So today was a day for scene points. I earned like 200, but I think that was only because I took off my shirt in the car with Miles and G-Reg. But IDK. And I got 10 more because I liked the Killers before they sold out. But on to the real topic. I don't get the point of Elite in the punk scene, wasn't the punk sub-culture created to rebel from the elite? IDK. So. An elite punk. oxyMORON. Umm. I was going to say somethiing, then I got distracted. oh the Miles and I were talking about how the elite don't like something after it hits the mainstream. because then it isn't elite, or underground or something. But people have to start listening somewhere. Like the Violent Femmes, and Bodeans (sp?), and The Ramones, etc... we're around when my dad was a teen, so wouldn't that make him an elite because he heard it first, not the neo-nazi-elites that reside at Jacobs? IDK, and then I would be elite by like blood, because I am related to an Elite Alumni. Yea, we will say that, I am elite because of my dad... Now I feel cool. I'll get more scene points too by my ploy to wear a band shirt of a band I hate, and wear it a lot, Like 3 times a week or whatever. Oh and who gives out the scene points? and what do I get when I cash them in? IDK, you are an oxyMORON. I'm elite by blood, you're elite by association. Blood is thicker than water, unless ur anemic...so IDK...later scenesters.

Keepin it 31337 since birth.

yea...elite. HA,
Alyce

Poison of choice: The Killers, Midnight Show
Weapon of choice: Numbers

So I was grounded for like a week. Occasionally sneaking on my sisters computer to check my messages on myspace.com. My mom is getting divorced. And for those who are avid readers of my blog I just moved back in September if you all remember, well today an appraiser came and looked at the house today. Ah, to be young and not in control of my fate. The internet will be lost to me for a long while after we move for the millionth time. Ugh... That's about it for now. My wrist hurts.

Sadly yours,
Alyce A. Wynchester

Poison of choice: the dim ringing in my ears along with the clacking of the keyboard.
Weapon of choice: Who gives a fuck anymore?

Here I am, sitting here, typing this to no one, well at the moment no one. This might be a rant on my feelings. It might be a defining article to change someone's life with my insane words of wisdom. But I think I might just go more for rant with slight words of wisdom, maybe.

This is a moment in my life, as of today January 21, 2005, at 1:30 p.m. I am officially halfway done with my senior year. It feels like yesterday I was starting a new school with no one I knew (literally). Now here I am, half way done with my last year. I really know one word to define it, and just, wow. I don't know what else I can say on it. It's been one hell of a ride, I know that much. From being just a little student reporter to taking on news editor, finally getting promoted to service at my work (a HUGE deal for me), to just making great new friends, and fixing problems with good friends, to going to my first concert before kicking off my seventeenth birthday and my senior year. I have had many defining moments in my life up till now.

I mean I just realized yesterday that I am going to be 18 in just over 6 months. I can buy all the cigarettes and lottery tickets I want. Though I seriously doubt I will be going to waste my money on it. My life is rapidly moving before my eyes, and I still feel like I just started high school.

Everyone is changing before my eyes. And I can't stop it, I want to. But I can't. I guess here I put in the age old cliche, "you just have to go with the flow." Damn myself. I hate cliches, they are so... uhhh... cliche.

And how many times have you really stopped to look at everything. I mean really look. Some of you, who have known your friends since you were very young, look at them, and see how they have changed from when you first met them. Other than the obvious changes there are personality differences, and music changes, and so on. I bet you are wondering what this has to do with senior year being half over, but it's got everything and nothing to do with it.

Here we are now. Almost on our way to becoming adults, and we still have no clue as how to live on our own. Breaking routine and doing things by ourselves, we are no longer required to go to class, if we don't show up to school, they aren't going to call to find out where you are, the only punishment you get is not knowing what is going on and dropping your grade because of it.

I saw wow. I welcome the end of the year, I'm excited to leave, and go out on my own. But in my ramblings I forget why. It probably has something to do with the independence and stuff like that, and the fact that I can just do things on my own. No more nagging parents, or teachers, or whatever. I don't know, this turned into a rant more than insanse words of wisdom. I'm sure though if you look close enough you can find something worth taking to heart. I dont't know. Just live.

I leave you, the juniors and below, in about 4 months. I will miss you, and I do love all of you, my peers, my community and above all, my friends. Forgive me for the hard times, and forgive me for the fights over nothing, and forgive me for my hateful words. Lets leave on a good note, we have 4 months left together to fix whatever problems we have.

Live for no one but yourself, and love not for yourself but for everyone.

