Screw "Love."
Screw the freaking compass.
Screw  quick solutions.
Screw English class.
Screw poetry.
STOP TALKING.
You don't understand anything.

It seems as though I can't do anything with anyone without being incredibly awkward.
I don't want to depress myself, 
But- well, I don't know.
It just keeps making itself all the more apparent with every. Single. Word.
I can't seem to spend a nice day out with people whose company I enjoy without being unfunny and
RUINING IT.
I live under some sort of smelly tree.

 Today went by a little slower than I would have anticipated.
 While having five classes is not as bad as I would have first imagined,
The lack of social interaction is a little frightening.
But alas, this was what I chose.
I found out that "thusly" is not grammatically sound today.
THAT KINDA PISSES ME OFF BECAUSE I USE IT 
BUNCHLETS.
Stupid adverb rules.
Suzy was moved from beside me today by Mister Smith.
I'm sad, because I liked talking with her a lot.
But she was replaced by Will, who isn't that bad either.
But still. I don't know Suzy as well as I'd like.
In other news, slinkies are fun.
<3

I'm probably not going to tell him.

Rebecca  says:

BOO!

Allanah says:

O_O You! But! And how!

Rebecca  says:

I have my ways....

Allanah says:

I see.

I shall have to discover these ways and devour them.

Thusly saving Christmas.

Rebecca says:

OF COURSE!

It all makes sense now!

The grasshoppers are the key!

Allanah says:

You fool! Grasshoppers will only lead to a further damnation!

Safety can be found within SLIPPERS!

I seriously wonder why I bother with you sometimes.

Rebecca says:

Is it I who is the fool, when the fact that I was referring to the grasshoppers that thieved your slippers went unnoticed?

Allanah says:

Ah, but you regretfully have no knowledge of the true nature of my slippers!

Where there is safety within, there is violent, predatory creatures surrounding.

Rebecca  says:

Alas, they can still be carried off!

Allanah says:

But not by mere grasshoppers.

Unless..

No.....YOU!

You, whom I have called my sister!

You Brutus of elephantine proportions!

Rebecca says:

Are you calling me fat?? 

Allanah says:

You're damn right I am.

Rebecca says:

; - ;

MY FEELINGS HAVE BEEN OUCHED IRREPARABLY!!!

Allanah says:

Feel my cruel beratement!

FEEL IT!

Oh, and as a sidenote: I am in your room.

Rebecca says:

I see.

Allanah says:

I emerge periodically, at sundown, to type cryptic and frightening messages to your friends and family.

Rebecca says:

Alright

They will survive

Allanah says:

I have been sustained on dried-out deoderants I have found within the recesses of your closet.

You must have terrible body odour, my dear.

Rebecca says:

XD 
 Allanah says:

O: An emote is simply a way of telling me that you've stomped on my rosebushes.

HOW COULD YOU?

Dx

Rebecca says:

I am sorry.

I stomped them good.

Allanah says:

I anticipated this and stomped your cat.

He is not pleased with you.

Rebecca says:

Aw man.

There will be no reasoning with him now.

Allanah says:

Indeed.

So...

We're watching the Hogfather tonight, wanna join us?

Rebecca says:

who is we?

Allanah says:

You. Me.

Our Love. <3

Rebecca says:

No

Not tonight

I have a headache
xD
Allanah says:

(Notice the capitalization of "L" in "Love")

O: But mom and I will miss you!

*damns!*

The truth came out.

Rebecca says:

NO

Allanah says:

*sigh* watching the movie with me and mom with limited affection?



She never came. ;______;

I'm not doing my dream justice, and it'll likely be confusing to everyone. Hoorah!
But it is filled to the brim with symbolic meaning!


