tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61920222011-04-21T15:18:51.295-05:00Good Day, SunshineAlison's wierd and random thoughts.Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comBlogger961100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1095998153452057482004-09-23T22:54:00.000-05:002004-09-23T22:55:53.453-05:00Good story of the day:
Today I climbed into the Uni kitchen through the window. And then back out again. Sue got mad at me, but I promised never ever to do it again. Alas.
Also, I am wishing hard for a Jewfro.
Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1090293020419959112004-07-19T22:09:00.000-05:002004-07-19T22:10:20.420-05:00Sorry its been so long (over a month, eep!) But I just wanted to say good lord I love Death Cab for Cutie.
The glove compartment is inaccuratly named
and everybody knows it
So I'm proposing a swift orderly change
Because behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm
And all I find are souvenirs from better times before the gleam of your
taillights fading east to find yourself a better Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1086407119315718492004-06-04T22:39:00.000-05:002004-06-04T22:45:19.316-05:00This morning I finished all my driving hours, so now I can get my drivers license in a month. Woohoo! Then I went to see Harry Potter 3. Good times. I was worried that they'd do Sirius badly or that they would leave my favorite part out, but no. All was good. And I enjoyed it greatly.
Then off to home and ha HA! Then I went and spent the evening with Annie. Ah, so much fun. I came home kind of Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1085529527703640132004-05-25T18:54:00.000-05:002004-05-25T18:59:00.653-05:00Well, one down, three to go. Then I'm a senior! At last...
I'm going to miss having Sensei. I'm going to miss having her class... She is such a sweet person, and I think that she cares about her students more than any other of the teachers at Uni. The other day in class she called us her sons and daughters. Aww, thanks Sensei.
I am feeling better. Alot, actually. I had a good day, alot of Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1085446348920508852004-05-24T19:51:00.000-05:002004-05-24T19:54:21.886-05:00I am so tired and frustrated and mad at everyone. And I don't know why. I am not looking forward to anything in the near future. I guess there are things I could look forward to, but I know that none of it will turn out the way I hope it will. Just like nothing recently has turned out the way I wanted it to.Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1085357703622614652004-05-23T19:06:00.000-05:002004-05-23T19:46:43.206-05:00Its almost the end of the year, the end of what has turned out to be a really strange year for me. Oh, if only I could go back in time to August and tell myself about it. It'd be pretty good.
The dC sleeps alone tonight... hahaha. You know what I'm talking about.
On the list: Fatboy Slim and The Shins. They have distracted me all day. And I need more. I have decided.
Prom was really nice. I Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1085203105834328172004-05-22T00:15:00.000-05:002004-05-22T00:18:25.836-05:00Oh, you have no idea. Ready, normal people?
Indeed. Overall good, and although it was a slow moving day, it was once which I was only in some ways eager to reach the end of. It was the seniors last day, but not mine. Not even my last day of the year. I'm going to miss them. I think I'll be a little lonely next year.
Then onwards to fun, Requiem for a Dream, and then a walk in the park with Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1084745978086046142004-05-16T17:16:00.000-05:002004-05-16T17:21:33.570-05:00 Big Show is done. Kimmy and I had a nice celebration, though, and really all of yesterday was exceptionally nice. So of course I am paying for it today by having alot of work.
I am sore in strange places. Most, I can pinpoint the cause. But my left shoulder- why does that hurt?
I should wear that shirt more often. It created lots of goodness.Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1084414085262482562004-05-12T21:06:00.000-05:002004-05-12T21:08:05.263-05:00I left BS early because I was ill. I still am, although I'm feeling slightly better, but it will be good for me to get sleep anyway.
So goodnight, although much of my world seems to be falling apart. I'll write more later, but tonight the goal is to get at least nine hours of sleep.Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1082876932526184112004-04-25T02:04:00.000-05:002004-04-25T02:13:03.763-05:00There once was a man who decided to become a rooster. He took off all his clothes and lived underneath the table, and he wouldn't eat anything but grain. A prince tried to convince him to come out, but he could not and eventually the prince as well took off his clothes and lived under the table as a rooster. So an old sage came to speak to the man. He said " Can't you see, you can eat at the Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1082765079127763452004-04-23T19:01:00.000-05:002004-04-23T19:08:48.653-05:00I don't like to think of people as 'types'. I think that's lazy. I like to think that people can surprise you.
I woke up about five minutes too late to run this morning. Ah well, I'll be running (in a race!) tomorrow morning.
Then onwards to Tully, the first truly overlooked film that I really liked. It was really excellent. Then a nice walk home with yum-spring smells, and several hours spent Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1082519328043386782004-04-20T22:47:00.000-05:002004-04-20T22:52:53.233-05:00Also:
1. People are stealing my expletive. Its time for a new one.
2. My mom has AIM. Eep! While it may be amusing to see her fooling with it, do I really want her monitering me over AIM? No.Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1082508489199182142004-04-20T19:39:00.000-05:002004-04-20T19:52:14.200-05:00A star sign out of whack, a fraudulent zodiac.
