<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852</id><updated>2011-08-02T11:07:34.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><subtitle type='html'>Well, this is just a blog about my college life, for anyone who cares to read about it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>177</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-6575778170699578236</id><published>2010-03-19T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T19:04:00.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, this is an update for Sharon, since I think you're the only one who reads it! :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have been going very well lately.  T-Minus 7 weeks and counting until graduation (May 15th to be exact).  I can't believe how insanely fast this semester has gone by.  I went to Neenah on Wednesday to visit my cousin, and to see her preschool, which I will be working at come August.  Seeing it made me even more excited to begin working, it was so cute!  Cory &amp;amp; I also went to look at apartments, and I found the most wonderful little loft apartment.  Or well, it isn't so little, it's so bright and open!  I am so excited to move.  I will be moving in May, and hopefully finding a job to tide me over until I start working at the preschool.  Then, we took a little side trip, as Cory has never been to Green Bay.  So, I treated him to a good time at Lambeau Field, and he was like a kid in a candy store, it was great! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-6575778170699578236?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/6575778170699578236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=6575778170699578236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/6575778170699578236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/6575778170699578236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-this-is-update-for-sharon-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-8847095650396824680</id><published>2009-10-20T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:11:56.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So.  I really don't think anyone reads this anymore.  Once again it's been 4 month-ish since I've posted.  But I thought this would be a good place to go and vent about some of the things that have been going on with me in the past couple of months.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I've been going to see a therapist.  Honestly, I've wondered if I was depressed, but being a psychology major, I just figured I was self-diagnosing and wrote it off as the blues.  I always figured that I couldn't be depressed, because things would always get better.  For a little while anyways.  Then, they would get bad again.  Really bad.  And when I was getting upset over the stupidest little things (like a boy, who wasn't even worth getting that upset over), or constantly being irritated and snapping at my friends when they weren't even doing anything, and sleeping my summer away, mom made me call and make an appointment.  I knew something was wrong, I couldn't stop crying for the life of me.  So I started going to sessions.  The first one, I broke down and bawled my eyes out, while the doctor just listened.  That was almost enough for me.  I couldn't believe how much better I felt, just having someone listen to me for once.  Then, he diagnosed me with Anxiety and Depression.  He suggested that I go to the Student Health Center and get some medication to help me with it.  I know a lot of people I talked to told me that I wasn't crazy, and that I didn't need pills to fix my depression, and that I could just pull myself out of it.  Oh, like I really hadn't tried to just pull myself out of it before?  Believe me, if I could have, I definitely would have.  One thing was that I didn't want to be &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; girl.  I don't want to be the depressed girl, who uses her depression as an excuse for everything, or being sad all the time.  But I realized I didn't have to be.  I started taking medication, and it is crazy how much it has helped.  Which, I don't know if it is the medication, or me changing, but I'm guessing it's a combination of both.  I feel like for the first time since I can remember, I am truly happy.  I've realized I can be single and be happy.  I don't need a guy to complete me (and why I didn't realize this earlier, don't ask me).  I don't need to please everyone, saying "NO" every once in awhile will not make me a bad person.  Sure, I'll have to disappoint some people, but that happens.  I need to watch out for myself, because I'm the only one who can make myself happy.  I haven't cried in a long time (ok, I did yesterday, but I had good reason), but now I am kind of getting that feeling back.  I don't know if it's just because of some of the stupid things that have happened in this past week, or what, but I'm hoping it goes away soon.  You have to take the good with the bad, and I've realized that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Kudos to anyone who actually read that.  I'm doubting anyone will, but it feels good to get it off my chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-8847095650396824680?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/8847095650396824680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=8847095650396824680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8847095650396824680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8847095650396824680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2009/10/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-702966721462660339</id><published>2009-06-23T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:13:37.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.. so it's been almost 4 months since I've updated this thing.  But anyone who reads/read it knows where to find me on Facebook.  And if not, well then, you're not that special :)  Or, you could just ask. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-702966721462660339?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/702966721462660339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=702966721462660339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/702966721462660339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/702966721462660339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-1260081715326715441</id><published>2009-02-16T19:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:50:48.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-1260081715326715441?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/1260081715326715441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=1260081715326715441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1260081715326715441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1260081715326715441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-3830867763600746219</id><published>2009-02-04T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:42:38.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I don't update this much anymore, but well.. anyone who reads this has a facebook or knows what's going on in my life anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just want to say, prayers for mommy, please.  She's going through a very rough time :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-3830867763600746219?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/3830867763600746219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=3830867763600746219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/3830867763600746219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/3830867763600746219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-i-dont-update-this-much-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-8867634237709682641</id><published>2009-01-03T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:04:38.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm a little late, but Happy New Year!  I hope everyone had amazing holidays and had a great time with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in La Crosse, just having some alone time and waiting for class to start on Tuesday.  I'm taking a J-term, still hoping that I will be able to graduate on time.  And then I'll have to start looking for an internship soon... but oh well.. just worry about that when time comes.&lt;br /&gt;I was reading back through my old entries and it's kind of weird to see all the things that have happened since freshman year.  I feel like time has flown by and really can't believe this is my 3rd year already and that I'm even worried about graduating soon.  And there were a lot of firsts for me as well.&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to hoping 2009 kicks 2008's butt! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-8867634237709682641?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/8867634237709682641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=8867634237709682641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8867634237709682641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8867634237709682641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-so-im-little-late-but-happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-5631451564791203767</id><published>2008-12-17T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:36:27.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yeah... boys suck.  I must only attract the jerks or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-5631451564791203767?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/5631451564791203767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=5631451564791203767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5631451564791203767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5631451564791203767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-238345573627689945</id><published>2008-12-06T11:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T11:54:45.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I still really rock at updating this thing don't I?  Things have been crazy busy lately, Wednesday is the last day of classes before the end of the semester, and I have so many things to get done before then.  Then I have 4 finals, and I'll be home on the 17th for break.  Then I'll be back on the 6th to take a J-term class, because who knows, I might actually be able to graduate on time!&lt;div&gt;So Allison had a date yesterday, and it went well :)  We went to Buffalo Wild Wings and then went bowling (yeah he kicked my butt, but I did get a 134!).  Then we came to my place and chilled for awhile, then ended up going out to his place and we talked with his dad for awhile and I met some of his friends.  So, here's to hoping there's a 2nd date! lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-238345573627689945?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/238345573627689945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=238345573627689945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/238345573627689945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/238345573627689945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-i-still-really-rock-at-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-7322545432480641031</id><published>2008-11-10T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:39:44.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So after a suggestion from mom that I don't update this thing enough.. well.. here's an update.  Things have been pretty uneventful lately.  I had 3 exams today, and then I have another one on Thursday.  You would think it was midterms or something... no, that was like 3 weeks ago.  Lame.  At least I don't have any papers to do on top of that.&lt;br /&gt;We signed a lease today!  I'm so relieved that we found some place to live!  All of my friends are in the same neighborhood (after the drama of all of us deciding that we really didn't want to live with each other anymore.. oy) so that will be a ton of fun!  And it's only like 5 blocks from school, so that won't be that bad of a walk.  The only thing is we'll have to cross one of the busiest streets in La Crosse, thank God for stoplights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.  Tonight's just a night in of vegging out... baking cookies.. and letting my brain unwind.  It's only Monday, really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-7322545432480641031?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/7322545432480641031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=7322545432480641031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7322545432480641031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7322545432480641031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-after-suggestion-from-mom-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-259636239474035340</id><published>2008-10-27T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:15:09.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So... having no homework is pretty amazing. Even though there are a million and one things I could be doing, I think I will go read New Moon, the 2nd book in the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/SQaIA11aoxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/l2JE9ZXEJsM/s1600-h/2008-10-26+Haircut%21+003.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Twilight-Saga-Stephenie-Meyer/dp/0316038385/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1225164628&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Twilight Series&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously, who knew one could fall in love with a character in a book... let alone a vampire? And yes, we will be going to see the midnight showing of the movie, I am beyond excited. *Insert school girl squee here* Yeah before I started reading the books I was like seriously, they can't be good. Well, the first one was pretty good. 2nd one is having a hard time holding my attention, but I heard it's worth it just to get to the 3rd book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I'm so vain... and pretty much love it.  