I was working in an elementary school, taking care of the children with quite a few others. Every day there would be a new rumour about some terrifying white creature that had killed or attacked some people. These rumours floated around, and every day I would smile because I was the white creature. But I was not a murderer; those were merely rumours. Each night I would stoop to the ground and bend my thumb backwards to create a clawed hand I could run on. I would turn a brilliant white, with soft downy fur and a long tail. I was about the size of a wolverine, but I was not vicious. I would run so fast through the forest, stopping to sniff at things and examine the world. I felt extremely happy and at peace with everything. I found some shells the size of walnuts that looked like they were made of wood, and in each one I found a small toad. I figured that the toad must have eaten whatever belonged in the shell, and I was dissappointed. But finally, when crawling along the ground at an incredibly high speed, I found a shell complete with the insect inside. I carefully peeled off the wodden exterior and found myself facing a white, webby ball with two black eyes. I slowly tapped the ball and it began to unfurl, thousands of long legs guiding it to the ground. It resembled a cockroach, but longer and with a back of plates. It buried itself into the ground, and then I turned my attention back to the shell. The shell too was unfurling into an insect, and proceeded to bury itself in the ground as well. I found this amazing, because when the toad would devour the one inside, the other would be free to escape. But I ran off from this, and went to chase a squirrel for a while. The late summer was warm and peaceful, and the wind in my face as I ran was indescribeable. The next time I transformed, I was running around in the clearing when I was spotted by Rebecca and Shannon. They ran after me, and even though I ran up trees and hid in bushes, they still would not give up chase. Eventually I jumped off the pier into the lake, where the water was bitter cold. I dragged myself up onto the pier, and transformed back, but not before they and an elderly lady on a bench saw me. My sisters promised not to tell, but somehow someone found out (I have my suspicions about that old lady). The next time I ran through the familiar forest, I was captured in a net and hauled away by some frightening looking men. I lost conciousness and found myself in a research facility, being experimented on by a scary man with a moustache. Life became blurry to me, but through his experiments I was changed into a huge, black creature with vicious fangs and claws. My personality was likewise changed, and I became cruel and filled with malice towards the man with the moustache. I finally escaped this place, but running outside I discovered it to be the very school I had been working at. Whereas it had been late summer when I was the white creature, it was a bitter winter when I escaped. The moustached man sent dozens of huge, frightening men after me, making me hide and at times, fight directly. While I didn't kill anyone directly (I did break the ice and had two men fall in, but I don't know how they fared) I would hurt, and injure those in my way. I was huge, larger than these men, and I had the advantage. This running went on for a long time, as it had when I was running through the forest. Eventually, the man with the moustache gave the orders that he wanted me back--dead or alive. He carried a large spear, and I knew he meant to kill me. I saw him walking through the school, and I quickly ran to the overhang just outside the school. I knew that if I were to jump down on him with my large size, it would kill him and end this struggle forever. However, one of my friends was sitting beneath the overhang. I yelled at him to move, and he moved an inch. I knew that this man had been hurting all of those in the way of finding me, and I could hear his footsteps making their way down the hall with two large men. I yelled at my friend, "Goddamn it, MOVE!" and he got up, and began walking down the path out of there. He turned back, and said, "I don't like your character now" and slowly continued walking. I was hurt by this, but still worried about his safety, so I jumped down and started after him, intending to make him go faster. The man came out then, and threw the spear at the sight of me. It went directly tinto my head, but I felt nothing. It was a strange nothing, I couldn't move. (I think I was killed instantly, usually when I die in dreams it is incredibly painful). I suddenly felt all the rage and hatred flow out of me, and I transformed back into the white creature before falling forward to the ground. I was so very happy, and the last thing I noticed was the look on the moutsached man's face. Regret. I think he had forgotten that I was at one time the white creature.
And then I woke up.

I'm scared, people.
Responsibilities are piling up around me, and I'm kind of having trouble coping. 
I have to raise two thousand dollars in about two months for my Europe trip.
And no, there will be no prostitution. :P
(Or at least that's the plan...heheh)
I'm applying to Zellers, but I'm a little worried about hours and bosses and ect.
I also have lots of exams coming up
I'm kind of drowning in them, actually. 
But ahwell.
I'll live.
And I have a stellar schedule lined up for second semester.
So it seems like I'm clawing my way past the exams into a (hopefully) really happy semester.
I need a bit more happiness, I've been feeling hella down lately. 
):
But in any case, This room has no heat. 
So damn you, Canadian January. >_<
I'm burning my matches and feeling slightly better. 
I only have four left...D:

Copernicus died sometime yesterday.
 I checked on him yesterday morning, right after I woke up. He was swimming a little on his side, but I didn't pay it much attention.
I don't know fish too well.
In either case, when I went to bed at about ten he was already gone, just floating there.
I felt so horrible. My mom said it must have been the stress of travel, or something of the like.
And I knew it wasn't my fault, but Jill had trusted me with her pet and I still feel responsible.
I couldn't sleep at all last night, I had to keep coming down and drinking vinegar.
So I wrapped his tiny body up in a paper towel, taped it shut, and wrote his name on it.
I couldn't find a box.
The one thing I can take solace in,
is that throughout his life he lived spoiled like a king.
And he was loved.
But that still doesn't make me feel much better.


