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Wednesday, June 28, 2006
A boo.
I stole this from Kelsey
full name: Ahlon T. Gavins
Time started: 5:50
nickname(s): Lara Croft, Lona, Lonnie, Lon-Lon
birthday: December 24, 1991
where were you born: Livonia, Michigan
zodiac sign: Capricorn
height: Five feet, 2 inches
weight: I may be 190
hair color: Black
eye color: brown
shoe size: 8 1/2 or 9 wide
ring size: like a nince
skin type (freckles, tan, albino, etc): bad, black
blood type: ummm
grade: Going into 9th
GPA: about 3.9
siblings: two younger brothers
tattoos: I wish
piercings: two earring holes
hobbies: internet, sleeping, boys, anime, music, reading horror stories, DDR, singing, talking on the phone, reading stories, writing stories.
favorite -
color: pink and black
food: shrimp tempura
candy: chocolate
type of cheese: white cheddar
pizza topping: peperoni
salad dressing: Honey Catalina
sandwich: grilled cheese
cereal: Cinnamon Toast Crunch
fruit: pomergrante
vegetable: brussel sprouts
berry: umm. . .
cake: chocolate cake
book: I have a lot of them.
movie: Memoirs of a Geisha, RENT, others.
magazine: PEOPLE
newspaper: Ann Arbor News
tv show: CSI, Girlfriends, Degrassi, etc.
website: Blue Bliss and YourOtaku
radio station: 95.5
font: Century Gothic
cartoon character: Hello Kitty, Tare Panda, Mandy (Grimm Adventures), Kuro Neko
artist (painter): Monet
actor: Johnny Depp, Ken Watanabe, and Viggo Mortensen
actress: ANGELINA JOLIE and Ziyi Zhang
CD: Umm. . .
song: Right now, its between Little Red Corvette, In Over My Head (Cable Car), The Meaning of Peace, and some songs by Mary J. Blige
music group: Black Eyed Peas
music type: R&B, Hip-Hop, Funk, Rap, Rock, pop, J-pop
day of the week: Saturday
month: December
season: Winter
holiday: Christmas
shampoo: Pantene
conditioner: Pantene
number: 22
phrase: "Durr", "Mhm", "Ahlon Rulez"
store: Borders
weather: Cloudy
restaurant: Olive Garden
channel: Cartoon Network, Courtv
teacher: Mrs. Weathers, Mrs. Micik, and Mr. Crowner
weekend activity: On the internet
hangout: My home
house color: red/yello
sport to watch: Basketball (though I never watch sports).
sport to play: Don't play sports.
animal: Cats or Bushbaby
flower: Roses
guy's name: Julian or Alexander
girl's name: Angelina, Hotaru, Azin, Yuki
board game: LIFE
party game: ...
story from childhood: Little Mermaid
body part: butt
have you ever -
been on a train: Yes
been on a plane: yes
been in a car accident: no
caused a car accident: no
run into a wall: yes
burned a potato chip: no
almost burned the house down: yeah.
smoked: No
been drunk: No.
been high: No
broken the law: yeah
burned a CD (if yes, the one above is yes): yes
kissed someone of the opposite sex: No
kissed someone of the same sex: No.
frenched an animal: No. Ew.
made out: No
had cyber sex: . . . depends. . .
gotten engaged: No
had an online relationship: I suppose.
been rejected by a crush: Yeah
loved: Not romantically
made yourself cry to get out of trouble: Yeah
cried in public: Yeah
cried over a movie: Yes.
fallen asleep in a movie theater: nope
given someone a bath: yeah
been to a boarding school: nope
been home-schooled: No.
lost a valuable item: Yep. D:
bungee jumped: Hell No
skied: no
met the president: Nope.
met a celebrity: God, I wish.
gotten a cavity: no
shopped at abercrombie & fitch: Hell No.
made a prank call: Yeah
skipped school: yeah
faked sick to get out of school: Yeah
tried topurchased something that you knew didn't fit: . . . kinda
climbed a tree: Yeah
fallen from a tree: No.
broken a bone: No.
sprained anything: Hand
passed out: no.