My new haircut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/SQaIA11aoxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/l2JE9ZXEJsM/s1600-h/2008-10-26+Haircut%21+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/SQaIA11aoxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/l2JE9ZXEJsM/s400/2008-10-26+Haircut%21+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262042762661503762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/SQaIBj2Mh1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/ATgihgITW5s/s1600-h/2008-10-26+Haircut%21+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/SQaIBj2Mh1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/ATgihgITW5s/s400/2008-10-26+Haircut%21+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262042775012804434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mi Mexicana y yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-259636239474035340?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/259636239474035340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=259636239474035340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/259636239474035340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/259636239474035340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/10/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/SQaIA11aoxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/l2JE9ZXEJsM/s72-c/2008-10-26+Haircut%21+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-4213593877462943015</id><published>2008-10-21T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:08:56.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm well I really rock at this whole blogging thing don't I?  Just been really busy, trying to figure out the whole housing situation next year.  I'm living with 2 of my friends and so far we found a cute little house that we're going to look at, and keeping our fingers crossed that it isn't taken.  We've decided that we'd rather have a house than an apartment so we can make it more homey, and this one has a HUGE basement, so that could be fun too.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, just trying to survive school.  I finally quit Cheddarheads, but it sounded like I would be welcomed with open arms if I ever decided to go back.  Which I may, during the summer if I can't find another job.  But I am hoping to find a daycare job.  One of my friends has one, and she loves it, so I'd like to find one like that.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... otherwise... nothing else is really going on.  I'm excited for Halloween... I'm going to be a Go-Go dancer, complete with boots and everything!  It's going to be cute, I'll definitely take pictures... and question.. any suggestions for make-up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-4213593877462943015?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/4213593877462943015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=4213593877462943015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4213593877462943015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4213593877462943015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmmm-well-i-really-rock-at-this-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-9201004866522845385</id><published>2008-10-02T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:58:21.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, it's funny how even though I'm miles and miles away from my family, we all get sick at the same time.  And what a yucky time to get sick... it's pretty much the first week from hell.  I had 3 exams and a research proposal due.  Pretty sure I'm just to that point where I'm exhausted and my body finally gave in.  So now, I'm curled up on the loveseat drinking Butterfinger Hot Chocolate from my sweet new UWL Travel Mug, working on my psych proposal, going to study for Soc... and then get to bed as early as humanly possible.  So yes, proposal here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-9201004866522845385?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/9201004866522845385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=9201004866522845385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/9201004866522845385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/9201004866522845385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-its-funny-how-even-though-im-miles.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-6581754484232441498</id><published>2008-09-15T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T06:18:18.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow... so it's been a long time.  Since school has started again I've been insanely busy.  Still working at Cheddarheads, and getting about 20-ish hours a week there.  I picked up another job, working on campus in the Women's Studies department, and I get about 8 hours there.  That's along with 16 credits (6 classes), LASO, and trying to have a social life.  During the day I'm never at my place for more than 20 minutes, so it's really messing with my eating schedule.  Maybe I'll lose weight this year?  lol.  But yeah... it's just been crazy busy... and there's been some drama... and a certain boy may be back in my life... and I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever just wish someone would tell you what to do?  Sure.  You say that's part of life, figuring out for yourself what's going to happen.  I don't think so.  I hate not knowing the future.  I want to know that I'm going to be happy, that I'm not going to be alone for the rest of my life.  I want to know that I'm going to find a job that I love.  I just want to know if everything is going to be ok.  See?  Thinking too much... arguing with myself about things.  I'm going to go crazy, I tell ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-6581754484232441498?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/6581754484232441498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=6581754484232441498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/6581754484232441498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/6581754484232441498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-5802152346806164917</id><published>2008-08-06T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:55:02.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow... I can't believe summer is almost over already. It seems like just yesterday that I moved in here, now in a few weeks I'll be moving out again and back onto campus. It'll be nice to have cable again... and AIR CONDITIONING! Wow, I sound a little spoiled... but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;The 21st birthday was GREAT! I had so much fun... although I think Downtown is a little over rated. I had a lot of yummy drinks... but really wasn't that bad, I promise... in fact, I think my friend got more drunk from sharing my drinks than I was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231477675253379554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/SJnxOmPdMeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ey6SYF8D04Y/s400/2008-7-17+Birthday+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's me with my first fishbowl! And no, I didn't drink it all by myself... I had plenty of help... and ok maybe that makes me look like an alcoholic just a little bit, but it was my bday! And I have noticed, the later it gets in the night, the bigger and more crooked my smile gets... haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231479019979238082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/SJnyc3vFasI/AAAAAAAAADA/ef5qNZphl8Q/s400/2008-7-17+Birthday+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And me and Terrence at my Birthday Party... another good night, save for the little bit of boy drama. (There seems to be a bit of a blue drink trend, huh?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But overall, good birthday!  I had a lot of friends help me celebrate, and I love them for it!  And only once have I not gotten carded at the bars... the black bar where the bouncer looks at me, I try to hand him my id, and he says, "Oh you're ok baby, go on in."  I was like hmmmm... don't know how I feel about that one... but oh well lol.  I guess that old black guy on my birthday was right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Him: "Have you ever gotten hit on by black guys before?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Nope."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Oh well you better be.  Because you have EVERYTHING they want."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ummm... ok?" *Looking over to see Dave, who was &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be watching out for me, laughing his head off*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, just a harmless old guy, it was funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-5802152346806164917?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/5802152346806164917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=5802152346806164917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5802152346806164917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5802152346806164917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/SJnxOmPdMeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ey6SYF8D04Y/s72-c/2008-7-17+Birthday+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-6863631987275262627</id><published>2008-07-24T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:02:28.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boys suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-6863631987275262627?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/6863631987275262627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=6863631987275262627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/6863631987275262627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/6863631987275262627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/07/boys-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-1952657850421582786</id><published>2008-07-16T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T13:32:08.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8.5 hours and counting!  Then I'll finally be 21.  Eh, I heard it's overrated, but we'll see.  I'm looking forward to the party on Friday and seeing all my friends again!  And going out to dinner tonight, then well, I'm sure you can guess what I'm doing at midnight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-1952657850421582786?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/1952657850421582786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=1952657850421582786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1952657850421582786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1952657850421582786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/07/8.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-4686164363725025723</id><published>2008-07-12T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T08:56:44.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/news/story?id=3483521"&gt;You're killing me Favre!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to know what is running through his head right now.  Maybe he's doing all of this for the attention (which really doesn't seem like something he would do).  Maybe he really can't make up his mind.  But come on.  The Packers gave him how many chances to get out of retirement?  Even after he announced it way back when, with the tears and all, he let Green Bay know that he didn't want to retire, and McCarthy and Thompson were prepared to go down to Mississippi and bring him back.  Only to recieve another phone call to say that he had changed his mind again, and was going to stay retired.  Ok, now he's just being a Diva.  Seriously, he needs to shut his mouth and stay retired!  To even consider going to another team, that's what makes it even worse.  As much as I love the man, and totally respected him, with this whole episode, he is losing a ton of my respect.  A lot of people have said that they would hate the Packers if they don't bring him back.  Sure, I'd hate them in the fact that he would then go to another team.  But in this situation, as sucky as it is, I am really starting to dislike Favre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-4686164363725025723?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/4686164363725025723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=4686164363725025723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4686164363725025723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4686164363725025723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/07/youre-killing-me-favre-i-really-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-7356423855479281929</id><published>2008-07-06T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T12:39:15.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I am curious, does anyone ever read this anymore?  I know Mom does and she just doesn't comment, and I'm pretty sure Dad reads occasionally too... lol.  But yeah, just curious.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11 days and counting until the big 21!  I am excited to see all of my friends and have a good time, and sounds like there is going to be quite the party.  I got a present already, sweet orange towels from my family, I love them!  Such a nerd, but I wanted new towels :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a good time camping with the family.  Got fried because you'd think I'd have brains and wear sunscreen, but nope.  So, owie.  I should take a picture of my lobster skin.  I should just learn that I will never tan.  Ooo and my nails are getting nice and long too, I think I may have been able to finally kick the nail biting habit.  And hopefully I didn't just jinx myself... but they are all getting long, with the exception of the one that I broke camping.  I am so not used to having any nails at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-7356423855479281929?