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Friday, July 26, 2002
Mon dieu, has it been a while since I last entered! I knew this whole blog thing was going to go slow and that I wouldn't have much time to update it almost every day!! A lot of stuff has happened since I last posted. My boyfriend asked if I would consider marrying him in the future if all was well. And of course I said yes. I dyed my hair red, the color is actually called Copper Shimmer, and I love it. I plan on being the Lioness for Halloween, so that works out really well. My parents are sort of iffy about it and stuff, but they know that I love it and stuff, so there. Anyways, I went to the KoRn concert on the 21st of July and had a total blast, it opened up with Deadsy and Puddle of Mudd. Before the concert, I found out that my Dad knows Puddle of Mudd personally!! His best friend helps write their songs, and so my Dad knows them!! He called twice this week while at their practices at his friend's house, and they sung to us over the phone. The second time Wes (lead singer) actually said hi to my step-sister. Not fair! Dad wouldn't come and pick us up... not like we would have disrupted their practice or anything. Well, anyways, I've been drawing Johnny sketches, and they've actually turned out really well, I'm very surprised. It's a lot of fun, because they actually turned out very well and all. I'm beginning to wonder if I can put up a link to them, but I have to find a nice JTHM site that will actually take them in and post them. Get the link to that site up as soon as my pictures are up, I promise. Other than that, the weeks have travelled by quickly, and I don't think I like that. School starts again on the 21st of August, it's terrible!! Oh well.
Lioness~Alanna~Cooper
-Baroness of Pirate's Swoop-
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Saturday, June 29, 2002
Hullo again! As sad as the first entry was, I shall not be repeating something to the same extent. This time I want to explain my relationship crisis, as it is very important to my life, and a few books that play a large part in my life as well.
First off, I did not have much of relationships besides friendly ones with guys until I moved to Missouri. My step-sisters, Crystal and Cozette, showed me a chat they had recently just discovered called Comicity Chat. It was a chat for Anime lovers and such, at the time, mainly Dragon Ball Z. I went in there under a name that even I don't remember and began crying, hoping to atract someone's attention. Sure enough, a nice guy came by and asked me what was wrong. His name was Wes. I proceeded by telling him that my boyfriend had just broken up with me that day in the cafeteria in front of everyone at school, drawing him in by pity. I got on not too often and talked to him, but soon I began getting on as a guy. Then I would talk to him, and he didn't know that it was really the same girl who had lied to him and told him that wild tale. He taught me HTML in the chat, and I got closer to him. I became one of the most powerful people in chat, as far as HTML goes, but I was falling for him at the same time. Eventually he found out that I 'knew' the girl who had been talking to him, in fact, I went to school with her! Finally the -real- story got out, and he found out it had been me the entire time, and that I had never had a boyfriend before. He wasn't mad at all. He even claimed that he knew, afterwards. We were soon going out over the internet. And no, perverts, we never cybered- ever.
Things progressed, and I got bored because we never did anything. So I found another guy in Comicity chat, without Wes knowing. This guy's name was Chris. He described himself exactly the way that my step-sister, Crystal's 'chat boyfriend' described himself. She happened to be watching when he did describe himself. And then Chris told us that he was brothers with Crystal's chat boyfriend, Scott. And so to talk to my boyfriend, I would kick Scott off. That was interesting, until I finally got fed up with it and wrote a poem that I called Quick Notes and e-mailed to him. It said a lot of things, and it caused us to stop talking. I didn't mind so much. I went back to Wes, who welcomed me with open arms.
A long time went by in bliss. Wes was in Texas and he called me almost every day. That meant the world to me, and he had had to pick between two people when we started going out, me and a girl he had known for much longer. And he chose me. I remember falling to sleep so happy because he had chosen me, and I just kept repeating that over and over again to myself. But again I became restless, and I moved on, breaking up with him after two years. A lot more happened in those years than I can explain here.
I found my first boyfriend not on the internet at school. A junior by the name of James, he was exceptionally nice and witty, and he had long hair and some good looks to boot! It was perfect. But as soon as school let out, he didn't call me. He just stopped doing anything. We rarely did anything, and I vexed him purposely because he vexed me. I e-mailed him and told him to call me, and the next day he did. He asked me what was wrong as if he didn't know, when I told him before school ended that he needed to call me more. Enough was enough at that point, and I could have hung up the phone then, but I didn't. I asked if he had been busy, which he replied that he had been extremely busy. I asked 'Too busy for me?' He actually said yes! He told me that he was too busy for me. Here's a hint, guys! NEVER TELL A GIRL THAT YOU ARE TOO BUSY FOR HER!!! IT REALLY PISSES HER OFF!!! Needless to say, I really annoyed the stuff out of him the whole conversation. A few days later, just after our three-month anniversary, I called him. I told him that I had had enough and that my ex-boyfriend(Wes) in Texas called me more than he did, and we weren't even going out! He really didn't have anything to say. I asked again if he was still busy, and he said that he was extremely busy again. And so I said "Well don't let me keep you." And hung up the phone on him. That was the last time I talked to James, and now I returned to Wes again. I am not going out with Wes currently, but I'm -this- close. I realized that I couldn't have feelings for James, and that I never had. I was in love with Wes the whole time, and now I'm waiting patiently for Wes to take me back, for one, final time.