Don't you hate it when people get book deals and then stop posting on their blog?
I didn't get around to doing what I planned today, but maybe some other day it will be better anyway. And I've got to give my Rayb cd back. Who knew that he would miss it? Oh well, I shall just burn it.
I have just far to much to do in the next month and a half. I don'tAlisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1082326416251702052004-04-18T17:08:00.000-05:002004-04-18T17:17:38.716-05:00L is for the way you look at me...
And lets not forget my own version. The show is over at last, and then it was onwards to pretty much the only thing that makes my tech week worth it: the cast party. But first, Big Dog Eat Child, which was excellent, but not as funny as it may have been if it were actually improv, as I was lead to believe. Still, I loved the math and philosophical psychobable. Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1082000754380553522004-04-14T22:41:00.000-05:002004-04-14T22:49:51.326-05:00There is but one thing today and that is: major and complete bonding.
Sadly, there was no dancing backstage. But there was dancing to Counting Crows. And that was good. And, of course, the complete sucess of female fondue. Even thought there was no fondue.
Hopes are high that this weekend and the cast party will be great. Things are looking up, although I don't know why. Last week in this moment Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1081828315100010682004-04-12T22:49:00.000-05:002004-04-12T22:55:49.843-05:00Note to self: Midnite Vultures. Nite like our dear l-i-t-e.
And the spanish stuff, too.
I had Beef for dinner, and it was good. Now Anna and I are off to find foods that begin with l,g, or w. And suggestions?
But eh. It was good. Except when the lights broke. But it will all work out in the end. Isn't optimism a lovely thing?Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1081736343150696892004-04-11T21:15:00.000-05:002004-04-11T21:22:56.090-05:00I could play on a play ground all day. All afternoon, at least. They're great. Why have I stopped visiting them?
Today was supposed to be all gray and cold, but instead it was beautiful. So I spent large amounts of it outside. As much as I could have spent seeing as I had rehersal and Easter dinner. Which I don't understand, because no one at our dinner was Christian and several were Jewish. Or Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1081641928142590842004-04-10T18:05:00.000-05:002004-04-10T19:09:19.793-05:00I don't think its optimism. I just think that that is the way things are. At least I hope that is the way things are, or the way they will be.
But if I didn't say it, I'd still have felt it- where's the sense in that?... I will go down with this ship.
Its appearing that maybe this is the time I should be doing my homework in. Because next week is tech week! Oh hurray... although this is looking aAlisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1081395518074715842004-04-07T22:34:00.000-05:002004-04-07T22:42:25.340-05:00Man I love music. It never fails to effect my emotions is some way- usually a good way. I just listend to Ain't No Mountain High Enough, and it made me feel so happy. It reminded me of all my friends in California. I wish I were still in touch with them, because we had such good times. But I'm really terrible with long-distance, so we barely ever talk anymore. But I was remembering one time when Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1081310094558929522004-04-06T22:52:00.000-05:002004-04-06T22:59:12.543-05:00My first seder. Hurray. It was, as I predicted, excellent.
Aside from the dentist appointment and my everlasting, out of nowhere soreness, today was actually OK, looking back on it. It helps that I am looking through the rose-tinted glass of the last few hours.
Apology gratefully accepted.
Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same.Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1081218010450600642004-04-05T21:07:00.000-05:002004-04-05T21:23:55.153-05:00Walt Whitman and I are on the same wavelength regarding bird-species.
And I wish that I had spent more time on the phone. Or elsewhere. Or not stage managing practically, anyway.
And I am not abnormal. Or Abby Normal. Yay.
I refuse to be boring anymore. I am out to become more like my hero and favorite, Maude. Because she rocks. Alot. But I also refuse to demolish my whole self, because then I'dAlisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1081112217747263822004-04-04T14:58:00.000-05:002004-04-04T16:00:41.060-05:00Curses the past few days have been hectic. But I think that things may be settling back down, at least partially. So that is good.
I am now a thespian, woohoo, but do I have to go to meetings? But induction was mysterious and cheered me up, so it was good. And then onwards.
Its so beautiful outside, I am tempted to go and do my homework out there. But the last time I did that, I ended up takingAlisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1080790178932725202004-03-31T21:13:00.000-06:002004-03-31T21:34:12.653-06:00For Hettie
My wife is left-handed.
which implies a fierce de-
termination. A complete other
worldliness. ITS WIERD, BABY.
The way some folks
are always trying to be
different. A sin & a shame.
But then, she's been a bohemian
all of her life... black stockings
refusing to take orders. I sit
patiently, trying to tell her
whats right. TAKE THAT DAMN
PENCIL OUTTA THAT HAND. YOU'RE
RITING BACKWARDS.Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1080775534545731992004-03-31T17:18:00.000-06:002004-03-31T17:29:12.106-06:00Just a few minutes ago, I was eating a snack of baguette with melted mozarella on top (tasty, I highly recommend it). But the bread was burnt and now my mouth tastes like cigarettes.
Its reared its ugly head again. I should have known that just ignoring it would never work, but I tried! I tried! And now something must be done about it...