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/7356423855479281929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=7356423855479281929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7356423855479281929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7356423855479281929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-i-am-curious-does-anyone-ever-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-2062395227914265166</id><published>2008-06-23T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:55:23.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2008-6-22Wilsons002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2008-6-22Wilsons002.jpg" border="0" alt="me and baby gianna" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Gianna... what a little doll :)  I was one of the few who got to hold her, she didn't get passed around much.  And I didn't get to hold her for long before she started crying... lol.  But at least one of us is cute! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-2062395227914265166?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/2062395227914265166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=2062395227914265166&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/2062395227914265166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/2062395227914265166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-and-gianna.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-4608708011433554746</id><published>2008-06-20T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:31:02.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forget anything good I said in the last post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-4608708011433554746?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/4608708011433554746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=4608708011433554746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4608708011433554746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4608708011433554746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/06/forget-anything-good-i-said-in-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-8317890892604677610</id><published>2008-06-18T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:10:56.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome to my once a week updates... lol.  I haven't been up to a whole lot, being a really lazy bum on my days off, and starting to work 35+ hours a week, I can't wait for my next paycheck.  I get along with the roommates, we're not really friends, but we do talk.  And it is so weird being here alone.  Luckily it's a nice building and neighborhood so I don't freak myself out over that.  It really is a cute place, there's some pictures at the end of the post :) Trying to have a social life... which is hard when the people I like to hang out with are 21... but they're pretty understanding... I tell them they can kick me out if they want to go downtown... lol.&lt;br /&gt;Our cable was finally cut :(.  So that means we have a grand total of 1 channel.  ABC, so that's not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;But overall... other things are getting better.  I'm not thinking quite so much, and just starting to accept what happened and to move on with my life because hanging on it isn't going to help.  Michael and I still talk... we play cribbage online sometimes (Weird, I know, but I taught him to play and he's bound and determined to master the game... I think he has after beating me for like 8 games.. sad.)&lt;br /&gt;I bought some yarn and I'm working on a blanket.  Something to keep my mind and hands busy... my nails are finally getting somewhat long!  At least, long for me... don't compare them to my sister's... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pictures of my apartment :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2008-6-18summerplace001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2008-6-18summerplace001.jpg" border="0" alt="living room" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2008-6-18summerplace002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2008-6-18summerplace002.jpg" border="0" alt="kitchen" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2008-6-18summerplace003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2008-6-18summerplace003.jpg" border="0" alt="living room again" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other side of the living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2008-6-18summerplace004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2008-6-18summerplace004.jpg" border="0" alt="vanity" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2008-6-18summerplace005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2008-6-18summerplace005.jpg" border="0" alt="bathroom" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute little bathroom lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2008-6-18summerplace006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2008-6-18summerplace006.jpg" border="0" alt="living room" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living room/"dining room" table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2008-6-18summerplace007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2008-6-18summerplace007.jpg" border="0" alt="closet" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!  I have a closet!  Although it's messy... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2008-6-18summerplace008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2008-6-18summerplace008.jpg" border="0" alt="bed" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "bed" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2008-6-18summerplace009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2008-6-18summerplace009.jpg" border="0" alt="chair/tv" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie's (the girl I'm subleasing from) chair and my tv stand/where I put all my crap lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2008-6-18summerplace010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2008-6-18summerplace010.jpg" border="0" alt="room" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living room from my room.  And my lonely Brett Favre poster that never wants to stay up lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-8317890892604677610?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/8317890892604677610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=8317890892604677610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8317890892604677610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8317890892604677610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome-to-my-once-week-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-830689179628835540</id><published>2008-06-12T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:13:35.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So pretty sure I have turned into an insomniac since I have moved into my new place.  I don't know what it is... can I blame it on the futon?  Nah... I think I just have to say that I really can't shut my brain off and stop thinking.  The girls that I live with are nice but not my friends.  Me and Michelle both work a lot so I don't get to see her as much as I want to.  I miss my college girls like crazy... I've hung out with Terrence and Dave a little... They're cool... but it was kinda awkward.  I need Janelli to come back from Vegas so it's not just me and the guys...&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sometimes talking about it helps.  But then it starts to hurt all over again.  I am trying not to sit here and wallow in my self-pity... but it seems to be happening.  I can't stop thinking of what happened.  How I thought it was going great... but things just changed so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was over it.  I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.  Waking up in 5 hours is going to be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-830689179628835540?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/830689179628835540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=830689179628835540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/830689179628835540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/830689179628835540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-pretty-sure-i-have-turned-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-7703847883223259357</id><published>2008-06-08T18:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T18:05:46.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thinking is bad.  :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-7703847883223259357?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/7703847883223259357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=7703847883223259357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7703847883223259357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7703847883223259357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/06/thinking-is-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-1515761779437182011</id><published>2008-06-03T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:35:22.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.  It's been nearly a month hasn't it.  Guess that's what happens when you move twice within, oh, 3 weeks was it?  Throw in an attempted trip to Illinois which turned into a trip home, an actual trip to Illinois that killed your relationship, and a trip home for graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep.  I'm single again.  Long story, but I think we're better off this way.  I did love the conversation I had at graduation with Grandma and my aunt Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: &lt;em&gt;So how's your Michael doing?  Sarah did you hear about Allison's Michael?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: &lt;em&gt;Yeah!  I am so happy for you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;We broke up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: &lt;em&gt;Already!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh yeah talk about making me feel good.  But yeah, basically it was mutual I suppose.  Haven't really talked to him since.  Funny how fast things change, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, it's 12:30 am.  And yes, I am stealing someone's wireless.  Hey, can you blame me?  I'm not liking this not having the internet thing.  I think ours is supposed to be hooked up by Friday, so that will be nice.  But I am going home for Aaron's party on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... I think it's time for bed... nighty night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-1515761779437182011?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/1515761779437182011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=1515761779437182011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1515761779437182011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1515761779437182011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/06/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-4250335271980774331</id><published>2008-05-06T15:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:58:20.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I had a great weekend with the boy.  Saturday he met my friends and then we just chilled.  And I have to say, no matter how hard we tried, dorm beds just don't fit 2... especially when you're two "fluffy" people... lol.  So guess who ended up on the floor?  Oh well... at least I got a back rub out of it!  Then Sunday we hung out around La Crosse, I took him to see the infamous Cheddarheads and bought him an amazing Wisconsin shirt, with the threat of getting a Bears shirt in return!  We'll see... lol.  Then Sunday night he watched the Cubs game while I did homework, thrilling eh?  Not sure when we're going to see each other again, he said he was going to steal me and take me back to Illinois with him, which I am pretty sure I wouldn't have objected... but yeah.  Soon hopefully... although it looks like I'll only have Mondays and Wednesdays off through may, I am hoping that it will change as the summer gets going... I doubt I'll have any weekends off either... but want to make it to Ohio with him, and have talked about going to a Cubs game... but I guess I'll just have to be patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-4250335271980774331?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/4250335271980774331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=4250335271980774331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4250335271980774331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4250335271980774331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-i-had-great-weekend-with-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-1954410139393498391</id><published>2008-04-27T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:47:37.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time, no update.  Ok, it's only been a week, but it does seem like awhile since I've had an actual update, verdad?  I really need to get writing this paper, but I would much rather take a nap.  I swear, someone should tell that boy that it's not nice to be all sweet and not want to hang up the phone at 3 am... lol.  And he is coming up next weekend, and all I can say is it better work out, because this is the 3rd weekend we've planned, and yeah.  This whole long distance thing isn't a whole lot of fun... &lt;div&gt;2 more weeks of school... then I have 3 finals that are regular exams, and 2 papers besides that.  I have started my philosophy one, it's not very good, but I have started it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what is up with all these random bruises all over my body?  Apparently I beat myself up in my sleep or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-1954410139393498391?