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Thank You Nelly and Fergie

2007-04-02T12:25:00.000-04:00

As test scores plummet and America's youth become less inclined to study, it is nice to know that someone is putting their popularity to good use. My thanks go out to Nelly and Fergie on behalf of American citizens who actually care about the decline of decent vocabularies of our teenagers and college students. Through the influence of certain modern musical genres youngsters have taken up words like "fo shizzle" and their life dream is to become a "gansta" or a "ho" depending on gender. As a result education is pushed down further on the list of important tasks. I commend the efforts of Nelly and Fergie to try to help the youth of America regain their desire to learn. In two popular songs, Nelly and Fergie have used a word longer than 5 letters, "promiscuous". No doubt Nelly and Fergie left many youngsters scratching their heads, wondering what on earth that horrifyingly long word could ever mean. So thank you Nelly and Fergie for attempting to add a little education and, dare I say, culture, to your music. They could have easily said "I am a slut"/"I'm not a whore" or "I sleep around"/"I don't have an easy virtue". Instead, they thought of our nation's SAT scores and the growing mockery that the United States is gaining in international circles. Soon travel agencies in France will be bearing posters that say "Come to America the land of the fat savages!" "For only $400 take a historical tour of one of the world's former powers!" "Live among the natives for two weeks and learn about the downfall of an advanced society!"

Before I end, I would like to make a request: Ladies, now that you've shown you have a vocabulary that isn't limited to dirty 4-letter words, please o, please work on your grammar. And if it isn't too much trouble please be good role models to our young girls who desire nothing more than to be just like you.

Gazebo

2007-03-14T18:06:00.000-04:00

Sitting alone
Lost in thought
Lightening crackles
Across threatening sky
Forlorn little girl
Mood as the changing scene
Thunder roars
As if matching the cry
Of her breaking heart
Wind beats on unprotected sides
In the Gazebo where she sits
Far away from the world
The roof above her only protection
Her wordless sigh
Looking up at the tormented sky
Foolish little girl
Searching for love
Losing herself along the way
Rain pouring in
Cold encircling exposed skin
Numb
She feels nothing
But the hurt within
She hears nothing
But the wind
Echoing the screams of her heart
Forlorn little girl
Far away from the world
Aloof in her Gazebo
Trying to block the many thoughts
Of him

I'm about to eat me some people

2007-02-20T19:32:00.000-05:00

I am very angry right now. I have just spent the last 45 minutes on the phone with the tech support of a website I need to be able to view for one of my history classes. For two weeks I have been exchanging e-mails with the tech support team with them not fixing my problem and them treating me like I have the intelligence level of a third grader. I would like to take this opportunity to say that I am not stupid and that I do know how to spell my own login name and password. If the tech support would actually listen to what I said in the first place, I think this issue would have been resolved by now, but noooo they had to be all superior and tell what was happening wasn't possible. After spending 45 minutes on the phone, guess what IT STILL DOESN'T WORK!!! The lady finally got it through her thick head that hey, this girl knows how to spell and is typing in her password correctly and we still can't get the system to work. So my problem apparently has been sent to the higher ups to see what is going on. I have never been so close to yelling at someone in my life, even at work when a costumer was being a real pain in the neck I never had to bit my lip in order to say things I would regret. But oh golly this lady tried my patience more than anything! After I hung up the phone I started yelling and burst into tears. All I want is to be able to read my documents and be prepared for the quizzes we have to take like every week over them!!! That's all! I'm not asking for the moon or to ride a camel. I just want to do my homework.

It's Like Living in a Snow Globe!

2007-02-13T19:16:00.000-05:00

I awoke this morning at 6:30 for my 7:50 class. The first thing I did was run over to my window, look out to a great white swirling world, say "no freaking way", and promptly return to my nice warm bed. My class is allllllll the way across campus and you couldn't have paid me $50 to walk that far this morning , especially since that class was American Civilization with Burden (shoot me). Luckily for me my roomie's boyfriend called at around 7:15 to tell us that our college had officially canceled classes for today. :) For the next half hour my roomies, Cheksie and Emily, were so excited that they called everyone and their great-uncle Tom to tell them the wonderful news. All the while I am laying in my bed wishing for a pair of earplugs or a gun. Anyways I didn't get up until after 11 and it was glorious. I started reading the Odyssey, watched part of the Sound of Music, wrote a little poetry, and just lounged in general. However, today for the first time I was actually homesick (which is rather amusing as I was home for the weekend). I guess there is something about a snow day that makes you feel like you are back in high school. I just wanted to be lounging on my couch at home or hanging out with my home friends. I really am beginning to hate being here so far away from everyone. People here are boring. I'm annoyed because my only class for tomorrow is canceled as well and I could have been home an extra two days. Alas, I suppose that is how the cookie crumbles. I'm going to stop rambling and go do something productive...like play Mario Cart...

Tis the Season to be Dreary

2007-02-12T02:01:00.000-05:00

Well St. Valentine's Day is almost upon us again...blah. This year I can't make up my mind whether I should wear black or red. If I wear black it will show the world I am single and depressed but if I wear red, I'll be saying I'm single and optimistic. Right now I can't decide which would be more fun. Since I'm thinking of fun I guess that means I'm feeling optimistic or at least that I'm not depressed. But since this wardrobe choice is becoming a very difficult decision that means that I am borderline depressed because if I were optimistic I would definitely choose red without knowing that I had a choice to chose black. I hope that made sense to you because I just read it over again and I have no clue what the heck I was talking about. I didn't used to mind this time of year so much. Of course I would give the normal "single woman gripes and groans" but this year I would really like to know what it is like to have a someone, a "Valentine" on Valentine's Day. Ladies if I get a dozen comments on this thing filled with "awww, don't feel bad sweetie your Prince will come soon"'s I might have to hurt someone. I don't want sympathy, I'm just sending out a random question into the void. On a side note: the candy hearts that say things like "Be Mine" and "Kiss Me" I hate those things. I can't believe people actually eat them they are disgusting! Oh and contrary to many commercials I've seen during this joyous season, diamond heart pendants and shinny red heart boxers just aren't cool Valentine's Day gifts. They scream tacky. And big stuffed pink teddy bears, please give me a break. I still fail to understand why it is considered to be a good idea to give a girl above the age of 11 a teddy bear. Guys, would you give your 24 year old girlfriend a teddy bear for her birthday? No, of course not! Then why is it acceptable to give her one on Valentine's Day? Flowers are a good idea. Chocolate...eh only if you have something to go with it like flowers. Diamond rings and bracelets...perfection but only if you flowers to go with them. In celebration of this joyous event I plan to make red potatoes (actually they will probably turn out pink but whatever close enough. At least I'm trying to be a merry romantic). Happy (almost) Valentine's Day one and all!

The Adventures of Cheksie and Alikson

2007-01-25T19:11:00.000-05:00

Every Tuesday and Thursday Cheksie and I journey to the land of Nigeria in order to learn American Public Policy. Our professor is Nigerian and hilarious. Every day is a struggle to wade through his thick Nigerian accent and understand the subject matter which seems to be presented in an entirely random way. Eventhough at the end of each day we leave with bewildered looks on our faces and headaches, we really love the class because you never know what will come out of Kunle's mouth next. Please read the quotes below in a Nigerian accent...it will make it much more fun! ;)

The Class Roster in Kunle's Mind:
Chelsie: Cheksie or Cheks
Allison: Alixson
Mindy: Mandy or Communications girl
Brooke: Broke
Aaron: 1st Aaron
Aaron: Other Aaron
Everyone else has Nigerian-proof names

When Normal Subjects Turn Nigerian:
"Federalism is like a beautiful bride...and a very horribly ugly groom."

After Cheksie spilled coffee all over her shirt: "I do not like coffee. As we say in Nigeria, there is an evil spirit in me that causes me not to like it so it probably went in you. So just say 'the devil in Kunle causing this problem in me just get out!'"

"And by God's grace we are able to go to da restroom. Let me give you an example. There was a woman who could not go to the restroom, so she pray and pray to God to be able to go to the restroom. Finally she was able to go and so she pray to God to be able to get it all out."

"I do not know why you are in this class. Maybe it is because you really want to learn about Public Policy or maybe it is because you think Kunle looks like a little boy and you like to look at him and you wonder why he is the professor and you are the student. Maybe it is because you like the way the room is set up and you feel at home. Or maybe the carpet makes you feel happy inside."

Where Did This Come From????
"Silly Americans sometimes ask me 'Kunle were you attacked by a tiger?' and I tell them 'yes and I kill the tiger. I am very bold man.'"

"I come all the way from Africa with an empty brain."

"Don't worry I just have to remove my front teeth."

"My wife taught me the English term 'chicken' last night. Like the chicken cross the road."

"My wife and went on a trip and I didn't know about toll roads and she didn't tell me. So we get on one and have no change and so we have to turn around."

2007-01-20T22:45:00.000-05:00

Your Slanguage Profile

British Slang: 75%

Prison Slang: 50%

Aussie Slang: 25%

Victorian Slang: 25%

Canadian Slang: 0%

New England Slang: 0%

What Slanguage Do You Speak?

The Story of My Life and the Words I Can't Say...

2007-01-20T00:06:00.000-05:00

Time to Shake Things Up a Little

2006-12-21T01:48:00.000-05:00

As you may have noticed I haven't written any blogs recently, mainly because I haven't really been in the mood to write and I have been occupied with more important tasks like sleeping and reading my new ginormous incredibly cool Egypt book that I totally splurged on (remind me to start posting random facts about ancient Egypt on my blog hehe). Now I have an earth shattering announcement to make, if you are not sitting down already I suggest you do so now. I am seriously considering changing schools. What, you may ask, would prompt this sudden wish to change the direction of my life? Well, I received my school bill for Spring semester and realized I would have to take out yet another student loan to pay for it. Then I started thinking about all the other loans I have taken out in the last two years and then I just wanted to throw up. As much as I love my school, the students and professors, it is simply too expensive. So I've been thinking about going to Purdue. Quite frankly, the very thought of attending Purdue terrifies me. It is soooooooo HUGE and there are sooooooo many people! I like my campus because it is small and personal, I know all the professors in my division and I know a lot of the students and if I haven't met them I at least know their faces. Purdue is massive and that scares me. I've gone to small Christian schools all of my life and I think I would get lost. I get lost driving from my house to the mall for crying out loud and I've been to the mall thousands of times. I even get lost and disoriented inside the mall! This may sound odd, but big places make me dizzy. Purdue is so cheap though (comparatively speaking) and I don't want to rack up anymore debt. I'm so comfortable at my school. I feel secure there (except when I have to walk back to my dorm, by myself at 2 am). I don't think that level of comfort is a good thing for me. At Purdue I will be thrown into my worse nightmare and that is the best way for me grown as a person. I lack courage and maybe if I am thrown into a situation far away from my bubble-like existence, courage will be something I may acquire. Well, enough of my random thoughts. I'm making a pro/con list and if you think of any I should add let me know! ;)

Christmas Carolers on Drugs...

2006-12-08T15:57:00.000-05:00

Last night I had the privilege of being visited in my dorm by two groups of Christmas carolers. Though the music was sweet to my ears, my eyes didn't particularly enjoy the occasion. The first group was Hodson hall, the jock guy dorm on campus who have made it their tradition to go to run to all the girl dorms and sing Christmas carols clad only in their boxers (and t-shirts if we're lucky). Through every floor of every girl dorm they walk and sing while the ladies poor into the hallways to watch the spectacle. It gets ridiculous let me tell you. Poor sheltered Christian school girls can get a little crazy. The second group of carolers that I got to see were ladies from third floor who decided it would be a good idea to spread some Christmas cheer by singing carols while wearing nothing but underwear and strategically placed scarves. Let me tell you that on some of the girls the scarves didn't even begin to cover anything (apologies to my male audience). I believe that it is around exams that college students get so stressed out and have had their brains completely fried that anything becomes a good idea. Words of wisdom: if you think you have a good mischievous idea during the last week before exams/Christmas break, immediately tie yourself to a chair and say out loud "bad idea" 200 times before untying yourself...

The Craziness Continues

2006-12-08T02:47:00.000-05:00

In the last four days I have gotten approximately 9 hours of sleep total. I pulled four all nighters in a row because I had so much to do. It is now 3:00 in the morning. I have nothing do. Everything is finished. Why am I still awake?? I am still awake because I can't sleep. Figure that one out and I will pay you big bucks. This morning I went to my 7:50 a complete zombie. My friend Elizabeth had the brilliant idea to stop at McConn to grab some coffee before we went to class. This idea perked me up a great deal. However, coffee, best friend, was soon to become my greatest enemy. As it was a bitter cold day, I took the precaution of taking my asthma inhaler before leaving my room. This medication never fails to make me very jittery and shaky for a good hour. Also as sleep and I have not been on speaking terms lately, I was so fatigued that I was (and am still) very shaky. I never thought that this would be a problem until I filled up my cup with piping hot thin mint coffee. As I walked towards the counter with visions of sugar and half & half dancing before my bleary and puffy eyes my hands began to violently shake with the strain of carrying such a heavy coffee cup. All at once boiling hot coffee splashed out of the cup and onto nice pink mittens that were covering my hands. My mental processes were running very slowly this morning and as my hands burned, this is what I thought "oh I spilled, I bet that coffee is hot, blast I just washed my gloves..." By the time I realized that taking off my gloves would be a good idea, the damage was already done. Yes, ladies and gentlemen I burned my hand. It's kind of bad too. I have a ginormous blister next to my thumb and it keeps getting bigger. All through my history of the Middle East and Africa class my hand was on fire. Because of it's location on my hand I couldn't even take notes. Instead I sat there for half the class with a bottle of cold apple juice perched on top of my wound and after I drank all of the apple juice I left and filled the bottle up with cold water and covered my burn with a wet (from the water) Kleenex. All the while my dear "friend" Carolyn laughed at me and my professor gave me weird looks. Oh yes it was a great day. After my 7:50 I am generally able to take a 3 hour nap before having to get ready for my next class. I raced home, jumped back into my pj's, ministered to my battle wound, and crawled into bed. My burn hurt so bad that I had to get up like every 15 mins and go run my hand under cold water. Finally I grabbed a wet paper towel and took that into bed with me hoping that would be enough to stop the pain so that I could fall asleep. It was not to be. I still had to get up every 15 mins. So I laid in my bed, exhausted for 2 hours and 45 minutes. Fifteen minutes before my alarm went off I finally fell asleep. My life is ridiculous. I wanted to post a picture of my burn but my camera broke so you will just have to use your imagination. It used to look like Argentina, but has since morphed into a Christmas stocking.

Walk With Me Down Memory Lane....