Curses Matt (Matt?) frustrates me. My job, mine and Kimmy'sAlisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1080693614910816762004-03-30T18:37:00.000-06:002004-03-30T18:45:21.623-06:00Wandering properties of death
Arresting moons within our eyes and smiles
We did rest
Amongst the granite toumbs to catch our breath
Worldly sounds of endless warring
Were for just a moment silent stars
Worldly boundaries of dying
Were for just a moment never ours
All was new
Just as the black horizons blue
Then along the bending path away
I smiled knowing I'd be back one day
-Rufus
and
IS LOVE Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1080608564280750462004-03-29T18:58:00.000-06:002004-03-29T19:06:19.496-06:00It's not how I imagined I'd spend my first night home- reading eulogies for a woman I never knew- but it seems worthwhile. Its always seemed to me to be an insult to dead people that we don't recognize each and every one of them. But of course this is impossible. Still, it seems to me that when people die, the world should stop. I know thats not possible- then the world would be enternally pausedAlisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1080603502893433352004-03-29T17:33:00.000-06:002004-03-29T17:41:57.513-06:00Returning from our trip at last today, we stopped at Uni on the way home, where I accomplished most, but not all, of my missions. Why is it that lately I have been saying everything in militaristic terms?
I got to use the words 'permeable' and 'animosity' in the same sentance today while conversing with my interviewer. I felt intelligent.
Reading creative things always makes me want to copy them.Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1080152989045540312004-03-24T12:24:00.000-06:002004-03-24T12:33:16.670-06:00Can I actually see my pulse in my wrist or am I just imagining these things?
I am home for the day before continuing on my college extravaganza. So far there is nothing terrible, but nothing exceptional either. Except for two things: 1. naked woman 2. Picasso loans.
I think I shall spend today inside, reading Harry Potter. I started it as a go between book for before I got the book I was waitingAlisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1079739250196185042004-03-19T17:16:00.000-06:002004-03-19T17:37:31.310-06:00Do you believe that we are all innately good?
Do you think that you would love me till tomorrow if you could?
I was saddend because of not a single fun thing over spring break. But now perhaps not.
Today was largely a day of goodness, except for the small blip occuring during 6th period. There was the lovely weather that was taken advantage of three times, at least. What is a hairshirt? Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1079568777300433492004-03-17T18:06:00.000-06:002004-03-17T18:16:15.903-06:00In Anthropology talking about racial problems:
"Yeah, we have the same problem in Central Illinois. Believe it or not, there weren't any black families in Monticello until about ten years ago. Then one family moved in, and everyone was like "You can't just come in here, in our town". But then they found out that they were British. And because they were British and talked in these sophisticated Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1079490302776523132004-03-16T20:20:00.000-06:002004-03-16T20:28:42.466-06:00No one should have to prepare for indignities.
Also, I am still desperatly looking for:
1. An adult free on April 25th and its surrounding weekend
2. Pictures of the Philippine Insurrection.
Ah well. I suppose they will both find me if they want to.
Beautiful one, asleep in the sun, secret sweet and sublime. I came to the realization today that when actually inspired I am not such a slacker. So Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1079410176201889762004-03-15T22:07:00.000-06:002004-03-15T22:12:52.296-06:001. California
2. The twenty minutes
3. Genetics
4. Anthropology
5. Lisa's talk
6. Fights
7. Late night ahead
vs.
1. DadAlisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1079397010635691432004-03-15T18:29:00.000-06:002004-03-15T18:33:26.250-06:00Both of them are gone. Both of them. Please help me.Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1079394374294938042004-03-15T17:41:00.000-06:002004-03-15T17:49:29.640-06:00I can't see it, can you? And it ruined my whole day. Curses!
I feel partially silly giving you only that one sentance, and now that I've admited to my plagarism, I think I should cut back.
Once upon a time I was happy and carefree. Now I am fighting an epic battle with the happy and unhappy sides of me. Especially when I loan out the happy troops, it is hard for the happy side to win. No, I loveAlisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1079296893359227602004-03-14T14:35:00.000-06:002004-03-14T14:47:09.530-06:00Changes to and Notes about Style:
We are again using the serial comma. We are no longer using special ligatures for words with two consecutive "f's. We are no longer capitalizing the names of deities other than the one true Lord God. Instead of 'generalissimo' we are now using 'strongman'; Instead of 'MC Hammer' we are now saying simply 'Hammer'; where we previously used 'Caucasians,' we are now Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1079289270016604072004-03-14T12:30:00.000-06:002004-03-14T12:38:32.513-06:00I hate procrastination. Well, I love it while I'm doing it and then I hate it later. Doesn't everybody?
Those evil psuedo-ladybugs are back. I thought ther were a fall phenomenon- what are they doing littering my floor in the spring?
I want my Californian to cheer me up as I realize that I am going to spend the rest of my day sitting on my bed doing homework. I hope its coming.
Also, my exceedingAlisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-107924272914702312004-03-13T22:41:00.000-06:002004-03-13T23:42:24.983-06:00The microwave is the cause of our problems. Anything that gets that hot without fire- that's the devil.