made yourself pass out: no
been to disney world: no.
been to a theme park (not disney): Cedar Point
said i love you and meant it (not to a relative): No
made a model volcano (working model): No
made a clover leaf with your tounge: Yeah
past -
what did you do yesterday: Go over Michelle's house
memory you miss the most: Ummmm. . . uhh. . .
memory you want to forget: Quite a few. . .
something you regretted after it was done: Not much
the last song you heard: Check Up On It by Beyonce
CD you bought: Disney Mania
thing you said: "Go get the phone" to my brother
time you cried: Last week
movie seen in a theater: Ice Age 2: The Meltdown
thing you ate: Frostied Flakes
person who called: Jena
nail polish shade worn: Reddish purple
time you showered: last night
person who complimented you:Michelle
what are you listening to: Danny Phantom
what are you wearing: Red shirt, jeans
what are you thinking: about the answer to this question
what are you scared of most: being alone
how many people are on your buddy list: 23
future -
occupation:Writer
marriage site: in a church
honeymoon: Somewhere secluded
place to live: Tokyo, Japan
kids: two
car: slugbug. But if I live in Japan, technically I don't need a car.
what are you doing tomorrow: going to a party
do you think george bush will be reelected: I pray not
will there be a wwIII: Yeah
will politics ever be truthful: When I'm a supermodel
will humanity snuff itself out: Yeah.
can the gov. be changed: Maybe
friends -
best friend: I have many
funniest: Hannah
silliest: Lizzie
loudest: Kirstie
quietest: Rachael
craziest: Lisa
calmest: Rachael
skinniest: Aviva
best secret keeper: Kelsey
worst secret keeper: Jena
the one you have but don't want: . . . . umm. . . yah. . .
smartest: . . .
preppiest: . . . Katie, probably
peppiest: Michelle
most hyper: Lizzie
hottest: . . .
weirdest: Jena
biggest pervert: Hannah (I love you)
most annyoing: Michelle (only when she says dumb thinks)
shyest: Caitlyn
most religious: Katie or Bola, whichever.
do you believe in -
heaven: sorta
hell: Yes, since that's where I'm going. XD
angels: yes
devil: yes
god:yes
buddha: Yeah
aliens: Fuck yes.
ghosts: Yah
spirit (soul): Yeah
soulmates: . . . as of now. . . no.
reincarnation: Yeah
love at first sight: Yeah
karma: Yup.
love in general: Yes
luck: Sometimes
yourself: Sometimes
crush -
first crush: Tyler
a celebrity crush: Will Smith, Johnny Depp
who do you want to be with right now: A man, nice and warm
whose number do you want: mm. . . Angelina Jolie's.
who do you want to kiss: Johnny Depp
what is something you don't understand about the opposite sex: They're assholes.
if you could go on a date with anybody, who would it be: Brad Pitt
on scale of one to ten, how romantic are you: 4
first thing noticed about the opposite sex: How annoying they are
what do you look for personality-wise: Sense of humor, somewhat romantic, crazy, loud, not afraid to think what they think
biggest turn on: Hair/looks/Eyes/sense of humors
biggest turn off: stupidity and needy, boring,
something they wear that turns you on: a tatoo
something they wear that turns you off: leather pants
the most romantic thing you want to happen to you: For them to sing to me
the most romantic thing that has happened to you: Nothing.
what do you wear on a coffee date:Clothes
is it right to flirt if you're taken: yeah. .. if your boyfriend does it why can't you
is cyber cheating: Good question
are eyes the passegeway to the soul: Uh. . . yah. . .
who would you like to take to the prom: I WANNA GO TO THE PROM!!! DAMN!
do you want to hug somebody right now: Yeah
do you know what an aphrodisiac is: Yeah
describe -
mellow: calm, boring
melancholy: sullen
the perfect date: One where he isn't an ass, and trying to get into my pants. An intelligant conversation about nothing
the perfect mate: One. . . who. . . will argue with me and is a tad narcissitic
how m&m's are made: erm
why manhole covers are round: Because God willed it.