2006-11-28T20:57:00.000-05:00

Why is it that when I have the most to do I seem to lose the ability to concentrate? I have 6 rather large projects to finish by the beginning of next week, but all I can do is look at my Christmas ornaments and think how cool they are. I've also been going through all the pictures on my computer and laughing at how ridiculous everyone looked in "the good 'ol days"......enjoy...

Sooooo Addicted.....

2006-11-18T00:32:00.000-05:00

You Were Nice This Year!

You're an uber-perfect person who is on the top of Santa's list.
You probably didn't even *think* any naughty thoughts this year.
Unless you're a Mormon, you've probably been a little too good.
Is that extra candy cane worth being a sweetheart for 365 days straight?

Were You Naughty or Nice This Year?

Hotels....blah

2006-11-17T22:25:00.000-05:00

I have officially decided that I hate hotels. The very thought of how many people have slept in the bed I am now occupying is enough to turn my stomach. From the gross stains on the white washcloths to the sinks that never quite look clean to bathroom doors that don't lock, I detest the so-called hotel chain comfort. Perhaps it would not be so bad if I were in a 6 star hotel, but who really has the money for those? I think I am more of an RV type (the nice ones). I like to know who has been sleeping on my bed, looking in my mirror, and using my toilet. I personally do not have great trust in maids. I know that they are paid to clean, but it is my opinion that if a maid cleans someone else's mess day after day for years and years they are bound to get a wee lazy in their cleaning. There are many things I have always wondered about hotels. First, who gets paid to decorate? As I look around my room right now, the carpets clash with the drapes, the bed covering clash with the wall border, and the wall color clashes with the pictures. So apparently the decorator thought that by clashing everything, it would all match. Secondly, why do hotels pretty much always have white towels? They stain and show dirt the easiest. And if the purpose of having white towels is to let guests know that the towels are in fact clean, then why do most of them have stains on them? Also why are the bathrooms usually completely white (well at least originally white but have become dingy with age)? You would think that in an effort to make their hotel look as new and clean for as long as possible they would choose another color that would stay fresher longer. Although I am a huge fan of choices and it makes my heart glad to see two types of fluffy pillows on my bed clearly labeled: soft and firm, I wish they had thought of the millions of people who need to sleep on flat pillows lest they have chronic neck pain the next morning. I feel like I should throw out a couple positive components about hotels: I love the ice machines and the coffee makers in the rooms. End of positive. The majority of the objections I have against hotels would not bother most people. I tend to be a wee bit persnickety when it comes to things of that nature. I like things that are dirty to be my dirt, not some stranger's (who may have diseases) dirt. With a soilder's grim determination, I grit my teeth a plunge ahead into the unknown filth, taking comfort in that fact that if I don't survive my stay at Holiday Inn, I will be going to heaven.

Awww Shucks!

2006-11-17T14:01:00.000-05:00

Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence

You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.
An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.
You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.
A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.

You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.

What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?

Hot and Easy.....That's Me

2006-11-15T20:04:00.000-05:00

I received a letter today from my brother who is graduating from basic on Friday. Apparently a lot of his little sailor buddies have been asking him if he had a "hot sister" coming to graduation and if she was "easy". Normally, this would cause a lady great humiliation and anger, however, I have a twisted sense of humor and found it quite amusing for I am neither hot nor easy. In fact I think that I am probably the farthest from "easy" as a girl can get. I really hope that one of the sailors tries something so that I can smack him across the face, which may be a twisted desire, but I think it would be fun. I need to remember not to walk by myself. Seriously, what kind of a guy asks their buddy if his sister is "hot and easy?" John said that he told them I wasn't hot and easy which I'm kind of insulted about because he implied that I was unattractive....Anyway, suffice to say pray for me this weekend when I am surrounded by perverted womanizing sailors.

Insomnia....

2006-11-15T01:03:00.000-05:00

Ladies and gentlemen it has struck again! For the second night in a row I cannot seem to sleep. Ah. Random thoughts keep popping into my head and I cannot make them go away. I tried to count sheep in a variety of ways. First I tried a plain black background with a white fence and grey sheep jumping over it. That didn't work so I changed the background to a bright blue sky with fluffy white clouds and green rolling hills with white sheep jumping over a white fence. After about 77 sheep I gave that scenario up as well and moved into my final attempt to count sheep, this one was worthy of the Ziegfeld Follies. Using the same scenerary as the last, I imagined my little white sheep in bright colorful sequined costumes doing flips and cartwheels over the fence. I think that I was thinking too hard about not thinking and that is my problem. That and this week is a killer. I have two projects to do, a big test and a HUGE paper to do all before Thursday afternoon. This weekend my brother graduates from boot camp and it is family weekend there soooooo no school work will be accomplished. Thank goodness for Thanksgiving break!!!

Life on the Skyride

2006-11-13T02:37:00.000-05:00

The skyride at my lovely amusement park is hated more than the other rides. For some odd reason, people seem to lose the little amount of intelligence and common sense they had left the instant they step onto the platform. Chaotic is the best word to describe the day to day operations of the horizontal ski lift. Normal troubles include: customers stepping out of the queue gate too early, dropping shoes when getting on the chair (thus making me run after them to return it), attempting to bring water balloons, large umbrellas, giant beach bags and other potentially hazardous items (you name someone has tried to bring it), spitting on people below, bouncing in the chairs, smoking, and other general sitting difficulties. One day when my brother was working things got even more out of hand than normal: the skyride was held hostage. It was 6:30 pm and all was running relatively smoothly when a group of immature hick adults reached the front of the line. Being a sharp employee, my brother quickly noticed that their wristbands had expired a half an hour earlier, 6:00. Now it is park policy to let riders on a maximum of 10 minutes after wristbands expire, but 30 minutes is simply not going to happen. My brother then informs the lovely patrons that their wristbands have expired and if they wished to ride more rides that they needed to either purchase tickets or another wristband. This idea did not resonate very well with these big headed people. After an intense argument, they knew my brother would not budge so they played the supervisor card and cheated a little. Instead of moving towards the side so other people could get on the ride, as my brother calmly and rationally suggested, they decided it would be a good idea not to budge one single inch, essentially holding the ride hostage. Throughout this whole ordeal my brother is walking back and forth unloading the incoming riders and fighting with the stubborn rednecks in line. Finally after 20 minutes of the skyride being held hostage, the supervisor arrives to save the day. Unfortunately the office sent the nice one. Instead of calling in security and throwing their butts out of the park, nice Dwayne lets them all ride. Had it been any other supervisor, there is a strong possibility that those people would have been in jail. However that is just classic Dwayne, he's too nice. In another incident involving the skyride, while I was working it actually, Dwayne had a police report filed accusing him of assault and battery after he had confronted two girls about spitting on the skyride. He was very polite about it. After they had exited the car he called them to the center of the platform and kindly requested that they read the posted rules allowed to him. Their father was in the car behind. He was a very angry man. As soon as his feet touched the ground he was at poor Dwayne's throat yelling about how they were "his girls and it was his responsibility to punish." Kindly, the irate man was reminded that the girls were in Dwayne's park and that made it his responsibility. This made the man livid. Seething with unrestrained hatred, the dastardly villain spewed words that innocent little me cannot repeat. Finally, Dwayne gave up trying to talk to them reasonably and hid on the Ferris Wheel platform for a while. About three hours later he returned to ask if I remembered the events clearly enough to be a witness if it went to court. Unfortunately it never did. I'm rather disappointed because I think it would be very cool to be a witness....Have I mentioned how much I love my job?

Hmmmmm.....This May Be Very True....

2006-11-12T19:49:00.000-05:00

You Failed Your Driver's Test

You only got 4/10 correct.
If you have a driver's license, it needs to be revoked!

Are You a Good Driver?

If you could be any animal, what would you be and why?

2006-11-10T02:04:00.000-05:00

Tonight I went with my unit to this cute little coffee shop/ice cream parlor for some fun and giggles. After we all got out little treats and settled down into some couches certain people among us thought it would be a grand idea to play truth or truth. All at once I knew I should have gone with my first instinct to go to bed early instead of attending this unit activity. For one thing when a group of girls play truth or truth they always ask the same questions, it is retarded. I want to shoot myself and I feel my intelligence leaking through my ears as the game progresses. This is not the only reason I detest truth or truth. My face must be formed in such a way that says "don't ask me anything about boys or kissing because I am sweet and naive and know nothing about anything like that" because I ALWAYS get asked the same question: If you could be any animal, what would you be and why? With an annoyed look on face I always answer, "I would be a cat so that I could lay in the sun all day long and randomly bite at people whenever I feel like it." That my friends is the only question I will be asked all night long. This may sound very 7th grade of me to say, but I wish for once, when I am forced to participate in these stupid annoying girly games that someone would ask me something interesting. I swear if I get asked the animal question one more time I am going to blow a gasket.

We soon tired of truth or truth so we moved on to most awkward/embarrassing moments. While the other girls stories consisted of bad kissing experiences or farting on dates, mine were about my lovely amusement park experiences. Now if this doesn't show people I have no life I really don't know what else will. I have no bad dates to recall or kisses that I have messed up, simply because I have never been on a date or kissed a guy. Not that I'm complaining or anything. I'm simply stated facts. ;) One of my most awkward amusement park experiences occurred on a ride that required me to check safety belts around the crotch area. After performing this task hours upon hours in one day, an operator can do this very quickly. I went a little too quick one time and missed the strap and basically smacked a guy in the crotch. He was perverted too so that didn't help matters at all. So after apologies on my part and many snide remarks about me doing it on purpose I was able to run away and hide in my little booth for a while. Another time I was working on one of the coasters and asked a group of four college guys for their tickets. They decided the best way to get me to let them ride for free was to lie to me, after that didn't work they moved to hitting on me. Of course me being me I was in the process of calling a supervisor when they reluctantly coughed up their tickets. While collecting tickets I was lecturing them on the evils of lying and the purpose of rules when one of them spied my super cool Barbie bandaid on my knee and decided to show his admiration for it by stroking my knee. If I weren't so nice I would have given him a bloody nose. Oh how I love my job!

Moonlight Serenade...

2006-11-08T23:50:00.000-05:00

Tonight I was serenaded by a man for the very first time. My friend Brian wrote this for me for my birthday. It made me giggle.

HAPPY B-DAY ALLISON

Allison you are so fine
Too bad I only see you in McConn's line
But that's ok, yeah that's alright
We both have homework late into the night

And I am glad that we've both taken time
To chill out and get out of the grind
Yeah this feels ok, It feels alright
But soon we'll have homework late into the night

I'm thinking what kind of girl likes Star Trek?
William Shatner's thinkin' what the heck?
This girl must be cool, she must be quite fine
I wish I could see her outside of McConn's line

And I'm glad that we've both taken some time
To just get out of the grind
Yeah this feels ok, it feels alright
Now we must go and do homework into the night....man!

My Friends Are the Best!!!

2006-11-05T02:03:00.000-05:00

As If I Needed Another Reason....

2006-11-02T23:27:00.000-05:00

Today I had the rather unique opportunity to fed a little girl her dinner. Before all the "awwww that is soooo cute"'s start pouring in, let me clarify. When I said little I meant a 90 pound 18 year old girl. My dear friend is a nursing student and for extra credit in one of her classes she had to have one of her friends feed her dinner. I, being a wonderful, fantastic, amazing friend, was elected. Although I tried to keep my mind off the more disturbing elements of the feeding process by singing the Baby Bubble Bee song and various Christmas carols, the urge to regurgitate would not leave. I don't quite understand what made it so disgusting. I have cleaned up more than my fair share of people's barf that I don't even know and that doesn't phase me at all. Becca I know very well and the very thought of feeding her turns my stomach. Perhaps it was the tickling sensation that moved through my had as her teeth scraped the fork or the way I could feel each slurp of liquid through the cup as she drank. Blah. Becca I love you but I am never feeding you every again. Anyway, all that to say I have found yet another reason that I could never ever become a nurse. I really didn't need another reason, I have so many already: blood, oozing bodily fluids, bedpans, bed baths, smelly people, long hours, bad breath...you get the picture. To all nurses everywhere I offer to you a round of applause and a simple thank you for all the icky stuff you have to do.

Nasty Little Things

2006-10-31T23:49:00.000-05:00

Today was Halloween. For me this is usually an enjoyable holiday filled with candy, caramel apples, and cute little children all dressed in their finest fairy and goblin apparel. Today was not fun. I returned to my room after to dinner to discover that someone had written a nasty word on my marker board hanging on my door. Apparently a group of trick or treaters from the community went through to shame poor starving college students out of their treasured food supplies. After pounding away on my door, as they believed someone was home because of the music I had left on, the angry mob left the word "bitch" on my marker board that had previously contained only words of love and admiration. As if I could not be irate enough, another group of nasty little children came pounding on my door demanding candy. I don't have any candy! I don't like to have barrels of candy in my room! It makes me fat! I tried to put on a happy-sweeter-than-honey face and face this new group of children with optimism in regards to their manners. However, my optimism was misplaced. After giving them the only thing I had, applesauce cups, they demanded (not asked)to see if I had any more food. Then they asked if I had a roommate and if she had any candy. After replying in the negative to both of their "requests" they left without so much as a "Thank you for the applesauce cups." Now I realize that applesauce cups are not the most wonderful things to receive on Halloween, but a thank you in response is not that hard to give. Ridiculous...utterly ridiculous...

Because I am Intelligent

2006-10-14T04:50:00.000-04:00

Hello lovely people, this is me reporting live from my room. And it is insanely early in the morning. Oh yes I pulled an all nighter last night and I am still awake I am caffeened up to the gills, well I don't have gills but if I did have them... Anyways. It has been a GREAT weekend!! I got a letter from my brother! YAY! He found me a Navy man! Double YAY! hahaha!! Oh oh and he called tonight!! Triple Yay!! I've been awake for a really long time!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!!! I went to Stake 'n Shake with my crazy roomie and my Egyptology buddy at 5:00 in the morning. Yes, never again, never again! It was scary! We were the only three costumers in the place. The little worker peoples were three really big, dirty, tattooed guys...Yeah our waiter was all sweaty and he had dirt under his fingernails and his "white" shirt was practically tan and it huge orange spots all over it. He also kept going out into the parking lot, sitting in his car and doing who knows what. I shall never ever go to Steak 'n Shake that early in the morning without a male companion to protect me. Oh yes, it has been a wonderful weekend so far! To top it off there was a Alfred-Cornelius-Vern party!! Oh and I am destined to fall madly in love with Prince William and marry Dan...Cornelius wasn't too happy about that but it is her own fault as she left him for the fat and jolly Justin. And on that insanely crazy note I shall sign off.