If you don't remember anything else I've said tonight, remember this: Procrastinate now. Don't wait.
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives, and I decline.
And now for some thoughts of my own. Thank you, thank you. To multiple people for multiple reasons. And I hope you're feeling better.Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1079193599549356252004-03-13T09:55:00.000-06:002004-03-13T10:03:11.546-06:00It is one of two options:
1. I have been consistently cold every night this week
2. My alarm clock has begun to malfunction majorly
Ah well. It gives me a chance to fall asleep all over again, and I like that. It seems that while I wait for my day to begin, I should either read Call to Home, or clean my room, which is terribly messy as a result of my business, frustration, and general increase inAlisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1079156428074276792004-03-12T23:33:00.000-06:002004-03-12T23:43:39.746-06:00I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend
You could cut ties with all the lies that you've been living in
And if you do not want to see me again
I would understand
That was the soundtrack to my day- not because the lyrics have any pertinence to what happend to me, but because it was running through my head on repeat all day long, just those four lines. And I never got tired of it.
I Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1078969384836309972004-03-10T18:36:00.000-06:002004-03-10T19:46:13.483-06:00I have exhausted all forms of entertainment in my dad's office, so today, Oh best beloved, you will be treated to a long stream-of-concious bit of me. Let me set the scene. I am sitting on a rolling chair, with my feet up on a different one, and as a result I am sliding all over the room while attempting to write this. The room is a sterile office, haphazardly decorated with photographs, Beatles Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1078891907757410372004-03-09T21:53:00.000-06:002004-03-09T22:15:34.466-06:00Its funny how my favorite shirt smells more like you than me.
I went to the English library today. I felt so scholarly, taking notes from a large stack of books in the beautiful old building.
Walking back, the Quad looked like a painting. The sky was blue and the clouds were cream. The lighting was exactly perfect, especially on the building where the front door is on the second story. The Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1078804445550664782004-03-08T20:23:00.000-06:002004-03-08T21:57:12.233-06:00I am sinking in hypocrisy and delusions of grandeur. Its my crisis. But I've decided to put this off until I can better back up my claim.Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1078701190199428212004-03-07T17:06:00.000-06:002004-03-07T17:16:15.013-06:00You know there's something I dont want to do by the fact that this is my third post today. Eh.
I was all set to write my history paper. But when I put my fingers to the keyboard, instead what came out was a fairly macabre story about a little boy named Elliot. Details upon request.
This morning I discovered that Roger Ebert has heard my prayers. For years I have vowed not to see Lawrence of Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1078694192941581152004-03-07T14:15:00.000-06:002004-03-07T15:19:37.610-06:00It began as an autoethnography. 45 minutes later, it is a scathing review of the college system.
Outside, it sounds like the world is ending. The light in my room changes as the sun slips out from behind the clouds and then falls back again. One moment it seems blindingly bright, the next moment too dark to see my computer screen.
Today has been a day of philosophy, in case you couldn't tell, O Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1078678812131879272004-03-07T10:58:00.000-06:002004-03-07T11:03:16.780-06:00When I awoke this morning, and opened my eyes, I discovered that the sun and I were perfectly aligned. The sun was shining bright white light straight into my eyes, as if I had died in my sleep and gone to heaven.Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1078624925780092532004-03-06T19:55:00.000-06:002004-03-06T20:05:09.543-06:00' If we had thirty fingers on each hand, we'd be fighting World War III by now. See, the Incas had a base 60 counting system. Since the numbers were so big, they had a symbol for each one. They couldn't fit a big snarling green monster on the face of a watch for when it was 5:36. So they needed a big technological leap to deal with this problem. Because of this technological leap, by now we'd Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1078597975998645992004-03-06T12:29:00.000-06:002004-03-06T12:35:58.920-06:00So we talked to her, and everything was good and plenty. It was very fun, actually. Hurray for the return.
Today as I flopped down on my bed, there was a loud crunching sound. 'Eep I have crushed my cat's spine.' But thankfully she was okay, and is now snoozing cattily beside me.
Things smell brunky.
Really I should be doing my homework. However, the more I have the longer I seem to want to Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1078457620447758342004-03-04T21:30:00.000-06:002004-03-04T21:36:41.123-06:00Hermenuetic window, anyone? I barely even know what that means, so of course I cannot base an entire philosophic paper on it.
I have an extremely short attention span. I cannot even pay attention to the whole length of a song- I skip from track to track after only a minute or two of a song.
Number one. Hahahahaha.
Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1078362723184181282004-03-03T19:06:00.000-06:002004-03-03T19:15:02.640-06:00You should try not hating it one time and see how that works.
While today has been very good, with multiple dicussions of H&M, I am still undergoing terrible crisises, on many scales. There is the 'Oh dear what am I going to do with my life' crisis, the 'Throw caution into the wind?' crisis, and a plethora of others. Dear oh dear I am unsure of what to do. But I suppose that floating along in a Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1078282562481252022004-03-02T18:57:00.000-06:002004-03-02T20:59:00.060-06:00Last night I discovered that the later you are up trying to type something, the more inefficient you get as you have to delete and retype every other letter.