coke/pepsi: pepsi
sprite/7-up: Sprite
boxers/briefs: boxers
gold/silver: gold
vanilla/chocolate: chocolate
flowers/candy: candy
book/magazine: Book
tv/radio: TV
glass half empty/half full: It's half empty
democrat/republican: Democrat
colored pencils/markers: Colored pencils
coffee/tea: tea
sun/moon: Moon
day/night: Night
hot/cold: cold
dog/cat: cat
button/zipper: Zipper
cotton/feather pillow: feather
blue/purple: Purple
plumber/trashman: plumber
jeans/shorts: jeans
long distance relationship/none: Long distance relationship
mechanical/regular pencil: mechanical
matt/ben: Matt
that 70's show/simpsons: Simpsons
kelso/eric: Kelso
donna/jackie: Donna
bart/lisa: Lisa
romeo/juliet: Juliet
romantic comedy/thriller: Thriller
nsync/bsb: N*sync
peanut butter/jelly: Peanut Butter
waffles/pancakes: Pancakes
letter/email: E-mail
florida/california: California
pizza/burgers: Pizza
hat/visor: niether
football/rugby: American Football, which needs a better name
iceskating/blading: Ice skating
movie at home/in theater: Theatre
first thing you think of when you hear -
yellow: pee
red lipstick: lipstick
socks: hunh?
cowtipping: Sounds dirty
moulin rouge: sucked. She died.
greenland: Europe
iceland: boo
harry potter: better not die
red: the Kotex dot
blackberry: stain
rose: Chick from Titanic
rooster: EW!
taxes: . . . Ew.
bill clinton: Closetest to a black president as we're gonna get
whipped cream: mm. . .
george w. bush: need to . . . erm. . .
lollipops: the long ones that you suck for hours
dreams: tylenol
love: Will. I. Am.
guys: Damn
south park: Ew.
boy bands: Gong Bang Shin Ki
pengiuns: Blue
girls: Mimi.
thong: shouldn't be seen.
death: dying
spoons: nasty stuf
junk mail: bills
dairy: yogurt
panties: sex
your father: ugh
pizza: Benitos
britney spears: Whore
vitamin: food
are you -
happy: no
sad: no
religious: no
bitchy: yeah
crazy: yah
messy: yah
mad: yah
slacker: yah
nerd: yah
bookworm: yah.
jock: Hell to the Naw
preppy:NO
selfish: . . . Yeah
giving: kinda
obsessive: Hell to the yah
violent: Yeah
calm: sometimes
peaceful:mmm
mellow: no
eccentric: yeah
caring: yah
untrustworthy: kidna
loyal: Yes
patriotic: no
perverted: Very
colorful: yeah. . . kinda. . .
artistic: yah
Miscellanoues -
what color is your jacket: purple
do you shave: Yeah, unless I'm in France
where: armpits and sometimes my legs
what color is your razor: pink
what size is your bed: queen
what color crayon would you be: magenta
what are the last four digits of you phone number: 5414
feelings on abortion: do what you want.
how long does it take you to shower: 15 minutes +
what does your screenname mean: danana? I'm the NaNa or the Ahlon. Durr.
thoughts on blonde pop stars in general: whores, except Christina Aguliera.
who do you trust the most: My friends
is cussing a necessity in life: yes.
how about coffee:Coffee good.
is the world screwed: Yah
what something you can't live without: internet
what time did you fall asleep: 1 something
know what 69 means: vaguely
how about 143: hell if I know.
can you live without a microwave: no
what do you think about death: inevitable
where and when do you want to be married: where: I don't care. When: Soon.
do you want to drop out of school: Couldn't if I wanted
why is the sky blue: because of chemicals
what is a good trait about yourself: . . . Sense of humor
what do you always think about: Stories
what is wrong with your school: Hnh. A lot
what is right with your school: My lozers. Or friends. Whichever.
how do you react to change: With time
do you talk to yourself: I'm talking to myself now.
what is your opinion on love: It better find me soon
can you afford to lose weight: Yeah
what color would you dye your hair: Pink
best thing anyone's told you: "Ahlon, your a good person, despite what peeps my think."
does being psycho appeal to you: yeah
if you wrote a book, what would it be about: Twin Blackenese girls
what would you change your name to: Angelina
longest crush lasted how long:a year
time finished: 7:09 (with LONG breaks in between)
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Final Fantasy: Advent Children
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FF:AC!!!!!!