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/1954410139393498391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=1954410139393498391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1954410139393498391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1954410139393498391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-time-no-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-2005754364899057197</id><published>2008-04-20T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:41:04.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must say, I love it when kids come into Cheddarheads.  Although this conversation took place awhile ago, I cracked up when I heard it. &lt;div&gt;A family was from Minnesota (I love it how they always have to explain to me that they're from Minnesota, I actually usually can tell, especially when they make bitter Packers remarks... lol).  But anyway, the little boy wanted a Packers keychain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dad!  I want this keychain!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, you can't have that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Because you're a Vikings fan!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I AM?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just the sound of amazement and questioning in his voice cracked me up.  And boy was he mad that he couldn't get that keychain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-2005754364899057197?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/2005754364899057197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=2005754364899057197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/2005754364899057197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/2005754364899057197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-must-say-i-love-it-when-kids-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-3164596949141027154</id><published>2008-04-15T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:03:30.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/SAVB_J0Py9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Vp3IRO29CAI/s1600-h/2008-4-15+Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/SAVB_J0Py9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Vp3IRO29CAI/s400/2008-4-15+Flowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189626698836986834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the boy gets an A+ for remembering my favorite flowers :)  What a surprise I had waiting at work for me today!  And yes, that's a pitcher, I don't have a vase lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-3164596949141027154?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/3164596949141027154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=3164596949141027154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/3164596949141027154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/3164596949141027154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-boy-gets-a-for-remembering-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/SAVB_J0Py9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Vp3IRO29CAI/s72-c/2008-4-15+Flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-6136782155213415427</id><published>2008-04-10T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:44:47.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/1224/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Rob/purple-exed.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-6136782155213415427?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/6136782155213415427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=6136782155213415427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/6136782155213415427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/6136782155213415427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/04/cyanide-happiness-explosm.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-8848340175583465210</id><published>2008-04-09T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:45:02.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's been awhile since I've had a real update. Things are going well for once, everything's starting to fall into place. Got my summer job, where I'm going to live (subleasing from a friend, which I would &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; rather do than sublease from a stranger). And the boy situation is good. But let me just say this whole long distance thing kinda sucks... lol. And our schedules are so conflicting. Weekends are good for me, and suck for him, but he has Sundays and Mondays off, and I have class from 8-5:30 on Mondays sooo... hopefully once the summer comes it'll all be better. Especially if he could ever get a set schedule... haha.&lt;br /&gt;So my boss asked me all the days that I wanted off this summer, so I took off my birthday, and that's about the only day she said she could give me off since it wasn't on a weekend. Camping 4th of the July weekend with the family? Nope, that's Riverfest. Helping prepare for Aaron's grad party? Nope, it's a weekend. Going to Ohio with Michael for his sister and brother-in-law's retirements from the Army? It's a &lt;em&gt;possibility.&lt;/em&gt;  I thought that was the whole reason I made that list, so I could get the days off that I wanted.  I mean I didn't ask for more than 10 days off the whole summer.  "It just all depends on when the new people want off!"  Umm... hello, and who's been working there longer?  Ugh, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Last day of classes is coming up soon!  May 16th!  I am so ready for this semester to be over, it's been tough, and am definitely looking forward to taking classes I actually want to!  Don't remember if I said this, but I officially declared my minors.  Psychology Major with a Sociology Minor and a CYCE (Child/Youth Care Emphasis) Minor.  Sound smart?  Or stupid?  lol... we will see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-8848340175583465210?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/8848340175583465210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=8848340175583465210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8848340175583465210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8848340175583465210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-its-been-awhile-since-ive-had-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-2798515518064607751</id><published>2008-03-30T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:40:13.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/R_A5V1F4AmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MkyjGklDc_k/s1600-h/n73410154_33538652_9374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/R_A5V1F4AmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MkyjGklDc_k/s400/n73410154_33538652_9374.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183706218295198306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Maria, what hotties!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/R_A5WFF4AnI/AAAAAAAAACA/M_2Rq-u9OYM/s1600-h/2008-3-28+LASO+Fiesta+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/R_A5WFF4AnI/AAAAAAAAACA/M_2Rq-u9OYM/s400/2008-3-28+LASO+Fiesta+010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183706222590165618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our AB attempt at being gangsta... haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/R_A5WVF4AoI/AAAAAAAAACI/cUxVQqRcZ3M/s1600-h/2008-3-28+LASO+Fiesta+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/R_A5WVF4AoI/AAAAAAAAACI/cUxVQqRcZ3M/s400/2008-3-28+LASO+Fiesta+008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183706226885132930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mi Latina y yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So there are some pictures from LASO (Latin American Student Organization) Fiesta that is put on every year.  We have an "authentic" Mexican dinner (I sat by Janelli, and oh boy, did she complain about the "Mexican" food haha) and then Salsa dancing.  And yes, I actually danced!  I wasn't very good, but it was a lot of fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had to go shopping for an outfit to wear, and glad I did!  The sweater I was planning on wearing would have been &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; too warm!  We went to Vanity and I found this dress that I LOVED!  But it was way too short, so I ended up wearing black pants under it, which totally worked!  I seriously felt so pretty, and I got so many compliments, it was amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-2798515518064607751?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/2798515518064607751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=2798515518064607751&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/2798515518064607751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/2798515518064607751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/03/me-and-maria-what-hotties-our-ab.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/R_A5V1F4AmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MkyjGklDc_k/s72-c/n73410154_33538652_9374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-3516404166156188204</id><published>2008-03-27T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T15:01:14.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do those weird California college students ever go to class?  Geez, I swear.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GkDBlEvfbgg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GkDBlEvfbgg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And go check out &lt;a href="http://justatypical.blogspot.com"&gt;Kyle's&lt;/a&gt; blog for their other videos... they're pretty sweet.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-3516404166156188204?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/3516404166156188204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=3516404166156188204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/3516404166156188204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/3516404166156188204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-those-weird-california-college.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-8264980217254041393</id><published>2008-03-23T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:01:42.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pooQi9akrSU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pooQi9akrSU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. this pretty much made me cry... lol.  Can't believe he retired.. I pretty much cried during his press conference too :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-8264980217254041393?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/8264980217254041393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=8264980217254041393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8264980217254041393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8264980217254041393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/03/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-1508813906320918126</id><published>2008-03-20T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:59:41.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Allison is :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-1508813906320918126?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/1508813906320918126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=1508813906320918126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1508813906320918126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1508813906320918126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/03/allison-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-2105611733168753681</id><published>2008-03-12T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T15:50:08.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember the ice skating rink that was Rape Alley?  Well, after a few days of 40+ degree weather (gorgeous, I tell ya!)... said ice has melted into a lake.  Ok, well not a lake, but a good inch of standing water there and on various sidewalks around campus.  Not so fun in the clogs (or as Kyle would say, leather sandals... nooo.  Sandals have open toes! lol) or the jeans.  But whatever, the salt lines at the bottom look &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; cool.  I kinda need a new pair anyway, these seem to have been soaked with salt.&lt;br /&gt;But yes... time for Allison to go study for Psych and Stats tomorrow.  Wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-2105611733168753681?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/2105611733168753681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=2105611733168753681&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/2105611733168753681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/2105611733168753681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/03/remember-ice-skating-rink-that-was-rape.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-988072828559836408</id><published>2008-03-07T15:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:29:06.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/R9HPsPk5ozI/AAAAAAAAABw/9zbUWOHdXls/s1600-h/national_language.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175145805827908402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/R9HPsPk5ozI/AAAAAAAAABw/9zbUWOHdXls/s400/national_language.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Kyle pointed out &lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt; which I think is hilarious. Ok, granted I don't get some of them, but they are funny... lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this one by far has to be my favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-988072828559836408?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/988072828559836408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=988072828559836408&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/988072828559836408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/988072828559836408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-kyle-pointed-out-this-website-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/R9HPsPk5ozI/AAAAAAAAABw/9zbUWOHdXls/s72-c/national_language.