I was in a funk today, but then thought 'Alison you are being ridiculous', and I slapped myself and snapped out of it.
An hour later, I return, having baked brownies, only to learn that there is something drastic in the room. But then it isAlisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1078082023938907212004-02-29T13:09:00.000-06:002004-02-29T13:16:38.890-06:00My sincerest apologies to you, faithful reader, for the severe lack of posts. Its rather unfourtunate, too, since I've had lots of lovely things going on which I'm sure you'd like to hear about. In summary:
Speed
Spider
Bruises
Picnic
Noises Off
Sins
Grass & Sunshine
Amended Sins
He saw that fabled bird of Indian legend, which is born without feet and thus can never alight. It sleeps in the high Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1077764756929226612004-02-25T20:58:00.000-06:002004-02-25T21:08:46.966-06:00I had to stop in the middle of The Scarlet Letter because I had a very strong urge to write in my blog. The sentences were forming in my head, distracting me from those on the page.
Today has been a day of goodies, things broken and then fixed, scatalogical humor, and memories of 5th and 6th grade. Inspired, I downloaded several (six) songs that reminded me of that time. Some of them I can Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1077673820912072702004-02-24T19:44:00.000-06:002004-02-24T19:53:09.670-06:00Ah, the power of music. I believe that once in the past I requested a tack- I'd like it again. Or the other solution would be to buy myself an iPod or someother device on which I could store my entire music collection, and carry it with me everywhere, retreating into my self-contained world whenever I didn't want to deal with my outside one. Of course, that would be only a very temporary solutionAlisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-107759152637008742004-02-23T20:49:00.000-06:002004-02-23T21:01:32.890-06:00Looking back on the posts of the last few days, I realized that all of them contain the word 'sadness', or some form there of. Since I love and appreciate my happy side as well, I've decided to make a list of all the things that are good and happy. Ok, no I havn't. Although I promise you there are many. But somehow while writing the list I decided that it was a stupid and pointless exercise, Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1077428490660996462004-02-21T23:30:00.000-06:002004-02-21T23:44:15.013-06:00Today, at least the latter part of it, has been marked by intense feelings of paranoia. I'm also- and I don't mean to steal Caitlin's thunder- feeling a small bit of self-pity. Eh. Apathy has been my way of life so far, I suppose I'll continue. Although I would say that even though it is my solution to most of my problems, it causes those problems to begin with. It's a vicious feedback cycle.
It Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1077251878206221542004-02-19T22:15:00.000-06:002004-02-19T22:40:39.640-06:00I've become very cautious. Whenever I wear I rain coat, I also put on sunglasses. Who knows when it will rain, when it will turn out to be sunny.
The body loses water when you jog; you have none left for tears.
Ah, wisdom. Can I say that I feel as if I have had only moments, today, but no real conversations. Which is rather upsetting. It saddens me. Hopefully tommorow will be better in that Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1077155485298857362004-02-18T19:48:00.000-06:002004-02-18T19:54:05.030-06:00Today was better, in part because of a general decrease in useless standing. But also I have realized that I've been a terrible person in other respects. And that was more than partially upsetting. Resolution: no more of that.
I had more to say but it was all wiped from my mind when the wave of sadness hit. Bad things today:
Sadness and guilt (see above)
General pecking away of myself
Being an 'Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1077070551173789912004-02-17T20:04:00.000-06:002004-02-17T20:18:30.093-06:00Don't surround yourself with yourself.
Something I always try to follow, but sometimes its hard. Especially with the rules. I hate my rules.
Also, I realize I am such a creature of habit. To terrible degrees. I should be enjoying my Agora week. Instead, I am falling apart because I have no routine. And no time to form one. I don't know who's going to appear in the halls when I leave a class. AndAlisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1076979209030200222004-02-16T18:47:00.000-06:002004-02-16T18:56:05.920-06:00Note to self: make plans. A lovely day all in all. May I say that I love nooks and crannies, especially when they are filled with books or maybe other nice things. And I'm tired of people telling me to eat. Please don't.
Its a Rufus renaissance over here, which is nice. I've also had the strange urge to embroider peace signs onto all my articles of clothing. So far I've resisted for the most Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1076877438821351062004-02-15T14:33:00.000-06:002004-02-15T14:39:54.466-06:00I've noticed lately that very often my gut reaction and my rational feelings differ greatly. And its causing some problems. I wish my id and ego, or whatever it is, would agree with themselves for once. It'd make things alot easier for me. And yes, I know, if I was entirely rational and pragmatic, it would get a little boring, but do my two feelings have to be on opposite ends of the spectrum? Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1076859413769948302004-02-15T09:34:00.000-06:002004-02-15T09:39:46.780-06:00I was awoken in the middle of the night by mice scurrying through my walls. It took me a few moments to realize that this was not a usual occurance. But I grabbed the opportunity and took the time to think.
