O Where O Where Has My Beloved Hot Water Gone????

Today was supposed to a glorious day. I was going to get up early and go to breakfast and start the day off right! I got up after pushing the snooze button twice, grabbed my clothes that I had wisely laid out the evening before and headed for the shower. I turned it on so that the water would be all nice toasty when I got in and went on to other business. Finally it came time for my favorite time of the day and I stepped into the shower and got the rudest surprise of my life! The water was frigid!! It was not nice toasty like it was supposed to be it was positively glacier!! I was at a loss as to what to do! So I turned it all the way up and waited, praying that somehow God would allow the water to turn miraculously warm again, but alas, that was not God's will for my life at that moment. Needing a shower desperately I had not choice but to plunge into the subzero water. Let me tell you ladies and gentlemen I took a three minute shower whimpering and near tears the entire time. That was the start to the rest of my day which continued on a similar path. Amazingly enough, I got ready in time to go to breakfast which was basically disgusting. The eggs were cold and fakey, the waffles hard and inedible, the sausage links greasy and fatty, but the grape fruit, O the grape fruit was heavenly!!!! Then my school day officially started. First there was the Psychology that I didn't study nearly enough for, then there was the Concepts of Health and Wellness test which I should have studied enough for except what I studied wasn't on the test, and then there was lunch. O glorious lunch that I love so well and then there was a beautiful 45 minute nap before my next class. The came the dreaded, the evil, the repulsive General Statistics which seemed to drag well into the next century. Finally there was the State and Local Government test which actually wasn't that bad. Now I sit typing this instead of doing the homework I should do tonight since I'm busy the rest of the week. My life, oh good glory, what a life.

The Little Busybody I Am

Watching people go by my window is one of my favorite hobbies. Today I sat on my bed for over an hour and just watched the people walk in and out of the student center. Sounds rather dull to most people, but I find it fascinating. I love to watch a guy and a girl get to the door at the same time and see how many guys hold the door open for the ladies and how many just barrel on through. I also like to look for people I know and to see what they do when they don't think anyone is watching. I'm such a little spy. I love to watch couples together. The guy is always so considerate. He charges ahead to make sure that he gets to the door well before his female friend so that her entrance into the student center is regal and graceful. His female friend gives him this coy little "Ah how sweet. You are so precious, worship and adore me and my grandeur" look. It is also kinda disturbing to watch couples because sometimes when they are walking arm around each other the guys hand isn't where it should be, it's much lower. There are also the girlie girl groups. They walk around in huge packs, like wolves on the prowl ready to rip anyone who opposes them to shreds. They have this walk like we are beautiful, we are grand, if you don't like us you should get your head checked because we are perfection personified. They are prissy and frilly and ALWAYS ALWAYS make a big show of laughter and whispering secrets to each other. The he-man gangs are rather interesting too. If they can find a way to show off their muscles walking from point A to the student center, they will take it. Usually what the he-men take as a brilliant opportunity to show off their manly toughness actually looks rather ridiculous because it is such a random and bizarre place to be placing yourself on the pedestal to be admired by the passing females. It just makes me (as a female) chalk them up on my list of guys NOT to date, and seriously the list just keeps getting longer and longer as I continue to look out my window. Maybe I should stop or pretty soon there will not be a fellow left on campus that I would touch with a long stick. There are also types of people who are rather dull to watch. I mean these people are so naturally boring that even their walk isn't distinctive to their personality. They are people who just exist. They don't live. They just go about their daily lives on this little leash that pulls them from place to place. So dull. They always know where they are going and what they'll do when they get there. ish. I'm not even going to get into walks and how they express a person's personality because that would take another page and a half and I have to go write a paper now. :(

I Never Want to be Well Again!!!!!!!

Being sick is cool. Being sick is neat. I love to be sick it's sweet!!!! hahahahahehehehe!!! Yes, I'm so glad that I was sick!!!! hehehehe!!!!! Being sick definitely has it's high points and all the good vastly out weighs the bad!!!! hehe

Happy Days Have Come Again!!!!

