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[Mar. 12th, 2009|01:25 am] |
I havn't even thought about livejournal for ages. So, um. Hi internet.
Things are alright.
The paper is going well, even I have no friends because it sucks away all of my time. I don't even see the boys I live with anymore. It's pathetic, actually.
I'm graduating in two months, which is exciting and terrifying. I hate Boone, I'm ready to get out. I've had a lot of shitty times in that town. I hate that I see the people I don't want to be/am not allowed to be within fifty feet of EVERY DAY. I need to get to a place where that doesn't happen.
My dad is really, really sick. Worse than usual. He was internally bleeding last week, had three surgeries and is not recovering well at all. Tomorrow we are probably getting the news we've all been waiting for and dreading, and they'll put his name on the transplant list. His liver is probably shutting down. My mom sat me down today and told me everything and we cried and she said we're all really scared, him especially.
So, I don't know. That's that. I'm applying for 'big girl' jobs, and I'm trying to make it to Europe this summer, but I can't afford it. So we'll see.
Love! |
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[Dec. 25th, 2008|07:50 pm] |
This just in:
Allison also sucks at guitar hero.
The end. |
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[Dec. 20th, 2008|09:53 pm] |
This just in:
Allison sucks at playing the guitar.
The end. |
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[Dec. 15th, 2008|03:20 pm] |
Things are cute, I guess. I'm packing up the apartment because they're putting in new walls and carpet starting wednesday. Baaah.
nutrition exam tomorrow, and then I'm done. Frankly, I don't care how to calculate how many grams of protein I need per day. I just don't. The end.
I'm going to fail two classes this semester, which means I'll be taking eight hours of geology + four hours of geology lab next semester so I can graduate in May. It's really, really going to suck.
But, eh. In the meantime, I'm cleaning and dancing and packing. |
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[Nov. 29th, 2008|08:21 pm] |
so they'll probably have to move us out of our apartment for a bit while they replace the carpeting, the sheetrock and the insulation.
uggg. stupid neighbors. stupid, stupid neighbors. |
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[Nov. 28th, 2008|07:08 pm] |
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I bought four cardigans today :/ |
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[Nov. 9th, 2008|08:51 am] |
The other day I was trying to say the word "Committee" and instead said, "commit me."
A few days earlier in a room full of boys I was attempting to say "Reece's Pieces" and I said instead "Reece's Penises."
I excel at Freudian slips. |
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[Nov. 8th, 2008|02:55 pm] |
Hey internet, it's been a while.
My uncle is in the hospital with blood clots and we basically could get THAT call at any moment. One already went through his heart, he's really lucky to be alive. We havn't been terribly close since I was a kid, but he's the one who dubbed me "Alli-5-on" and who used to take me out on the boat up in New York. :/
My dad goes in for more surgery on wednesday, though he's been feeling pretty good the last two days. I was really upset Thursday night and I called my friend Adam in the middle of the night because he was going to Raleigh and he took me home the next day, because he's a good person. We had a nice drive, even if I was doing irritating nervous habits the whole three and a half hour drive.
We all went to a hockey game last night, so that was nice.
Mostly, it's good to be home and supportive of my mom, who's naturally really depressed and worried and all that. I'm leaving tomorrow morning bright and early to head back to the mountains |
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[Oct. 19th, 2008|10:18 am] |
I'm terribly afraid contra dancing has sucked me in.
There's a dance on thursday. And I must go.
If you don't know what' contra is...it's this. And basically, it's amazing.
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[Oct. 15th, 2008|08:50 am] |
My life in the past week very quickly summed up:
building a fort, contra dancing with smelly hippie mountain boys to bluegrass music, apple picking on the parkway, baking my first apple pie from scratch, going on a hayride and getting caught trespassing on the property of an abandoned cult temple place and fortunately not getting arrested.
I love my life.
I'll be in Raleigh in about 6 hours until Sunday morning. I want to see you all. |
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[Sep. 25th, 2008|08:54 am] |
Seriously, nothing interesting EVER goes on in my life.
I took the bus to school this morning instead of walking, which always makes me feel excessively lazy, because it's probably a mile walk, and it's one I really enjoy. I love walking through the mountains at 7 a.m. before the world wakes up and picking flowers to put in my hair and traipsing through dew drenched grass on roads that are really pedestrian unfriendly.
Regardless, I had to take a math test at 7 a.m. this morning and I didn't get home until 11:30 last night from the paper, and honestly, I just didn't feel like it. |
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[Sep. 15th, 2008|09:09 pm] |
yeah, um. I'm still alive.
No news, though. |
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[Aug. 30th, 2008|11:27 am] |
remember me?
Yeah. I didn't die. I've been crazy busy and in love with how incredibly fuckin' adorable my life is right now. I've been listening to ridiculous music loudly while being incredibly domestic and swooning over a very adorable boy. The boys I live with cook and clean and play guitar through my wall until I fall asleep (he doesn't do this for me exactly, but it works like a charm) and wake me up for breakfast and save me leftovers when they know I've had a long day. It's so damn cute I could vomit rainbows.