Consequently, I slept very little, and didn't really wake up when Caitlin told me that we were going running. So now I'm still here, while she's out having a lovely time, I'm sure. Ah well.Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1076823352457096712004-02-14T23:27:00.000-06:002004-02-14T23:39:37.763-06:00Can't expect the world to be all Raggedy Andy while running on empty, you little old doll with a frown.
Ah, Rufus and scary but pleasant knowledge. Also, discovery of the holy grail and strange fascination. Overall an excellent day. Complete with two movies and goodies aplenty. Strong memories of the Spring play last year (brought on, at least in part, but my dear Rufus W.) lead to large amountsAlisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1076728751289949362004-02-13T21:14:00.000-06:002004-02-13T21:22:44.436-06:00Many good things today, including but not limited to:
1. We love surgeons
2. The Weekend
3. A certain movie, I'm sure you know the one I speak of
4. Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God
5. Smooth routine
6. The nice guy
Bad things:
1. Speech
2. Math quiz
3. Low batteries
So twice as many good things as bad? I would say that is a fairly good ratio, even if I did appear to be having a breakdown Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1076639975254223122004-02-12T20:36:00.000-06:002004-02-12T20:43:12.360-06:00Today: chaos and prayers, and the cast list. Overall goodness, although there is at least one notable exception. Went to Loomis in an unusual fashion, and was joined moments later by friends. Goody.
Watashi ni totte spotsu wa muzukashi des. Demo, hashirukoto ga ski des.
Ha ha, I can do it. Also, OCD concerning stripes. I've been diagnosed. Eep.
Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1076546010773789492004-02-11T18:30:00.000-06:002004-02-11T18:36:00.996-06:00Six advil, eh? It seems a bit excessive. Suffering from a serious tri-conditional condition, I had to go home today. Feeling slightly better, I've decided to tell you, O best beloved, what transpired.
1. What does God say?
2. Sleep
3. Eli
4. Sleep
5. Anthropology
6. Caitlin
7. Doctor
8. Now
Raise your hand if you know what each of these things is. Yes, at times when I go back and read I can't Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1076465345577267892004-02-10T20:06:00.000-06:002004-02-10T20:11:34.840-06:00Can I have my weekend yet? It is only Tuesday, yet already I feel unloved and worn out. Where are my friends?
No, but life is not all sadness. Today Mr. Stone's self esteem was lowered, and humor ensued.
However, I am feeling generally apathetic, and if not apathetic, lonely. And no one's come to pull me out.Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1076373157132017922004-02-09T18:27:00.000-06:002004-02-09T18:50:45.716-06:00I've settled into a premature funk, and theres nothing I can do about it. I've discussed ways to fix it, and I've decided that I will just get my homework done exceedingly well until tech week, light of my life. Can I punch a hole in my wall? It would add blood to my knuckles, which is always snazzy. Although I'm not sure it is healthy to describe my bloody knuckles as snazzy.
I've been told Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1076279176096780822004-02-08T16:06:00.000-06:002004-02-08T16:28:42.123-06:00Music from the saddest people is the most hopeful.
I was distracted and lost my train of thought, even the caboose which was the best part. I had 30 laps of meditation today, it was good for me. That wasn't the caboose, that was a middle car but it's all I can remember. It will have to do.Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-107626492108709672004-02-08T12:21:00.000-06:002004-02-08T12:31:06.873-06:00On the soap opera "The Young and the Restless", several individuals suffer from a rapid aging syndrome in which a young child is sent off to boarding school and returns three months later an angry teenager. In the Newman family, siblings Nicholas and Victoria aged from ages six and eight to sixteen and eighteen within a few months. Their parents, Victor and Nikki, are not affected; in fact, they Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1076215422241911962004-02-07T22:40:00.000-06:002004-02-07T22:46:07.013-06:00Today was a many things. I expanded horizons part two. Also I need a nose glove and I am a thief. But I enjoy it. Today's also been a day for a lot of thinking about me, which I think is always healthy. So I've been analyzing myself. I'm doing fairly well, I think. I feel kind of bad being so jovial when other people have complicated lives and such, but ah well. Things work out, you know.
Does Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1076025272947909242004-02-05T17:49:00.000-06:002004-02-05T17:57:16.763-06:00In between Sell, Sell, Sell and The Humour of the Situation, there were faint tinkles of gunshots and Marcellus Wallace. I am enhumoured. Also I believe that the Barenaked Ladies are psychic. Think about it.
Funny how my day went from saddend to happy in the second half, during which I had back to back tests. But I suppose how I feel about my day is usually shaped more by the few minutes I spend Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1075942568338244122004-02-04T18:50:00.000-06:002004-02-04T18:58:28.610-06:00The last post I had to write quickly before it scurried out of my head, or else I would have just added it on to the end of this or some such post.
I would like to point out that fears have been magnified by the very those who have tried to cure them. Either they have forgotten and accidentaly slipped up, or they're trying to tell me something. Or both, of course.
