A String of Coherent Thoughts...

*Stands on conveniently placed footstool and cups hands around mouth*- HELLOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

Hi. I was just announcing my presence... it's been a while! There's certainly a lot more pressure as to what to write now because it's like... what do I pick? There's so much to say! Hmmm... I could talk about winter break and life down here in New York and Connecticut, I could write a long and vengeful talk on the newest horrors ap euro has haunted me with, I could talk about how I want a pony and my own personal rainbow... (haha naw, just kidding. That's weird. And we all know what I really want is another cat.) Or I could entertain myself by typing up an incoherent string of sentences using my nose. Or elbow. And no, I have not done that before. .... hahaha (:

This is weird. I'm writing this blog in the middle of a crowded family room, (well, crowded if you count my two aunts, dad, and mom) with a fire crackling dead ahead of me. So a part of me is saying "don't write anything embarrassing or weird. Cause they don't know this blog exists and if anything catches their attention, they're going to follow it." And THAT certainly can't happen! And the other half is saying "psh, they're talking about flight times, Allison, they don't give a rat's cat about you! Go wild! Talk about drugs, smoking, RUNNING WITH SCISSORS!" Knock on wood. 

... Oops, I knocked too late. My mom just acknowledged my presence. And uttered the dreaded, "what are you doing Allison?" She must have sensed the mischievousness in my mind. Or my eyes? I don't know. 

Wow... this is a record- I've written exactly 137 words without actually getting to a point for this blog! I haven't even come up with a title yet- the sole decider of a blogs ambition! I think at this point, a clear-cut topic is a lost cause. Whatever, more freedom for me! There's no outline to hinder me from my true thoughts! [An insider on Allison's intriguing- haha!- mind: It's hilarious to hear my adult relatives talking about John and Kate Plus 8... and their insightful views on reality TV. I want more chocolate. MUCH more. It's just SO GOOD! The weird bruise/bump/bite on my aunt's hand is freaking me out. She needs to get that checked out- a list of symptoms and their corresponding sickness or detrament on google is not the same as going to the good 'ol docter! I should probably go join my cousins in the other room..... but- oh look.. they're doing manual labor in the form of dishes. Hmm.... maybe  I can afford to blog just a little longer.

Hahaha! That was fun! Once I get started it's sort of hard to stop! Just like coffee! Haha just kidding, I'm not a coffee drinker. How can something that smells so good taste SO bad?? 

Alright, I really should go now. I hope this is an adequate blog for such a long absence from writing! If not, I thoroughly apologize, and if you dial the number at the bottom of this screen you can receive a full, money-back guarantee- as long as this free scented candle!

Peace. (Y)

 

p.s. i didn't actually count 137 words... i guesstimated. Surprise!!

p.p.s. due to limited internet ability, i couldn't get a picture for this blog! Here is a box of virtual tissues for you to cry into for this loss.

Feliz Cumpleanos.

Birthdays are so weird. Have you ever thought about that? I don't know, like today it's my friend Sophie's birthday, (HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOPHIZZLE!!) and I just got to thinking about the actual thought behind someones birthday. If you think about it, the "birthed" didn't actually do any work. It's not like they were the ones who had to do all the pushing, or sit there and watch it all happen with a look of pure horror in their eyes- yeah, men. You have it easy... don't complain. - they just... popped out! I guess the conclusion that I've come to about birthday's is that it's really not like gratification for how many years you've actually been in existence, (unless you hit like the 90s and the hundreds... then people are just struck with pure awe that you're still pumpin' blood through those old veins!) it's more like the one day out of every 365 where you get a little praise for just being "you". I know that probably sounds super cheesy... well, that's because it is. But still, I guess what I'm saying is that I don't think anybody really looks forward to their birthday because they're "just so excited to manifest in the 16 years to have experienced the emotional roller-coaster and physical obstacles of life!" although I'm sure that's definitely an important point of it. I think people are more focused toward the attention they get from other people. The positive attention. Because nobody is mean to someone on their birthday. If they are, they're either soulless creatures who live under rocks, or invisible leprechauns.  Like, oh my gosh.. traumatic and life-scarring story example time!!! Gather around children! *Fastens wire-rimmed glasses on tip of nose and begins to read from a dusty story book* In 5th grade, I woke up one birthday morning and, as I had gotten in a fight with my mom the night before, there was no card or balloon waiting for me at my breakfast plate like past years! To make matters worse, when I got to school, I didn't see a cute little note in my lunch-box from any of my brothers, mom or dad, and nobody said happy birthday to me! So when some random 5th grade teacher said, "happy birthday Allison!" in the hallway, I burst into tears, because (in the hype of my tear-stunted 5th grade rationale,) I was thinking "that's so terrible.. my family and friends don't even care about me... only some random teacher man cares about me enough to offer a feeble 'happy birthday'". (Later I found out my mom actually did plant a card in my backpack, and my day brightened from there.) Anyway, moral of the story was that I didn't actually care about turning 10, or 11 or however old you turn when you're at the insignificant grade of 5, I really only cared about the attention of people. Oh, and that everyone should be nice to the birthday boy or girl... because that is what is acceptable in society. 'Tis true. Hahaha, I just went back and reread everything in this blog... I think I need sleep. This is the epitome if bull crap tied together with a bow in an attempt to look slightly presentable.  Whatever, there are my thoughts on birthdays... which by the way, I don't intend to mean as dig to anyone who engages in normal birthday festivities or anything.. more just as shedding light on a new perspective of them. Mmmm...... all this talk of birthdays has really got me a craving for cake.... *licks lips as starts towards the door, mentally locating where the nearest batch of 'cake and bake' is*..

