now? a tad...
[ Responsible ] : hardly.
[ Angry ] : sometimes
[ Sad ] : occasionaly
[ Happy ] : usually
[ Hyper ] : yeah
[ Trusting ] : not really.
[ Talkative ] : yeah

. . W H O .d O .Y O U .W A N T .t O . .
[ Kill ] : ALL THE YEAR EIGHTS AT MY SCHOOL. YOU LITTLE FUCKS I'LL GET YOU ONE DAY! and maybe the darkness, and gareth gates, and teenybopper girls... and LATHAN i hope the seaview crew really do stab you like they said they would. you deserve it. and verity on my bus, u filthy hateful spiteful bigheaded burnt up cunt.
[ Slap ] : izzi sometimes
[ Get Really Wasted With ] : max, just for an excuse to roll around on top of him. or lucy, cos i think shes scared of me but i reckon if i cud get her wasted she'd open up cos she seems really interesting and sweet. i'd dig a convo with her. lucy, if ur reading this, grab me sometime an we'll get high.
[ Get High With ] : lucy! or max! not that i haven't got high with max before, but this time just me and him... in a big king size bed...
[ Look Like ] : who do i WANT to look like?? umm... rose casper. she's a hottie *dribbles*
[ Talk To Offline ] : hannah. she never calls me these days :(
[ Talk To Online ] : max, all day every day.

. . N U M B E R S . .
[of times i have had my heart broken? ] : its bin bruised a couple of times but nothin major as yet.
[of hearts i have broken?] : many :p well, i think i broke Stalker Marks, but then again he WAS a boring trainee mechanic with no real prospects or interesting anythings at all and he WAS a stalker... in fact he was kinda lame.
[of boys i have kissed?] : 30+?? most of them at drunken parties and i dont remember their names. just the shape of their tongues.
[of girls i have kissed?] : probably 16 or 17...
[of tight friends?] : quite a few. a couple of best best friends.
[of cd's that i own?] : hey i counted yesterday!! thats so weird! ive got 456 but i bought a no comply album on a minor detour on my way home so 457.
[of things in my past that i regret?] : quite a lot.
I KNOW : hardly anything.
I WANT : a certain young man and a new mohican.
I HAVE : eh?
I WISH : the americans didnt have such a lot of money, and morals came into econimics.
I HATE : quite a few people.
I MISS : hannah
I FEAR : spiders, biology, german lessons, heights, ghosts, busted.
I HEAR : the beauty shop.
I WONDER : about a lot of things.
I REGRET : also, a lot of things.
I TRUST : no one... hehe.
I LOVE : a lot of people too...
I ACHE : in the bladder area, i gotta piss soooo bad.
I CARE : bear!
I ALWAYS : draw on stuff.
I AM NOT : particularly blessed with common sense or direction.
I DANCE : all the time. badly, but i do try.
I SING : very rarely.
I CRY : very occasionaly
I DO NOT ALWAYS : wash my hands (eeeuurgh)
I FIGHT : with my brother and in the war against the year eights. and izzi. a lot. do u know, her dad came in the room the other day and said "hey! are you two okay???" and we just kind of stared at him like he was insane, and he said "it's just... i haven't heard you screaming at eachother yet today." quite an apt statement actually.
I WRITE : words.
I WIN : flower shows. hahahaha
I LOSE : more often that not.
CONFUSE : myself almost every other second.
I LISTEN : to my music too loud.
I CAN USUALLY BE FOUND : in bournemouth town centre sitting on a wall with some people smoking a fag and frowning at the cackers, or putting up stickers in town, or standing around outside mr smiths waiting for a gig to start or sitting in my room with music on loud.
I NEED : a man *sighs* ... *then snorts with laughter*
I AM HAPPY : most of the time.
I SHOULD HAVE : a session on a sunbed.
I THINK : too much.
I TEND TO : babble about nothing for hours.
I TEND NOT TO : be tactful.
THIS TEST: wasted some of my evening.
 
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i fucking hate christmas   
04:48pm 11/12/2003
 
mood: creative
music: bikini kill "i like fucking"
it's true. i'm a fucking scrooge. it's so commercialised and egotistical... like, "hey i'll buy you a present, but you gotta buy me one too! HOORAY look i got tonnes o' presents!"