More Pain Than Joy

2006-10-09T22:11:00.000-04:00

At the beginning of the semester my roomie and decided to buy a wireless internet hub thingy as long cords would make for a decorating nightmare. However, it has turned out to be more of a technological nightmare. I am the one who actually purchased our $40.00 wireless thingy and I am the only one who cannot use it. It worked for a whole day after John set it up and after that...nothing. I haven't been able to do hardly any homework at my desk because it is on the complete opposite side of the room from where the internet hookup is. Our room is so nicely arranged and I would rather eat mud (complete with worms) than to rearrange. I also am hesitant to run a very long wire to my desk. Needless to say I am highly annoyed at present. Every time my father comes I have him look at it and it works for him and then as soon as he leaves, it breaks. My life is ridiculous. There is absolutely no logical reason to why my wireless internet does not work. I can see it. It has full signal. Computers are stupid. I going to go live in a convent where I won't have to deal with the stupid things. :(

I miss him...

2006-10-07T00:49:00.000-04:00

Tonight I walked into my brother's empty room for the first time since he left for basic training. It didn't really hit me that he was gone until tonight when I saw his room torn apart with boxes and random junk scattered everywhere. I miss him so much. I miss walking into his room to say hi while I was doing my laundry and having him say "Hey come here! I want you to hear this really cool song." That one song always turned out to be at least 30 songs and three hours later I would finally leave. I miss driving to work with him and having to listen to Pink Floyd's the Wall over and over again. I wish that he were still randomly sending me pictures of his dream cars over IM. I'm lying on his bed and wishing he were here right now yelling at me to get off as he so frequently did. It is the little things that I miss the most, the little things are what should be treasured. I find myself in need of some of John's wise and somewhat sarcastic advice, but he isn't here. He is far away sleeping in a strange bed, living a new life. I cried tonight and that doesn't happen very often. He really needs to write me a letter...

Feelin' A Little Lazy

2006-10-06T19:06:00.000-04:00

I am sitting on my couch feeling a little lazy and a little crazy. I haven't done one single solitary thing all day long. I love days like this where I can sit and sit and sit. I slept until noon which was pretty much glorious. I got more sleep last night than the last three nights. My thanks go out to Adam who walked me around forever and a year trying to find the perfect moon/field/tree setting, I think that it made me tired enough to stop thinking and actually sleep. ;) Thus ending my insomnia streak. :) I am currently watching the Indiana Jones series, the grandest movies ever! "Hey lady, you call him Dr. Jones!" Ahhh Shorty is so cute. Every time I watch these movies I am filled with an intense desire to become an archaeologist. Especially Raiders of the Lost Ark, oh how I love Egypt! However I cannot seem to fall in love with the idea of spending longer than four years in college. That thought makes me want to gag, especially when I think of all the extra money I would have to spend. I'm not a very adventurous eater. I don't think that I could eat bugs or even lamb for that matter. I don't even like chicken. I don't even like living bugs or snakes, but I do like Harrison Ford. He has a cool hat and lovely blue eyes. Why is it that in all of the movies Indiana Jones looses his hat as he is diving under a wall that is just about to crush him and he reaches back to get his hat? I never really under stood that. I want to learn how to use a whip. That would be great fun and provide me with many giggles. I am in favor of learning to do things that give me great inner enjoyment. Even if those skills are fairly useless. I love that I can write the most random thoughts that pop into my little brain, post them on the internet and people will actually read it thinking that within these lines there are words of great wisdom. I really should get up and do something useful...

Where does it all go????

2006-10-04T20:20:00.000-04:00

It really takes a lot to get me to stand upon my soap box and rave like a wild woman. The rights of students on my campus are being violated on a consistent basis! We live in the United States of America, the land of plenty and yet we are being forced to go without one of life's little necessities, toilet paper. For the amount of money I shell out each year to attend school and live in the dorms, I expect for the roll in my bathroom to always be full. There is absolutely no excuse the University can give to why the dorms are constantly running out of toilet paper and leaving students to their own devices for days at a time. This is a severe violation of human rights that is often times ignored for its "petty" nature. I do not expect the University to supply students with the ultra high end Cottenelle or Charmin extra soft, however I do expect the University to live up to its end of the bargain. When I pay tuition it includes room and board and the provision of toilet paper. Basically the University is guilty of fraud. I pay for services that they do not provide and that makes me angry. If they only ran out of toilet paper every now and again I would be more ready to forgive and forget. However when it is a monthly and sometimes weekly thing, I cannot find in my heart to be quite so nice. Needless to say I am highly annoyed. I cannot understand how a school of this size that has been in existence for this long cannot figure out how to order toilet paper so that it does not run out! Where does all my tuition money go anyway, if it isn't providing the services I have paid big bucks for????? The question of the century....

Sleepless in Seattle

2006-10-04T02:09:00.000-04:00

I can't sleep. The early morning light is beginning to peak through my window. I tried to count sheep, but to no avail. I read until my eyes were barely able to stay open, but here I sit wide-eyed and bushy tailed. This is the second night in a row that I have been so afflicted. My brain just cannot seem to turn off. One stray thought leads to another and another until a complicated scenario has unfolded in my brain. I prayed and prayed but still my brain refused to shut down. I am miserable and bored out of my mind. I like sleeping. It is one of my favorite pastimes. I like better than eating and that is saying quite a bit. I like dreaming most of all simply because I have the most messed up mind in the world. Last night after I was finally able to fall asleep I dreamed that it was the rapture and God took everyone up on a train to heaven. I foolishly said something like "dang-it" and God became angry with me. Apparently (according to my dream at least) the term "dang-it" means something derogatory to God's grey hair. One of my professor's desperately wanted to go up to heaven with everyone else so he snuck aboard the train and God yelled at him, but he was allowed to stay. My mind is so out there right now if you cannot tell by my mindless chatter. I thought about doing homework instead of writing a blog but I don't have enough juice in my head right now to actually think about intelligent things. I decided that I want to start learning ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics and that Egyptology would be my dream profession. However I would have to get my masters in Egyptology to actually become a really snazzy Egyptologist and I think that I may be too lazy to actually stay in school that long. I apologize to whoever actually reads this, I bet your brain is leaking through your ears right now. I feel like that every time I watch a Tammy movie. For those of you blissfully unaware about Tammy movies, they are a series of like three movies about a girl who lives on a shanty boat on some river that I should know but can't remember right now. Anyways she falls madly in love with like three different guys in the movies. Don't ever watch them. You will feel 67% dumber afterwards. I am soooooooooooo tired. This is unbelievable. I thought about drinking some hot milk to see if that would help, but then I remembered I don't have any milk and I can barely stand to drink milk cold and it probably tastes 10 times worse hot. I am at the point where sleeping pills are sounded really nice, but I don't have any. Then I thought "hey, I've got some sleepy nighttime cold medicine." However, I still have some of my senses intact and decided that wouldn't be a good idea either. So here I am typing away into nothingness about nothing thinking how grand it would be to be asleep. I bought Little Mermaid last night at midnight when it came out. It was very exciting. I think I probably watched the sing along like twenty times already (and boisterously joined in of course). I think that I shall end this rather interesting little epic on that note and it is off to bed for me...again. However you know what they say: "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again!" Whoever said that should be shot, quartered and dragged through the streets behind a herd of stampeding elephants........

Sitting Gets Me in Trouble

2006-09-28T21:36:00.000-04:00

I'm sitting in my room feeling kinda low and listening to Queen. I have definitely decided I am a very cynical person. Tonight my dorm is having an "Extreme Open House" which translates: boys. Now my first thought was "Oh great. All night long (or at least until 11:00 pm) there are going to be silly giggly girls running around trying to nab a man by being as loud and as obnoxious as they possibly can." Then to my chagrin I realized that I was being unfair to my sex when it dawned on me that the only guys that were actually going to be here were: the dorky freshman, the desperate geeks and the creepy wierdos. Unfortunately, it occurred to me that most girls that I know are desperate enough to run around flirting with anything that even looks remotely male which includes the freaks who were here tonight. Sorry if I offend anyone with my blunt remarks ;). There shall be no peace for me tonight. bah. I ventured briefly out to make myself a cup of desperately needed Earl Grey tea and to retrieve a text book from a friend. What I saw in the hallway confirmed my suspicions for the evening. I passed four guys strumming guitars hoping to woo some lovely creature away from her studying. Clustered at the end of the hallway I spied a group of guys in long 'trench coats', glasses and severe acne problems. Heaven help us poor females if that is all the male species has to offer! Thus, the cynic in me comes out. I am deeply ashamed of my female counterparts. I am annoyed with their girlie giggles, their flirt glances and desperate man traps. I also hold no great opinion of the male species who allow themselves to fooled by these conniving wenches. Seriously, I have great doubts about a man's intelligence after he is caught in the snare of a beautiful (or plain for that matter)woman. Surely, the signs of a flagrantly evil woman are simple enough to pick up...But then again what do I know? Draw your own conclusions.

Words I never thought that I would say

2006-09-26T15:32:00.000-04:00

I have always known that I am quite the dork, but I never fully realized the extent of my dorkiness until today in Old Testament when I uttered the words that will forever change my life. I turned to my friend Amanda and said "I am so excited. I get to write a research paper." I feel as though I should be wearing a brightly striped jumper, polo shirt and tennis shoes. I do not believe I have ever been even remotely excited about writing a research paper before. This is a monumental day!! Every time I think about it I just get more and more excited! Perhaps I sound a little touched in the head, however if you had the opportunity to write a research paper about an ancient Egyptian city I'm convinced you would be as excited as I am! Now the problem I will have is trying to decide which Egyptian city to write about. There are so many really really cool ones like Thebes, Memphis and Akehetaton. That is just to name a few, I don't if I'd be able to choose if only given those three choices. One of the really things about college is being given the opportunities to do research on really cool things like ancient Egyptians cities. Or maybe it is just the history major coming out in me. Just thinking about the seeing the pyramids gives me goosebumps! I'm crazy I know, but hey what would life be without cool people like me?

Hehehehe

2006-09-17T12:36:00.000-04:00

Your Quirk Factor: 76%

You're so quirky, it's hard for you to tell the difference between quirky and normal.
No doubt about it, there's little about you that's "normal" or "average."

How Quirky Are You?

Saying Goobye

2006-09-15T00:16:00.000-04:00

The time has come to say goodbye to one that I love. I never thought he would actually go. He has always been around to pick on me, encourage me, protect me and help me become a better person. I could not have asked God to give me a better big brother. I'm really going to miss our amazing talks going to and from work during that horrible 45 min. (one way) drive when we are both either still half asleep from just waking up or completely wired and tired on the way home after working three doubles in a row. I'm going to miss running down the boardwalk to avoid capture and near death by sucking carp. John has taught me a lot of things (including how to drive). He is a wonderful person and I'm really mad at the Navy for taking him away from me.

I always knew I was angelic

2006-09-13T23:03:00.000-04:00

You Are 92% Pure

You're so innocent, it's almost like you're not human.
Taking this test is probably the naughtiest thing you've done in a while!

How Pure Are You?

Do you think my gun will fall out?

2006-09-05T13:11:00.000-04:00

One of the many joys of working at an amusement park is getting to hear the incredibly stupid questions, excusing, and mindless chatter of the customers. For your viewing pleasure I have decided to share with you my more interesting stories and quotes. This is a once and a lifetime opportunity to get a brief glimpse of what my life is like ALL summer long! (Everything in the parenthesis is either what I said or thought and thoughts will be in italics)

"Is it ok if I bring guns on the ride?"
(No)
"When I said 'guns' I meant my arms. They're buff aren't they?"
(No)

(Excuse me but you need to wait for the operator to let you into the ride. You just can't open the gate and walk on through.)
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know anyone was operating this ride"
(If no one was running the ride: why are they people sitting in the ride, how does the ride know when to go and why would you try to get on it the first place?)

"Hey could you play so different music, like rap or something"
(I have no control of the music. I'm sorry.)
"Like I believe that, if I gave you a little tip could you change the music?"
(It would have to be a pretty big tip, but I could rap for you myself over the microphone. I really don't have control of the music. It is locked away in a little box in the booth and I don't have the key or different music to put on)
"You are such a lazy worker! Beep beep can't even take the time to change a little beeping music for a paying customer what the beep is this?"
(Oh for pitty's sake)

(I'm sorry but your daughter's not quite tall enough to ride this ride. She needs to be 54 inches)
"They said that she could ride every ride in the park."
(I'm sorry but she is tall enough ride every other ride in the park, except this one. And who exactly is 'they' anyways?)
"We had to buy her an ADULT wristband so therefore she should be able to ride every ride that WE can!"
(Actually you bought her an over 48 inches wristband which means she over 48 inches. However she isn't 54 inches which means for her own safety she can't ride this ride!)
"Well she's with me so she can ride."
(No. For safety reasons the state requires that riders be 54 inches.)
"I want to talk to your supervisor! You are such a beep beep beep..."
(Fine go ahead. They'll tell you the same thing only they won't be as nice about it.)

"Can I have your phone number?"
(No.)
"Why not?"
(Because my imaginary boyfriend wouldn't like it.)
"How's he supposed to know?"
(I'd tell him.)

"Hi. What's your name?"
(I'm feeling a stalker comin' on...Ellen.)
"Hi Ellen. I'm Max. You are so beautiful."
(Actually I'm kinda hot and sweaty, but whatever. Thanks.)
"Do you live around here?"
(No, actually I live in Oregon. I come here every summer for a month to visit my cousins.)
"Who are your cousins? Maybe I know them!"
(Shoot me)

"Do you think my gun will fall out?"
(Uhhh. Do you actually have one?)
"Yeah. Oh I'm a cop. So do you think it'll fall out because I can leave it here."
(No! NO! It won't fall out! By all means take it with you!)

"Hey I remember you! You were on that one water ride last year! Do you remember me? I see you every year I come!"
(I can't decide which is more pathetic that you actually remember me or that I was actually here)

Welcome to my world.

Little Green Tractors

2006-08-24T20:27:00.000-04:00

Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls! Life has just ended as everyone knows it. I have finally received my driver's license this morning. Please, please no loud applause, no standing ovations, no gifts of silver and gold! Well, I suppose that if you want to bring me gifts of silver and gold, I wouldn't turn you away. At any rate I know many of my dear friends will be very glad to hear my happy tidings. Of course even this seemingly normal evolution of human development could not go quite normally for me. No, nothing in my life is quite as simple as it should be. Last night my brother and I were in a drive thru minding our own business when the big 'ol honkin' truck in front of us decided hunger was no longer calling his name. He backs up and goes BAAAAMMM into my poor darling car Polly! Of course I was driving, preparing for my driver's test the next morning. Poor Polly has a huge trailer hitch sized hole in her front bumper. :( I know that you are all thinking "oh that is horrible", please save that sentiment until the end. Oh yes dear readers there is more to my wonderful little driver's license story. There was a VERY large storm where I live last evening. Guess who was driving home when the big bolts of lightening and sheets of rain came hurtling down upon the earth? Yes, that is correct, ME. Needless to say I had more than just a little bit of trouble driving in that gunk. When John and I finally arrived safely at home (only by the grace of God), we discover that the power is out at my home. That was around ten o'clock, it stayed out until 5:30 this morning, which means no air conditioner...grrrr. Anyways with the moving in of the enormous storm John had to cut the driving practice short which left me with a very large problem. I had yet to learn how to parallel park and when I say "yet to learn" I mean never attempted in my life. So by the light of a few candles and a flashlight, John showed me how to parallel park using two toy tractors and a flip flop. I passed parallel parking. In fact the instructor said I did a great job. How insane is that? My life is just not quite normal...