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The whole thing with the books is Tamora Pierce's books. Of course I've read The Lioness Quartet, and the Immortals as well. And the way that Alanna had three guys her whole life struck me as funny. When I was first reading the Lioness Quartet, I was going out with Chris. I nick-named Chris Jonathan, and Wes was to be George, before I finished the books. When I finished the books, I had let Chris go and I had gone back to Wes. James, I think, was to be my Liam. It was really creepy, how everything fit so perfectly. And now I am back with Wes, and happily so. That concludes the end of this blog.
Lioness~Alanna~Cooper
-Baroness of Pirate's Swoop-
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Thursday, June 27, 2002
Hullo there! Wow, I finally have a blog! It's been a long time, and I think it's a very good thing that I have one of these. I have been wanting to keep a journal of sorts, but I can never use different pens to write in it, and there's always the fear of people sorting through your junk when you're not around and reading something that wasn't meant for their eyes. Now they can only come here if I want them to, muahahaha!! Unless they find it on their own, which I seriously doubt. (In case you couldn't guess, I'm talking about my family.. O.O )
I've been having serious problems lately with a lot of things, and no one wants to listen to me drone on anymore, and quite frankly, I have no one to turn to that can understand what I'm going through and what I've gone through. At least, it feels that way. Anyways, here goes nothing.
I lived in the great town of Queensbury, in the state of New York, for most of my life. A simple, one story house with three bedrooms, a living room, a dining room, a kitchen, two bathrooms, and a huge basement that included an office, a laundry/storage room, and what we used as a playroom. I became very close to my Dad, and once he let me skip school on my birthday to go mountain climbing with him. Life was grand, and the mountains were seemingly my best friends. I took trips to Walt Disney World in Florida several times, the earliest when I was three, the latest when I was 10. Two more trips are in there, one when I was nine, and the other somewhere between three and nine, I can't remember.
I turned nine years old, on October 24th, 1996. My father took ill that fall, first his back hurt him, and he couldn't get out of bed, and he slept a lot. My younger sister was just four years old, having turned four September 18th. He struggled with this unknown illness for months, when finally in early December or late November, he went to the doctors. He was diagnosed with brain cancer. He underwent chemotherapy for it, and he ended up loosing his hair. He held on for months, eventually leaving the hospital because they wanted him to rest, but made too much noise so that he couldn't. He knew he didn't have long, and so he came back home for the remainder of his time. We attended an airshow where a flight was dedicated to him(I can't remember the name right now, but I'll post it up later), and we got t-shirts and other such novelties from the pilot. My father wanted to be a private pilot like his father, but he never got his chance. On July 13th, 1997 my mother came in my bedroom at three in the morning and woke me up, then left and went back into her room. I immediately knew in my nine and a half year old heart what had happened. "It's Dad, isn't it?" I asked softly, already knowing the answer. My Dad had simply given in and stopped breathing. And to think that just before I had gone to sleep that night he had given me his last energy-- I said goodnight to him and hugged him, and he squeezed my hand-- the most he'd been able to do in a while. He smiled at me softly before closing his eyes. That had been the last time I'd seen him alive. The thing that tore me up the most as I stared at him, on our bed by the hospital bed we had been loaned, was that my Mom was holding my younger sister, and they were both crying. I just sat there, silent. My father had just turned 39 on June 2nd. I couldn't cry. I couldn't cry then, and I couldn't cry at his funeral when -his- mother clung to me, crying. I was beyond tears. I tried to cry, but I couldn't. It hurt so bad that I couldn't cry, it hurt so bad that I knew he was gone, and I miss him so much and I couldn't cry now if I wanted to.
So why do bad things happen to good people? My father never did anything wrong in my eyes. He never raised his voice, he was always very caring and kind.. So why did he have to go, when I needed him most? I have so many memoirs of him even today, but the most important is the song 'Adle Weiss' (I think I spelled that first part wrong). He used to sing that song to me before I slept, and I had been learning it in school the week that he died. Since then, the number thirteen has constantly popped up in our lives. Thirteen was my Dad's lucky number-- three was his favorite. Isn't it ironic, don't you think? A little too ironic, and yeah I really do think. Okay, stop now before I recite the whole song! I hope I didn't make you cry with my story, I really didn't mean to. I'll have better memories with my Dad up in further posts, I promise. One more topic before I end this one.
Two years after my Dad died, my Mom became reacquainted with a man she had grown up with, gone to highschool with. She had moved to New York from Missouri, and over seventeen years later, in November of 1999, she moved back. The three of us, me, my younger sister, and Mom moved into a house in little old Lee's Summit, Missouri, and have been here ever since.
I'll stop there before I bore you to death. I've got more, don't worry. I have much, much more to tell. Come back and read some more later, ya hear?! ^_~ Bye for now.
~Lioness~Alanna~Cooper~
-Baroness of Pirate's Swoop-
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