104. 22. 56. 234. The Picture Game.

Boredom... it comes with a price. Today, the price I had to pay was coming up with the idea of picking random numbers out of my butt.. (please don't take that literally. Just save yourself the mental image.) and finding the corresponding facebook photo that matches up to it from my albums. But to save myself some time, and effort, I am restricting myself to 2 sentences each for each picture. This is probably going to totally fail, as most of my ideas do, but for now it seems like a good idea. ("It seemed like a good idea at the time" has proven to be a quotation drawn up from many failed stunt artists, convicts in jail, and people at their death bed...... hmmmm...)

Oh, pish-posh. I don't give a poop! Here I go!

104: Me playing piano this past spring at my 9th piano recital ever! I love piano, singing, dancing, acting.... anything theatrical- you could say I'm a wee bit dramatic at times.

22: Me and Sara at the Wayzata Trojan's Championship game... needless to say, WE DOMINATED!!!! There's me representin' my trojan pride, and of course illistrating the basic relationship of me and Sara together. (:

56: Me rope-swinging it up at my biffle Mari's cabin... her brother James, my "sonny" (odd joke that has progressed over the years) awkwardly trying to hit me with ball attached to a rope is standing behind me? Haha i love the moroz family.

234: Hmm.. lots of out door pictures? I didn't plan that. (That counts as one sentence!!!) This was at my cabin, with my friends Paige and Janhawi... I don't know why I was hugging this particular tree, I mean, I'm all for the environment but i would never really consider myself a tree hugger.... gneh?

Trivial Thoughts at Three.... (A.M.)

So, i'm lying in my bed, mentally willing myself to go to sleep. But I can't bring myself to do it! (This is notable, because considering the fact that I've been functioning off of 5 hours of sleep a night for the past 3 weeks, you would think I'd be leaping into bed at 4:00 in the afternoon if I had the choice.) I just love the moments before you actually turn off your light and focus on becoming dormant when you're thoughts are totally unrestricted, and you don't have to think about thinking anymore! So here's a list of a few of the random traces of coherent ideas running through my brain at this very moment in order for you to get a sense of the moments I cherish every day.
1- my mom is snoring really loudly. I can hear her from across the hallway, and through the thin walls of our bedrooms. Her snores are also really manly. Like no offense, but if my dad weren't out of town on a business trip, I would have assumed that those low rumblings were coming from him.
2- KDWB, (101.3.. the radio station) falsely named their romantic saga that airs every Thursday, "War of the Roses"... The real war of the roses was the civil war in England in the 1500s that was fought over determining the rightful English throne. It was between the Lancasters and the Yorks, NOT some mindless entertainment ploy to exploit failing relationships publically. I think. 
3- That's another annoying thing about Euro. It's created such a personal lack of confidence in myself that I'm constantly double checking myself, and apologizing for incorrect answers, and never completely sure of my own abilities. That's not cool.
4- I really should be going to bed. I promised my friend I'd go to bed at 11.... that didn't happen. AGH I NEED TO GET BETTER AT TIME MANAGEMENT AND PRIORITIZING!
5- Maybe there's a class for that. Hmmm... 
6- Oh my gosh, I really need to shower. I havent showered since yesterday morning. Gross. I also haven't brushed my teeth in quite some time. I'm so glad this is a blog, and you can't actually see my right now, because you're nostrils would probably shrivel up because of the foul stench my body is secreting, and your eyes would fall out of their sockets in order to stop you from being able to see me.
7- The new Spongebob episodes are REALLY creepy. They're like super graphic, and have creepy plots, and I'm pretty sure Spongebob is gay. There are so many little subliminal messages that hint at his homosexuality. 
8- Ow. My eyes hurt from staring at this bright screen, and my arms hurt from the awkward position i'm typing at and OMG- my mom just snored frighteningly loud. It was like an explosion from the other room.  It sounded like a bear sneezing, while simultaneously trying to take out an aggravatingly enthusiastic squirrel with a large branch.
9- I hope my mom isn't offended by my comments on her. Well, she doesn't know about this blog.. and she knows I love her anyway. 
10- It is now 2:54, although my disfunctional computer says it's 7:15, because it's just like that. I need to go to bed! I applaud you for actually reading this. 


DISCLAIMER: it was 3 in the morning when i wrote this, and i was really tired!!!


(Y) peace.

First attempt at blog-writing and picture uploading.

Well... I should be studyigng for my euro midterm. But... after 6 hours, I've gone a little stir crazy. Okay, EXTREMELY, AGGRAVATINGLY, INSANELY stir crazy. So, after resorting to just about every form of procrasatination in existence, I decided to create a blog. I attempted this about 4 months ago, but it totally failed. Plus, i didn't tell anyone about it, and forgot the password. I think i called it "allie's son". Get it? Like, "allison"? Hahaha... that was when  I was young, and stupid. So, I'm sure this extremely spontaneous and whimsical idea of mine is just going to end up as another thing to add to my "been there, done that.. failed that" list, but for now, it's satisfying my need to do something other than stare at a text-book with size .00003 font and fight to keep my eyes open. 

Oh, by the way. I think the idea of a picture a day, (or, a picture a blog) is really cool.. so I'm going to attempt to do that for this'un. I guess we'll see how that turns out.

(Y) peace.