OHHHHH! YEAH!!!!!!
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The End
We're not friends anymore.
Lizzie and I, I mean.
She sent me an email. Its over.
The End.
I guess. . . in the end. . . none of it really matters, anymore. . .
I hate that I do that. You know, make plans to be one way for a long period of time and the BAM. Something changes everything. But, I've adapted before, now. . . now I dunno.
Aviva's had enough of me in D.C. I want really bad to call her and tell her everything that going on. Since, really, her, Kirstie, Jason, Kilah, Lexi, Allie, Hannah (Annie), Kelsey (Polly), Jena, and Katie are all the friends I really have left. . .
But I don't wanna bother her.
I'm pondering whether I should get a refund for my Cedar Point money. I have no one to hang out with. . . how fun is that?
So. . . there. . .
The song in the backround, I love it soooo much. Its THE MEANING OF PEACE by BoA and Koda Kumi, two of my favorite Jpop singers. It'll be here for awhile. The song makes me happy.
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Tuesday, May 9, 2006
Lizzie
She actually believes that I'm a lesbian.
According to Elizabeth G. that is.
She says that Lizzie (who ate with them at lunch yesterday) said she was angry with me because she believes the rumors that I'm a lesbian.
Believe me, I see no issue (what-so-ever) with being a lesbian. . . only, ya know, I'm not. Actually, hold a conversation with me sometime. You'll know that I'm anything but.
That makes me so mad.
Today, in choir we were singing FOR GOOD from the play WICKED. And I'm sitting right next to Lizzie.
I thought I was going to cry, you know?
What type of friends to I have who don't even want to stand by me?
God.
. . .
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Monday, May 8, 2006
D.C. (And afterward)
THE TRUTH ABOUT WASHINGTON D.C.
By: Me
Day One:
D.C., the Nation's Capital, is looming ahead and I'm rather excited. There are really a couple main reasons for this, considering I've been on a stinky bus since 6-something in the morning, the Peroxide Puppies are screaming and laughing and being dumb behind me, and there's some movie that I don't like on.
Coach Carter, I believe.
So, our air conditioning isn't working and Lizzie and I are over giddy, my ipod has run outta batteries and I want so badly to fall asleep. The sky is dark and its almost 9 o'clock (estimated time of arrival) and there's all these lights.
I take a few pictures on my camera phone of the Potomic River and then lean back.
More giggles from the PPs.
So, when we get off the bus and make our way to the EXTREMELY slow elevator (Mr. Soos' cheap ass made us stay at Best Western) and went into our room.
Now, this is where things get a bit iffy. Like an opening to a movie that seems pretty good, but then kinda has the bumpy up-and-down-good-or-bad thing going on, ya know?
Aviva was kinda grumpy. I mean, I totally get she's an only child, but really. She was always saying, "We need to be quiet, we need to go to sleep, blah. . . blah. . . blah. . . " But we kinda had fun. I mean she wasn't sooooo anal all the time. Just when it came to that stuff.
Amber (who wasn't our original group member. Soos, again) was on the phone basically ALL night.
So, Aviva and I took a shower that night and went to sleep.
Day Two:
This is where things get a bit fuzzy.
We saw the Vietnam Memorial, met our Tour Guide John (Who, I'm going to call Nigel) and saw FDR memorial, along with WWII.
Then, Aviva, Lizzie, and I (along with Kristina, Ms. Kish, and Ms. Cleary) got lost. Seperated from Guzz-Guzz, John, and all of bus one.
Then Guzz-Guzz yelled at us.
Here's the WHOLE STORY. . .
Ya see, Lizzie, Aviva, and I were at the Lincoln Memorial and I'd just given the single most psychological answer to one of Nigel's questions. And he was all, "Now, we're going to stand where Martin Luther King stood for his I have a dream speech."