WHY DON'T YOU ALL GO OUT AND BUY YOURSELVES PRESENTS AT CHRISTMAS?!?!?! it'll cost you the same... you know you'll get what you want... it'll take the whole stress factor out...

me, i asked for an mp3 player from my parents, a new dislocated youth ep from shane, a 20 pack of russian smokes from bean, the morbo hates humans ep from leila+co and some more of that crazy pink vodka shit from hannah....mmmm....

i had to christmas shopping with my mum and grandparents today. we walked past this weird shop with lord of the rings replica swords in the window.... i was so tempted to kick the window in and just stab someone. shit my family wind me up like a coiled spring.

i came home and kicked my bed so hard i broke the bottom slats. oops.

i DID however get izzi the greatest thing! it's a heart shaped make up box / hand bag made of red satin with black lace over that... i guess its pretty gothish but she'll love it because it is pretty beautiful. im going to write her some words and print them out in perfect lettering and pin it to the inside and give it to her for christmas.

i got leila some thomas the tank engine chocolates. how thoughtful of me.

ive got cigarette burns on my arm. ouch ouch ouch. ones turned into a blister.

me and max went out to paint the town last night :) we went to mr kyps to see this singer dude who squatted with my parents in the 70's. he was fucking incredible. he used his guitar as a drum and did these incredible songs... and told these way funny stories in between songs that made me laugh so much...

i got home at about 2am last night... and then this morning i realised i had double physics at school so i just didn't go in. i couldnt be fucked with school today. so i hence why my mum made me go shopping with her.

i'm painting trackside tonight. keep your fingers crossed for me, people, or i might get run down by a train. i'm wearing a bandana so i will feel hiphop and get into it hahaha! i'm putting up so phat tny ppl murals... i wanna get a santa with his trousers down and some santa boxers and a huge "CHRISTMAS SUCKS" on the wall.

anyway... see ya later, im starving.

bites n kisses

alice

x
 
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drunken and disorderly   
04:51pm 08/12/2003
 
mood: pissed off
music: jahsoma - "king me"
i got a U in biology. better not tell the parents THAT grade.

hmm... what to write. that is the question.



last night in bournemouth it was soooooooooooo cold!!! the christmas lights are out and it was extra pretty... but by about midnight i actually thought i was going to fall over and die of icicles. i couldn't feel below my elbows and i dropped a bunch of tny ppl sticker sheets into the stream in the gardens cos i was shaking so much.

needless to say, when i got home at 2am i was not in the best of moods. and i had to get up at 7am for school.



just to get a U in biology.




i hate my life.









x
 
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03:26pm 07/12/2003
 
mood: bored
You're Perfect ^^
-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which
means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're
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i am sooooooooo bored.
 
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a fine week if i don't say so myself...   
12:22pm 07/12/2003
 
mood: hungry
music: weiser- joker card
okay, so after my depressive-emo-unrequited-love-from-max moment a few days ago things have started going swimmingly.

well almost...

I MISSED UKSUBS!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i totally forgot and izzi called me on thursday and shes all "hey bitchface! i just shook charlie harpers hand!" and ive bin lookin forward to that gig for ages and i remembered just at that moment n screamed down the phone at her and nearly ran into a wall i was so shitty.

then i sulked ALL thursday night and didnt sleep cos i was so busy being angry and then i was in a huge piss all friday. but mrs p let me loose on the display board in our chem room and i made the greatest display on chemistry ever made... even if it is a bit graff-stylee and angry and disorganised.

but friday night sunshine republic were playin so i was all "okay... i'll go and get crazy in the pit and clear my mind of all my UKsubs-less disapointment.

and... well it got complicated... but then i did manage to go and it was fucking mad. i watched two junkies having a lovers tiff which was fun. chris tried to break it up and the junkie bloke was all "ah man.. i love her really..." even though the junkie-lady had just been "I FOOKIN WISH ID NEVER MET YOU... I WISH UD NEVER GOT IN MA LIFE!!!"

everyone thought izzi was my dyke lover.

except max! who (HOORAY!!!) touched my shoulder and said "i understand" and did his cute smile... and i thought i was gonna have to drop to my knees and confess my undying love for him then and there but restrained...

naomi cornered me in the corridor during sunshine's set and questioned me about max which was embarassing. i hope she doesnt say anything... she's like his big sister figure and all and it'd be pretty awkward.

oh yeah... i got given some free cds. and got sold a jahsoma cd for £2 and a south coast hardcore cd by the girl from morbo hates humans which was exciting. shes hot.

well anyway yeah... friday night was wild. we got high, met some junkies, met some band members, got some of beckie's tit action, got TOUCHED ON THE ARM by max (hysterical giggling) awww...

and then saturday was even better cos max bought me cookies :D :D :D

really nice raspberry ones too, and he handpicked them from the cookie selection at the market.

oh yeah, and i went with izzi and sian to get their tats. sian got the one i drew out for her... its a little butterfly with FIDUCIA underneath which means faith or something. she got it pretty much o her mary. nice! she bared all to the creepy pervy tattoo guy.

then izzi got this MASSIVE fuckin winged thing on her ass with "my winged saviour" across it and a buncha stars. she had to kneal on the tattoo chair doggy stylee while the bloke branded her. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA it amusd me. she wont sit down for a month.

