Sunday, April 26, 2009

My Own Mark David Chapman

I've decided that I've had enough drama in my life. What with hating my step-mom, having two new step=brothers, having an absent mother and a bum of a real brother, and having the twins, I think I'm fully done with drama for at least until the end of high school.

At least, that's what I tried to do.

I swear, I really, really tried. I was nice to Mom on the phone (the little #!^$@^) , haven't fought with Dan for a week, smiled at Bri and actually called David, I was on a freakin' roll!

Then I saw him. With his soft brown hair and green, glow-in-the dark eyes, I knew God had sent me a message.

He was the cutest cat I have ever seen in my entire life.

So I did the naughty cartoon kid thing... I hid him in my bedroom, fed him, and named him... Well, actually he named himself. I was listening to the Beatles and he meowed to the meledy, so I named him John Lennon.

Anyways, it turns out Bri is going through a housewife faze where shes cleaning and stuff, so she was actually doing th laundry (I know, shocker) and since she didn't know about John Lennon... she didn't know he was in the dryer...

She's my own Mark David Chapman.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Back Home Again

Hey guys, it's Ali. I got rid of that stupid beer template.

I'm back from NY!!! Seriously, it was great. I made a new designer friend named Angelo. He is so cool. He's 21, gay, and proud. I hung out with him while David was making out with Kayley (his girlfriend).

Guess what? I actually like Kayley!!!! Miracle, I know.

Freshman year has been tough, but it's almost over, which means I get to be a 10th grader and take cooler classes that get me closer to my goal of becoming a journalist.

Did I ever mention that my passion was for the drums?

Yeah, but being a drummer isn't very lucrative...

Anyways, I home and the template is fixed. Huzzah!


Tuesday, April 7, 2009


Life without Ali... is kind of weird. I mean, I spent 14 years of my life without her, but I guess I got so used to my annoying step-sister, that it's weird without her rambling about how Van Gogh was a totured soul and how amazing Bono is.

The first time I met her, I offended her by asking, "Who the hell is Bono?"

Good times, good times.

I'm also insanely jealous because she's off partying in New York over Easter break while I'm stuck here watching twins spit up all over each other.

Good news: Coach Blunder (not making that up!) is letting me back on the team for "good behavior" so I get to play football now.

Speaking of football... How pissed off would Ali be if I played around with her blog design? So many options...

Bored out of my mind,