I am pleased to report that not only is it snowing but Hermy is alive and well!!! It's a wonderful day after all!!!!!! :)

Rainy Days and Tuesdays

I am beginning to really hate rain which is strange because I love rain, puddles, the pitter patter on the windows, the feeling of wet eyelashes, the smell, mud, umbrellas, rain boots and everything else that goes with rain(except the worms). I think that it is because it is the middle of January and it should be snowing not raining! I miss my snow! So now when its a rainy day it makes me sad instead of glad. :( Today was a sad day for me. Not only because of the rain. I don't know why exactly I'm sad, I just am. I even had a four hour nap and I still feel blue. Why am I blue? There is absolutely no reason why I should be sad so why am I? Maybe my pet turtle that lives under my bed died and I just don't know it yet because I forgot to feed him today and this feeling sadness is just a premonition of events that I haven't discovered yet(namely my dear turtle lying flat on his back deader than a door nail). I better go check on Hermy right now I'm all upset and worried now!

Seeing Red and Ready to Spit Nails

Last night or rather this morning, around 2:00 am, I was getting ready to jump into my nice comfy warm bed and all of a sudden I hear someone hacking up a lung outside of the door. Naturally concerned I opened the door to see if there was anything I could do, bad idea. The reason the poor soul was coughing up a lung was because some demented girls from another floor thought that it would be terribly amusing to spray five full bottles of perfume in the third floor hallway. It was so thick that it was almost like you stepped out of your room unto the streets of London on a foggy day. Needless to say I got a lung full of the stuff and immediately my trusty asthma kicked in. I have gone the entire year without significant difficulties with my asthma. I guess all good things must come to an end. Yeah definitely had to open the window and stand there with my nose against it to be able to get enough fresh air to breathe. I was soooooooo mad. I don't remember the last time I was that mad. Anyway I was sick all last night and all today and will probably be feeling the effects of this little prank the rest of the week. I realize that the girls weren't thinking about people with lung troubles when they did it, so I couldn't stay mad as long as I wanted to stay mad. I just wish that people would think. I'm not the only girl on third floor with really nasty asthma and the couple I talked to today were also feeling really crapy. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!! I talked to my RA about it this morning so that there would never be a repeat performance and to make sure those girls know that their little prank could have sent someone with really bad asthma to the hospital. I know if I had breathed in more it would have been really really really bad for me. I'm so glad that God was watching out for me. I guess stupidity is a major disease among college students, although I thought it was more evident in males.

I wonder what I would look like fat?

It seems that since I've been back at college all that I want to do is eat, sleep, and watch movies. Exercise and homework do not even appear on my top fifty things to do. Pretty much if I don't get my act together soon I'm in big trouble this semester. Especially since I am taking this little class called General Statistics. You are probably saying to yourself "Gen. Stats? Come on Allison get a grip! It can't be that bad!" And if you were thinking that you have now officially volunteered to be my tutor! You haven't been to my Gen Stats class now have you??? Besides, it's me, Allison! Allisons and any math don't even belong in the same sentence. I tried to work on my homework and I was able to write my name at the top of the paper and number of the first problem and then all I could do is stare blankly. Pretty much I'm going to DIE!!!! No I'm not! I refuse to take stupid Gen Stats twice!!! I WON'T DO IT!!! God gives strength, knowledge, and wisdom for everything right, including Gen Stats? Am I right or am I right? Of course I'm right! I'm going to stop freaking out now....

Finding My Someone...Through Blind Dates? Am I Really That Desperate??

Is there a word for "fear of blind dates"” like the fear of spiders, arachnophobia? Well if there is let's call it blinddateophobia and I'’ve got it bad. My dear friend and her boyfriend have vowed to find me a fellow and set me up. Laugh and joke as I may, I can't shake this sense of dread that seems to seep into every word, every thought regarding the subject. Perhaps I worry too much, perhaps I'’m over cautious, or perhaps I'm simply scared. I'’m scared that the guy those two schemer friends of mine dig up might just go on a date with me because he feels obligated and would have a miserable time. I'’m afraid that I will completely scare the poor guy off with either my evil sense of humor or terror stricken silence. I'm afraid that maybe I'’ll fall for the guy, but he isn'’t my someone and I'’ll end up miserable and alone again. I'm afraid that maybe the guy I'’m set up with is someone my friends think that I should be with, but who is not someone I want to be with. I guess what it comes down to is I don't want to be throw at any old random guy. I guess that I just want him to be the one who really really wanted to ask me, personally, out. Or maybe I've been watching too many movies and life really doesn't work that way. By the way, for those who are worried about me because of the title, I'm not desperate at all. I promise. I'm perfectly content with my life as it is. ;) I don't need a fellow in my life to make my life full and happy. Life is what you make it and I like my life. I have many giggles with my girlie friends and right now that is more than enough for me. God has been so incredibly good to me, much better than I deserve...