You Know You've Worked at an Amusement Park TOOOOO Long When....

2006-08-21T17:59:00.000-04:00

1. You can say with absolute seriousness "Oh that's just a little bile, easy as pie to clean up"

2. You know the names of all the maintenance workers and which ride is their specialty

3. You know the height and ticket requirements of every ride

4. After noticing you received a dirty glass in a restaurant you decide to go ahead and drink out of it reasoning that you've had worse things in your ice water at work (bugs, paint chips, chunks of rust, grease...etc)

5. Making people puke and cleaning it up becomes fun

6. The cashier at the local Burger King has your order memorized year after year when you come in your uniform shirt on dinner break

7. On your day off you go to the park and your fellow employees don't recognize you out of uniform

8. The supervisors have your employee number memorized

9. You know the speed, date installed, weight limit, and passenger capacity of every ride in the park.

10. You know what ride you're on and who you are working with the night before

11. Torturing scared riders becomes an art

12. Returning customers not only remember you but what ride you were one the year before

13. A smile and affirmative response becomes an expressionless grunt

14. In crowded places you begin checking height and wristbands

15. The maintenance men say "hello" to you by name in Walmart

16. You invent new and interesting ways to push the same buttons(knees, forehead, elbows, feet...)

17. Your work bag contains rubber gloves (pukers), a deck of cards (for rainy days), a bouncy ball and other random toys (to keep your hands occupied), a book (for slow days), bandaids (for those little work related injuries), a hammer (to pound in those pesky popped up platform nails) and snacks galore....

18. You can answer a customer's question before they ask it, usually with a "no"

19. You begin to see and recognize old customers outside of the park

20. You can cut off your queue lines to be finished exactly at closing time

21. You look like you are working really hard when in reality you aren't doing much of anything

22. The phrase "enjoying the simple things in life" translates into laughing at scared crying children, purposely making the ride go longer so someone will barf, fighting with a fellow operator over a quarter, climbing around places on a ride only employees can go just for giggles, kicking kids off the ride for running, making up complicated answers that don't make sense in response to a simple question like "how fast does this ride go?", when asked if the ride goes upside down your response is "yes after it goes underwater and then through fire"

23. Your greatest ambition is to steal a "ride closed" sign

24. You've hit the e-stop on a roller coaster while telling a story about the other times you've hit the e-stop

25. You can judge the weight of a person by just looking at them and guess which rides they won't be able to fit into

I am kinda addicted to these thingys.....

2006-08-14T22:28:00.000-04:00

You Should Rule Jupiter

Huge and hot, Jupiter is a quickly turning planet with short days and intense gravity.

You are perfect to rule Jupiter, because you are both dominant and kind.
You have great strength and confidence, but you never abuse your power.

You are always right. Even if you make mistakes, you compensate for them... before anyone knows it.
Headstrong and ambitious, you always have a goal in mind. You are optimistic and believe thing things will always work out.

What Planet Should You Rule?

Yesterday....

2006-08-07T19:36:00.000-04:00

Yesterday was a beautiful day. I went to church and made a man with my kindergarteners (a man puppet that is). I decided that he was going to be my summer romance but alas it didn't last. A little boy decided to color his puppet's hair green and that just isn't done in church you know. So my puppet was taken away from me and given to another. Oh well another day another love, that's what I always say. I'm glad the puppet and I didn't make it together because I met my Prince Charming on the Bumper Cars that very night at work. Yesterday I finally had a use for my four years of Spanish classes in high school. Four Mexican men decided I was very pretty and decided to hit on me...in Spanish. As evidenced by the surprised looks on there faces, they were not expecting me to understand me and then I responded to one of there statements with a saucy "gracias". It was a thing of beauty to be sure! My friend Kyle asked if I gave them my phone number. Fear not I didn't give it to them! They had bad teeth or I totally would have because that coincides with my personality so well. I really can't recall any guy who has ever asked for my phone number that I have actually given to or even remotely considered giving it to...I'm such a boring person I should live a little, do something random and off the wall for once! I need to do something courageous for once in my life. I think I have discovered just how to get my courage to do it....earrings! Earrings can be very empowering things! The right pair of earrings can help a girl to things she would have never have thought about doing previously! On that note I'm going to go eat something because my tummy's making hungry noises.

SMOOOOCH....BAAAMMM!!!!

2006-07-31T10:59:00.000-04:00

Let's face it there is always that one odd little duck in the bunch that will do anything to avoid getting kissed. As a little boy (or girl) they would run and hide under the bed from fat old Aunt Edna's juicy kisses and cheek pinches. As life progressed, they realized that Aunt Edna's kisses were unavoidable and accepted them with a soldier's grim determination. My brother is one such person, which is why I was so completely surprised when the news of his smooching accident reached me. John was working the Tig'rr roller coaster and got a little too involved while turning on the lights... Now the Tig'rr is a steel rolly coaster that basically makes a bunch of loops and goes about 25 fps, pretty lame if you ask me. The breaker box is located right next to the track and as it makes one of the loopy-dos. Unfortunately John decided to turn on the lights with the coaster car in motion like he and everyone else had done hundreds of times before. It seems that dear John in focused state did not notice how close he had edged to the track. A coaster car zoomed past John, hit him on the shoulder, spun him around in a circle and caused him to kiss the breaker box. It was a very powerful kiss. Let's just say that instead of going to work the next morning Johnny paid a visit to a friendly man in a white coat who likes to play with teeth. Needless to say John will think twice about kissing another wild animal....

A Little Something That Made Me Giggle

2006-07-23T22:12:00.000-04:00

I saw the most amazing thing while driving down the street this afternoon. I was always under the impression that in order for a person to ride a motorcycle, they had to possess a certain air about them. You all know of what I speak, the stereotypical biker: greasy pony tail, leather jackets and of course the "tough guy" look permanently stamped upon the face. The man that I spied puttering down the street was not even remotely the biker type. He had to weigh at least 300 pounds, 5 foot 3 and about 65 years old. Thus far you may be wondering why this may seem so strange. Fear not, I have yet to describe the gentleman's darling outfit. He was wearing work boots, a long sleeved plaid shirt (buttoned all the way up) and denim overalls. I believe that there should a law against a motorcycle-overall combination. It totally shattered all illusions I had about motorcycle riders everywhere!!

Life is kinda funny sometimes...

2006-07-11T00:34:00.000-04:00

It is the weird and random occurrences in life that make it sweet and the new experiences that add spice to an otherwise bland existence. This past week has thrown several of those odd little events right in my unsuspecting innocent little face. I do not remember the last time I have had such an entertaining week!

On Saturday, at my cousin's wedding reception I did something most appalling. I drank beer. That's right innocent naive little me had her first alcoholic beverage. I didn't drink very much at all, in fact it didn't even give me the slightest buzz. It wasn't very good either. I was actually quite disappointed in it's taste. I was expecting something a little stronger, but this was like drinking colored soda water. However my Uncle Tom told me that I should drink an entire bottle of dark beer and it would taste better than my measly thimble full of lukewarm Bud Light. By the by, my plot to catch the bouquet failed. My cousin (the bride's sister...hmmmmm sounds fishy to me too, the toss was probably rigged) caught the bouquet. However all hope is not lost. On Thursday night something happened to me that gave me renewed encouragement that I will not end up being an old maid with 53 cats and 9 parrots!! For the very first time, I was asked out on a date. I said no, but that's not the point. The point is that a nice guy thought I was something special. I don't think that I handled the situation very well at all. I was so incredibly surprised and had no previous experiences to draw upon in my time of need that I just repeated myself over and over again. It was so weird, random, and just well, weird, really weird! It was also disappointing in a way. When a girl is "asked out" for the first time, she really wants it to be someone that she really wants to ask her. It looks as though I have that experience yet to come. I do not think that I will handle it very gracefully when (and if) it comes because (shhhhh don't tell) guys scare me. On that note I need to go to bed because I working a double tomorrow and am already going to want to shoot myself in the morning!!

I Miss You!!!

2006-06-30T23:49:00.000-04:00

Oh people of my blogger world how I have missed writing to you!!! This summer has been crazy insane so far and with a very very very slow internet connection I have been unable to chat with you of late. I have gone back to my favorite place of employment, the lovely amusement park. Already I am bursting with dozens of wacky stories to tell you, but alas I haven't the time for all. I am currently sitting in a hotel room with high speed internet :) which is why I am able to post this short little blurb to you. My cousin is getting married in the morning :) and I am trying to plot a way to catch the wedding bouquet. I figure that if I catch it two weddings in a row than I have much higher chance of actually maybe finding a fellow brave enough to want to date me... That is a different subject for a very different time. OOOOHHH GUESS WHAT!! For the first time in my life, I was throughly and completely cussed out...by a 9 year old. That's right ladies and gentlemen! My first experience with being cussed out came by way of an "innocent" child's mouth isn't that amusing! It really wasn't my fault that she was 50 inches tall when she needed to be 54 inches tall to ride my ride. I was really super nice to her too. I am the classic example that smiles and polite words do not always stem the tide of wrath of a "wronged" customer. Can you believe that a woman called me a (using the harsher term) a female dog because I very nicely asked her to please fill in one of like 12 the empty seats on a roller coaster and not wait for the front?? I love my job............

Tears in My Eyes

2006-04-26T19:53:00.000-04:00

I'm sitting in my clean, empty room. My roomie is gone with all her stuff and there is only me. Me and my thoughts, a very dangerous combination to be sure. I thinking about how insanely fast this year has gone and all the friends I will be leaving behind. I have learned so many new and interesting things this past year and mainly due to the wonderful friends I have acquired. I've done and said things I never would have dared to do before. This has been a time of positive growth in my life and I'm going to be oh-so-very bored at home!!! I really don't feel like writing a whole lot right now, suffice to say. I will miss my pals and happy summer to everybody!!!!!

I knew there was a reason I always liked glazed doughnuts best!!!!

2006-04-25T20:29:00.000-04:00

You Are a Glazed Donut

Okay, you know that you're plain - and you're cool with that.
You prefer not to let anything distract from your sweetness.
Your appeal is understated yet universal. Everyone dig you.
And in a pinch, you'll probably get eaten.

What Donut Are You?

I think this name makes me sound tall, blonde, and blue-eyed....everything I'm not

2006-04-25T20:24:00.000-04:00

Your French Name is:

Simone Brun

What's Your French Name?

Finals' Weekend

2006-04-22T16:29:00.000-04:00

It is the weekend before finals and all the good little boys and girls are in the library filling their heads with all the knowledge they should have learned already, but have successfully avoided doing until now. It is the beginning of the end of a beautiful year full of fun, excitement, and learning in this higher educational institution. Summer beckons with promises of hours of reading, reflection, refurbishing my chairs, and of course a whole lot of work at the oh-so-wonderful Beach. Tonight I take a break from my diligent studies and go to a place I have never before been, Chucky Cheese. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have never in my life stepped foot inside of Chucky Cheese. This is a very big night in my life and I am already planning a killer outfit for tonight. Today I have also been de-junking my room. I have acquired a lot of useless crap since I have been here and I do not quite know what to do with it. Should I throw it away or should I keep it in the hopes that I may actually use it again? This is the question that has been foremost on my mind along with "How in heaven's name am I supposed to pass my Statistics final????" Ah, thus is my life. I will tell my faithful three readers now that I probably will not be blogging very often this summer, if indeed at all. I know that you are pretty much heartbroken right now, so I shall end this blog so that you can go cry in peace.

The girl with London on her mind belongs in Rome??? Something is amiss.....

2006-04-19T13:26:00.000-04:00

You Belong in Rome

You're a big city girl with a small town heart
Which is why you're attracted to the romance of Rome
Strolling down picture perfect streets, cappuccino in hand
And gorgeous Italian men - could life get any better?

What City Do You Belong In?

Where Did the Name "Ping Pong" Even Come From???

2006-04-09T01:25:00.000-04:00

While I have been at college I have learned many new and interesting things, not only about my school work, but about myself. Tonight I learned something about myself that makes me rather sad inside. Tonight I learned what horrible, terrible, no good, very bad ping pong player I am. There are not enough words in the English language to fully express the depth of my lack of skill. I made the great mistake of agreeing to play doubles in ping pong with three hard-core crackpots (whom I love dearly). After about the 18th time of me either missing the ball completely or simply hitting so crazy that it would hit the ceiling or the wall behind the table, I realized as my teammate was glaring daggers at me, that I had never before played a "real" ping pong or "table tennis" game in my entire life. Whenever I played with my family and friends we would always make up our own rules and play anything goes. This game tonight was so structured and so competitive, it was completely unlike anything I had ever played before in my life. I had to have the rules explained to me like a little 5 year old learning to play for the first time. I must say that it was a very humbling experience. I was playing with 3 very competitive people who wanted to win very badly and wanted everything to be exactly by the book. Then there I was, little Miss Easy-Going-Whatever-Works-is-Good-for-Me and I was messing up the order of things. I was angry, I was angry at them for making me play and I was angry at myself for allowing myself to be pulled way out of my league. I don't belong in the world of serious "sports"(if you can even call ping pong a sport). I don't belong because I don't like to play by the rules, I like to make up my own. I had forgotten how competitive people can get when playing a silly little game like that. It is odd to me that they should find some much pleasure in playing by the rules and winning. God made everyone so different! My hand-eye coordination is so terrible! I can't hit a thing and if I miraculously do then it goes in the wrong direction, just ask the guy who taught my Badminton class (hehe that was a terrible terrible terrible class). Anyways, I had my pride checked tonight. The people I played with decided to quit after only one game which was very very odd for them as three games is the very least that they play in one sitting. If that doesn't help you picture how truly horrendous I am at ping pong, nothing will. I think that I am just rambling on and on because I can't decide how to end this thing. So I'm going to stop right now without a concluding thought because I want to go to bed. So here's my oh-so creative ending................THE END

The picture reminds me of what I felt like tonight, a tiny tot trying to play with the big kids.

Rite of Passage

2006-03-28T20:55:00.000-05:00

Apparently in order to become a "real woman" every girl must go through a rite of passage doing things like buying snazzy underwear, spending 3 hours at the salon all for one date with some lousy guy, shopping for 5 hours for that perfect outfit for that date with the lousy guy, and dying one's hair. I have just recently passed the test for one of the rites of passage for womanhood, dying my hair. I must say that it was a very very frightening experience which I am not likely to ever repeat. Although it turned out rather well, the anxiety was not worth it at all. My dear friends who were playing beautician kept yelling out things like "Oh no!!" and "holy cow! Is it supposed to do that?" and my personal favorite, "Allison, we have to tell you something, your highlights are bleach blonde. But we think it will be ok when we wash your hair." Yeah, skip this rite of passage ladies!! Be half a woman! It isn't worth it!!!!!