anyway... yeah i went to hollis last night, watched movies, gobbed at the tv screen when george w fucking cunt, i mean bush, came on the news, and generally caused havoc. we had pizza and holli made punch but had an allergic reaction which made me laugh so hard i thought id explode.

i need a cigarette.

see you later people. i have an art project and a biology project to do, both due in tomorrow, both have had at least 3 months to do them in.

tonight im going out train painting with the TMP crew tonight. ed's got a beautiful throw-up to spray and alex went to brixton yesterday and bought a tonne of paints from some dj/writer guy.

wish me luck.

alice

x
 
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the trials and tribulations of a teenage tramp   
05:00pm 03/12/2003
 
mood: loved
music: explosions in the sky - yeah i know thats "a bit emo..."
today leila, ali and i sat at the window and watched a "suspicious-looking gentleman" for a long time. he stood at his car and tapped his fingers on the roof for ages. it was quite entertaining.

even my RE teacher called me Alice No-mates today... he laughed and i smiled but secretly i was growling.

oh i'm so bored. i'm feeling emo today. i read this thing that made me sad last night, and max texted me and said:

"Alice you cant be sad! no way, you're never sad, and if you're sad, i can't smile or laugh... smile alice for me :) *strokes hair*... we're dry and there's not a microphone in sight..." (thats a complicated in joke i won't go into)

and it was SO CUTE i nearly ran up my road and all the way down the hill in my underwear in the rain just to hug him.

i can't believe i'm talking about a guy like that.

let's compare him to my previous crushes....

shane emailed me yesterday and said "Oi smelly! Email me back!" and texts me in the middle of the night saying "Oi oi! I'm well horny! I wanna fuck... wish u was ere. luv shane x" 'nuff said.

Hannah's mad at me i think. I feel bad because she feels bad. I never see her or talk anymore... it sucks cos i miss her but broken hearts are what u can expect after a summer of passion... or so i heard.

Rich doesn't talk to me anymore. Or anyone for that matter. In fact... he could be dead for all I know.

Alia... i don't know. She's alia. Full stop.

Will moved to New Zealand. Probably to escape me.

And there's my little guy max... who's cuter than an indescribably cute thing on a cute day who writes songs and cries sometimes and takes photos and gets my graff and likes the same music and appreciates all the weird things im into... and so he can be a bit dopey. but that makes him cuter.

AWWWWWW IM IN LOVE.



shit.



fucking emotions. i liked being the grumpy loner bitch who would bite of anyone's head who tried it on with them...




x
 
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the trials and tribulations of a teenage tramp   
05:00pm 03/12/2003
 
mood: loved
music: explosions in the sky - yeah i know thats "a bit emo..."
today leila, ali and i sat at the window and watched a "suspicious-looking gentleman" for a long time. he stood at his car and tapped his fingers on the roof for ages. it was quite entertaining.

even my RE teacher called me Alice No-mates today... he laughed and i smiled but secretly i was growling.

oh i'm so bored. i'm feeling emo today. i read this thing that made me sad last night, and max texted me and said:

"Alice you cant be sad! no way, you're never sad, and if you're sad, i can't smile or laugh... smile alice for me :) *strokes hair*... we're dry and there's not a microphone in sight..." (thats a complicated in joke i won't go into)

and it was SO CUTE i nearly ran up my road and all the way down the hill in my underwear in the rain just to hug him.

i can't believe i'm talking about a guy like that.

let's compare him to my previous crushes....

shane emailed me yesterday and said "Oi smelly! Email me back!" and texts me in the middle of the night saying "Oi oi! I'm well horny! I wanna fuck... wish u was ere. luv shane x" 'nuff said.

Hannah's mad at me i think. I feel bad because she feels bad. I never see her or talk anymore... it sucks cos i miss her but broken hearts are what u can expect after a summer of passion... or so i heard.

Rich doesn't talk to me anymore. Or anyone for that matter. In fact... he could be dead for all I know.

Alia... i don't know. She's alia. Full stop.

Will moved to New Zealand. Probably to escape me.

And there's my little guy max... who's cuter than an indescribably cute thing on a cute day who writes songs and cries sometimes and takes photos and gets my graff and likes the same music and appreciates all the weird things im into... and so he can be a bit dopey. but that makes him cuter.

AWWWWWW IM IN LOVE.



shit.



fucking emotions. i liked being the grumpy loner bitch who would bite of anyone's head who tried it on with them...




x
 
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my lesbian side   
08:14pm 01/12/2003
 
mood: lesbian-ish
music: L7 - shove
You're A Tomboy!
Tomboy:
You dress pretty casual and you have short hair
that's pretty easy to style. You are probably
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hahahaha!


amen to that

x
 
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*laughs incessantly*   
06:22pm 01/12/2003
 
mood: crazy
music: UKsubs
i just walked in on lara fucking mickey....