Lizzie and I walked off to the side (I think we were following Aviva) and held onto the banister becayse those stairs are MASSIVE. And so, seeing Aviva, we caught up with her and followed Cleary and Kish.
We asked to go back, but they--evidently lost, also--said that was a bad idea and we continued to the bus.
Well, I guess we worried Guzz-Guzz (who is my teacher, Mrs. Guzzardo) because SOON AS we were off that bus she scolded us.
Aviva and Lizzie felt REALLY guilty about that and got mad at me when I kept making jokes. They were all, "Why do you always have to make light of a situation?!" "This isn't funny."
And I just let it slide. I couldn't feel guilty about something that was not my fault. I mean, she didn't even let us explain what happened.
Day Three:
Lizzie was driving me INSANE!! It started off when I was going to get something she was all, "Wanna run get my name tag?" and I didn't really, and told her that, but she didn't seem to care and when I couldn't find it she sent Aviva.
Well, Aviva couldn't find it either and it turns out its in her bag. Here's a notebook entry I wrote on that day:
In my dream last night, men were marching. They had tailored black suits adn shiny black shoes.
And they were marching.
All in a straight line.
Thousands of them.
One by one, around them, people were suffering, dying, and being tortured.
But, unfazed, those men marched on.
I figured it was symbolic, and quite often when I'm pissed off, I refer to that dream. And . . . well. . . change certain details to fit my point.
But there is one tiny itsy bitsy thing that REALLY pisses me off.
When people deliberately ignore me.
And its happening NOW.
I've done massive amounts of idiotic, half thought out schemes, but this was actually the most moronic. I asked my two best friends (both anal) to share a room in D.C.
That screams DUMBASS, right there.
I mean, today was HORRID and is spiraling downward at a rapid rate.
Lets account of all:
I love Lizzie and Vivi, really I do. They're cool. A bit bizzare, but cool.
All day, though, Lizzie has been managing to piss me off. Stupuid, annoying things that really drive me insane!! So, I get really mad at her at the Smithsonian.
So she attaches herself to Aviva at the Art Museum and am almost completely ignored by both of them.
Then, in the gift shop I was acknowledged three major times. Once when they told me about the Japanese display; When I wasnted to show Aviva the framed version of Lady with a parasol to which I was answered as, "Lizzie?"
And third when they wanted to leave and decieded that my buying of something was unimportant.
THEN I WAS COMPLETELY IGNORED AT THE NATURE MUSEUM.
They walked off without me and came back 2 HOURS later, laughing. Then, Lizzie, the nerve was all, "wanna sit with me on the bus, Aviva?"
I could put my head in a toliet about now. Or I would be willing to--nevermind. Whatever. I really don't care.
'Cause you know, I don't have to deal with it.
Soo, that was on the bus toward Smokey Glen. And Lizzie and I got into these fights at the hotel room.
Day Four:
Dude, Alex H. had sex with goo. And was all, "I raped the goo." to every girl who walked passed.
Lizzie?
We had an on and off day, then, finally evened out and talked almost all the way home.
AND SAW THE CUTEST BABY IN THE WORLD!!!!! At the bus stop!
That was D.C.
The wholllle truth.
Here's some funny convo's, though.
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Lizzie: I don't want to sleep with her! I don't know her! How do I know she doesn't have some disease transmitted by bed sheets? Hunh?
Me: Fine. Sleep with me.
Aviva: I wanna sleep with you!
Me:. . . Well, this poses a problem, doesn't it?
Lizzie: I pledge allgience to the the flag of the United States of American and to the republic--- DRINK MILK!
Tour Guide: So, both the north and the south are fighting for freedom. What stops them from compromise?
Me: Testorone.
Aviva: I don't see why people thing I'm a lesbian. . .I mean. . .
Me: Aviva! How. . . how could you say that. . . I . . . I loved you. . .
So, that was the truth about D.C.
Now, here's Today:
I don't know what's Lizzie's problem. But she's being a bitch. Toooooo much of a bitch for my sake.
I mean, I haven't done shit to her.
