Digressions of an Allie

I hate the fact that I come home from college, all ready to see people (especially Travis) and everyone is busy (especially Travis) except for the weekend when I get to see people, I mean Travis, and spend time with him and just start to have things feel normal again, and then he has to leave.

I hate that.

Now I have to spend my time pining away while making massive amounts of campaign phone calls in order to take my mind of my aching heart and recently reawakened libido.


On the plus side, I get to see Mal!

I think I may have worked out the plot kinks in my novel and I'm going to post it here.  Please point out any holes you see.

So yeah.  I also figured out that my male MC in my first person narrative is about to get it on with a lady.  How am I supposed to do that?  I don't know how to write sex from the POV of a woman much less from the POV of a guy!  Oh, what am I to do?!

On the non-novelling front, I have apparently forgotten how to play the cello.  I know that the music is super hard and I just need to work it out, but I don't know how to work it out.  It's so fast and I've been having bow hold problems and it's making my really tense when I play which stops me from being able to play fast.  So, I'm going to go in for Oleg's office hours on Wednesday, if he agrees on the time.  I just don't know.  I love the cello, but I don't want to hurt myself and I want to be able to play well.

The anticipation of the impending November is nearly unbearable. I had forgotten.

I have to go clean now.

Yay for Rocky Horror!  The showing is tonight and a few of my friends are in it!  I'm absolutely psyched!  My darling friend Biancha and I are going to the dreaded Walmart to get cheap lingerie for the occasion.  Then we're going to Joann's fabric to get green spandex for my Tinkerbell costume.  I'm thinking that I'll just get some hem tape and use that for the seam.  I have no idea where I could use a sewing machine.  So, Rocky Horror is tonight, dressing up for Halloween is tomorrow and there are three birthday's this weekend!  It's gonna be awesome.

Oh, and Nanowrimo, here I come!

This is so much fun. It still hasn't sunk in that I'm not just a block away from home, but that's okay! Egypt is fun this time of year...

Aldrich 2nd (my floor) threw a party two days ago. I didn't drink since I don't know my tolerance, but pretty much everyone else did. Rachel, a girl in the room next to mine, got real drunk, but she starts out as a happy drunk and I was asleep before she started crying. Yeah, yeah, I was all lame and decided to sleep instead of going out to the wall, but hey, I was functioning the next day.

Turns out we got our RA, Jaxon, into a little bit of trouble with his bosses. Not actually trouble, but they said that they had word that we were a party floor, which is totally not true! Most of the people being rowdy wandered in from Aldrich 3 and 1! But it was fun. I got a chance to jam with the guys. I'm not all that good at it since they've all been playing guitar for a long time and I don't quite understand chord progressions on the cello, but I've started getting the hang of it.

Well, I'm gonna read a little and relax since seminar doesn't start until 10.

So...I'm here. In college. This is so weird. I really don't get it. This is all in my head. I'm going to wake up and be a freshman at MHS again.

Anyway, my roommate and I get along swimmingly. Her parents are really sweet and have adopted me since my parents already went home. They came here all the way from Seattle, so they're staying a bit longer.

There's still a crap load of stuff on my bead right now, which is a pity, since a nap would be really nice.

Well, I have to get to my first orientation thing. Ta

Hey everyone, I'm back. At least I'll try to be. Since college is rapidly approaching, I figured that this would be a good way to keep up with all y'all.

I'm up in the Twin Cities getting things for my dorm. Of course, I could get things at home and support the state's economy, but we don't have an Ikea! Mom and I went there on Thursday, and we're meeting Lance there at 10:30. In the meantime I'm watching Beakman's World in the hotel room. I used to love that show and I had forgotten all about it.

Aww!! Poor polar bears! Minnesota has great public service announcements. I had better go and reassure Mom that she doesn't look fat in her new outfit.

Ta

Everyone who loves their indie musicians should check out The Curtains. The guy wrote all the songs on their album while touring with Deerhoof, if that tells you anything. It's like Deerhoof meets Magnetic Fields.

I fucking hate Harrison Cass.