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHhahahahahahahahahahaha *wipes eye* oh god sorry... hehehe... oh that's a classic...



hang on.




they were at it in my bed.





fucking cunts.





it's not so funny now.
 
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the time of my life??   
05:25pm 01/12/2003
 
mood: distressed
music: the unseen
well hello there, motherfuckers.

i'm in such a shit mood. everything seemed to be going swimmingly today, and somehow it all went wrong in the space of like 60 minutes...

i was wandering down the corridor... last lesson of the day so i'm all "right let's get there quick and get this over with.." and im late anyway, and i reached the stairs in the RE department, and all of a sudden someone throws this door open, and about 30 little year 8 kids start pouring out... screaming and screaching and throwing paper aeroplanes and eating everything you can imagine to be really noisy to eat and generally being irritating...

ANYWAY i was like "oh for fucks sake" so i made a run for the stairs, surrounded by this swarm of midgety little annoying c***s and next thing theres ANOTHER bunch of em coming the other way, and they ALL STOPPED.

one girl next to me just stood there and laughed at her friend, like it's really funny to stop halfway down a flight of steps and hold up the older kid's who have very important GCSE lectures to get to and will go bollocked and a half if they miss any of them...

so i turned to this little cow next to me and yelled "DO YOU WANNA FUCKING GET MOVING THERE OR WHAT?!?!" and this voice goes "alice RALPH!!!" and it's the Langmeister behind me, giving me the evils and brandishing her how-to-be-a-bitchy-teacher-manual under her arm and she cornered me and i got a good long talk about respect for the younger kids and setting an example... so i was late for my lesson and got ANOTHER bollocking.

then me and izzi are running to catch the bus and mrs wotserface steps out and's all "IZZI WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT WEARING THOSE SHOES... WHERE ARE YOUR SCHOOL SHOES???" so we're late because she makes izzi change from her tatty skate trainers that i stole from her months ago and she only just retrieved them...

and THEN shane calls me and says "hey you, check your emails when you get home, alright? and oh yeah, im serious about what it says in the email..."

and i'm late for the bus and it rains on my head and i get cold.

then i get home and theres a message from mike asking if i wanna go to the cinema with him on saturday... on our own... and he'll pay... which sounds suspiciously like a date to me, and he sounds suspiciously like an alcoholic the more i get to know him...

and max sends me the cutest message because he's home ill (aww ... my poor baby!) about how he's sat in a big comfy chair listening to nice sounds from his stereo... and then he asked me if i wanted to dance with him and throw chairs... he's so cute!! and he said he's gonna miss me on saturday mornings now our college course is over... i'm gonna miss him tonnes too. i won't see him this weekend because it's toms birthday (FUCK WHAT AM I GONNA BUY HIM?!?!?!) and holli's video-watching-bumming-out-in-front-of-the-tv-birthday-bash thing and i cant miss that.

so now im just about ready to confess my undying love for my mr dade, and i miss him :(

and i check my emails and... well, i'll copy and paste it and u can see for urselves!::

From:
Punkleming@aol.com

To :
zerogirl_morgue@hotmail.com

Subject :
Ummm Alice......

Date :
Sun, 30 Nov 2003 16:28:34 EST

Reply Reply All Forward Delete Put in Folder...InboxSent MessagesDraftsTrash Can Printer Friendly Version

Ok i've like wanted to say this for a while but i kind of haven't had the chance and i don't know how you feel. I really like you and i wanted to know if you liked me?. Well if you do say so coz then i'll like ask you out if ya wanna! Why not it'l be fun!

(do actually) Love ya
Shane x x

From :
Punkleming@aol.com

To :
zerogirl_morgue@hotmail.com

Subject :
Re: michael jackson is... innocent?

Date :
Sun, 30 Nov 2003 13:10:26 EST

Reply Reply All Forward Delete Put in Folder...InboxSent MessagesDraftsTrash Can Printer Friendly Version

Alice Ralph. I love you.

Shane
xxx



AH FUCK WHAT AM I GOING TO DO???? i love shane but NOT like that... not anymore anyway. im over that whole "oooooooohiwantshanespenis" obsession i had a while back. now i just love him as my cute-friend-who-plays-in-a-great-band-guy, but he likes me and that poops it up.

and hannah is all upset because she thought i didn't like her anymore. she said "look, i thought i should make the effort to talk to you because it just feels like... i want you to like me again." and i put her straight and she got all embarrassed and blushed and said she felt stupid now and hasn't talked to me since. and AAAARGH because i LOVE hannah SO FUCKING MUCH!!! she's the ultimate in pal-ness! and now shes all weird with me.

and its guna be weird with shane.

and mike too.