But it seems like ever since D.C. and she found out people think we're Lesbians she's been all 'Rawr' at me. Like, she has this sudden PERSONAL SPACE bullshit. And in choir today, when I had to sit next to her she all rolled her eyes.
Today she was being bitchy for no reason. This morning she stole the swivel chair I always sit in and wouldn't get up until she had to go. And she only talked to me when SHE wanted to.
Then had the nerve to ask me for my pen in choir.
I mean, what's up with that?
But . . . anyway. . . I got to talk to Brenden. . .
He stood at the bus stop and talked with Kirstie and me. Only he brought these girls he wanted to ask out in it frequently.
I can't believe I still like him. . . I mean. . . not like he'll ever want me. I'm all ugly.
Maybe, I'm starting to think, Lizzie was right. I am ugly with a pig nose and no one would go out with me.
Well, at least I picked a career in which my ugliness can remain a secret.
Unlike her. Who wants to be a singer.
And all I wanna say is, "Honey, nobody wanna look at that for a 2 fucking hour concert."
I don't ask for much. Only for someone to love me. I'm starting not even to care about the lesbian rumors that are flying around. I mean, I know I'm not (though I act like it sometimes). And Lizzie should be confident enough to know she isn't either.
I mean, whats wrong with hugging and being able to touch.
Isn't that was being a human is? Being able to touch, feel, and experience? I mean, the PPs hold hands and hug all the time.
Is it different when someone like me does it?
Does the whole outlook on life change when your a different race, social status, person in whole?
I kinda read this small poem, by a Gypsy (Roma) named Papuzsa. And I really like it.
No one understands me
Only the forest and the river
That of which I speak
Has all, all passed away
Everything has gone with it--
And those years of youth
Yeah. . . so that's my life.
Horrid.
My philosphy is seemingly true from these last couple days.
THAT THIS IS HELL.
I murdered SOMEONE
AND NOW I'M PAYING THE PRICE.
This universe is full of destruction and strife.
THE LITTLE GOODNESS WE HAVE
Is in little amounts.
SOMEWHERE.
And we can only access it.
Through the PUREST of hearts.
"Quod me nutrit, me destruit." --Angelina Jolie
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Sunday, May 7, 2006
D.C.: THE TRUTH (Introduction).
This is were I talk endlessly about how fun D.C. was and how good it felt to be at Gettysburg and Arlington. Where I gush about my brief romance with an Asian boy and---- try and keep a straight face while I'm LYING MY ASS OFF!!!
D.C. is a overrated trip, I tell you! Completely overrated. It was almost unbearable. Only a couple things I really liked. . . and they were conversations.
Usually with Lizzie, who for two days I was cool with, one day hated, and the last day had an on and off PMS thingy going on.
But I'll fill ya'll in tommorrow.
I missed you lot.
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Side note:
Master Marik and I started a fangirl site (As stated by her own site).
I'm the MadButterfly.
Though, it doesn't sound like The Mad Hatter, if you read Angel Sanctuary, you'll know that the Mad Hatter has a butterfly tatoo on HER (I prefer to call her, a her. That's what she originally was)thigh. Thusly giving her the nickname.
Okay. There we go.
I'll tell ya about D.C. Tommorrow.
THE WHOLE TRUTH.
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Sunday, April 30, 2006
Hehehehehehe
You scored as Punk. You are a punk. You're style resembles your reblious nature. Rock on kiddo.
Punk
45% Gangsta
40% Sporty Casual
40% Skater / Snowboarder
30% Surfer
30% Cholo
20% Geek
20% Goth
20% Emo
5% Preppy
0% Jock
0%
What's your clothing style?
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Thursday, April 6, 2006
Pages (6): [ First ][ Previous ] 1 2 3 4 5 6 [ Next ] [ Last ]My Forum
http://s12.invisionfree.com/Real_Folk_Blues/index.php?act=idx
Its my forum. I love it! Though, only a couple people have joined and no one but Kelsey posts.
T T
Okay, so I'm trying to get people to come and have created the sob story above to do so.
Soo. . . will you at least come look? I mean, I've been soooo nice. . .
Please?
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