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-3753056395841589348</id><published>2008-03-07T13:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T13:43:15.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm.  If midterm week is going to be this bad, I don't want to know how bad finals week is going to be...  I just got my History midterm, which is a 3-5 page paper, which is doable.  He extended the deadline to Tuesday by noon, but since Allison has class on Tuesday &lt;em&gt;until&lt;/em&gt; noon, I'm pretty sure I will get it done by Monday anyway.  Then I have a Spanish quiz, Stats exam, and a Psych exam, all of which I totally need to kick butt on since it seems practically impossible for me to do any better than a C on anything this semester.  So if I do want to get into grad school... ugh.  I would love to have both days this weekend off, but I work 10-5 on Saturday.  And I guess I do have Sunday off... but ARGH.  Just keep telling myself... just get through this week and I'll have Spring Break... it won't kill me... but AHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Then all the preparations for the LASO Fiesta, ok so I don't have to do that much, but still.  How come the white girl had to be secretary last night?  lol.  And trying to keep up with my friends who apparently aren't telling me their plans for tonight.  Oh well, if they tell me, I'll go out with them.  If not, I'll stay in and work on midterms.  Maybe I should just go spend my Friday and Saturday nights in the library.  Lame eh?&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to figure out what I want to do this summer.  One of my friends said she'd be willing to sell me her car, we'll see how much her parents want to sell it for.  My hopes are that I can stay up here and take classes, and work while I'm at it.  Don't know if I can live on campus without taking classes, but my friend also said that I could live with her and split rent if I needed to, so that is definitely a possibility.  And need to look at the costs of summer classes here and decide if I can afford it or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm so holy long entry.  If you read that, you're getting a cookie... Chocolate Chocolate Chunk Mint sound good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-3753056395841589348?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/3753056395841589348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=3753056395841589348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/3753056395841589348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/3753056395841589348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/03/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-7738761044708127326</id><published>2008-03-03T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:23:19.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I have been feeling a lot less stressed lately.  But looking at the next two weeks and all the stuff that I am going to have to get done before Spring Break... well... let's just say it's not going to be much fun.  But, not going to think about that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, it was absolutely GORGEOUS outside.  I think it got up to like 45 or something like that... I hardly needed my coat!  (No Kyle, I'm not crazy, seriously, it was a heatwave!)  And then last night... it started raining, which then turned into snow.  Crazy Wisconsin weather.  But you have to love walking to your classes on a nice sheet of ice... Rape Alley was HORRIBLE (and I know that's horrible that we call it rape alley, it's just a path between two buildings that's really dark and creepy at night).  I could tell they put salt down, but it didn't help much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise... life is good I guess.  Trying to work something out, and hoping everything will work and it will turn out to be awesome... but on the other hand, I really don't want to get my hopes up so... we'll see I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-7738761044708127326?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/7738761044708127326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=7738761044708127326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7738761044708127326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7738761044708127326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-i-have-been-feeling-lot-less.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-7943019370237236617</id><published>2008-02-23T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T17:50:05.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So &lt;a href="http://doodlebugmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt; tagged me.  And since I'm still debating on going out tonight or just being a loser and staying in... I thought I'd do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rules for the meme are:Link to the person who tagged you.Post the rules on your blog.Share six non important things/habits/quirks about yourself.Tag someone at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I really do enjoy being a loser and staying in sometimes.  But I love going and being with my friends just as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I'm a HUGE grammar freak.  That's why I was originally an English major... my biggest pet peeve?  When people mix up "they're/their/there" and all those other homophones (why I know that word is beyond me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I love, love, love, love, love kids.  Really can't wait to be a mom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I love 80's movies.  Half of my movie collection was made before I was born ;)  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I love Vanity jeans.  They're the only kind I'll wear now.  I mean you have to love 37" inseams! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  And this one makes me lame, but oh well, random fact.  20 years old and still never had a boyfriend... haha.  We'll see... there's always tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-7943019370237236617?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/7943019370237236617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=7943019370237236617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7943019370237236617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7943019370237236617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-mom-tagged-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-5559830343949966240</id><published>2008-02-22T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T07:32:36.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh... so seriously. Who uses 5 washing machines? Haha... probably someone who hasn't done laundry since they got back from break... but still. Throws off my whole schedule man... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edit:  Ok so the guy that used the 5 washing machines was pretty cute... soooo... ;) haha.  And nice smile too :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo but this morning I did wake up and look outside, and we must have gotten a little bit of snow, because it was all sparkly and pretty and I was like awwww :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. but other than that... still busy. Still trying to decide what to do about my job and such... so yeah. Just trying to not get too stressed out or anything... but I don't even have weekends anymore... so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-5559830343949966240?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/5559830343949966240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=5559830343949966240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5559830343949966240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5559830343949966240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/02/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-2190108963762188530</id><published>2008-02-17T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:23:02.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm... so I slack on this a lot.  I've just been crazy busy lately... and feeling extremely overwhelmed... which really doesn't do a whole lot for my emotional side... bah... I am such a girl sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;My boss (ok so he's not even really my boss, he's my boss's husband) has been a totally jerk to me lately.  I mean, the man won't even look me in the eye when he talks to me, and can go from smiling to being in a pissy mood... I hate it.  And telling me that if I don't sell enough stuff, they won't make enough money.  And that doesn't make him happy when they don't make money.  And when they don't make money, they're aren't any wages, "and you wouldn't want that, now would you Allison?"  UGH!  My friend's roommate worked there, and he made her cry the first day!  She only lasted two weeks there, and I see why!&lt;br /&gt;But my roommate and her friend are watching a movie, and I'm hoping it'll be done soon... I'm ready to sleep... sleep and not wake up.  Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-2190108963762188530?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/2190108963762188530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=2190108963762188530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/2190108963762188530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/2190108963762188530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/02/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-6026438116378827236</id><published>2008-02-08T08:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:40:53.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my spanish prof told us about this video this morning... and I thought it was hilarious :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ngRq82c8Baw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ngRq82c8Baw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-6026438116378827236?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/6026438116378827236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=6026438116378827236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/6026438116378827236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/6026438116378827236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-my-spanish-prof-told-us-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-8141630946273290439</id><published>2008-02-04T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:23:55.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Because I really don't wanna do stats... and I can't go to bed yet...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. If your doctor told you TODAY that you were pregnant, what would you say?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ummm... well I would be extremely freaked out... and probably cry since that's pretty much impossible?  And I don't really want that right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Do you trust all of your friends?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only have one or two that I completely trust.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Would you move to another state or country to be with the one you love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sure, I'd like to think I would.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm.. I suppose I could say so, but then I wonder about the reasons a lot...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Can you make a dollar in change right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;For sure... I only pay with bills... lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Which one of your friends do you think would make the best doctor?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaha.  I don't know if I'd trust any of them!  Nah... they're all really caring... I think they'd all be great doctors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Are you afraid of falling in love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm.. maybe... just a little.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what happened to #8?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Is there someone who pops into your mind at random times?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, sometimes... so I daydream in class... lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. What’s your most favorite scar?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm... the one on my knee is pretty sweet, from jumping off the porch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. When was the last time you flew in a plane?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. What did the last text message you sent say?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhh... good question.  "Yep yep now all I have to do is do it." from Larry talking about moving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. What features do you find most attractive in the preferred sex?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love eyes and smile.  But sense of humor is a must.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Fill in the blank. I love ________.…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;you... you love me... we're a happy family... Hahaha shush.  It's the first thing that popped into my head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. What is a goal you would like to accomplish in the near future?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get through this semester...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. If you were to wake up from being in a coma for an extended time who would you call?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mommy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. How many kids do you want to have?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 or 3?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Would you make a good parent?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd like to think so.  