and max isn't going to make a move because... he's max. and i'm not gonna make a move because... i'm me. and i get scared. and so does he. and i know he's all sad because he thinks i don't like him cos jo told me so... and... and...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!!! *head explodes*

alice

x
 
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mohicans, cigarettes, cider, riots, murder scenes, flaming hair, punk and dislocated young people...   
03:56pm 29/11/2003
 
mood: hot
music: babes in toyland: the demo recordings
well, the last two days have been pretty fucking awesome. i'll give you a nice long rundown of events in the last... i dunno, about 35 hours i guess, in the life of miss alice ralph aka. "graffiti girl"

well school finished early yesterday, at like 1 o'clock because it's the christmas fair today, and they needed to get everything ready so they kicked everyone out. that was cool, except the bus was like 15 minutes late and it pissed it down with rain. i got home and i was extra shitty, growling at my mum and having a go at my brother for being such a pathetic little shitehead at times. but my mum rules, and after i got changed and dried out a bit she gave me a lift down to izzis house.

izzi was making her new skirt. it was like a tiny black fitted beast, that just covers her ass. she had material all over her living room floor and the sewing machine out and everything. and as i walk up to her house and bang on the window, her gran walks up the drive and is like "OI!"

for those who aren't aware, izzis gran rules the planet. she has the ultimate voice ever, like really hoarse and crisp and crackly, and she has a really cute accent. we had a coversation, and she asked me if i could see out of only one eye, with all my hair in my face, except i thought she was telling me that she'd gone blind in one eye and got all sympathetic and confused...

i sat down and did shane's banner seeing as we had all the sewing crap out, (with a lot of help from izzis mum, THANKYOU VALERIE), and then we went up to izzis room to get ready. she gave me her new bra she bought that doesnt fit her, and its got this amazing push-up-padded thing goin on with it so i looked like i'd had a fucking breast enlargement all night. which actually worked wonders with how many young men (and women) approached me during the evening.

then i spiked up izzis mohican, with an ENTIRE can of hairspray, and it looked fucking gorgeous. it was perfect, about a foot and a bit long. we measured it as as tall as her head and a half. it was a beast, although when we were marching around bournemouth in the rain it got a bit limp and... well, as shane would put it, "izzi, you look like a turkey".

we took some photos of izzi doing brody poses with her hair in the bath (she was only half naked), and then we did all the shaving legs/make-up things you do before you go out...

we had some pizza before we left, and izzis mum dropped us off outside smiths at about 6.30. we went in and watched a couple of minutes of the soundcheck, and then me and izzi decided to go buy some fags. we had to walk down the hill first to get some money from the cash machine, and got hijacked by a bunch of drunken skater kids, who were amazed by izzis gravity defying hair, and kept stroking my tits (freaky).

well anyway, we got fags, got money, came back, went out with the bands and some other random tagalongs to get cider, got drunk... we ended up all hanging out around the triangle public toilets. in the ladies loos i made izzi lie down on the floor like a dead body and i drew a murder scene body shape around her in fat graff marker, mohican and all, and it ruled. then we thought it'd be amusing to bomb the mens loos, but some shithead had blocked the urinals and flooded the floor ankle deep in piss and fagends...

SHIT THIS COFFEE IS HOT!!!! whew...

and yeah, the browning were first on. they were okay. pretty hardcore songs with a kid who sounded like a 4-yr-old-on-helium on vocals. i was fooled into thinking the browning were max's band once... but that's another story altogether...
shane stood next to me by the side of the stage and nodded along, and said "they're not so bad" a lot.

then i looked down at my feet because i felt something weird at my ankles, and michael (who had drunk A LOT by this point) was curled up next me on my nazi jacket fast asleep. we were right by the speakers so how the fuck he managed that i dont know.

then came one of the near fatal accidents of the evening... we were standing right by the front, michael round my ankles, izzi at my side and ellie and holli behind me, watching everyone else try to start a mini-pit. i had a fag in my hand, and i was kind of standing at an angle holding it behind izzis back. anyway, i took a drag and accidently knocked izzi with my hand but she didnt notice... and neither did i till i glanced back and saw these sparks in her highly-flammable-highly-hairsprayed-mohican at the tip, and they were burning upwards... so i was like, "FUCK", and the next thing i know they sparked off into full on flames flickering up her spike, so i grabbed the spike with my hand and smothered it with my fingers... so im scalded now but izzi has hair so i guess its not so bad.

anyway, the evening was good, a lot of drunken rolling around... corner were good, they dedicated a song to bournemouth that went "WE'RE FROM BOURNEMOUTH *scream* SUNNY SUNNY BOURNEMOUTH *scream louder* AND IF YOU CAN'T HEAR US *start roaring* WE'LL SCREAM A LITTLE LOUDER" with full on screamo vocals. that rocked. well, anyway...

i was putting up a sticker strip outside on the bus station and mike turned up, and we had a discussion with me, max, mike and some guy i didn't know about the graff in the subway. that was pretty cool. and then i discussed some bands with max outside til we got too cold and went back inside again.

then i helped shane put the banner up behind the stage covering the MR SMITHS sign, in the interval. the whole audience were watching us and going "UP!!" "DOWN A BIT!!" "LEFT A LITTLE..." and then shane couldn't stick the pin into the wood with his midgety weakling strength, so i had to do it for him and he looked like a fucking twat, which amused me greatly.

then...