Finals, today and tomorrow we finish. I don't want to do my choir final. We have to sight sing. then sing in small groups. ri-fuckin-diculous, or something. IDK, done with spanish, and psychology, almost done with journalism. THANK GOD! no more pressure on me to do well with my own grade and worry about everyone else. IHOP tomorrow at 2 in the AM or whatever. Then Zero, or Mission on Saturday with Tommy. I'm hungry

Love always,
Alyce A. Wyncester

Poison of choice: Kill Hannah, New Heart for Christmas (they are so hot!)
Weapon of choice: Ruler

God...everytime I think I'm done, I'm really not. Will this vicious circle never end?

Confused and hurt,
Alyce A. Wynchester

Posion of choice: Green Day, Homecoming or whatever
Weapon of choice: Glass Bottle

I want her to drop off the face of the earth.

On a lighter note:

I don't miss you anymore. It's not your touch I need to feel, it's not you kiss that makes me real. I don't need your arms around me, nor your strength to ground me. I can make it on my own, I'm better off alone.

For You,
Alyce A. Wynchester

Poison of choice: MCR, Demolition Lovers
Weapon of choice: pop...lol..not soda

I have become addicted to myspace.com...lol...you should join, but I still love my blog, I just don't have an interesting life lately, I'll post Saturday after something intersting happens

next 5 days:
Thursday the 13th: Talon, then work
Friday the 14th: Ryan, then work
Saturday the 15th: 2 a.m. IHOP, sleep, Zero Gravity
Sunday the 16th: Work, then cleaning
Monday the 17th: Thrifting, Kohl's, Work

So, today. Ryan got Checkerboards. I told him they look super hot, and if he started wearing pants like Ville Valo, or Bam Margera I would have to rape him.

Sincerely,
Sunshine

Poison of choice: H.I.M., Salt in our Wounds
Weapon of choice: Shoes

By Melanie Jarnutowski
News Editor
On December 1, 2004, a small group of students conducted a sociological experiment for Ms. Kersten’s third block sociology class, and gauged the students of H.D. Jacobs on their reactions. These students were seniors and juniors. The seniors were Will Guthrie, the creator of this experiment, Shannon Swanson, Lauren Lazzara, Nick Mozola, and Vanessa Caradona,. The juniors were Keri Kempke and Megan Havlick.
Will, Shannon, and Lauren came to school on December 1 dressed in the most gothic clothing and make-up they owned, and went through an entire day dressed as such. These three walked through the entire school during flex block and were greeted with many hateful comments and gestures.
They received responses from staff and students alike, all of which were negative. Some comments were vulgar and inappropriate for a school setting and others were rude. Some of the comments went as follows: "freak," "Happy Halloween," "disgusting," among others. According to Will one student fell to avoid bumping in to him and touching him.
Some of the staff that witnessed this did not stop student reactions and many were found glaring and gawking at them. One staff member avoided verbal conversation with Will and used only hand gestures.
Megan admitted, "Sometimes when I see people dress like that, I do look, but now I think twice." She later added, "No one deserves to be tormented."
Megan and Keri followed Will, Shannon, and Lauren and stopped at tables to ask students what they thought about the three. They received many appalling comments from the students that looked on.
Vanessa saw them and heard some comments, one such as "what the hell is happening to this school."
Many do not realize things such as this are happening in Jacobs, though it really is.
Keri sums it up by saying, "I just think it's ridiculous that people judge [others] by what they wear."
This experiment was thought up entirely by Will as part of his responsibility as a teacher's aide for Ms. Kersten.

It's been a few days. But nothing really new has happened. Miles and I are talking again, and we are all hanging out again. Not really like old times, but something is always better than nothing.

Head over heels.

I went to bed at 5 in the a.m. yesterday. After going to Willow Creek Church at 2 in the a.m. then to IHOP at 3 in the a.m. Then coming home, and doing some stuff, then going to sleep.

Love,
Sunshine

Poison of choice: T.V.
Weapon of choice: electrical tape. (I will tell the short story of that later.)

this is me, but its blue...maybe more emo like than the red one...idk u tell me 

So today we had a snow day. Me, being the loser that I am, stayed home. All day. I have psychology homework to do. I have to interview a married couple. That should be easy. I'm falling in love with The Used. I miss David. I wish he didn't have to go back so early. I wish I had spent more time with him. But I can wish all I want. That won't turn back the clock. So yea... The 29th I am hoping to go see David. Ummm...yea...photoshop time...OOOOH YEEEEEA!