Surprisingly enough, I'm not talking about Travis. He's sweet and perfect and my only complaint at the moment is that I don't get to see him enough.

I'm talking about Marshall.

An explanation for those who don't know Marshall:

Marsall is a jackass of a friend. He always has been and he always will be. Sure, sometimes he has interesting things to say and there is no denying that he's funny as hell, but damn! That boy is such an ass!

Now, the reason he's driving me nuts right now? The teasing is getting a bit out of hand. I'm fine with the sex jokes and the innuendo from everyone. Generally, I think it's funny. Plus, it reminds me of the fact that I finally nabbed my boy. But when the comments sound malicious, I don't like them. When they're resentful and purposefully said to piss me off, I don't like them.

This is what Marshall does.

I don't understand why he takes such pleasure from antagonization. Is it a defense mechanism? Or is he just that mean-spirited?

It shouldn't bother me, but it does. It's frustrating that he went from telling us that we were chickenshit for taking so long to get together to telling us that we're practically having sex in publc. I don't know who taught him the birds and the bees, but if he thinks that holding hands and leaning on one another is 'practically having sex', he has another thing coming. or not.

The he goes into a rant about how I will end up bitching about other people and PDA. I really don't think I do that. I mean, I don't enjoy seeing people who I don't like PDA, but I don't like seeing those people in general.

I'm trying to find a quaint, comfortable medium between keeping my friends happy and keeping my boyfriend happy and these comments are not helping how I feel about my relationship. I already feel guilty about having a boyfriend when some of my best friends are feeling a lack of nonplatonic love, a snide running commentary in addition.

So, I would like Marshall to shut his goddamn mouth. I deserve to be happy and he shouldn't be trying to rain on my parade.

( Note to self )

Step 1: Put your iTunes or equivalent on random.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 30 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
Step 3: Strike-out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
Step 4: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!

( Songs )

In my novel, I want to have an Aristocrat joke battle, but I can only write so many without them beginning to sound the same.

So I challenge you! Write the dirtiest version of the Aristocrats that you can think of.

If you con't know what it is: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Aristocrats_(joke)

I'll make it a contest. I'll make who ever has the best version something pretty.

(To the tune of the Batman song)

Na na na na na na na na FUCK YEAH!
Na na na na na na na na FUCK YEAH!
FUCK YEAH! FUCK YEAH! FUCK YEAH!

Everyone, please disregard that last entry!! I am not a lesbian. Just ask Travis. He'll tell you that I'm not a lesbian. I have nothing against lesbians, I just happen to be straight.

And a note to my dearest friend, Trever: I'm going to kill you. It will be when you least expect it and it will be painful and humiliating!

What was previously in this entry is false. I'm quite positive that I'm straight.

This is a strange, strange month (Wow, I'm even padding my lj posts). I'm doing the play which means that right now, I have to design all the tech stuff which Sis will later tell me is wrong, I'm working on college applications, I have school stuff going on and I'm writing a novel.

I don't understand why I'm not stressed. I might act like I am every now and then, but I'm not. I'm really calm and collected. Maybe I really have cracked. I'm not used to being this sane!

I kinda love life right now.

Well, a few other things, but I'm just going to lump it into one group and call it life.

GAH!!! I found the picture of Dan wearing my pants!!!

The first five people to respond to this post will get some form of art, by me. It will be about or tailored to those five lucky "victims."
This offer does have some restrictions and limitations.

* I make no guarantees that you will agree with what I perceive as art and/or quality.
* What I create will be just for you.
* It'll be done before 7 days have passed. ("You have seven days...")
* You have no clue what it's gonna be. It may be fic. It may be poetry. I may draw or paint or chainmaille-weave something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!
* I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.

The catch? Oh, the catch is that you have to put this in your journal as well, if you expect me to do something for you!

Not to be confused with Band books. Here are the banned books I have read:

( Banned books )

I don't understand why some of those are on there! Shel Silverstein?! I mean, I would understand if some of his other books were banned, but that one? And Goosebumps?! Those are classic! A childhood would not be a childhood without Goosebumps!