WOAH!!!! max just called me, and said that kma, who's like one of the best sticker writers in the UK, saw my stuff and kept going on about how cool they were... ah man, im so fucking flattered. he's the idol. man... woah. i'm actually feeling pretty humbled and honoured right now... haha! i dont know what to say now. fuck.

what was i saying? haha... oh yeah. then we went outside and found this pub, with all these townie guys in there, and they were giving us all the finger through the window when they saw the little punk kids and the mohawks and shit... so we're all dancing around outside just to piss them off, and everyone else is laughing their asses off... then we had a "michael jackson: innocent or guilty?" debate, and then a run down of every dodgy "michael jackson/sex with minors" joke in the book from young michael (not jackson) who had done enough running around dancing to get his body pumping the alcohol from his head again, and wasn't quite so paraletic anymore...

then dislocated youth FINALLY graced the stage, and it took a while for them to get started. the guitars fucked up so they had to stop to yell at the sound man... and then fucking tabram messed up the bass a bit. then they lost it during presidential BJ. but despite a few problems here and there, they fucking tore the place apart. they played Riot, and there was a massive great pit, with michael dancing around the edge happily clapping away, and louis pogoing around in the middle somewhere... then they did a UKsubs cover, and then Riot again because people started screaming "I WANNA RIOT OI OI OI!!!" and throwing beer bottles. it was actually one of the greatest shows ive seen at smiths...

me and ben started a pit, and within about 5 seconds louis and izzi had jointly conspired against me and i got floored... doing like 4 roly-poly's across the clubs floor... woah.... and now im fucking bruised but its cool.

shane forgot to dedicate decadent of an endangered species to me, which is my favourite song of theirs. i got pissed off, but was secretly flattered cos i checked this morning and on his site he put a massive thankyou to me and izzi for the banner although izzi had nothing to do with it, just her mum.

ANYWAY, the evening went on, more alcohol, more cigarettes, more violence... and a lot of hugging and feeling between various people in the club. it was nice cos i knew quite a lot of them. the barmaid felt my ass which did actually scare me a little bit. then she asked for a light so i gave it to her and told her to keep it, because i'm so lovely. and it had nearly run outta lighter fluid.

dad picked me up, and i stayed up all night drinking coffee and writing the zine thing im working on for this dykecore underground thing we're trying to get off the ground. i had a spliff at about 4am and then slept through til like 8.30, when annie and beth came round to get me for college.

the college course im doing rocks. it was the last session today, so i guess technically im not doing it anymore. its photography, so i can starting snapping some local bands and shit. i did a contact print of some negs i took of the local graff scene. i blew up this one picture i took of the back of a billboard up at the hall of fame, with all the tags across the back and its fucking beautiful. i might frame it, because i love it. its got an awesome pyro tag right across the back, perfect...

anyway, im kinda hungover from the last day or so, and i have a lotta schoolwork to catch up on because ive been so lazy recently so i'd better go...

alice (after 2 good days of partying)
x

ps. oh yeah, i failed my german exam and got a D. starosta said anyone who got under a B should be ashamed of themselves, which was encouraging. and izzi's parents found out about her tattoo... and she got scared and thought they were guna ground her til she was 18, until she just texted me and said her dad likes it and her mums not too bothered. heh. buh bye.
 
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mohicans, cigarettes, cider, riots, murder scenes, flaming hair, punk and dislocated young people...   
03:56pm 29/11/2003
 
mood: hot
music: babes in toyland: the demo recordings
well, the last two days have been pretty fucking awesome. i'll give you a nice long rundown of events in the last... i dunno, about 35 hours i guess, in the life of miss alice ralph aka. "graffiti girl"

well school finished early yesterday, at like 1 o'clock because it's the christmas fair today, and they needed to get everything ready so they kicked everyone out. that was cool, except the bus was like 15 minutes late and it pissed it down with rain. i got home and i was extra shitty, growling at my mum and having a go at my brother for being such a pathetic little shitehead at times. but my mum rules, and after i got changed and dried out a bit she gave me a lift down to izzis house.

izzi was making her new skirt. it was like a tiny black fitted beast, that just covers her ass. she had material all over her living room floor and the sewing machine out and everything. and as i walk up to her house and bang on the window, her gran walks up the drive and is like "OI!"