I mean my friends don't call me "Super Mom" for no reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. Where was your favorite picture taken?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha.  I must say, I quite like this David Beckham one, and it was taken in Brooke and Maria's living room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. What’s your middle name? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elaine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. Honestly, what’s on your mind right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Every now and again sometimes I get lost on the wind of a dream.  The air gets cleaner and the seas get white and I can do anything."  Anything by Mae.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. If you could go back in time and change something, what would it be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I suppose the right answer would be to say nothing, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. Who was or will be the maid of honor/ best man in your wedding?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm thinking it'll probably be my sister.  But no idea how I will ever choose my bridesmaids...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. What are you wearing right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just jeans and a sweatshirt.. going to change into pjs soon though!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. Righty or Lefty?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Righty!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. Best place to eat?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmmm... on campus... The Cellar.  Otherwise, Arby's!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. Favorite jeans?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE Vanity Jeans.  Long inseams for these long legs... haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. Favorite Animal?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kitties!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. Favorite juice?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apple.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. Have you had the chicken pox?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yep.  Have the pictures to prove it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;31. Have you had a sore throat?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yeah.  Hasn't everyone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32. Ever had a bar fight?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never been to a bar lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33. Who knows you the best?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going to have to say... Brooke and Michelle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;34. Shoe size? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;11ish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;35. Do you wear contact lenses or glasses?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neither... although I suppose I should get my eyes checked again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;36. Ever been in a fight with your pet?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nah... but been really really mad at my dog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;37. Been to Mexico?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not yet...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;38. Did you buy something today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Technically my supper, with dining dollars.  Oh and ice cream?   Ugh, and I supose I could count tuition?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;40. Do you miss someone today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm yeah.  I've been missing  her for awhile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;41. Did you get in a fight with someone today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;42. When is the last time you had a massage?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha.  Before I quit choir in.. 8th grade? lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;43. Last person to lie in your bed?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm... I believe Melanie did once last semester.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;44. Last person to see you cry?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;That paid any attention?  Me, myself, and I.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;45. Who made you cry?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eh.  We'll just say Bob again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;46. What was the last TV show you watched?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does Harry Potter count? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;47. What are your plans for the weekend?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Work.  Sleep sometime.  Party?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;48. Who do you think will repost this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhh... Kyle?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;49. Who was the last person you hung out with?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brooke!  Brooke and Allison bonding time, I love it :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;50. If your significant other asked you to marry them TODAY, what would you say?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well... considering I don't have one... I'll just put N/A for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-8141630946273290439?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/8141630946273290439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=8141630946273290439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8141630946273290439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8141630946273290439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/02/because-i-really-dont-wanna-do-stats.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-224659993349690109</id><published>2008-02-04T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T05:22:52.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And the Giants win the Super Bowl!  As much as I wanted it to happen, I sure didn't see it coming!  Let's just say I jumped up at that last touchdown and my head came &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; close to my foodboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's the beginning of week number 2.  I feel as if I've been here for an eternity already....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-224659993349690109?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/224659993349690109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=224659993349690109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/224659993349690109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/224659993349690109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-giants-win-super-bowl-as-much-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-1337522028863409344</id><published>2008-01-31T22:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:11:08.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it is 1 a.m.  And why is Allison still up?  Because she is too mad to sleep.  Allison never gets mad about anything... but tonight I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, today was the 4 year anniversary of the death of my two friends Steph and Tilah.  And I didn't realize it until about 7 tonight.  So besides feeling sad, I was feeling incredibly guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the conversation with Bob (name changed to protect the preachy) started out normally.  Until I brought up church.  Said I was stuck in a rut, and maybe the reason I'm not comfortable attending church right now is because I don't agree with everything being said.  Namely gay marriage and abortion.  And so Bob goes back to gays and asked what I believe.  I said that I believe that no person has any right to tell any other person what to say or do, so why should anyone tell them who to love?  He then proceeded to pull out his Bible and throw me a verse from Corintians where it says homosexuality is a sin.  And I listened.  He told me about a psychology book where a gay man was "cured" of being gay, and I told him that was complete and utter bull crap.  And so then he told me to prove my believes.  If I could find something somewhere written that proved what I said, he would then listen to my argument.  I proceeded to tell him that I could not prove &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; beliefs because they are in my heart, and I do not need a book to tell me in my heart what is right and what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;By then I was clearly upset, on the brink of tears, and he told me again that if I was willing to prove it, he would listen, but not otherwise.  I told him then that I did not want to talk about it anymore, and he left.&lt;br /&gt;And basically yeah.  Right now I'm upset/mad/I don't even know what.  But I can't sleep.  And I have to get up in oh... 5ish hours?&lt;br /&gt;It's just frustrating.  Obviously I care a lot more about this than I thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-1337522028863409344?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/1337522028863409344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=1337522028863409344&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1337522028863409344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1337522028863409344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-it-is-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-3546833895552077688</id><published>2008-01-30T08:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T08:25:16.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow... is it ever cold outside.  You know that when local high/middle/elementary schools cancel, it's WAY cold.  And yet, who still has to walk to class in -22 degree windchill?  Yeah that's right.  Not that I'm complaining or anything, why would I complain?  Because there's nothing like your face hurting and not being able to feel your legs when you get to class.  haha.  I mean, I saw at least 2 people without coats on this morning.  Granted they were wearing sweatshirts, but still.  CRAZY.  And then there's that one guy you always see walking back from the Rec with shorts on.  And bright red legs.  Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even have to go to work yesterday because the weather was supposed to get bad.  Which was nice, but then again, I didn't get paid.  Don't have to go in until Saturday... but that means I will have about 5 hours on my next pay check... woo 35 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;But anywho.  Off to stats!  Then History... then Philosophy.  Woo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-3546833895552077688?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/3546833895552077688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=3546833895552077688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/3546833895552077688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/3546833895552077688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-5757388409676198433</id><published>2008-01-27T20:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:11:33.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I made it back to school, after forgetting my purse.  Of course, I always forget something.  I'm really glad that I happened to have my keys in my coat pocket, which is very unusual.&lt;br /&gt;I worked today too, found out that my hours were cut a lot for next semester, maybe 11-15 a week.  Which hopefully won't be too bad, especially with my class load.  But we'll see, I can always ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;Classes start tomorrow, which is always interesting... got all my books... 11 of them... 5 of which are for Philosophy!  Thank goodness we don't have to buy them!&lt;br /&gt;And hmmm... really no new news.  Other than I have to work every Saturday from now to the end of February, and every other Sunday.  So much for sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I'm thinking it's bedtime soon.... hopefully?  Gotta get up at 6:45 tomorrow... ehh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-5757388409676198433?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/5757388409676198433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=5757388409676198433&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5757388409676198433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5757388409676198433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-i-made-it-back-to-school-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-3524419121112936655</id><published>2008-01-22T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T14:28:23.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New picture on my layout... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm David Beckham.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-3524419121112936655?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/3524419121112936655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=3524419121112936655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/3524419121112936655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/3524419121112936655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-picture-on-my-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-7646115216809791413</id><published>2008-01-14T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T10:13:29.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So wow... I have been majorly slacking on this.  Haven't had a real update in nearly a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break hasn't been too thrilling, as always.  I guess I'm really kicking myself [and I think that mom's about ready to kick me, too] for not becoming a seasonal worker at the nursing home so I could at least have something to do while I'm at home.  