Fun With Marshmellow Guns!

2006-02-25T23:58:00.000-05:00

Sometimes a picture can speak a thousand words.....

Dreading the Coming of the Knowledge That I am Anticipating

2006-02-23T21:03:00.000-05:00

As I sit here anxiously awaiting the phone call that will change my life, I don't want it to come. I want to sit here in comfortable little world where everything is familiar everything is roses and happiness. I want it to come because I want to know I need to know. I can't concentrate on anything I can't smile, I can't laugh. I pretend, but I fool no one, not even myself. I want to know but I don't know that I can stand to know. This is driving me crazy! Things like these should be done like pulling off a bandaid on a really hairy section of the body. I think perhaps I am going to cry.

Stay With Me

2006-02-22T11:36:00.000-05:00

I don't want you to go. I want you to stay with me for always. I know this new step you are about to take will be the best thing for you, but still I hold on. You are my security, my closest friend. You open my eyes and help me to see past the fog covering my eyes and see the world as it really is. You always encourage me to question, to seek answers, and never to accept things blindly. Though you beat me up and annoy me constantly, I love you just the same. I don't want you to go. I want things to stay the same way they have always been. God will be with you to protect you so why should I worry? I know He will never leave you or me. I know that though you, my protector, are going away, I will always have someone stronger, more faithful with me always. So go if you must but never change and always be my big brother. Never forget God's faithfulness and His perfect plan. And when you are far far away think of me, call me, write me, and bring me lots of souvenirs! I know that this is what is best for you, but if you don't have to please don't go.

On This Blessed Valentines Day

2006-02-14T15:27:00.000-05:00

For those readers who are like me (Valentine-less) I thought something amusing would be in order for an otherwise depressing day. So I'm going to tell you a tale of Valentine's Day far in the past to show the evils of this day and why everyone should celebrate St. Patrick's day instead.

Once upon a time there lived a dorky little seventh grade girl, Nellie. This girl was very happy in her dorky state every day of the year, except the dreaded Valentine's Day. She had wild and funky friends, a good family, and darling pussy cat, the one thing she lacked was a boy. Although she told herself over and over again that she really didn't care and boys were gross, deep down inside she wished more than anything that she could have a dorky little Jr. High romance. She had great dreams that she and her man would walk down the hall together and he would carry her books and then maybe they could go to a basketball game together and sneak a little hand hold (shocking). Finally Valentine's Day arrived. Little Nellie came to school that fateful day floating on a cloud. With all her heart she hoped that this would be the day that all her wildest dreams would come true. Homeroom came and went and Little Nellie's anticipation grew. You see the seniors had a fund raiser and they sold carnations and chocolate hearts and first hour was to be the time of delivery. All through the first ten minutes Little Nellie waited with baited breath. Then finally there was knock on the door and the seniors started pouring in carrying loads of flowers and chocolate. One by one the gifts were handed out until all had received at least one of the bounty, all that is except one. Little Nellie sat staring quietly at her hands willing herself not to cry. The seniors were leaving with all their treasures gone to their owners, when suddenly a hand thrust something onto Little Nellie's desk! Cupid's messenger was a rough male who growled "Here!", but to Little Nellie he was an angel of mercy! Little Nellie could not have been more blissfully happy! She had received a chocolate heart! But from whom? In her excitement Little Nellie had forgotten to read the accompanying card. To: Nellie, From: Anonymous. "Anonymous? Who one earth could that be??" Little Nellie thought to herself. Eventually Little Nellie gave up trying to figure out who "Anonymous" had been and was just happy that for the first time in her life she actually had a Valentine, sort of. The rest of the day Little Nellie was walking air! Little Nellie continued in her happy state until that fateful 8th hour Home Ec class. After telling her tale of joy to her dear friend Olivia, her world was crushed. Nellie had been expecting a response of glee, but the one she received reeling. Olivia explained to her dear friend that her brother had been at a certain boy in her class house and that boy had told Olivia's brother of a dastardly Valentine's Day plot that he had cooked up. He was going to send the dorkiest girl in his class an anoymous Valentine's Day gift for laughs and giggles as he watched her eyes light up and a smile spread across her face, because he would know that she would think that she was loved and he knew she wasn't. At that moment, Little Nellie wanted nothing more than to crawl in a little hole and stay there for the rest of her life. "How could someone be so cruel?" she asked herself over and over again. From that day forth Little Nellie promised herself that she would never again celebrate Valentine's Day. She lost her faith in mankind that day and it will take serious work before Little Nellie will trust a man again.

The moral of the story is Valentine's Day is depressing, celebrate St. Patrick's Day instead! Seriously, the worst thing that could happen to you is that you'll forget to wear green and get pinched! You'll never get your heart broken and smashed to bits on Patty's Day! Come on leprechaun are much more fun than cupids! Do cupids have pots of gold? NO! You get shot with arrows and that's painful!

Disclaimer: Any similarities to real people or past events is purely coincidental.

The Age of the Psychotic Blinds

2006-02-13T23:12:00.000-05:00

I just spent the last five minutes of my life trying to get my psychotic blinds to come down. They are stubborn little devils and I have yet to succeed with them, but never fear my will is stronger than theirs and I will have my way! Believe it or not that sounded a lot better when I was actually yanking and pulling on those dumb blinds. I hate when you think of something incredibly witty and hilarious and then forget it or even worse think of after the fact. That's just depressing because you spend the rest of your life hoping that someone will give you the opportunity to display your clever whit. Friday I was asked by a rather shocked looking guy if I were engaged because I was wearing my purity ring on the all important left hand third finger. I will never forgive myself for not recognizing this golden opportunity! I still can't understand why I let it slip through my fingers! The next time someone so much as glances at my purity ring with a look of shock in their face I will be spinning them the story of a lifetime!! I thought of this doozy! Here's the senario. Elaine will be the person asking me if I'm engaged and I'll play me! (I really don't know why I'm so excited)

Elaine "Oh my goodness Allison are you engaged??!!!!"

Allison looks forlornly down at her finger baring that accursed ring, tears gather in her eyes, she takes several breathes gathering the courage to tell her tale.

"Well Elaine I was engaged, but I'm not anymore. I just *sob* couldn't bring myself to take the ring off. While I have it on there is still a little piece of him left in my life."

"Ahhhh. Allison I'm so sorry!! Do you need a hug? What happened? Do you want to talk about it?" says the silly sympathetic Elaine.

"Well, the short story is, he left me for another girl. I just kept the ring on because I just can't believe he's really gone and part of me keeps hoping that he'll come back." by now tears are flowing from Allison's large brown eyes.

"Oh Allison that's awful! How long ago was that?" the gullible Elaine queries.

"Thirteen Years." admits Allison with an evil grin, so often present on her conniving face.

Hehehehehe wouldn't that be fun?? And just for the record Caleb Bixby and I were engaged in the first grade and he did in fact leave me for another girl! But I really haven't been waiting for him to come back for thirteen years....last year I finally gave up. I really need to go to bed! Can you believe I was actually tearing up when I was writing that hokey piece of penny fiction?

Matthew 6:25-34

2006-02-13T21:38:00.000-05:00

For this reason I say to you, do not be worried about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body, as to what you put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing?
Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they?
And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life?
And why are you worried about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these.
But if God so clothes the grasses of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnance, will He not much more clothe you? You of little faith!
Do not worry then, saying, "What will we eat?" or "What will we wear for clothing?"
For the Gentiles eagerly seek all these things; for your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things.
But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness and all these things will be added to you.

So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

I am so bored

2006-02-11T20:17:00.000-05:00

I'm so incredibly bored. I don't remember the last time I was this bored. I have nothing to do (well except study for that one test, but really) and there is no one here. I've already spring cleaned my room and did some homework, what else is there? TV...No don't really feel like watching TV. Read a book...No already did that to, don't want to do it again. Color in Disney Princess Coloring book...No don't feel like that either, expends too much energy. You see my dilemma?? Let me see here. So I went to Buca di Beppos in Indy last night for Valentines Day. That was exciting. I want to do that again. It took us almost two and half hours to get back because we got a little lost, ok a lot lost. hehehe I love road trips! Except the car sickness. hehe. I was sitting in the back of a big 'ol van and yeah I was definitely feeling a little queasy. The guy sitting beside me was completely freaking out and being the oh-so-evil person that I am, I overplayed the car sickness bit a little bit to freak him out more. But shhhh don't tell! Last night was pretty much amazing. I think it was the best time I've had with my friends here, wild, crazy, and fun!! I discovered someone who was obsessive compulsive. That was exciting. Obsessive Compulsive people make me laugh like nothing else. Yeah. The food was amazing too. I love Italian food. I'm just rambling on and on I'm sorry. I'm really bored and don't feel like thinking enough to organize this little ditty into something, well organized. Amanda and I had to do this little shoe switch thing like every 5-10 minutes because her shoes where pretty much impossible to walk in for very long, very cute, but acutely uncomfortable. I almost got ran over. This big 'ol SUV thing decided to barrel through the intersection while their were still pedestrians crossing, me being one of them. Yeah. I was so mad, pretty much I stood there daring the dude to hit me (he didn't by the way, I decided that playing chicken with a speeding SUV would be a bad thing to do as a pedestrian). I think he was a little bit tipsy if you know what I mean because he was like weaving around, it was weird. The car ride was so much fun! I'm actually delighted that we got lost!! I think that I scared so people though. Pretty much I let everyone see my nutty, insane side. I don't normally do that unless I know people fairly well because it scares people away. Eh, we'll see what happens. I'm going to go back to studying for my General Statistics test.......shoot me now!

2006-02-06T17:56:00.000-05:00

Fun with Reggie, Maury, and Vern

2006-02-06T15:38:00.000-05:00

O Where O Where Has My Beloved Hot Water Gone????

2006-01-30T20:16:00.000-05:00

Today was supposed to a glorious day. I was going to get up early and go to breakfast and start the day off right! I got up after pushing the snooze button twice, grabbed my clothes that I had wisely laid out the evening before and headed for the shower. I turned it on so that the water would be all nice toasty when I got in and went on to other business. Finally it came time for my favorite time of the day and I stepped into the shower and got the rudest surprise of my life! The water was frigid!! It was not nice toasty like it was supposed to be it was positively glacier!! I was at a loss as to what to do! So I turned it all the way up and waited, praying that somehow God would allow the water to turn miraculously warm again, but alas, that was not God's will for my life at that moment. Needing a shower desperately I had not choice but to plunge into the subzero water. Let me tell you ladies and gentlemen I took a three minute shower whimpering and near tears the entire time. That was the start to the rest of my day which continued on a similar path. Amazingly enough, I got ready in time to go to breakfast which was basically disgusting. The eggs were cold and fakey, the waffles hard and inedible, the sausage links greasy and fatty, but the grape fruit, O the grape fruit was heavenly!!!! Then my school day officially started. First there was the Psychology that I didn't study nearly enough for, then there was the Concepts of Health and Wellness test which I should have studied enough for except what I studied wasn't on the test, and then there was lunch. O glorious lunch that I love so well and then there was a beautiful 45 minute nap before my next class. The came the dreaded, the evil, the repulsive General Statistics which seemed to drag well into the next century. Finally there was the State and Local Government test which actually wasn't that bad. Now I sit typing this instead of doing the homework I should do tonight since I'm busy the rest of the week. My life, oh good glory, what a life.

The Little Busybody I Am

2006-01-24T21:22:00.000-05:00

Watching people go by my window is one of my favorite hobbies. Today I sat on my bed for over an hour and just watched the people walk in and out of the student center. Sounds rather dull to most people, but I find it fascinating. I love to watch a guy and a girl get to the door at the same time and see how many guys hold the door open for the ladies and how many just barrel on through. I also like to look for people I know and to see what they do when they don't think anyone is watching. I'm such a little spy. I love to watch couples together. The guy is always so considerate. He charges ahead to make sure that he gets to the door well before his female friend so that her entrance into the student center is regal and graceful. His female friend gives him this coy little "Ah how sweet. You are so precious, worship and adore me and my grandeur" look. It is also kinda disturbing to watch couples because sometimes when they are walking arm around each other the guys hand isn't where it should be, it's much lower. There are also the girlie girl groups. They walk around in huge packs, like wolves on the prowl ready to rip anyone who opposes them to shreds. They have this walk like we are beautiful, we are grand, if you don't like us you should get your head checked because we are perfection personified. They are prissy and frilly and ALWAYS ALWAYS make a big show of laughter and whispering secrets to each other. The he-man gangs are rather interesting too. If they can find a way to show off their muscles walking from point A to the student center, they will take it. Usually what the he-men take as a brilliant opportunity to show off their manly toughness actually looks rather ridiculous because it is such a random and bizarre place to be placing yourself on the pedestal to be admired by the passing females. It just makes me (as a female) chalk them up on my list of guys NOT to date, and seriously the list just keeps getting longer and longer as I continue to look out my window. Maybe I should stop or pretty soon there will not be a fellow left on campus that I would touch with a long stick. There are also types of people who are rather dull to watch. I mean these people are so naturally boring that even their walk isn't distinctive to their personality. They are people who just exist. They don't live. They just go about their daily lives on this little leash that pulls them from place to place. So dull. They always know where they are going and what they'll do when they get there. ish. I'm not even going to get into walks and how they express a person's personality because that would take another page and a half and I have to go write a paper now. :(

I Never Want to be Well Again!!!!!!!

2006-01-19T22:56:00.000-05:00

Being sick is cool. Being sick is neat. I love to be sick it's sweet!!!! hahahahahehehehe!!! Yes, I'm so glad that I was sick!!!! hehehehe!!!!! Being sick definitely has it's high points and all the good vastly out weighs the bad!!!! hehe

Happy Days Have Come Again!!!!

2006-01-17T23:57:00.000-05:00

I am pleased to report that not only is it snowing but Hermy is alive and well!!! It's a wonderful day after all!!!!!! :)

Rainy Days and Tuesdays

2006-01-17T21:06:00.000-05:00

I am beginning to really hate rain which is strange because I love rain, puddles, the pitter patter on the windows, the feeling of wet eyelashes, the smell, mud, umbrellas, rain boots and everything else that goes with rain(except the worms). I think that it is because it is the middle of January and it should be snowing not raining! I miss my snow! So now when its a rainy day it makes me sad instead of glad. :( Today was a sad day for me. Not only because of the rain. I don't know why exactly I'm sad, I just am. I even had a four hour nap and I still feel blue. Why am I blue? There is absolutely no reason why I should be sad so why am I? Maybe my pet turtle that lives under my bed died and I just don't know it yet because I forgot to feed him today and this feeling sadness is just a premonition of events that I haven't discovered yet(namely my dear turtle lying flat on his back deader than a door nail). I better go check on Hermy right now I'm all upset and worried now!