Now, I do understand some of them like Little Black Sambo (which I think I own), but quite frankly, I don't agree with banning any book! If Ann Coulter wrote a book telling people to treat liberals like lepers and ... oh, wait, anyway, I'd still want people to read it! Information should not be restricted. If a parent does not want their child reading a certain book, then they should moniter it themselves! It is not up to the school board, the government or me.

Except when it comes to Lord of the Flies; that should always be banned.

So, casting happened.  I'm trying to be a nicer AD this year, honest.  I will not discuss my issues with casting choices with any cast member.  Well, not anymore.

I apologize to anyone who did not get the part he/she wanted.  Don't blame me, I'm only the assistant.

I feel like I'm going crazy!  Something doesn't feel right in my brain.  I don't know what it is, but I feel like I've come existentially loose.  Like I'm not quite here.  It's weird, I don't like it and it's giving me a headache.

I'm also in a bad mood.  It's gotten so bad that I feel like I can't be cynical anymore, just mean.  I don't like it!

*checks*

Yup.  Still happy.

So, I have major news, but I'm going to make you wait for it.

I just finished building my model of a ziggurat.  I feel quite powerful.  I could crush an ancient megalith with the palm of my hand.  Well, it's really a minilith made out of playdough, but let me have my power trip.

I'm absolutely in love with Barack Obama!  I want to take him home with me.



Anyway, the big news *drumroll and fun lights*  I got my first kiss.

That's right, Travis, dense boy extrodinare, finally kissed me.  Well, I guess it was kind of a mutual thing.  We kissed each other.  With all of our darling friends watching.  Thanks guys, you made that real easy. 

Please note sarcasm.

Nevermind.  I can't be mad at any of you.  I have my boy, he admits to us being an "item" and I finally got my first kiss.  Bliss!

So, now that the school year has started, I think I'm going to spend more time online.  After all, I now have something to procrastinate. 

Here's a brief update:
I have 3 jobs: webmaster, Library page, auditorium assistant (Quinn: you'll have to tell me all the tricks of the trade)

Travis is back and still . . . well . . . not confusing me, but it's getting damn close to it.

I have the best schedule ever!

1. Nothing
2. Weight lifting/ Orchestra -  I love the new orch teacher!  She's amazing and amazing!
3. Myth
4. Western Civ - I have Johnson of Questionable Ethnicity.  I still can't figure that out.  The class is fun and we get to make ancient architecture out of Play-dough!
5. Drama - Two Sissel classes!  It's great.  One downer is the really annoying girl (for those who know them, think Matt Aschen meets Shanna Groh) the plus to that is I get to make someone cry again!  I'm trying really hard!
6. Nothing.  Most often used for Quiz Bowl practice and distracting Mal from the starving children in Ethiopia
7. Senior English with Weidnaar (however you spell it)!  You former seniors were right!  Best senior english class.

The homecoming dance is on Saturday.  I have the cutest dress.  It's this one in blue.  I also got really chunky, cheap, brightly colored jewelry from Claire's.  Note to self:  Find out if Travis got tickets.

And after the dance Mal and I get to go see *drumroll*  BARAK OBAMA!  I'm so excited!  I might end up throwing myself at him.  *sigh*

It's so shocking that this weekend didn't kill me! I think I have a handle on this theatre thing. I'm pretty sure that knowing what I was doing caused my newfound grip. We've gotten 3 standing o's. Personally, I think that's pretty damn cool.

Oh! Hey, I have posted my collection of icons on my photobucket. Check them out!

( Warning! Rant Ahead! High Probability of Sailor Level Cursing and Excessive Use of Exclamatory Punctuation! )

So, I haven't really read my f-list since...I don't remember when. Well, I'm now trying to catch up. Don't be alarmed if you suddenly start getting comment emails from posts in the middle of July.

All right, I'm freaking out and it's not just a one thing freakout, no it's a multi-freakout. It's a freakout-palooza!

( College freakout )

( Society freakout )

( Boy freakout )

Okay, that's all for now. I'm going to crawl back into my hole and mourn the dying remainder of my sanity.