In other news,
Christmas is painfully close, and I still need to get presents.
It's crunch time. 
>_<

Lots of fighting at the Kelly household today.
And for many seperate reasons, very numerous.
One that centered around my little sister attacking me with her claws when I *dared* to ask her to get some wrapping paper, so we could wrap her presents.
In my own room, no less.
Christmas, which in November seemed like a wonderful idea, is quickly turning sour.

Bleh.

It's been blizzardy out, and we've had to shovel everything about seventeen times just to give us a chance of making it out tomorrow.
I for one hope we don't. Who needs another pointless day at school before the break?

On a lighter note,
The Golden Compass was incredible.
Incredible.
It kind of seems like the author squashed everything I like together, and then sold it.
Animal familiars?
Damn fine.
I wasn't fond of the little girl, though.

A note to Jill: Willow Amy is doing fine, and I gave her a delicious cracker today.
That is all.

...And I'm back! My long and arduous time without posting has finally met it's gruesome and rather timely end.
Finally.
So...It's wet, I'm cold, and I'm wearing someone else's pants.
What else is new?

Part one of my many conversations with marco.
Please enjoy our senseless babbling.

Those were the two topics that I and my bubbling partner had to write a short story about. She wrote the outline, I fleshed it out into completeness. 
*sigh* I tried my best.
And went one thousand words over my limit, so I have to rewrite it.
Le damn.
It gets crappy near the end because it as midnight and I was tired and useless.
Anywho, for your viewing pleasure is my monkeyman and cider story, a rather silly dark-humoury type of thingermabob. Bah, just read it already, give me advices.

Doctor Frank Verter worked alone in his dark lab amidst the quiet hum of the generators and the occasional electric trill of some calculating device. The high-voltage machines cast an ominous shadow that reached across to the lab bench where Frank sat, hunched over a variety of chemicals, his brow furrowed in a look of intense concentration. His nimble fingers appeared to dance over the test tubes; each hairy knuckle flexing as he mixed chemical after chemical into a beaker full of boiling liquid. He studiously wrote his findings on a pad of paper by his chair, his toes firmly grasping the shaft of a mechanical pencil. He was Frank Verter, monkey man.

The change had not happened gradually, naturally; no, it had a scientific purpose. Ten years previously, Frank had been asked to join a biological research facility. He had already made quite a name for himself at this time, publishing several highly regarded medical and chemical theories. The research facility was researching the process of de-evolution – and if it could be artificially achieved. The months that followed Frank’s admission were arduous and often frustrating, but finally the research had yielded a result. The facility had developed a serum that, once administered, would drastically speed up the de-evolution process while leaving the mentality of the subject intact. The clinical trials on mice had been very promising, and the facility members were nearly ready to show their findings to the world. Dangerously proud of their success, Frank and his two colleagues decided to test the serum on three human subjects – themselves. One after another they downed their portions. Frank’s body underwent a dramatic and painful change; he grew small brown tufts of fur all over his body as the bones in his feet broke and reformed to create two additional opposable thumbs. After about ten minutes, his transformation ceased. He had truly become the missing link: part man, part simian. His colleagues were not so lucky. One had immediately gone into cardiac arrest and died, the change far too powerful for his body to handle. The other sat there as a chimp, his eyes staring blankly into Frank’s, no remnant of his former self left. The newspapers would later call it a tragic accident, a chemical leakage, a flaw in calculations. But Frank knew the truth.

His physical body had remained unharmed if not unchanged; but his mind was not left entirely…intact. He would spend weeks on end alone in his labs, barely eating, hardly sleeping; a desperate look in his large brown eyes. His wife, unable to handle the stress and the loneliness Frank left her with, filed for divorce. His career, which had once flourished and showed so much promise, sharply slowed to a standstill. He approached many scientific labs for work, but all turned him down; some because of the stigma attached to his previous lab, some because of his frightening appearance. He could get work nowhere. Over the next few years he set up a small laboratory in his basement where he worked constantly, attempting to create something that would show the scientific world that he was still the brilliant man he was before his transformation. He had been unsuccessful countless times, and almost had given up hope of ever achieving his goal; that is, until now.