Yesterday, a hippie woman with dreds who uses all natural products cut off all of my hair. I'm not really sure about it yet, but she was so damn cute and giggled a lot. Three different people have described my new hair as 'sassy.' She traveled to Germany for an international hair competition. Crazy.
The paper is basically sucking all my life away, so if you don't see me ever, that's where I am. I'm on campus on Wednesdays from 7:30 a.m. until 11:30 p.m. with only a few very short breaks. Production night. So, copyediting and layout and blah blah blah. |
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[Aug. 17th, 2008|09:34 pm] |
Hey guys, made it here safely. We're totally stealing internet. Yeeeeaaaah.
I have so much crap to unpack it pains me. For several minutes I sat on my floor showing Jon ridiculous things I own in awe of how much stuff I actually have.
Scott and Jon are gone and I'm not used to living in a place with upstairs neighbors. So every time I hear any squeaky floorboards I jump a little.
Anyway. I'm working on two hours of sleep. uggg. I'm very sleepy. |
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[Aug. 17th, 2008|08:37 am] |
I'M TAKING UP ALL THE ROOM ON YOUR FRIENDS PAGE BECAUSE I CAN'T SLEEP AND AM DONE PACKING.
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[Aug. 17th, 2008|07:23 am] |
My favorite memory is the first time I ever recognized that I would be nostalgic for a moment while it was still occurring.
Ticonderoga. New York. 2000. Lying in the grass next to crumbling stone in grass where thousands of people had died over two hundred years prior with a charming boy who wore yellow socks and played the harpsichord and a girl who I grew giggling uncontrollably with who is now makin' films in Manhattan. And we lay there next to a gorgeous campfire for some amount of time that is undefined and unimportant devouring freshly baked zucchini bread like cavemen and swapping stories. And we were in the mountains at least thirty miles from any lights bright enough to disturb the stars. And there were millions of stars. Millions upon millions. I've ridden through a million small towns with my head out the window staring at the sky and the stars have never seemed quite as magical.
And today, I wake up with a gigantic stinky but loveable mutt taking up over half my tiny bed, strangely nervous-excited at five am with the sudden and weird fear that I've lost my keys forever (even though I drove home and opened the door), having had only two hours of sleep. And so I wake up and pack the car and take out the trash and shower and watch some infomercials and hang out with my dogs (who always know when I'm leaving and won't leave my side). Anyway, I was chillin' in the backyard admiring just how much I love the hour before the human world awakes and it was so lovely. And I had this very nostalgic moment.
I miss, more than most things, waking up in a tent every weekend for years. I miss being woken up naturally by the cold sting, even in summer, as the birds are chirping. And I'd count the chirps of the crickets and find the temperature of the air as I'd find some flip flops and pull my hair in a ponytail and really enjoy that I was never trying to impress any of those boys I woke up next to every weekend for years and often snuggled with only because it was necessary to stay warm. I miss stumbling tiredly to the woods to pee and brush my teeth and getting grassy bits all stuck to my feet. I miss the way the boys would look in sweatpants pre instant morning coffee.
And after poorly made scrambled eggs made by teenagers on a fire, we'd get dressed and gather up all our gear for whatever adventure we'd sorta only loosely planned, as is how it goes when you leave a bunch of kids ages fifteen to eighteen to their own devices. Today was it crawling through tiny spaces made of rock on our bellies? Was it kayaking under gorgeous trees through alligator infested waters? Was it climbing up or jumping off mountains? I miss most of all the days we spent on river (there were so so so many) the days that left me with a tiny, but nasty scar on my knee from one of the best stories I've got.
I feel more at home on river than I do anywhere else and I miss that amazing time in my life. Before every trip, no matter how lame or scary I always said a tiny prayer to the river gods and said, "Keep us safe. We're not trying to conquer you, only to experience you."
Anyway. I'm leaving soon. Adios, Raleigh. Back to the mountains I go. |
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[Aug. 17th, 2008|06:12 am] |
I JUST FOUND OUT YOU CAN POP POPCORN WITH CELLPHONES.
Holy shit, internet. |
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[Aug. 17th, 2008|03:06 am] |
It's cool, guys. I'm okay.
I do really hate that I have two stories to write by monday, and staff meetings/workshops all friggin' week. BUT I get to decide what corny get-to-know you games we're playing.
And because of all of my time as a girl scout, boy scout and as a girl scout LIT, I'm way more excited than I should be. I'm pretty much in love with "truth, truth, lie" and the question ball game and the human knot...mostly because the last involves making everyone really uncomfortable. |
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[Aug. 15th, 2008|10:03 pm] |
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Jenni made me cake! Again! |
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[Aug. 15th, 2008|11:22 am] |
Hi. I'm so socially awkward it hurts me.
I may or may not have said "So, yeah, call me sometime"*wink wink* last night when I in fact meant "Hey, call me or email me if you're in Boone so I can write a story on you guys, here's my contact info." |
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