Seeing Red and Ready to Spit Nails

2006-01-16T15:41:00.000-05:00

Last night or rather this morning, around 2:00 am, I was getting ready to jump into my nice comfy warm bed and all of a sudden I hear someone hacking up a lung outside of the door. Naturally concerned I opened the door to see if there was anything I could do, bad idea. The reason the poor soul was coughing up a lung was because some demented girls from another floor thought that it would be terribly amusing to spray five full bottles of perfume in the third floor hallway. It was so thick that it was almost like you stepped out of your room unto the streets of London on a foggy day. Needless to say I got a lung full of the stuff and immediately my trusty asthma kicked in. I have gone the entire year without significant difficulties with my asthma. I guess all good things must come to an end. Yeah definitely had to open the window and stand there with my nose against it to be able to get enough fresh air to breathe. I was soooooooo mad. I don't remember the last time I was that mad. Anyway I was sick all last night and all today and will probably be feeling the effects of this little prank the rest of the week. I realize that the girls weren't thinking about people with lung troubles when they did it, so I couldn't stay mad as long as I wanted to stay mad. I just wish that people would think. I'm not the only girl on third floor with really nasty asthma and the couple I talked to today were also feeling really crapy. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!! I talked to my RA about it this morning so that there would never be a repeat performance and to make sure those girls know that their little prank could have sent someone with really bad asthma to the hospital. I know if I had breathed in more it would have been really really really bad for me. I'm so glad that God was watching out for me. I guess stupidity is a major disease among college students, although I thought it was more evident in males.

I wonder what I would look like fat?

2006-01-11T20:40:00.000-05:00

It seems that since I've been back at college all that I want to do is eat, sleep, and watch movies. Exercise and homework do not even appear on my top fifty things to do. Pretty much if I don't get my act together soon I'm in big trouble this semester. Especially since I am taking this little class called General Statistics. You are probably saying to yourself "Gen. Stats? Come on Allison get a grip! It can't be that bad!" And if you were thinking that you have now officially volunteered to be my tutor! You haven't been to my Gen Stats class now have you??? Besides, it's me, Allison! Allisons and any math don't even belong in the same sentence. I tried to work on my homework and I was able to write my name at the top of the paper and number of the first problem and then all I could do is stare blankly. Pretty much I'm going to DIE!!!! No I'm not! I refuse to take stupid Gen Stats twice!!! I WON'T DO IT!!! God gives strength, knowledge, and wisdom for everything right, including Gen Stats? Am I right or am I right? Of course I'm right! I'm going to stop freaking out now....

Finding My Someone...Through Blind Dates? Am I Really That Desperate??

2006-01-10T18:52:00.000-05:00

Is there a word for "fear of blind dates" like the fear of spiders, arachnophobia? Well if there is let's call it blinddateophobia and I've got it bad. My dear friend and her boyfriend have vowed to find me a fellow and set me up. Laugh and joke as I may, I can't shake this sense of dread that seems to seep into every word, every thought regarding the subject. Perhaps I worry too much, perhaps I'm over cautious, or perhaps I'm simply scared. I'm scared that the guy those two schemer friends of mine dig up might just go on a date with me because he feels obligated and would have a miserable time. I'm afraid that I will completely scare the poor guy off with either my evil sense of humor or terror stricken silence. I'm afraid that maybe I'll fall for the guy, but he isn't my someone and I'll end up miserable and alone again. I'm afraid that maybe the guy I'm set up with is someone my friends think that I should be with, but who is not someone I want to be with. I guess what it comes down to is I don't want to be throw at any old random guy. I guess that I just want him to be the one who really really wanted to ask me, personally, out. Or maybe I've been watching too many movies and life really doesn't work that way. By the way, for those who are worried about me because of the title, I'm not desperate at all. I promise. I'm perfectly content with my life as it is. ;) I don't need a fellow in my life to make my life full and happy. Life is what you make it and I like my life. I have many giggles with my girlie friends and right now that is more than enough for me. God has been so incredibly good to me, much better than I deserve...

I'm going to miss you!!!!

2005-12-14T16:30:00.000-05:00

I'm going to miss you my beloved internet! The way you send me to another reality. The little temper tantrums that you sometimes throw. Ok. I'm done with that. I'm really going to miss my internet, my blogger, my facebook, my e-mail, my Turner Classic Movies...sniff sniff! Life without the internet for a whole month! I think perhaps I might shrivel up and die!!!! Anyway. Merry Christmas to one and all!! I'll make sure to keep a written journal of all the fascinating things I'm sure will happen over break!! Until then! Byes!!!!!

Wake Up Everyone! It's Christmas Morning!!!

2005-12-13T00:55:00.000-05:00

They lied it wasn't really Christmas morning. It was SATURDAY morning, 7:30 Saturday morning!! So one of my dear 3rd floor leadership and beloved suitemate, comes into my room at 7:30 am last Saturday morning and confused me to death telling me it was Christmas morning and I had to get out of my nice warm bed that I had just crawled into like three hours previous. I was so confused, but nevertheless I had to obey. So I slid out of bed like I normally do and soon realized that something wasn't quite right. My dear roomie who sleeps on the bottom bunk hadn't slept in our room last night and she took her mattress with her. I usually slide down from my bunk and bounce off of her mattress. Her mattress wasn't there that fateful morning and I didn't realized it until I landed flat on my face. Yes that's right. I fell off my bed, hit my head on a chair, and sprained my wrist. Yeah that's right I sprained my wrist and have had wrapped up for three days and had to go to the winter formal in my beautiful dress and ace wrap. Why can't I hurt myself in normal ways???? My poor wrist.....

Aren't We Precious???

2005-12-11T00:38:00.000-05:00

I can't believe that I had the hottest date ever and I didn't even get a picture of us together!!! I really wanted to show you all too!! ugh! I can't believe it!!! That makes me so mad at myself!!! Anyway, there's me with my two friends Amanda and Amanda. Notice my straps, I created those! And I find it highly amusing that those counted as two inch straps. haha

I think perhaps I'm going craZy

2005-12-09T19:37:00.000-05:00

They're coming to take me away haha hehe whowhwo!!! They're coming to take me away!!!!! Yeah, this is me and my terribly messy room after the craziest week of my life...just thought you'd like to see. ha. Notice the roses, aren't they lovely? Our brother unit gave them to us! ah. so sweet. And I want it on the record that our room has never been this messy before!!!!!!

Oh toilet Paper How I Miss You!!

2005-12-08T14:46:00.000-05:00

If I were even remotely talented enough to write poetry, I would write an Ode to Toilet Paper right about now. You would think that for all the money that I pay to attend this college that they would at least be considerate enough to provide a constant supply of toilet paper! Instead we are forced to find other means of dealing with the problem. I don't want to go into details but really harsh napkins and tissues just don't cut it! This lack of toilet paper is not just a one time occurrence! Pretty much the entire dorm runs completely out of toilet paper every two weeks! I firmly believe that the administration should fix this obvious error! Or else I just may incite a riot!!!!!!! Ok gotta go to class!! Maybe there is toilet paper in that building I can steal......

Tricky Business For a Baptist Girlie, Part One

2005-12-07T01:46:00.000-05:00

Let me start out by saying that I love my college. The students and faculty for the most part are pretty amazing. However, I have some big issues in the realm of the spiritual and recently some of this have been driving me bonkers, so I figured maybe if I wrote about what bothered me about this school it would make me feel better. So here it goes.

Three Times A Week:
I have to attend chapel three times a week. I don't really have a problem with this because, hey it is a Christian school what do you expect?! I do however have a great problem with the contents of some of the chapels we've had this year.
I have been finding more and more how difficult it is to attend a Christian college of a different denomination than myself. It is really a excellent experience for me. I will admit that I have lived in a rather sheltered Baptist world and really didn't mix a lot with other denominations. Chapels here have been so different in so many ways and not many of those ways for the best. Many times I get the feeling that the purpose of a majority of the chapels is to get people's emotions riled up so that students become "on fire" for God. Sometimes they will show video clips of tragic events in the beginning of chapel but then never return to the video clip, this says to me that the only reason they showed it was to make people a little more emotionally receptive. But the tricky thing about using emotions and feelings to drive spiritual zealousness is that there comes a time where emotions and feelings will fade. Then what? What motivation have you to continue on the right path? I am not saying that emotions have no place in religion because if that were true then we basically be a bunch of heartless robots. But Emotions can be terribly deceiving and you cannot let them control your course of action because they will lead you in the wrong direction. Another thing that really bugged was this one particular chapel that we had a guest speaker and he was doing a little "role playing" thing and pretending to be Paul after he wrote Corinthians. This is all well and good aside from the fact that the whole "role playing" thing is a little elementary and the little fact that he messed with Paul's convictions. The speaker made Paul sound remorseful that he had spoken so strongly to the Corinthians and that he wished he could take the letter back because he had exaggerated the situation and now the Corinthians were going to be offended. Can you say politically correct????? The Christmas chapel...Oh my goodness don't even get me started on that one!! At the beginnig of chapel I looked down and there was this girl painting this random strips of blue and purple. Very strange she had like a spot light on her the entire chapel and it didn't make any sense. The chapel consisted of worship(random songs that only a 1/5 of the people actually knew) and special music and very poorly performed short skit. At the end of chapel the girl finally finished her random painting and it turned out to be the virgin Mary, but you would have never figured this out unless Dr. Lennox hadn't finished chapel with prayer and mentioned the painting of the Virgin Mary. It was so dumb. Not all the chapels have been terrible and I do want to tell you about an particularly amazing chapel that we had recently, because all bad gets boring and this story deserves to be told! Recently we had a man from Moody come and spoke in chapel about homosexuality. Sounds pretty normal right, preacher comes in talks about how homosexuality is evil and how those who practice it will burn in the deepest circle of hell. This guy didn't do that he merely gave his testimony, how he was saved and through God's grace totally changed from his homosexual lifestyle and after many years struggle became a youth pastor with a wife and a couple sweet kids. It was definitely the most fascinating, mind boggling testimony I have ever heard. God's grace is so amazing! And with his strength you can really turn your life around no matter how deep you are into any sin. I never struggled with homosexuality myself but the essence of his testimony could be applied to any area in my life that I struggle in. His testimony was just like...Wow. There really are no words to describe how truly amazing it was.

I've Searched High, I've Searched Low:
I have been searching for a good church to attend here or in the towns surrounding. I am rather limited to where I can go because I don't exactly have a car and only can go where I can find a ride to or if that falls through than the I have to go to the College Wesleyan Church which I do not what to attend for the rest of my years here. I really really want to find a good baptist church and there are several in the surrounding area, but Baptist students attending WU are in the minority and Baptists with cars are even harder to find, needless to say I haven't been able to get to any of them. The churches I have been to where basically Wesleyan and a form of Charismatic. The preaching at the College Wesleyan Church was pretty good and doctrinally sound, but I found that in his sermons he would read a half a chapter or just a few verses at the very beginning and then base his entire sermon of one or at most two of the verses that he read from. He didn't draw in any other verses from other places in the Bible. This style of preaching really really bugged me. I guess I feel that if you are going to preach on a topic, which the pastor was, that he should be able to drawn in more scripture than a verse or two. Another church I attended was non-denominational with a charismatic leaning sang for an hour straight with sometimes a little half prayer, half speech in between songs. And when it was finally time for the sermon, the preacher didn't even make any sense whatsoever. I don't think that I have ever heard a more pointless sermon in my life. And the sermon only lasted like a half an hour. I'm not one of those people who are bond by tradition with set limits on how long worship should be and how long the sermon, but come on worship is very important but a whole hour of it?? I can't sing that long. Medicine or not my lungs don't like it. I ended up sitting down after 40 minutes because I thought I was going to pass out. That is not COOL!!

Say What??
Some of the discussions I have gotten into here with some of my Shatty Sisters have also been about topics I had never really debated about or expected to debate about. For instance, I don't even remember how this was brought up, but I got into a very long discussion about speaking in tongues. (I have been researching this topic heavily so if you have any good resources send them my way). The ways this girl was explaining the reasons as to why she spoke in tongues did not make any sense to me at all. I don't even think that she understands why she speaks in tongues. She told me that she believes that if you don't speak in tongues then you have not been completely saved. How can you be half-way saved? Answer: you can't! It's all or nothing! An even more controversial topic around here is the issue of eternal security. That's an interesting one that I could yammer about forever but however I'm running out of time. I'll try to get into these issues a little deeper later.

Stupid World Changers:
This college is also a very liberal place for a Christian college. The variety in the students is staggering. You've got your extreme gothics and your extreme preps and everyone in between and they bring their very different opinions with them. In my oh so beloved world changers class we had this very long and annoying discussion about this girl who previously attended WU who just happened to be a Indiana Pacer's Pacemate. Anyway. My breakout leader loved to get us into long annoying debates. The Pacemate issue was one of them. Should WU allow this girl to continue as a student here if she was violating the dress code and no dancing policy at her job outside of school. Basically this one idiot guy in my class said that, even though she was dressing very immodestly and doing slutty choreographed dance moves, it was ok because she was reaching people for Jesus with her testimony of staying away from the party scene. The guy went on to say that the way a girl dressed really doesn't matter, she could go around completely in the nude and it wouldn't be a sin for her to cause her brother to stumble because it is all the guy's fault for looking. Also the class decided that the dance outfits the girl wore were fitting to the occasion therefore appropriate, like a bathing suit is appropriate to wear on the beach. Basically my world changers class agreed that sometimes you have to find new ways to reach people for Jesus, but I just can't seem to get over the whole provocative dancing thing. I've seen the Pacemates perform and I'm a girl and I was very uncomfortable. A lot of the people who agreed that it was ok had never seen the Pacemates perform. And at the end I was basically told not to be so closed minded. Am I closed minded to think that even if a girl is trying to reach people for Jesus she shouldn't be violating God's commanments for modesty and decent behavior? Is that closed minded? Come on really. My favorite movie is Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, you have to be open minded to like that. hehe. This little incident happened like a month ago and I'm still really really annoyed that I was called closed minded. Does anyone here think I'm closed minded? I really want to know. Ok I'm done ranting and raving and carrying on. woof. I'M DONE WITH WORLD CHANGERS FOREVER!!!!!! I DON'T THINK I'VE EVER BEEN MORE EXCITED IN MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So other than all that I really like my college. I'll put out a more positive issue fo Tricky Business For a Baptist Girlie at a later date. Anyway I probably won't write anymore on my blog until after I get back from Christmas break :( So I love you all and have a very MERRY CHRISTMAS!! I love to say Merry Christmas just because it is so politically incorrect! hehehe!!!