for those who aren't aware, izzis gran rules the planet. she has the ultimate voice ever, like really hoarse and crisp and crackly, and she has a really cute accent. we had a coversation, and she asked me if i could see out of only one eye, with all my hair in my face, except i thought she was telling me that she'd gone blind in one eye and got all sympathetic and confused...

i sat down and did shane's banner seeing as we had all the sewing crap out, (with a lot of help from izzis mum, THANKYOU VALERIE), and then we went up to izzis room to get ready. she gave me her new bra she bought that doesnt fit her, and its got this amazing push-up-padded thing goin on with it so i looked like i'd had a fucking breast enlargement all night. which actually worked wonders with how many young men (and women) approached me during the evening.

then i spiked up izzis mohican, with an ENTIRE can of hairspray, and it looked fucking gorgeous. it was perfect, about a foot and a bit long. we measured it as as tall as her head and a half. it was a beast, although when we were marching around bournemouth in the rain it got a bit limp and... well, as shane would put it, "izzi, you look like a turkey".

we took some photos of izzi doing brody poses with her hair in the bath (she was only half naked), and then we did all the shaving legs/make-up things you do before you go out...

we had some pizza before we left, and izzis mum dropped us off outside smiths at about 6.30. we went in and watched a couple of minutes of the soundcheck, and then me and izzi decided to go buy some fags. we had to walk down the hill first to get some money from the cash machine, and got hijacked by a bunch of drunken skater kids, who were amazed by izzis gravity defying hair, and kept stroking my tits (freaky).

well anyway, we got fags, got money, came back, went out with the bands and some other random tagalongs to get cider, got drunk... we ended up all hanging out around the triangle public toilets. in the ladies loos i made izzi lie down on the floor like a dead body and i drew a murder scene body shape around her in fat graff marker, mohican and all, and it ruled. then we thought it'd be amusing to bomb the mens loos, but some shithead had blocked the urinals and flooded the floor ankle deep in piss and fagends...

SHIT THIS COFFEE IS HOT!!!! whew...

and yeah, the browning were first on. they were okay. pretty hardcore songs with a kid who sounded like a 4-yr-old-on-helium on vocals. i was fooled into thinking the browning were max's band once... but that's another story altogether...
shane stood next to me by the side of the stage and nodded along, and said "they're not so bad" a lot.

then i looked down at my feet because i felt something weird at my ankles, and michael (who had drunk A LOT by this point) was curled up next me on my nazi jacket fast asleep. we were right by the speakers so how the fuck he managed that i dont know.

then came one of the near fatal accidents of the evening... we were standing right by the front, michael round my ankles, izzi at my side and ellie and holli behind me, watching everyone else try to start a mini-pit. i had a fag in my hand, and i was kind of standing at an angle holding it behind izzis back. anyway, i took a drag and accidently knocked izzi with my hand but she didnt notice... and neither did i till i glanced back and saw these sparks in her highly-flammable-highly-hairsprayed-mohican at the tip, and they were burning upwards... so i was like, "FUCK", and the next thing i know they sparked off into full on flames flickering up her spike, so i grabbed the spike with my hand and smothered it with my fingers... so im scalded now but izzi has hair so i guess its not so bad.

anyway, the evening was good, a lot of drunken rolling around... corner were good, they dedicated a song to bournemouth that went "WE'RE FROM BOURNEMOUTH *scream* SUNNY SUNNY BOURNEMOUTH *scream louder* AND IF YOU CAN'T HEAR US *start roaring* WE'LL SCREAM A LITTLE LOUDER" with full on screamo vocals. that rocked. well, anyway...

i was putting up a sticker strip outside on the bus station and mike turned up, and we had a discussion with me, max, mike and some guy i didn't know about the graff in the subway. that was pretty cool. and then i discussed some bands with max outside til we got too cold and went back inside again.

then i helped shane put the banner up behind the stage covering the MR SMITHS sign, in the interval. the whole audience were watching us and going "UP!!" "DOWN A BIT!!" "LEFT A LITTLE..." and then shane couldn't stick the pin into the wood with his midgety weakling strength, so i had to do it for him and he looked like a fucking twat, which amused me greatly.

then...