His trials had developed a plan for a new drink that provided nourishment, energy, and was full of vitamins. A symbiotic dexterity and energy replenisher. Frank called it “SY-DER” and was certain that this creation would earn him international praise, perhaps even consideration for the Nobel Prize. He was currently putting his plans into development by creating a sample product. Sweat beaded on his brow as he swirled the contents of a metric flask and grinned. His colleagues had spurned him, mocked him for his form. He would show them. None of their work would ever come close to comparing with his. His “SY-DER”… if he was successful, it could end world hunger! One of the greatest problems of the world, solved by him! His mind spun with the possibilities as he dropped the few final ingredients into the beaker. He laughed while he poured the bubbling mixture into a thermous, giddy with thoughts of his future splendor, his recognition. His wide grin showed off a pair of gleaming white eyeteeth, a glowing testament to his excitement. He grabbed his keys and jacket, cradling the thermous with his leg and hurried out the door. Before he alerted the media to report his findings, there was one person he had to go to first – Doctor Cranson.

Doctor Eric Cranson was the top chemical engineer at the University of Modern Biology, and happened to be Frank Verter’s closest friend.  Frank’s only friend would be a more appropriate description, since Frank began his self enforced isolation. Doctor Cranson looked youthful and full of energy, even with the flecks of white that were slowly beginning to appear around his temple. He opened the door with a flourish and greeted Frank with a firm handshake. Frank hadn’t visited in three months, which worried Doctor Cranson in itself, but still he looked shocked and glad to see his primate friend. He clapped his friend on the back. “Hey, Frankie! It’s been a while, huh? What brings you to my neck of the woods?”

Frank explained his theories and methods of operation to Cranson; his brilliant plans and ideas for the SY-DER. His words flowed up and down and he got increasingly excited, gesturing with his hands and nearly shouting as he described his creation. Doctor Cranson nodded and placed his hand on his chin, looking at Frank critically for a moment.

“Frankie…you do know that there is already a drink called cider, right? You know, holiday drink, cinnamon and all that?”

He was surprised at Frank’s look of puzzlement, but went on.

“It was invented like a forever ago. But, you know, if the bloody thing works you can always rename it…”

Frank's eye twitched slightly, but he held his composure.

“Hey, I’ll even be your guinea pig. What do you say?”

Frank’s face lit up with a smile and he passed the thermous to Cranson. Doctor Cranson unscrewed the small lid with a few flicks of his wrist and poured some of the brown liquid into it. He lifted his cup in a silent toast to Frank, and then took a sip. Almost immediately his face turned a burning red and he spat the “SY-DER” all over the tiled floor of the lab, clawing at his throat with his fingers.

He managed to gasp out, “This is vile! Frankie, didn’t you at least think to make it palatable? God, it feels as though my mouth’s on fire…Ughh!”

Doctor Cranson flushed his mouth out with water from a nearby fountain, droplets spilling down his shirt in his overeager attempts to rid himself of the taste.

When he looked up, Frank was staring at him, a mixture of distress and grievance splashed openly across his monkey face. He turned and began to despondently tread away, leaving the thermous and his notes behind.

“Frankie….come on, Frankie. It’s not a total loss, there are always flavourings, and additives…it could still be great!”

But Doctor Frank Verter continued to leave. All his research, all those months in the lab perfecting it…and he hadn’t thought of the taste. He sighed as he walked down the empty hallway, his bare feet echoing his sadness from the walls. Five years of his life…wasted. He muttered to himself as he opened the door to leave.

“Boy, do I need a banana right now.”

Here you go:
http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-Allanah-8-0-1.jpg

 Dude.
New haircut.
AND IT FREAKING ROCKS.
The hairdresser was amazing with my hair. I was a little scared at first, because his first snip took off eight inches -- yeah, I don't get my hair cut often.
But it got better. Oh, so much better.
Now, my hair is crazy good looking. Just in time for grade twelve.
And I'm actually really excited for school now, to see what people think. It's amazing what a good haircut can do for your self-esteem.
I'm hardly flinching when I look at myself in the mirror anymore!

I pretty much did nothing today either. Just sat playing video games. My life seems a litle blah right now.
We did wash horses today, which was pretty fun. I had to get Toby wet, and I had fun chasing him. A dangerous sport, Toby-catching. He has deadly back legs.

My dad came home today; he's been away for three days. He came bearing two writeable Cds, some pens, and a blue pad of stickys. He didn't even notice my hair. Bleh, Dads. :)

So, I'm thinking of actually cleaning my room later, as it will give me an opportunity to get new clothes. 
To match my new hair.
God, I'm such a girl. 

I'm a little confused why people pay so much attention to our hair; I mean, it's just soft carotin we don't even use anymore. It would have kept us warm at some point, (and it still does in the winter) but why the attention?
I guess it might just be social quo.