The Noble Experiment

2005-12-05T13:53:00.000-05:00

Sometimes I get in these really weird creative moods. Last night as I was drifting off to sleep I was thinking about how I was going to fix the straps on my totally awesome dress for the winter formal here at WU. I have this strange tendency to take normal random, household things and turn them into great works of "art". One time it was a bunch of fake roses and ton of pennies. This time I think that I have truly out done myself. For decor purposes I brought a dozen fake white roses to college, as I only used like three of them, the rest are just kinda sitting in a cabinet. Does anyone see where this is leading? I have dissected one of the roses and decided that the petals will make ideal straps for my dress. Unfortunately, my AMAZING dress is a vintage 50's dress and the white embroidery has turned to more vintage creamish color and the roses are stark white. So right now I am playing Madam Curie with normal households products, namely a tea bag and a red utility cloth that tends to bleed dye. The underskirt of my dress is pink so that's what the cloth is their to take of and the tea is to give the petal a more vintage creamish look. This is going to be an interesting project. :) I'll let you know how it turns out!

Mint Hershey's Kisses

2005-12-04T21:15:00.001-05:00

Once again there is a million things I should be doing right about now. But instead, the smart cookie that I am, I am writing about something completely pointless, Mint Hershey's Kisses. I love them so much! I was at Wally-World this evening and splurged big time on a bag (and by big time I mean almost three dollars, ouch I know). My reasoning behind buying them was that if I bought a bag then I was going to have to exercise tonight. Yeah, don't think I'll be exercising. Our unit brothers are throwing us a "surprise" Christmas party at the time I had planned to exercise. Those boys have such big mouths. Our whole unit knows. Good gravy can't anyone keep a secret anymore?! I did something really dumb today (what else is new?). We have Christmas lights draped over our room because I was sick of looking at them on the floor but we didn't have anything to hang them up with so I just kind of draped them around our desks and shelves. I shut my drawer and accidentally caught one of the lights in it... I'm so glad that the lights were not plugged in or I would probably be standing outside watching my dorm burn up instead of writing this right now. hehe ok. I'm going to go do work! Twenty-one days until Christmas!!!

I LOVE SNOW!!!!!!

2005-12-03T23:56:00.000-05:00

It is snowing here at WU tonight. It isn't' that lousy flurry stuff its the big chunky packing snow slash fluffy snow. :) I absolutely adore snow!!!!!! I went outside and had snowball fight with some of my Shatty Sisters at like 11:30 pm. That's something I totally would not have been allowed to do at home. My parents would probably not have allowed that for fear that I would get sick. It was great. Emily and I preceded to go visit Lydia (who didn't even know it was snowing), smuggled snowballs in our pockets and rubbed them in her face when she unsuspectingly opened her door. hehe I am so evil! She chased us done the hallway and out of the dorm that was amusing. Some of the looks we were given were actually quite comical. A couple minutes she came to visit me after I got all dry and warm again the little stinker. Luckily she completely missed me.hehe!!!!!! I love snow!! It makes me want to sing and dance and kiss somebody. Don't laugh. Snow really does make me want to kiss somebody. Unfortunately I don't have anyone to kiss, but that's a different story for another day. Back to snow. I LOVE SNOW!!!!!! Ok I'm done.

If I Were Mashed Potatoes....Would I be Chunky Mashed Potatoes or Creamy....Would I Be Instant or Regular?

2005-11-30T23:32:00.000-05:00

Why is it that everytime I have a ton of stuff that I need to do with rapidly approaching deadlines that my mind is on the opposite side of the universe?! Tomorrow I have two papers due. One is a 5-6 page critical essay on the middle ages and whether or not they were really "dark". In order to write this paper I am supposed to read this book and I am most definitely not even a 1/4 of the way into it. I'm pretty much in deep goo. I think that when I get stressed out and panicky my mind decides that it doesn't like the mental stress so it goes out to lunch. This strategy most defiantly back fires as I pretty much freak out more because I can't concentrate to do the insanely large amount of work that I probably wouldn't be able to get done if I had all my brains! Someone help me!! Give me a thinking cap and juice my brain with lemons(for those of you who are confused the thinking cap thing from my favorite movie ever, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy). I think part of the problem I'm having focusing on that stinking book I have to read is that it doesn't make any sense. I was talking to my world civ. buddy who has already read the book and she said that it didn't make any sense to her when she was reading it but when she was done, her eyes were opened and she realized that the author was brilliant. In my humble opinion, an author that is brilliant should be able to be smart enough to make his/her books understandable while the reader is actually reading the book. That's just my opinion of course, but really what do I know? I feel much better now. I think I shall be able to concentrate!! YAY!! Then again I say that and ten minutes later I will be twiddling my thumbs and singing along with Queen......

I'm a Scary Person

2005-11-29T22:19:00.000-05:00

I have decided that I scare people. I think that I am much to odd for the normal person to understand so they run away screaming in terror right after we are introduced. I don't mean to be so scary. I don't think that I'm that scary, a little scary maybe but not scary enough to actually scare people away. Or perhaps it is just that I'm completely quirky. Quirky is cool. I do have friends so I must not be that quirky. I'm just a wee bit out of it right now. I recently finished a large cup of English Breakfast hot tea. Ah, so good and yet so caffeinated. Anyway back to quirkyness. I was dancing in my room tonight which wouldn't be any big deal except that I accidentally left my door open and it just happened in the time frame of open dorm(aka boy night). Totally forgot about that until a big group of the Neanderthals walked by, gave me a really weird look, and laughed at me. See I scare people! My roomie is Miss Social Butterfly and I think that if I weren't her roommate/relative she would have made even more friends at college than she has already! Some of my favorite movies are Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and Spaceballs! There you go! I'm a complete nutcase! I like to ride in shopping carts! I dance to music that plays only in my head! I have a Star Wars card collection! I love to dance in the rain and jump in mud puddles! I like to dishes solely because it gives me an excuse to dance around the laundry room while I listen to music on my beloved i-pod! I like to listen to jazz, swing, big band, and weird groups like Abba and Queen(which isn't that weird I suppose)! My favorite TV shows are Macgyver, Stargate SG-1, and Hogan's Heroes! I can't go through a conversation without at least one completely random question. I used to pretend that I was a super hero and put on skits in full costume and had some senior pictures taken in costume(which I will gladly give you an autographed copy if you so desire ;)!! )! I recently purchased a jacket that says "England" on it and everytime I where it I talk in a British accent(hehe, that scares people but definitely!)! Last and most importantly, I WANT TO MARRY AN ENGLISHMAN!!! Ok I'm done now! I need to do some homework oh so badly!! I LOVE BEING QUIRKY!!!!!! Just think of how I would be if I weren't quirky! Oh heavens to Betsy! What a terrible world it would be!!!!!!!!!!!! Night loves!

Thanksgiving

2005-11-21T23:49:00.000-05:00

I am so excited that I'm going home tomorrow!!! As much as I love college I am really sick of my tiny room, the bad food, and even sometimes the people I live with though I love them dearly. Sometimes when you are stuck with the same people day after day it is very to nice to have a break and see some new faces! God worked out everything so well today. Today I registered for classes. Yick. I was totally stressing out about it because one of my loans hadn't gone through yet and I was supposed to just get in line and pray that it went through before I got to the front. Also there were some completely insane people who decided to camp out in front of the records office. The person in front I believe got there at 10:30 the previous night. When I got there at 8:00 there were at least a hundred people in front of me. It was nuts. I was sure that all my classes that I wanted to take were going to be full and I would have to make up a schedule off the top of my head which would have been terrible. But God worked that out too and I was able to take all the classes that I had wanted. Two I had to switch to times earlier in the morning but at least I don't have any of the much dreaded 7:50's. I hate 7:50's. Speaking of which...I need to go to bed because I have one of those dreaded 7:50's tomorrow and I'm getting sick so I need my rest. :) But after my 7:50 I get to go home!!!!!!!!! :) :) :) :) :) :)

Brain Dead

2005-11-17T17:51:00.000-05:00

ummm....yeah that's all I got. After my night class I'm going to come back to my room and watch a movie because tomorrow's FRIDAY and I have nothing else to do!!!!!!! :) Oh oh!!! And for those of you who don't know who the guy with the mullet is, that's Macgyver...the man who can fix anything and my personal hero! I heart Macgyver!!!!!!!

The Missing One

2005-11-15T23:51:00.000-05:00

You weren't there at the latest reunion of the inseparable separated threesome. We had fun she and I but it wasn't any fun without you. You were at your college and she with me at mine. It seems strange to think of you so far away. So long has it been since I saw you last. We tried to play a seventeen quiz over IM but technology was against our reminisce. Why must the three become two and one and then three separate ones? So sad am I that you could not be here with the two so that we could be three.

Don't Read What I Wrote Just Look At the Picture and Smile!!!

2005-11-15T20:50:00.000-05:00

Vern(Rebecca) came to visit me today. :( It made me sad. I miss all my buddies! They are all so far away! I'm so glad that Becca, Lydia, and Chelsie go to my school or I think perhaps I might cry all day and night! Anyway. I am so tempted to start coming home every weekend because I miss everyone so much and I can't seem to find a good church in my area. Woof...Happy subject! Happy subject! Ummm Ah! Are you not proud of me?! I figured out how to put pictures on my blog all by my lonesome! Pretty sad. I think maybe I'm going to go do some homework. I slept through my alarm this morning and didn't wake up until 11:00, about three hours and ten minutes too late for my first class. hehehe oops! It was really nice to sleep in though. Yeah. My day was really dull. I have amazing muscles. Another girl and I carried a couch down a flight of stairs into a room. That was pretty interesting. I want to watch Star Wars. I haven't met any other female who loves it as much as I and wants to come have a Star Wars slumber party with me. :( Chelsie refuses to even listen to the soundtracks. So if you want to come over....just give me a call! Now I'm just rambling and wasting your valuable time. So this the end. I didn't really want to write about anything I just wanted to show off my new picture placing on blog skills! :)

Psalms 142

2005-11-10T23:05:00.000-05:00

I cry aloud with my voice to the Lord;
I make supplication with my voice to the Lord.
I pour out my complaint before Him;
I declare my trouble before Him.
When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,
You knew my path.
In the way where I walk
They have hidden a trap for me.
Look to the right and see;
For there is no one who regards me;
There is no escape for me;
No one cares for my soul.

I cried out to You, O Lord;
I said, "You are my refuge,
My portion in the land of the living.
Give heed to my cry,
For I am brought very low;
Deliver me from my persecutors,
For they are too strong for me.
Bring my soul out of prison,
So that I may give thanks to Your name;
The righteous will surround me,
For You will deal bountifully with me."

Yeah bad day for Allison. :( Two words: financial aid

Boys and Bacon

2005-11-09T17:47:00.000-05:00

Today I had a killer American Government test so I was late last night studying for it. Although I was up until nearly three, I thought it would be alright as I would be able to sleep in until nine. Haha, yeah didn't happen. One of my dear Bowman brothers decided that it would be sweet to cook his Shatford girlfriend breakfast. It was a really sweet idea except that, well, he needed to keep his mind on the bacon sizzling in the frying pan not talking to his gal. At 7:00 am, two hours before I had to be up, the fire alarm goes off. At first I couldn't figure out what that terrible noise was so I swung my legs over and was sitting on the top bunk staring at the source of the screeching with the flashy red light when Chelsie, not quite clothed all the way, barrels out of the bathroom and says to me "Uh, Allison, fire alarm!" While she threw on some clothes I preceded to ask her if I had to go or if I could just go back to sleep. I'm not so bright in the morning. Finally after the stupid thing had been going off for like two minutes, we made our way to the stairwell and got stuck in a back up of girls, who were in a daze, had stopped and then they turned around and started to the come back upstairs. The RA's were yelling at us to keep going downstairs and get out. This confused everyone all the more so we all stopped again and kinda stood there for a bit until someone who looked like she'd be awake for longer than 5 minutes yelled downstairs to see who told everyone to go back to their rooms. The RD had commanded that we return to our domiciles and the emergency was over and Chris Rodden achieved something that few men will ever do and that was to make 150 girls mad at him at the same time! Did I mention that he was a chef at Applebee's?? hmmm...

The Horrors of Jr./Sr. Revisited

2005-11-08T23:28:00.000-05:00

Winter Formal at IWU is rolling around the corner and once again I have the terrible task of finding a date. It is times like these that having a boyfriend really comes in handy! I don't want to ask a guy to go with me because I'm an old fashioned girl and that just strikes a bad note with me even if we go as just friends like my two dates for Jr./Sr. I have the most awful ways of getting dates for these things and I just wish that some guy would just take it into his head and ask me so I don't have to worry about it!!! I could just not go, but then I wouldn't be able to wear my totally awesome vintage 1950's dress again and that is not an option!! You might say to me "just go with a bunch of girls that would be really fun!" No, not really!! Honestly give me an example of one girl who went with just girls who didn't wish she had a date! Chelsie came in and told me that the activities committee was starting to plan it and immediately I had dozens of nightmarish flashbacks to high school Jr./Sr. Would you like to hear how I got my dates both years? The first year I went with Rob Lee, bless his heart, and I want it on the record that I did have a good time. The only reason I went with poor Rob (who was living in Georgia) was because I didn't have a date and my mother freaked out, called his mother and set the whole thing up. Yeah, that's right my mother got me a date. How pathetic is that? The second year was just barely better. My dear cousins Chelsie and Lara were freaking out about me being dateless once again and they kept pestering me and pestering me until I finally told them that they could ask (almost) anyone they wanted and if he wanted to go with me than I would go with him. So they asked my little brother's friend, Rob Summer(hehe two Rob's in a row!), to go with me and I did and had a good time as well eventhough I had pneumonia. Oh and my parents were even going to pay me $100 to get a date! Also my senior year, my friend Audra offered to rent a tux and go with me if I didn't get a date and she very nearly did. I am so pathetic!! What a track record! Just thinking about it makes me want to either roll up in a ball and cry or fall on the floor with laughter. I can't really decide which feeling is more prominent! Now do you understand my wish to have some guy ask me? Any guy! Well almost any guy, preferably one I know and would like to spend a friendly evening with. Oh my!!!! What to do!! What to do!!!