WOAH!!!! max just called me, and said that kma, who's like one of the best sticker writers in the UK, saw my stuff and kept going on about how cool they were... ah man, im so fucking flattered. he's the idol. man... woah. i'm actually feeling pretty humbled and honoured right now... haha! i dont know what to say now. fuck.

what was i saying? haha... oh yeah. then we went outside and found this pub, with all these townie guys in there, and they were giving us all the finger through the window when they saw the little punk kids and the mohawks and shit... so we're all dancing around outside just to piss them off, and everyone else is laughing their asses off... then we had a "michael jackson: innocent or guilty?" debate, and then a run down of every dodgy "michael jackson/sex with minors" joke in the book from young michael (not jackson) who had done enough running around dancing to get his body pumping the alcohol from his head again, and wasn't quite so paraletic anymore...

then dislocated youth FINALLY graced the stage, and it took a while for them to get started. the guitars fucked up so they had to stop to yell at the sound man... and then fucking tabram messed up the bass a bit. then they lost it during presidential BJ. but despite a few problems here and there, they fucking tore the place apart. they played Riot, and there was a massive great pit, with michael dancing around the edge happily clapping away, and louis pogoing around in the middle somewhere... then they did a UKsubs cover, and then Riot again because people started screaming "I WANNA RIOT OI OI OI!!!" and throwing beer bottles. it was actually one of the greatest shows ive seen at smiths...

me and ben started a pit, and within about 5 seconds louis and izzi had jointly conspired against me and i got floored... doing like 4 roly-poly's across the clubs floor... woah.... and now im fucking bruised but its cool.

shane forgot to dedicate decadent of an endangered species to me, which is my favourite song of theirs. i got pissed off, but was secretly flattered cos i checked this morning and on his site he put a massive thankyou to me and izzi for the banner although izzi had nothing to do with it, just her mum.

ANYWAY, the evening went on, more alcohol, more cigarettes, more violence... and a lot of hugging and feeling between various people in the club. it was nice cos i knew quite a lot of them. the barmaid felt my ass which did actually scare me a little bit. then she asked for a light so i gave it to her and told her to keep it, because i'm so lovely. and it had nearly run outta lighter fluid.

dad picked me up, and i stayed up all night drinking coffee and writing the zine thing im working on for this dykecore underground thing we're trying to get off the ground. i had a spliff at about 4am and then slept through til like 8.30, when annie and beth came round to get me for college.

the college course im doing rocks. it was the last session today, so i guess technically im not doing it anymore. its photography, so i can starting snapping some local bands and shit. i did a contact print of some negs i took of the local graff scene. i blew up this one picture i took of the back of a billboard up at the hall of fame, with all the tags across the back and its fucking beautiful. i might frame it, because i love it. its got an awesome pyro tag right across the back, perfect...

anyway, im kinda hungover from the last day or so, and i have a lotta schoolwork to catch up on because ive been so lazy recently so i'd better go...

alice (after 2 good days of partying)
x

ps. oh yeah, i failed my german exam and got a D. starosta said anyone who got under a B should be ashamed of themselves, which was encouraging. and izzi's parents found out about her tattoo... and she got scared and thought they were guna ground her til she was 18, until she just texted me and said her dad likes it and her mums not too bothered. heh. buh bye.
 
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07:04pm 27/11/2003
 
mood: numb
music: from ashes to autumn
max woke me up at 6.17 this morning with a text saying "i cant sleep alice... help me, help me, wake me, kill me... touch me kitten max x"

i took it as a compliment and texted back... ooh hey he just texted me right this second. he says (and i quote him perfect):

"They came out pretty cool [he's talking about the photos he took in london on monday], the first crazy guy looks funny, i think he's polish :) tonight's gonna be scary :s and it'l be so cold [he's going to go out photographing the TMP crew painting a train] i have some more stickers!well.. almost, i havnt done them :) im super hungry tonight.. dashboard confessional are keeping me smiling.. you sound way busy alice, i'll let you work! later, i'm waving at you :) skylights ignite and explode scattering shards of april around the room. max x x"

awwwww! he's pretty darn cute really...

i guess it sucked today other than that. i missed the bus in the morning and then it was late on the way home. i got cold and damp outside. i burnt my fingers in megs coffee because i went to get her some from the canteen, but the there were no lids, and we're not allowed to take hot drinks out the canteen without lids... so i'm all "ah fuck it" and strolled out without any lids, and right there is ol' shinny yelling at people... so i'm like "shit!" and dived out the doorway and made a quick exit before she saw me, but i had to go allll the way round outside and spilt coffee ALL over my hands.

then in english we're reading this old shakespearian-OTT poem about sex and theres this line that's basically about worms crawling inside some ol' dead girl's mary and wiggling about and taking her Precious V, and the teacher had to ask ME why the poet used that line... so the whole class stare at me and grin, like "heh what's she guna say to THAT?!" because like no-one there DIDN'T know what it meant. and i'm like "eerrrrrmmm... well, like, it's a pretty sick... erm, image, you know, like worms... crawling... around... inside her {queue laughter from the rest of the class and more stammering from me} and... it's shocking to the reader..." and then i had a moment of brilliance and said "it must have been pretty contraversial for the time, so people would have been even more shocked by it." and Miss Bog-off kissed my ass for THAT piece of genius.

hell yes. im cold. and my pizzas taking AGES to cook. i think i might have set the oven to Defrost...

alice
x
 
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