Name: Alan
Gender: Male
Birthday: June 6, 1985
Astrological Sign: Gemini
Born in the Year of the: Ox
Industry: Communications / Media
Occupation: Network Technician
Location: Roswell, Georgia
Hometown: Louisville, Kentucky
Major: Art
Favorite Place: Curled up under my covers, especially if it's cold out.
Color: Candy Apple Red (like my Strat)
Movies: High Fidelity, Mallrats, Empire Records, Orange County, and Almost Famous
Actor's: John Cusack, Antonio Banderas, Johnny Depp (Pirate's Owned), Jason Lee, and Ron Jerem... uh I mean Jack Black.
Actress': (In order of preference)
1) Renee Zellweger(minus Chicago, she was looking kinda nasty in that one)
2) Kate Hudson
3) Elisha Cuthbert (my wife bee-ah-tch!!!)
4) Catherine Zeta-Jones
5) Kiera Knightly (damn she looks good in a corsette)
Show's: “Smallville” (yeah, it's sad I know), “Family Guy”, “Futurama”, “Everwood”, and “Two and a Half Men”.
Literary Work: “Self-Reliance” by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Poem's: “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost and “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allen Poe
Author(s): Anne Rice, Brian Jacques, Edgar Allen Poe, Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Stephen E. Ambrose
Random Question:
Q: You're wearing a sweater that stretches down to your feet. What color belt do you put on?
A: Who says I'm wearing pants?
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::6.13.2004::



This post is for a certain special someone



*** Disclaimer ***

This post is a signaling of my having given up on most every thing. A lot of shit went down over the past few days that has just completely killed me. This is my white flag so to speak. I've tried to use my past to change the present dozens of times, and being the complete fool that I am, I thought that maybe this time would be different from all the rest. Unfortunately I failed due to 3 things:

1) I always have and always will be wrong.
2) Love in the sense that I've spoken of on this site, no longer exists in the world today.
3) That no matter how hard one tries to obtain that which one desires life will always get in the way.

This fall I will be leaving that which I've called home for almost a decade. I'll not be coming back, and I won't be leaving anyway for my past to find me. The following is a message for a very specific person in the hopes that maybe the way in which I see them will finally have sentiment in their mind.
*** End Disclaimer ***



"Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don't know how

Because, baby
You're gonna be the one who saves me?
And after all
You're my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now

And all the roads that lead to you were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don't know how

I said, baby
You're gonna be the one who saves me?
And after all
You're my wonderwall

I said, baby
You're gonna be the one who saves me?
And after an
You're my wonderwall

Said, baby
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me"


-- Oasis "Wonderwall"

>> Alan spun round and round on 6/13/2004 01:09:00 AM (0) comments

::6.11.2004::



Now for the Post-Game Report...



12 shots of Captin Morgan's Spiced Rum, all chased down with beer (grand total of 4 beer's) plus 2 hits of someone's bowl (was too drunk to remember who's bowl it was) equals a grad total of 18 steps to getting really fucked up. Getting fucked up resulted in one expulsion of half digested pizza, thus making the final count of 'fucked up' 19.

The moral of this tale, never do your age.

>> Alan spun round and round on 6/11/2004 10:10:00 AM (0) comments

::6.08.2004::



Let's Get Retarded!!!



Today's My BIRTHDAY WO0T!!!!!!!!
2 more years... then there will be nothing stopping me.


Whew, now that I've gotten that out of my system I can update you people as to what's been going on, in my 'now-oh-so-popular' and 'handy-dandy' *(That's right I said 'handy-dandy')* list form.

1) Wed. June 9th, Suburb-A-Night Pizza @ 6:30PM I will be joining my father and a bunch of friends for pizza

2) My car SUCKS!!!!!

3) Love SUCKS!!!!!

4) I'm 19!!!!!


FIN

>> Alan spun round and round on 6/08/2004 10:48:00 AM (0) comments