My routine worked exceedingly Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1075939010175100802004-02-04T17:47:00.000-06:002004-02-04T17:59:10.390-06:00When there's snow on the ground, and the sun has begun to set so the sky is a bright blue and there are no clouds in view, the blue of the sky reflects on the snow and for a moment the whole world glows. It lasts only for a few minutes, in between when the sky is still its normal wintertime whiteness and when it gets so dark that there isn't enough light to shine on the snow, but while its there Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1075866221693513502004-02-03T21:37:00.000-06:002004-02-03T22:02:00.623-06:00I have finished! I thought a few comments would be in order:
1. You'd think systemic would have a better definition.
2. I need a massage.
3. It goes like this, we have no choice; the minarets,
The wailing voice
And vaguely Celtic music fills the air
We choose a foreigner to hate,
The new Iraq gets more irate
We really know nothing about them, and no one cares
Aladdin and Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1075853187059329982004-02-03T18:00:00.000-06:002004-02-03T18:08:46.623-06:00My alarm clock has been malfunctioning for so long that now I've begun hallucinating that its going of when really its not.
Also, today's been a rollercoaster. I'm hoping for a smoother ride tommorow. I know that I as well hate it when people are vague on blogs, but thats as much as I'm going to tell you, O best beloved.
Also, dear freinds who are in English with me: Thoreau is not going to sub Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1075775768057440492004-02-02T20:32:00.000-06:002004-02-02T20:38:25.966-06:00Three things of note:
1. Bill Gates is coming to town- maybe if I ask he'll buy Uni some new lights.
2. I like Placebo more than you may think.
3. I like Third Eye Blind more than even Barenaked Ladies, if you believe that.
4. I am posting under pressure.
Four.Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1075691261990715962004-02-01T21:05:00.000-06:002004-02-01T21:15:03.250-06:00And one more thing. Several more, actually. At least two, anyway.
1. What do my parents think I am, 60? Normal toothpaste, please.
2. Quasi-tribal music in the background makes me feel rather surreal.
3. Note to self: if I ever make a movie, let it rain during the happy scenes and be sunny during the sad ones.
4. Is wont spelled 'wont' or 'won't'? It seems as if it should be a conjunction, or Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1075683703958425102004-02-01T18:55:00.000-06:002004-02-01T20:42:03.653-06:00'We get it almost every night, and when that moon gets big and bright- its supernatural delight, everybody was dancing in the moonlight.'
Funny that should be in my head. Firstly, I would like to offer sincere apologies, and promises for next weekend to a certain faithful reader (I'm not naming names). Then I would like to point out the link between John Cusak and Love in the Time of Cholera. ItAlisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1075655564498330372004-02-01T11:05:00.000-06:002004-02-01T11:15:58.513-06:00I've learned and interesting fact, which is that my hair is both curly and straight in the worst sort of way. But it is very long, which I rather enjoy but no one else can because I never wear it down because of the above mentioned fact.
I am now listening to Green Day, the last side effect of my expanded horizons. Here's the rundown of how I've liked everything, from my favorite down (I will Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1075605144543632542004-01-31T21:02:00.000-06:002004-01-31T21:14:40.060-06:00'Alison, you're going to woozel away in a fit of dwindel'
Wise words Mom. May I say:
1. I love the Barenaked Ladies and other pleasant effects of my broadend horizons.
2. Farah is very tiny and cute.
3. The top of the garage is nice.
4. I want a piggybank in a plant.
Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1075522006951445182004-01-30T22:00:00.000-06:002004-01-31T21:16:10.700-06:00Many good things are today. Possibly the most important is, I will announce it here, the birth of Farah Sofia Khadra Willenbrock. I have never been so excited about the birth of any other baby, except perhaps my brother. But I was only five then and didn't really understand what was going on.
I just arrived back from Cirque Eloize at Krannert. I was slightly skeptical while first going, but I Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1075427808603912512004-01-29T19:54:00.000-06:002004-01-29T19:59:00.686-06:00James Taylor makes me lonely, even though I'm not. Why is it that listening to music or watching movies of people with sad lives makes me upset? To much empathy, perhaps. Something my fifth grade teacher once told me I had, although I wasn't quite sure what it meant then. Now I guess I know. I hope I can do something useful with this empathetic ability, besides crying when I hear Sweet Baby James.Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1075257422012502632004-01-27T20:35:00.000-06:002004-01-27T20:39:11.670-06:00I'm too happy. I've been spoken to before about how too much happiness is bad, that it just raises the bar and soon you'll have to be even happier to be happy. Its like drugs. And while I have always argued the point, and said that I would prefer to be infinitly happy, now seems a low point when really it is just not the uber happiness I have felt before.Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1075247971348387722004-01-27T17:56:00.000-06:002004-01-27T18:01:40.606-06:00What defines me?