I'll stop questioning things eventually.

OH! And before I forget, here is the picture of my unbrushed, early-morning spotty head!
http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h257/Elenwye/allanahface.jpg
Lucky you.

Today was unfortunate. I woke up at nine forty-five, and played some animal crossing to get that nagging thought of dentistry out of my head.
It only worked for fifteen minutes, however, because my appointment was at 10:45 and I had to leave. Damns.
For the hour and a bit of my appointment, I winced, cried, mumbled incoherantly, and clenched my fists to the result of two new filings and the loss of my dignity.
You can't be respected when the nurse has to wipe your tears and dab your eyes with kleenex! :D
And my mouth stayed frozen for the majority of the day, so I couldn't eat anything. Blah.
Rebecaa got to see Stardust today, without me. Ugh. I smacked her around a bit when she got home, just because. In fact, we had a bit of a slap-fight, and then pretended to tango in my kitchen. Hehe, I love Becca. ^_^
So....tomorrow haircut? We shall see. I might even try and post pictures!
*is a hairy beast*

becca is very happy because of her soccer victory and because allanah is in the world of the living....

oven mitts rock

One thing right now: It might be the brit in me, but York mint patties are a-mazing. I picked up a pack when I went out with Jamie -- I hadn't had them in forever. I ate quite a few of them throughout the night, while we watched Little Britain season two.
And I fell asleep. Ah well, surprise sleepover!
I had never told my parents where I was. I figured that, since they don't offer anything in the form of affection or caring, they wouldn't care or need to know what I do in my spare time. Not that anything I do is bad, but I like to make them worry.
Which they did. They apparently waited up, even though I had told them where I was going a few hours before.
Haha, parents. Haha.
It means I got an angry phone call from my dad, which I hung up. I am such a bitch. My personality is sooo foul, I feel like I've just ruined it altogether. The happy-go-lucky inner child in me, with dreams and hopes and ever so much potential has died, to make room for the mostly unpleasant human being I have become.
Bleh.
I sometimes leave a bad taste in my mouth.
I guess what I did is a little spillover of the spite that I felt yesterday when my mom tried to use my birthday gift to get back at me. Seriously, if she wants to give a gift full of malice, I'd much rather not get it.
Stupid, festering spite. I'm beginning to despise my  birthday, and pretty much everything assosiated with me as a person.
I haven't gotten new clothes (discounting my shopping experiences with Hannah and Katie) in over a year and a half. Not even hand-me-downs. It's funny, everything in my clothing collection has some kind of hole because I've worn them through.
But I never really wore anything nice anyways, so not a huge deal.
So, after waking up at 11:45 this morning after a memorable dream involving pretty much everyone I know, I finished my book and got Jamie to drive me home; My little sister had called and informed me that she was worried I was dead. It's a morbid thought, but it made me feel very loved.
I played video games for the most of today, seeing as how I was very, very ill. Speaking of which, I found out why my Prince of Persia game hadn't saved. Through a combination of misinterpretation and a black-and-white television, when I had attempted to save I had merely selected "no." Every single time I had tried to save.
Ughh.
=^_^=

Mmkay Livejournal, you have now become home to a very confused and largely uninteresting teenaged girl named Allanah.
It's weird, the spelling of my name. I have never, EVAR met anyone who spells it the way I do.
Well, there is the transexual peurto-rican pornographic video celebrity, Allanah Starr; however I've never met her and that's not even her real name. I think he/she adopted it to seem unique. 
Meanwhile, I'm sitting at home googling myself and suddenly it's all "OMG PORN??!!" 

Anywho, here's the laydown about my name:
Allanah- I'm named after my Scottish granddad, who was named Allan.
Allanah- Makes it feminine, for the most part. I also had a great-great- aunt named Anna, but that was irrelevant.
Allanah- For my mother's maiden name, Hunter. Pretty simple, and I have my Nanny's maiden name as my middle!

Been watching Little Britain for most of today, feeling bored. But I'm now filled with the wisdom of the brits!
No but yeah! I am so a lady!

I am currently holding a very large metal spoon whilst being wrapped in a fuzzy blue blanket. Sitting on a bright canary yellow piano stool. Blowing bubbes with my gum. Posting in Livejournal, bringing nonsense to the masses.

Somehow, I feel compelled to entertain here. And I have no clue as to how.

I wish I could livejournal like Jill can. :P

Farewells for now, internets. :3