Ready to get back to school... get on some sort of schedule.. and start working again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to save for a car.  I should have some money left over after my scholarship, so then I'll have about $1400 saved.  I think that if I want to stay at school this summer, a car is almost a necessity.  The buses don't run as often during the summer... so I would probably be getting to work an hour or so early.. and that's not going to work because my boss doesn't seem to understand the concept of me having to ride the bus, even though I've told her.&lt;br /&gt;I want to take classes too... and there are 3 summer sessions, so if I take classes for at least 2 of the 3... that should be good.  I am hoping too that maybe they'll offer Pre-Calc so I can retake it and get a better grade, because ANYTHING has to be better than a D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah... lol.  I go back on the 26th.  A long break...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-7646115216809791413?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/7646115216809791413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=7646115216809791413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7646115216809791413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7646115216809791413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-7463166857966870851</id><published>2008-01-07T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:42:13.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YT56YizyR2o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YT56YizyR2o&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.  So doing that at my wedding, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-7463166857966870851?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/7463166857966870851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=7463166857966870851&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7463166857966870851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7463166857966870851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2008/01/hahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-8138573321185264762</id><published>2007-12-26T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T14:02:49.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mL2UsAbI1hg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mL2UsAbI1hg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because it brings back memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-8138573321185264762?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/8138573321185264762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=8138573321185264762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8138573321185264762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8138573321185264762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-because-it-brings-back-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-4490799924110530318</id><published>2007-12-16T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T19:42:51.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So what do 3 college girls do on a Saturday night when they're bored? Bake cookies of course, silly! We made Christmas cookies (with a heart shaped cookie cutter!) and had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and Brooke did our make up!&lt;a href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/n1274040040_30019902_2259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/n1274040040_30019902_2259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Imitating Miranda and a certain someone ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/n1274040040_30019927_9933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/n1274040040_30019927_9933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and mi Mexicana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/n1274040040_30019930_2343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/n1274040040_30019930_2343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Practicing my "supermom" skills.  Look at that concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/n1274040040_30019932_186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/n1274040040_30019932_186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awww... I knew my heart was sweet ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/n1274040040_30019929_1518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/n1274040040_30019929_1518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly girls.  The one on the left is the whitest member of LASO (Latin American Student Organization).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/n1274040040_30019933_1069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/n1274040040_30019933_1069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmmm.  I don't think that's mistletoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/n1274040040_30019909_1885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/n1274040040_30019909_1885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awww... all three of us.  Allison needs glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/n1274040040_30019901_1234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mmmm... cookie dough. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-4490799924110530318?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/4490799924110530318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=4490799924110530318&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4490799924110530318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4490799924110530318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-what-do-3-college-girls-do-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-4607635821946357469</id><published>2007-12-13T09:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T09:25:39.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us.mg2.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?fid=Inbox&amp;amp;mid=1_21453_AOdkxEIAAK6zR2CdfQloOUGxwq8&amp;amp;pid=11&amp;amp;tnef=&amp;amp;YY=1197566492058&amp;amp;newid=1&amp;amp;clean=0&amp;amp;inline=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So since stupid blogger wouldn't let me in yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Stephanie Mae. I can't believe it's almost been four years since you and Tilah have been gone... I miss you both like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RIP Stephanie Mae Giesen~ December 12, 1987-January 31, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143509627434370546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/R2FqwTIHBfI/AAAAAAAAABM/SVH5KKQgoeQ/s400/basketball.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-4607635821946357469?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/4607635821946357469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=4607635821946357469&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4607635821946357469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4607635821946357469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-since-stupid-blogger-wouldnt-let-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/R2FqwTIHBfI/AAAAAAAAABM/SVH5KKQgoeQ/s72-c/basketball.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-1370949215865729758</id><published>2007-12-02T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:23:19.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in need of a break.  3 papers due this week, one being six pages (don't worry, I'm working on page 4 right now), a Spanish quiz, and I'm sure a couple of English quizzes will be stuck in there too.  And 1 day off of work.  Yeah.  Wednesday.  26 hours.  I know, it could be worse.  But still.  I am going to be pooped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-1370949215865729758?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/1370949215865729758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=1370949215865729758&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1370949215865729758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1370949215865729758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-in-need-of-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-8067097244938945421</id><published>2007-11-29T15:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:20:15.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes... I am still alive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-8067097244938945421?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/8067097244938945421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=8067097244938945421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8067097244938945421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8067097244938945421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/11/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-7063615080620130929</id><published>2007-11-14T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T21:45:39.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah... so I'm feeling much better since my last entry... It was just one of those days.  But I had Brooke and Allison bonding time tonight, and we pretty much hung out for 4 hours.  Which was amazing.  We talked/complained/vented the whole time.  I am going to miss that girl soooo much when she's off being a German next year (she's studying abroad in Germany for a whole year).   I'm already saving my money so I can go visit my fellow alkie ;)  Oops.  Alkie?  I meant... uh... well.. yeah.   Thought I'd throw a little humor in there, besides, I'll be legal in Germany!  Not that I won't be next year anyway, but I'm babbling.&lt;br /&gt;And yes.  Otherwise... not much going on I guess.  I wish my life was more exciting... lol... Because what... Mom and Valerie and Steff read this?  Woo.  haha.  Where are all the college boys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-7063615080620130929?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/7063615080620130929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=7063615080620130929&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7063615080620130929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7063615080620130929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/11/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-4205045645127341012</id><published>2007-11-13T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:39:30.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So... slacking on keeping this updated.  The job is going well... school is going ok... I've just been busy.  I miss hanging out with my friends all the time.  I miss that we all live so far away from each other.  I miss being able to run down to 240 and pound on the door whenever I wanted to hang out.  I hate that Brooke is leaving for a whole year, I'm going to miss her so much.  I miss my friends from home... I miss Michelle... and yet, we live about oh, a 20 minute walk from each other.  I miss Kayla.  I haven't seen her since July... but since she's practically married, who needs me.  I hate that the cute boy in my English class that always catches my eye and smiles at me has a girlfriend.  And that she lives on my floor so I always see him.  It bugs me that I got in trouble at work for not watching those two nice guys that came in, because "they could have been thieves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait for Thanksgiving break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.  Negative energy much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-4205045645127341012?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/4205045645127341012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=4205045645127341012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4205045645127341012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4205045645127341012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/11/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-3027909288962960845</id><published>2007-11-07T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:24:21.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wishlistr.com/fennytown_chica"&gt;My Christmas List&lt;/a&gt;.  Not very big right now.  Who knows if I'll add to it... I never know what to ask for...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-3027909288962960845?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/3027909288962960845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=3027909288962960845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/3027909288962960845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/3027909288962960845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-christmas-list.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-1435637219748942843</id><published>2007-11-04T21:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T21:29:36.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-1435637219748942843?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/1435637219748942843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=1435637219748942843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1435637219748942843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1435637219748942843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/11/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-7258919741110444602</id><published>2007-10-31T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T16:57:00.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got the job at &lt;a href="http://www.cheddarheads.com"&gt;Cheddarheads&lt;/a&gt;!  My first shift is 1-9 on Friday, wish me luck! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-7258919741110444602?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/7258919741110444602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=7258919741110444602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7258919741110444602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7258919741110444602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-got-job-at-cheddarheads-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-4727842421074183472</id><published>2007-10-31T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T12:16:34.