I am here. I am caring, I am passionate, I am weird. I am at once eloquent and nonsensical. I put my pants on two legs at a time. I am sick, I am tired, I am full of joy. I am stuck between toddler and adult, going from one to the other at the drop of a pin. I am a fan, I am fanatic, I am apathetic. I cannot make decisions. I touch, taste, and listen with delight. I am rosy Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1075157821301269362004-01-26T16:55:00.000-06:002004-01-26T17:05:58.200-06:00Today:
Broke the braclet
Wrote like Dylan Thomas
Didn't do my homwork
Didn't eat lunch
Discovered race doesn't exsist except in my mind
Diagnosed myself with muscular dystrophy
Got several looks
Van MorrisonedAlisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1075087359113912892004-01-25T21:19:00.000-06:002004-01-25T21:24:46.343-06:00Sometimes I hit myself with my cowardice. Why am I stupid like that at times? I dont know.
Raise your hand if you believe Fire and Rain to be one of the saddest songs ever. As do I. I believe I've already told you, o best beloved, of my fondness for this song but perhaps I will hammer it into you brain a little more.
My family cracks me up. I was describing to Tom the way that our dinner Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1075053328813170962004-01-25T11:52:00.000-06:002004-01-25T11:58:35.436-06:00I went from utmost happiness to feeling like a terrible person in only minutes. Really, at some point I sould attempt to think of others instead of my own happiness. I am sorry to you whom I have made upset.
On a lighter note, may I say that I have truly enhumoured myself. Not for that which makes others upset, but for reasons which you may see if you were to be on AIM at this moment.Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1075049325050029002004-01-25T10:47:00.000-06:002004-01-25T10:53:46.576-06:00Right now I am filled with an overwhelming sense of contentment. I am listening to Fire and Rain, which makes me simultaneously upset and joyous. I am dredging up memories not only of all the things I have done in the past four years of my life, but also the fun I had last night, running through campus in flip flops and toe socks in January. Now seems like a perfect moment. Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1074916457138393432004-01-23T21:49:00.000-06:002004-01-23T21:56:38.060-06:00Today I realized that I have no time. In my life. I barely have time to go to college, and I'm definitly not going to grad school. I have to many things I want to accomplish and I'm going to have to get started as soon as possible.
Also, on a partially related note, if I could spend an evening with anyone, living or dead, who would it be? I can't answer that question. I guess it depends on what Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1074817808069421272004-01-22T18:06:00.000-06:002004-01-22T18:32:10.810-06:00May I yell and scream loudly JUST SO STORIES. I am infinitly proud of myself. And not only that, but today I also devised a plan to better the world. Along with a little help from my friends, namely Tom.
A few moments ago, I made a journey to Dr. Howard, and who should I see there but Erika Harold. I resisted the urge to introduce myself as a Uni student and yell at her for all the bad things Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1074746775717205442004-01-21T22:36:00.000-06:002004-01-22T17:18:15.360-06:00So, its fondue for Saturday. Yes! I accompanied Ma'ayan to the ballet tonight. It was good, the dancers came all the way from Russia and all had names such as Olga and Vasylev. But I enjoyed it. Then afterwards we had carrotcake, who's orange icing tasted of soap, and discussed things. She has recommended Weezer to broaden my musical horizons, so I will put that on my mental checklist. We also Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1074650617549054952004-01-20T19:56:00.000-06:002004-01-20T20:05:38.013-06:00Sunny Skies sleeps in the morning
He doesnt know when to rise
Closes his weary eyes upon the day
Look at him yawning
Throwing his morning hours away
He knows how to ease down slowly
Everything is fine in the end
And you will be pleased to know
That Sunny Skies hasn't a friend
Sunny Skies weeps in the evening
It doesn't much matter why
I guess he just has to cry from time to time
Everyone's Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1074565313661183372004-01-19T20:18:00.000-06:002004-01-19T20:23:52.513-06:00so, i admit that i am posting partially to escape from the two papers that i have to write before tommorow. i got back from kansas, equipped with my snazzy new fedora and a peice of leather wrapped around my fingers. hopes are high for future flights with little or no scared-ness. i was speaking with caitlin about her blog, and i realized that i had not posted anything in mine since winter break.Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1071537771009301132003-12-15T19:14:00.000-06:002003-12-15T19:23:04.636-06:00today i announced to my parents my plan of not going to college and instead becoming a starving artist in new york. they werent very supportive. they also raised the question of what kind of art i was going to produce, because if you are going to be an artist you must make some kind of art. i suppose id be an author. except that i dont like to show what i write to anyone. maybe thats why id be Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1071282168805602132003-12-12T20:18:00.000-06:002003-12-12T20:26:15.173-06:00My last post didnt work. Lets hope this one does.
Today was the first meeting of movie club. it was rather fun. im excited. id say it is the best idea i never had. we watched Trainspotting. also, my parents have begun giving me looks. im surrounded by people with looks. its rather sad.
also, i realized that i have been sining the beatles for weeks and weeks. i put on my beatles mix cd, only to Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192022.post-1071110951951382462003-12-10T22:44:00.000-06:002003-12-12T20:28:02.546-06:00Dude, this is a good day. I feel like my life is finally perfect for the first time in a while. I'm full of happiness and warm thoughts :-). Just lots of lovely and excellent things, all happening at the same time.
Hmmm... I also feel strangely full of movie and music referances. I cant help but see everything as a reference. Last night, I was watching Angels in America, and there was this shot Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975633730633003205noreply@blogger.com