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Name: Allison
Birthday: 3/14/1986
Interests: Architecture, astrophysics, art, chocolate, Batman, Invader Zim, music, movies (esp. action and comedy), talking with people, God
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1/17/2004
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| Just have to get this out of my system - even if no one else reads it, at least I'll feel a little better. I could really go on for a while, but I think I'll just be brief.
I really want to be happy. I love to be happy. I'm generally a happy person. Right now, today, I'm extremely happy. There doesn't even have to be a reason; I just like to be optimistic and have a good outlook on life.
Then there's the other side right now, the side that consists of my roommate and her effects on me. I know I shouldn't let it get to me, but...it just...hurts. It's not even anger mostly...there's a lot more sadness in there, and definitely a lot of disbelief. How can someone who was once a close friend care so little about me? Ignore me, do things she knows I don't like, while I'm still trying to be a good roommate. I won't lie; I've had thoughts of things I could do out of vengence, but I try to put those out of my mind as quickly as they enter. I don't want to be that person, the person who is mean on purpose, who is inconsiderate, who turns on her friends.
Why is this so hard?
At any rate, so now I keep switching back and forth...I try to be happy, but every time something about our situation pops into my head I start feeling horrible again. I try not to think on it, but it's hard! It was so easy with my other roommates...why is this so hard?
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| So, I never actually update any more, but today was just so awesome I had to tell everyone about it!
First, I got to sleep in until I felt like getting up, because my first class was cancelled. This ended up being around 9, so I then had over an hour to shower and get ready. I had a deliiicious strawberry banana smoothie for breakfast, made by yours truly. Then I caught the bus, and it took me only 13 minutes to get from my house to class. I read my book Stiff until Alex got there before class. Class was semi-interesting, but no matter. Afterwards we walked to the west mall.
Alex and I checked out the booths in the west mall (which were sadly uninteresting) and then went to the Union for lunch. We got free samples of ice cream for dessert! [Oh yeah, I also bought Microsoft Office, so yay for checking something off my to-do list!] Then I walked him to work and hung out there browsing new things in the gift shop (including a really cool book: 52 Projects). When I left the Blanton, there was a guy practicing karate outside on the grass. I stopped to watch him for a minute, then started imitating his kicks. He soon decided just to give me a lesson. 45 minutes later, I felt pretty confident that I could kick anyone's butt! Go me. And nice guy 
I still had another two hours to run errands, so I picked up our course packets from two different locations, then made my way home, calling my brother to wish him a happy birthday. At home I finished Snow Crash, [has anyone noticed my slight obsession with books?  ] which I borrowed from my friend Ting. Then it was off to my practice theory class, which will be AWESOME! Steve Ross is one crazy man, and this class is going to have tons of crazy field trips, including a required camping trip in November. Needless to say, I can't wait to get started! I already have a bunch of assignments, but I'm really excited!
After class I picked up Alex from work and took him to dinner at Schlotzsky's [I so know how to spell that! :proud:]. Then we walked to my house and played Boggle! *yay for Boggle! * And now I'm going to do some laundry (though our drier won't work, since we STILL don't have gas!!) and rest my poor, sore legs by doing some homework
I hope everyone else's day is as great! 
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| Go figure - haha
| You Are Boyish
Sexy | 
You're the kind of girl who gets along with all the boys
Whether it's holding your own in a game of touch football...
Or kicking some major butt while playing Xbox.
You hang with the guys easily, while still keeping your girly sexiness.
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I was out 'til a little after 4am last night...and I was falling
asleep! I feel so old!! Last year I was out 'til 5am at
least two nights of week for all of May! What's wrong with me?
*sigh*
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| I'm going to dictate here my dreams from last night, as well as I can
remember. I'm not quite sure how much these overlap, and I've
forgotten a good many details (don't you hate that?), but we'll see how
this goes.
The first I believe was spurred by my recent ankle problems.
I was walking down the hall in my dorm [even though I don't live in a
dorm - it looked like Alex's; or I might have been at a camp of some
sort, which is where, as you'll see later, this could have overlapped
with another dream], but I was limping. My ankle was hurting so
badly! When I got to my room I sat on my bed and looked at my
ankle - it was huge! I had to skip something (I think maybe an
exam? or a soccer game?) because it was so bad. Later on,
the swelling went down, but my skin didn't return all the way back to
normal. AND it was kind of see-through...I could see a couple
veins, and where my normal foot was, plus all the liquid that had made
it swollen.
My second dream I remember very few details.
We were on a trip to a small town, maybe Fredericksburg. My ankle hurt. Stuff happened, but I don't remember what.
The third dream is quite interesting. In it, too, my ankle was a bother.
A group of us, mainly from studio, but there were a lot of random
extras, were at this place [maybe the small town] to build a slide, a
giant slide. It was huge, metal, steep, and a little windy.
My high school swimming coach Rob was directing us. When it was
finally done, two guys who were always really popular with the
professors were able to go down it (they had done the most/best work or
something). But for some reason they still weren't the first
people to go down it completely (I think maybe they did before it was
really finished). So then he asked if I wanted to go, and before
I had the chance to answer he asked two other people: Joseph and either
Saba or my alter ego [don't ask why it could be either one; I really
just don't know.] Joseph flipped his hair and said, "Sure, why
not? I'll go." And then I, of course, said that I wanted to
go! Then the third person said she would go (because I
had). (One of us was carrying a small, white towel, and it was
flipped over whoever's shoulder.) Well, I made sure I got in
front of the third person, but I let Joseph go ahead of me. When
we had finally ascended the long flight of stairs, I looked down at the
crowd below. I noticed that the slide curved up a bit at the end,
and suddenly realized that there was no way I could slide so far so
steeply, then jolt up and be able to land with my ankle and knee the
way they were. I asked Joseph if what I was seeing was correct
and he responded, "Yeah, there's a jump at the end." I decided to
wrap the towel around my swollen ankle. Then an announcer came on
(signifying that the place was almost ready to open to the public), and
asked who had [something] left out, to which everyone raised their
hands in unison [it was kinda cool :P]. Our coach said to leave
it for a minute so we could go down the slide.
Then I woke up.
So, those were my dreams last night. Fun, no?
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| ME: "Hallo, Mutti! Glueckliches Mutteres Tages!" [not quite sure I got the grammar right, but that's ok.]
MOM: "I couldn't understand that. Would you please speak in English or stop drinking?"
ME: "Happy Mothers Day, Mom! ...And I'll never stop drinking!!"
[Laughter ensues, followed by the necessary "How are you"'s + responses]
MOM: "We're buying trees." [conversation with Dad in the background] "Pecan trees."
[talk of trees somehow merges into...]
MOM: "So how serious are you and Alex?"
ME: "Well, we're getting married in a couple months."
MOM: "A couple months? That's not long enough to plan a wedding."
ME: "We're gonna have a small one."
MOM: "Oh, that's no fun!"
ME: "Okay, fine, a couple years then. Is a couple years long enough to plan a wedding?"
Et cetera. Ya gotta love the conversations between my mom and me...
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