Bored and such,
Sunshine

Poison of choice: The Used, Hard to Say
Weapon of choice: Snow

ummm, yea...idk if the background really goes, and its kinda bland, but i made this...yay 

I hate the snow

I remain single, not by choice. I refuse to break and talk to Will because he's not worth my time or my heartache. And I now am on www.myspace.com. Miles and I are talking, and we are going to figure things out. Sarah got a Saturday, just as I predicted. David has been away all goddamned night. The puzzle is coming along great (I have the outer edge and started the inside.) I took a really emo pic of me today. (as seen below) Had fun in floor hockey yesterday. And I'm really trying to get along with Jesse these last few weeks of the term.

Love always,
Sunshine

Poison of choice: AFI, Morningstar
Weapon of choice: Christian Republicans

P.S. I'm scared (see me for details.)

this is me. the coloring is weird, it was either red, or white...lol...I chose red 

So, I've been meaning to compile on of these thingys since the end of '04.

-January the 1st, 12 A.M.: I learn that it's best if you don't let a drunk person mix your first drink(s).
-January the 19th: I try to find Zero Gravity for the first time. Carrie, Vicki, Jessy and I get horribly lost, and find the place around 11 or so, see a long line, and go get drunk at the Guthrie's, minus me, who went and "lectured" Will.
-February the 14th: I go to Zero Gravity for the first time, and get humped continuiously by creepy mexicans until Amanda, Danielle, and I find Chris Nitz, and Arthur whatever, and grind on each other a lot to keep creepy people away.
-March the 10th (?): I start a Blog. yay!
-May the 7th: I go to prom. With Dano, 'nuff said.
-June 6th: Junior year ends, I am offically a senior. I begin hangingout with Miles and Samwise, G-reg, and others on a regular basis.
-July the 4th: I spend an entire day in the city with Art. Taste of Chicago, Ferris Wheel, lol. OMG.
-July the 23rd: Mile's turns 17
-July the 24th: I spend a ridiculous amount (sorta) on Warped Tour tickets. Got away with every lie to Marie's mom, and ate at Steak n' Shake with Miles, Samwise, and Marie.
-July the 26th: I find out I have some crappy friends.
-July the 27th: I turn 17.
-August the 22nd: I drink, yell, and had bad sex. ::Mental note: Never again::
-September something or other: I come back to school to see all that I hate and love.
-Same month: I meet Zach, we become great friends.
-October the 30th: I have a Halloween Party. It was fun.
-October the 31st: I go see a scary movie: The Grudge, never again
-November the endish: David comes home, we talk everyday, and see eachother often even though I was grounded. See the Incredibles, and Saw or something.
-December the 19th: Party at Zach's I stripper dance, and accidentally grab a freshman's crotch, oops.
-December the 20th: I spend the day with David, It rocked.
-And concluding the year, I spend a full 25 hours with Zach from the 31st, to the new year. Kiss 4 girls and run topless down the street screaming with 4 girls at midnight.

Today: Did some stuff, like buy a calander, and a puzzle that I'm having a difficult time with.
Conclusion of the year: It sucked [I didn't bother with the bad stuff]

In Remembrance,
Sunshine

Poison of choice: MM, Personal Jesus
Weapon of choice: Knowledge [is power].

"...Bad actors with bad habits
Some sad singers
They just play tragic
And the phone's ringing
And the van's leaving
Let's just keep touching
Let's just keep keep singing
Where's the kid with the chemicals
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
But life's no story book
Love is an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt
"Do you like to hurt?"
"I do! I do!"
"Then hurt me."

Cleaned, I've got school tomorrow. Hurray.

[ .sigh. ]

I want to be with [him]. More than I think [he] knows. Bleh. I'm growing really weary of being alone. I want to be with someone. I want to be with [him], that's who I want to be with. {Maybe I'm a little bit over my head, I come undone at the things he said}

Emo-ly yours,
Sunshine (ironic?)

Poison of choice: Vanessa Carlton, White Houses
Weapon of choice: Crucifixes....mmm Jesus, the harder the better katie.

I spent the night at Zach's and ended spending a grand total of TWENTY FIVE hours with him. That's a real long time. Ran topless with 3 girls and kissed 4. Talked until 5:30 in the morning. Then slept and woke up 10 after one and ate pancakes. mmm.

Bowling tonight. I suck so much at it. LOL

David leaves tomorrow [ .tear. ]

Newly yours,
Sunshine

Poison of choice: KMFDM, Intro [ .which oddly enuff is the last song on the CD. ]
Weapon of choice: Boobs. I'll leave it at that.