My name is Aly. I'm Canadian. Yes, I do have friends, but you wouldn't know it, because for 90% of my week I am either at school or at home doing stuff all by myself. I'd rather keep it that way. I don't tend to like people too much. I complain a lot. If you would like to not have me kick you in the face and plot your demise, please observe.
Here is a list of things I like:
-Stephen King and other horror novelists.
-Writing
-Art (charcoal sketching, oils, acrylics)
-James
-Very few other people
-Writing
-Studying the paranormal
-Harder music with intelligible (and intelligent) lyrics
-Complaining
-Writing
-Writer friends
-Black and white photography
-Satire and wit
-Psychology
-Bag of Bones by Stephen King, my favorite book of all time.
-Whire Oleander by Janet Fitch, my OTHER favorite book of all time.
-Arguing
-Writing
-Philosophy
-Carrying out dares
-Political Debates
-People who concur with my ideas to change the world.
If you have taken a gander at my Hate List you may notice that the things that piss me off are colourful, while the things I like are merely white text, the same as the majority of the site. It is a good thing to know what pisses me off before you attempt to approach me. Or unless you are like those people who continually disrespect others and then expect people to be nice to them after they again realize they are friendless, I will be nice to you and give you lots of chances, because I am mostly a fair person, and then I will just ignore you.
Anyhoo. Yes. I go to a school called Blessed Trinity Catholic Secondary School. Here, a magical land where coloured shoelaces and belts are illegal, an untucked shirt is grounds for suspension, and cheerleading is considered a sport. I am in gr 12. Our school was just a handful of portables that you can fold up and take away on a truck, until just recently, they built a nice pretty one for us to coexist in. I am involved in Model UN Debating, because I like to think I am intellectually superior to most of my peers. Other than that, I despise school. I think everyone does. The best days are the ones where I can just kind of sit and take notes, and draw small pictures in the margins of my paper.
I live in Beamsville, a small hick town, one of many in this area. Yet, unlike Grassie, we have more than twelve people living here. Our main export is chicken and chicken by-products. The richest families in town are chicken farmers. This is why it often reeks of chickens.
I have four younger siblings. I have a brother who has cerebral palsy and is in a wheelchair. My parents are defective. So am I. I have a lot of stupid problems that should never happen to anyone. This is why everything offends me: because I see and experience a lot of horrible things first-hand. After a while it wears away at you.
One thing I take extreme pride in, is that I usually never turn down a dare. If it doesn't involve me singing in a public setting or hurting someone else or taking drugs etc, I will do it. For example, I offered to eat crayons if someone dared me. Unfortunately no one would take advantage of the offer of a free bizarre spectacle so I saved the soy-based non-toxic crayons for when I am homeless and need a marketing stunt to attract more sympathy than that blind hobo guy down the street who can simultaneously play the basson, shave his pubic area, and apply eyeliner. You have to get me in the right mood though, and it helps if you are Sarah or a Band Person or a Ranger.
Right now I'm updating once a month. If I had a better computer and a faster connection I'd be doing it a lot more often. I haven't gotten anything published yet, but I hope to in the not-so-distant future. That is all.
See, I told you I wasn't that exciting.
