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

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

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

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

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

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!!!

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

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

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

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

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!!

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

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

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

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.