A Birthday Breakfast

2005-11-08T14:10:00.000-05:00

This morning my dear roomie, Chelsie, and my across-the-hall-mate, Amanda gave me the surprise of my life! I have 7:50's on Tuesdays and Thursdays and generally I roll out of bed at 7:30, jump in some clothes, eat some oatmeal, brush my teeth, and go. Last night, however I decided that eggs and bacon would be oh so heavenly to have on birthday so I planned to go to breakfast with Becca at 7:20. I was even going to shower and do my hair before I went! So my alarm went off at the insanely early times, 6:10. Luckily for me, one of my suitemates was in the shower already and stayed in the bathroom doing something until 7:00. I finally reconciled myself to the fact that I wasn't going to be able to get a shower, got up, and started getting ready. Sometime between 6:30 and 7:00 when I was half sleeping and half alert waiting for the shower, Chelsie gets out of bed and takes something out of the refrigerator and leaves the room. I was so confused! Chelsie doesn't have class on Tuesdays and Thursdays and she NEVER rolls out of bed until after 11:00. I finally gave up trying to figure it out assuming that she went to talk on her cell phone because she took that too and took a pudding or something to snack on. After I got up I looked into the refrigerator to see what was missing and lo and behold my butter was gone! Why would she take my butter?! Mornings are not my thing! I am so totally out of in the mornings that you could pull a practical joke on me very easily. Anyway, I was putting on some foundation and Becca walks in the room. Now I am even more confused because I was supposed to meet Becca at Baldwin. Becca was followed by Chelsie who was followed by Amanda carrying a plate with bacon, toast, and 2 eggs sunny side up, my favorite breakfast food ever! I was soooooo surprised! I remember telling Chelsie that my b-day would be really weird this year because my mom always made me breakfast in bed for my birthday. I am so oblivious! Chelsie even not so sneakily asked me what my favorite breakfast foods were like two days ago (when I was actually awake) and I still didn't catch on! Oh heavens! What to do with me! Apparently Chelsie and Amanda have been planning this for a while and I totally threw them for a loop by making breakfast plans with Becca. So they had to scurry around and find her extension number to tell her that I wouldn't be eating with her. Oh my.....

Dooby Dooby Doo I Love Pudding and So Do YOU!!

2005-11-07T21:50:00.000-05:00

I actually rather hate pudding but that was the first thing that came into my head. I should be doing something constructive right now. I am completely overrun with tests, quizzes, and papers this week, but I just can't seem to concentrate on any of it. I get like this sometimes. When I have massive amounts of things to do I just completely stress out and can't do a thing. I've been trying to write this essay on an Emily Dickinson poem for the past hour and a half. I haven't done anything except for typing my name and date on the page. In general I really do love poetry, but I can't stand dear Emily. I'm not feeling the inspiration. I think I'm just going to put it off for tomorrow as it is due tomorrow and that way I can be more pressured to get it done. I'm boring myself sitting here writing. That is never a good sign. Ok, here's something mildly entertaining that I did this morning at 2:30, I started "Potty Talk". It really isn't as nasty as it sounds. What you do is when you are on the pot, grab the handy dry erase marker located on the sink, and write on the tiles on the wall. Write whatever comes into your head first, it is more amusing that way. I have way too much time on my hands!! I think that writing on the tiles in the bathroom is one of those things that you always thought would be cool but never dared to try at home. I'm finding more and more of those are popping up and they are great fun to do! I think I'm going to start reading some of my insanely boring American Civilization. Oh and by the way...I ran out of Reese's Cups!! :( I think that my life will now end!! I'm sorry that I'm such a random person and that this entire post has been a waste of time!! lalalala. Have fantastic evening!

Pslam 34 1-3
I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth. My soul will make its boast in the Lord; the humble will hear it and rejoice. O magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt His name together!

Oh and for those of you who don't know...TOMORROW'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!

Ah, the Joys of Stalkers

2005-11-04T20:09:00.000-05:00

Why do some guys think that they can follow girls around like little puppy dogs and expect them to like it?? I really can't understand it. Like I would actually date a person who wrote me a billion messages and called me thirty times in one day! Hello! Wake up! Catch the drift! I don't want to be hounded! I don't want to be hugged and called "dear" the day after we first met! I wonder if that works for other girls, because I'm not feeling the interest. Yick, it gives me the creeps just to think about! Luckily for me, I don't have a stalker or I would have to let him have it( a punch the nose for those who have been sheltered) ! I've taken a self-defense course I could inflict a nice measure of pain on the guy. My poor friend has a stalker. I feel so bad for her because even though the dude is kinda nice he is more creepy than nice. If I had to choose between having a stalker and being a stalker I would definitely go for being a stalker.

In fact, I have had some experience in this area because I accidentally stalked this guy all summer one time. He worked with me at the oh so lovely Indiana Beach. Yeah I didn't even know his name and he was really creepy. It seemed everywhere I went I would find him there too. One time I accidentally ate lunch outside of his ride, very embarrassing. He noticed that I was stalking him too. For a while I thought that he was stalking me, but then I realized that he was always there first, so therefore I must be stalking him on accident. Finally at the end of the summer he went away and I didn't have to stalk him anymore.

The moral of the story is: Don't stalk people! It isn't very nice! And it won't get you anywhere!

A Bit of Randomness

2005-11-04T01:27:00.000-05:00

My roomie and I are so quacky!! I love it! I think I will share with you some of the wacky things that we've done so far this year because I'm bored and I don't have anything else to do at the moment. Don't laugh too hard now.

Tonight we were both sitting at our respective desks studiously doing our homework. I happened to be listening to a little big band music and my dear roomie suddenly bursts out with "Hey you wanna dance?" to which I readily agree. So we clear out a space in our tiny messy room and proceed to spin and hop around pretending to Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. Yeah, it was great. I think that we could have given good 'ole Freddy and Ginger a run for their money! It is a widely known idea that we two are the most fantastic swing dancers in our unit!

After living together for about two months now we have come aware of disgusting traits that we each have. For a while there it seemed like my roomie was the most disgusting person on earth because she burped really bubbly burps all the time and made nasty noises when she ate, but then the truth was revealed and my personal disgustingness was revealed. My feet stink. My feet stink really bad. It amazes me how far that smell can travel! Enough on that!

One time a mutual friend decided to spend the night so I gave her my bed and my roomie and I decided to share her bed. Haha. We both are pretty little so we thought "Hey, big deal! This won't be a problem!" So we went to bed, my roomie squished against the wall and I about to fall off the bed. We lied there for I don't know two hours, neither of us were could sleep. Finally, roomie drifted off and I decided that I would sleep on the floor. It couldn't that bad right? Did you know that my dorm room's floor was made of concrete? And did you know that my college is cheap and they don't put anything under the carpet to make it squishier?

At times, getting dressed can be quite a challenge, especially when you are attempting to pick out an outfit and a jumbo spider decides to make a home out of your favorite shirt. My roomie begins screaming and jumping up and down. I come over to see why she is hysterical, see the gi-normous culprit, and begin screaming too. She wants me to smash it with a shoe, but of course I couldn't do that because it would spread spider guts all over the carpet. So I grab a handy Wal-mart bag and we start chasing it and trying to get it on the Walmart bag so that we can flush the unlucky fellow down the toilet, screaming all the while. I finally manage to get it in the bag, but when we got to the bathroom it escaped behind the toilet. My roomie gathering her courage manages to squish to exhausted spider with a jug of toilet bowl cleaner.

We make a great team. We are both extremely mechanically inclined. This was proven as we endeavored to hang some of our decorations, namely on set of really cute lantern/Christmas tree like lights above our window. At first we try to reach to the top of the window without the aid of things to give us extra height. We are short and can't reach. Surprise, surprise. So we grab our desk chairs and try again. We were able to position it perfectly, but we forgot to get stuff to hold the lights in place. After more bumbling we got some stick on hooks and slapped them up there and went to hang our lights. To our horror we discover that my dear roomie had stuck her hook upside down. Thankfully those guaranteed super sticky hooks aren't that sticky and we were able to get it off and stick it successfully in the proper direction. Despite our many misadventures we were able to get the lights properly hung and they are now a focal point in our lovely room.

Ok, that's enough embarrassment for tonight, or rather this morning. Here is some random verses for you to go along with my random post:

Pslams 33:1-11
"Sing for joy in the Lord, O you righteous ones; praise is becoming to the upright. Give thanks to the Lord with the lyre; sing praises to Him with a harp of ten strings. Sing to Him a new song; play skillfully with a shout of joy. For the Word of the Lord is upright, and all His work is done in faithfulness. He loves righteouness and justice; the earth is full of the lovingkindness of the Lord. By the word of the Lord the heavens were made, and by the breath of His mouth all their host. He gathers the waters of the sea together as a heap; He lays up the deeps in storehouses. Let all the earth fear the Lord; let all the inhabitants of the world stand in awe of Him. For He spoke, and it was done; He commanded, and it stood fast. The Lord nullifies the counsel of the nations; He frustrate the plans of the peoples. The counsel of the Lord stands forever, the plans of His heart from generation to generation.

Tied

2005-11-01T20:52:00.000-05:00

Have you ever felt like you were imprisoned? There is no cell, no physical chains, but still I am tied to something and I can't get free. I have often been told that I am much too optimistic for my own good. Maybe it is the unreasonable hope that somehow everything will work out to the positive that is keeping me tied to the past. Is this what I am to do for the rest of my life? Always hoping, always waiting for something to change? I'm tied and I can't get free. I pray and I pray that God would release me from my bounds, but still I remain. Will I ever be able to let go? Someday I know something will happen that will make me forget, but when is that someday? Is it soon? Or will it be weeks, months, maybe years from now? I don't like to sit and do nothing. I have always been a person of action. Hopefully my chains will be broken someday soon, if not then I will be here simply waiting for that day to come with my Savior's arms wrapped tight about me.

Concentration

2005-10-31T23:21:00.000-05:00

Concentration...Do I even know what that is anymore?? I have a huge test this week, two next week, and a paper due next week. And what am I doing? Bouncing up and down giggling to myself. I think that I must be the most pathetic person on the face of this earth! Probably really scary too, now that I think about it. I have too much restless energy. I think I'll turn on some really fun music and dance around my tiny messy room for a little while to wind myself down. And by the word "dance" I mean jump up and down and pretend that I'm incredibly graceful. I am so pathetic! But in my patheticness I remain contented and happy because I know that my patheticness is part of what makes me who I am and I'm so glad for that!! Oh dear! Now I'm giggling uncontrollably! It only goes down hill from here folks! Stay tuned!

2005-10-31T21:25:00.000-05:00

I want to punch something!!!!!!!!

I Need A Hug!!!

2005-10-31T20:44:00.000-05:00

I think that I'm going to cry. I really don't know why exactly because I have had a really wonderful day. I just finished a quite time of introspection, maybe that's why. Introspections usually make me want to cry afterwards because I'm so far from where I need to be as a Christian. I know that I'll never be perfect, but can't I be almost perfect? I feel so stupid. I should be farther along as a Christian than I am. I shouldn't struggle with stupid little sins the way I do. I should be able to defend my faith alot better than I can. I should be alot more than I am, but I'm not. Someone give me a hug and tell me it will be alright. Tell me not to worry because I will make it. Tell I will be the kind of Christian God wants me to be because He gives me the strength to do it and eventually He will help me to be who I need to be...I really need a hug!

The Attack of College ADD

2005-10-26T17:16:00.000-05:00

You know I have never had trouble concentrating before in my entire life. I was always able to sit down and do what I needed to do with no problems. Now I'm in college and my school work is a little more important than it was in high school and guess what! I can't concentrate! I'm always on the internet checking my e-mail or just playing around on e-bay or something else incredibly dumb and pointless! All I want to do is hang out with my roomie and my across-the-hall buddy and do stupid stuff like watching Shreck 2 at 12:00 am when I should be either sleeping or studying for my 7:50 am test! Ah, college!! Strange as it may sound, for as much goofing off as I do, I am one of the biggest studiers on my floor. Do you know what I should be doing right now instead of telling you my problem of not doing what I should be doing? I should be studying for a test I have tomorrow, a quiz I have tomorrow, or reading Merchant of Venice so that I can do well on a pop quiz that I will most likely have tomorrow. I love college...

As I Eat My Cinnamon raisin Bagel...

2005-10-24T14:40:00.000-05:00

I have always wondered where the view that God is someone like the god in Bruce Almighty, came from. I myself believe that God has a sense of humor because man was created in His image and man certainly has a sense of humor. Have you ever really looked at an ostrich? If that doesn't make you laugh, well, I have pity on your soul. I see God's sense of humor shining through His ingenious creations, as well as in the way certain things in my life have worked out. When I look back at them I laugh and I'm quite positive that God is laughing too because I was so stupid. However, even though I am quite sure that God has a sense of humor I absolutely hate to see Him portrayed as some kind of nutty "king" who has a corny stand up comedy routine. I don't believe that skits that portray Him as such give Him the dignity and honor He deserves. God is so powerful, so awesome, and so merciful that it completely blows my mind to think of Him. I can't understand why He would choose to save me. I can't understand how people could see Him cracking jokes like a court jester. I just don't get it.

Wishing

2005-10-23T21:48:00.000-05:00

I have this terrible habit of turning random songs into memories, memories that hurt so bad that I sometimes can't breathe. Why does that one song always bring tears to my eyes? I wish things could have been different. I wish that I had more courage, then maybe my life wouldn't be like it is. I wish that I could have made different choices that would have formed me into a totally different person. My random thoughts probably don't look very good on paper, but they soothe my soul in a way that talking never could. Maybe I'm just a glutton for punishment, but I seem to enjoy dredging up old memories that keep me continuously tied to heart ache. I know that I can't change the past, but I don't have to let it control my future. Most of the time I am actually fairly happy with who I have become, it is just those times when I allow myself to think on the life that could have been. I know that as much as I want to be different, I would never be happy living a life that wasn't who I am. The choices I made shaped my character for better or worse depending on the way I allowed them to shape me. I'm tired of always second guessing myself. I'm tired of being so scatter brained and unable to concentrate on my work. I'm tired of lying in my bed for hours on end with the same thoughts running through my head over and over and over again. I'm tired of being so worried that I constantly feel like throwing up. I'm just tired.....

Did that make any sense whatsoever? Well, it almost made sense to me so I guess that is good enough.

Broken

2005-10-17T14:01:00.000-05:00

Are you there? Why can't I hear you? What am I supposed to do? Why can't You tell me what to do and I'll do it gladly! Am I to go to the right or to the left? Can you even hear me anymore? Oh God! I don't know what I'm supposed to do! Show me your way because I know it is the best way! I feel so lost. I know that in those times that try the soul, You are there and you will carry me through. Help me to see that you have something better in store for me. I love you. You will carry me...

The Question

2005-10-14T15:04:00.000-05:00

I feel that I owe my adoring public at least a hint to what my blog is all about as my mysterious question seems to have aroused some fear and mistrust. Unfortunately I still do not have all the details worked out in my head. All that to say you will have to put up with my random thoughts until the time arrives where I will be able to answer the question. So enjoy the suspense and I promise to inform you the moment the answer comes to me.

Semplicemente L'attesa o Spinge Innanzi

2005-10-12T13:37:00.000-05:00

Semplicemente l'attesa o spinge innanzi? This question is what my blog is here to decide.