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I have been majorly slacking on this lately.  Been busy... and tired.  Last Friday I took a spur of the moment trip to Winona with my friend Melanie, because her cousin called and said that his house was empty, so we should come over.  Let's just say Allison and Melanie found out that they are quite the lightweights.  But it was a fun time... Ben discovered my fondness for the Packers, and being I was in Minnesota, I had to put up with the harassment for the night.  But it was all good... I hope we can go again.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... what else.  Didn't hear back from The Pearl yet... so I will be calling tomorrow.  I guess I applied at &lt;a href="http://www.cheddarheads.com/"&gt;Cheddarheads &lt;/a&gt;too.  Which my friends say that's the perfect job for me because I'm such a cheesehead... but we will see.&lt;br /&gt;And the roommate situation is... well.  When she starts acting like she's my mother... not good.  I kinda freaked out on her last night, but I swear, she is OBLIVIOUS to the world around her.  She's one of those people that's totally book smart, yet when it comes to the real world, she has no idea what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;And now.. since I am a college student... I think I'm going to try my skills at napping.  Usually I fail at it... but maybe this time I will be able to succeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-4727842421074183472?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/4727842421074183472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=4727842421074183472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4727842421074183472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4727842421074183472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-i-have-been-majorly-slacking-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-903802020870548335</id><published>2007-10-25T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T06:00:16.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I applied for a job, keep your fingers crossed for me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-903802020870548335?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/903802020870548335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=903802020870548335&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/903802020870548335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/903802020870548335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-applied-for-job-keep-your-fingers.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-5247512104385467360</id><published>2007-10-23T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:55:06.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/Rx41dSrrcXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bMLXarYJOa8/s1600-h/ch860425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/Rx41dSrrcXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bMLXarYJOa8/s400/ch860425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124592203341721970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-5247512104385467360?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/5247512104385467360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=5247512104385467360&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5247512104385467360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5247512104385467360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/Rx41dSrrcXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bMLXarYJOa8/s72-c/ch860425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-3792232469694082553</id><published>2007-10-18T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:46:10.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l58/dreemz0429/breastcancerbca-penguin-banner.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l58/dreemz0429/breastcancerbca-penguin-banner.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know about you guys, but this made me smile!  Immature, maybe.  But this is coming from the girl who just bought an "I support healthy breasts" t-shirt that I will be wearing tomorrow, along with a pink ribbon.  Oh college campuses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-3792232469694082553?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/3792232469694082553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=3792232469694082553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/3792232469694082553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/3792232469694082553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-know-about-you-guys-but-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-5985336542330932049</id><published>2007-10-08T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T16:02:09.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not so good at keeping this updated anymore am I?  That's because not much happens here... lol... Sleep, class, homework, eat, sleep, class, homework... and the cycle goes on.  Maybe a little fun thrown in there on the weekends.  Not too much fun though... lol.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. what else?  I have my advising appointment tomorrow, and I am a little nervous.  But hopefully it all goes well and then I can go change my major, and officially be a Pre-Psychology major.  Makes me sound smart?  lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-5985336542330932049?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/5985336542330932049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=5985336542330932049&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5985336542330932049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5985336542330932049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-so-good-at-keeping-this-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-9099966090579980279</id><published>2007-09-29T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T09:30:06.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So really.  Who knew it would be so hard to change your major?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I want to be a Psychology major with a Child/Youth care emphasis.  So, I'm told my adviser to go to the College of Liberal Studies office, and all I have to do is fill out a form and then my major is changed.  Well, no, it wouldn't be that simple now, would it?  I had to go to the Psychology office... and then they gave me a sheet: "So..... you want to become a PSYCHOLOGY major... now what?"  So I take the sheet, and I have to take these on-line Psychology tutorials?  Basically telling me about the major... why I want to do it... what kind of jobs I can get and so on and so forth.  Then I have to make an appointment with the Advising Coordinator.  She will then decide if I can be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pre-Psychology&lt;/span&gt; major.  That's right, I won't even get to be a Psychology major yet.  Until I take Stats and Psych 100 and get a C.  Now I am TOTALLY kicking myself for wasting time in stupid Pre-Calc and Psych 212.   So, if all goes smoothly... I should be a Psychology major when I'm a junior... and they do say it takes about 4 semesters to complete your major... so keep your fingers crossed for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night me and Miranda cooked for all of our friends.  Originally it was for Brooke and Maria since they helped us move in... but we invited all of our friends.  Miranda made some AMAZING lasagna... and I made chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting... and I must say... that was the most amazing frosting I have ever made.  Really rich... so you couldn't eat a lot... but AMAZING nonetheless.  I don't know if I'll be able to make it that good again! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  Well if you read all of that... I will give you a piece of that chocolate cake ;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-9099966090579980279?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/9099966090579980279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=9099966090579980279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/9099966090579980279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/9099966090579980279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-7131813207358381553</id><published>2007-09-27T05:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T05:55:32.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sooooooooooo tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-7131813207358381553?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/7131813207358381553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=7131813207358381553&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7131813207358381553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7131813207358381553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/09/sooooooooooo-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-213435774789256167</id><published>2007-09-22T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T15:20:02.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after attempting to do homework and failing miserably (falling asleep) I thought I would take a break and post some pictures of my dorm.  Or what my roommate last year liked to call a "glorified jail cell."  I have no problem with it, I like my dorm just fine.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2007-9-14Party002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2007-9-14Party002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dresser.  I was told it's way too cluttered?  Come on... pick up my shoes, it'd be perfect.   Ok, maybe it is a tad bit cluttered.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2007-9-14Party003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2007-9-14Party003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet TV!  And our fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2007-9-14Party005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2007-9-14Party005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My desk... yes I know it's messy... I was in the middle of doing homework.  Oh... and yeah... talking to people too.  I am an amazing multi-tasker :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2007-9-14Party004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2007-9-14Party004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My loft/tv/fridge.  No, I don't make my bed!  Why would I?!  And I was watching Home Improvement :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2007-9-14Party001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/2007-9-14Party001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My closet.  Empty isn't it?  I am so not a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-213435774789256167?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/213435774789256167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=213435774789256167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/213435774789256167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/213435774789256167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/09/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-7924262132438767801</id><published>2007-09-21T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T09:35:38.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am majorly slacking on this again.  But sometimes I wonder if I am ever going to get caught up on sleep.  And last night was just not a good night... way emotional and yeah.  But I'm heading home this weekend... hoping to get some sleep, but I'm really not seeing that happen at all... what with having to go to the football game and then the CC meet.&lt;br /&gt;And I am really thinking hard about changing my major.  Which you guys know since you all read mom's blog.  But I've been thinking what I really want to do is work with kids... so why the heck am I an English major?  And I don't know, a lot of the plans that I thought were going to happen... I don't think they're going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stolen from Valerie and Mom... since I have some time to kill before lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who are you:&lt;/strong&gt; Allison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where you live:&lt;/strong&gt; La X :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how old:&lt;/strong&gt; 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your favorite - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;job: &lt;/strong&gt;I've only had one.  The nursing home... working as a Kitchen Assistant.  And as much as I complained about it... I really did like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;food:&lt;/strong&gt; Hmmm.  That's a toughie.  Any kind of chicken is AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tv:&lt;/strong&gt; America's Next Top Model... the Hills... the OC.  Wow.  Somehow I never pictured myself watching those shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; Allison by Permanent Me.  I'm sure you can guess why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meal:&lt;/strong&gt; Brunch at Mama Whitney :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;memory from childhood: &lt;/strong&gt;Not having to worry about a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good student? &lt;/strong&gt;Was in high school.. not so much in college... but I get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bike or rollerskate&lt;/strong&gt; - Bike.  Rollerskating + Allison = not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would you rather...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;travel or stay home:&lt;/strong&gt; Travel.  I've never been anywhere before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paper or plastic:&lt;/strong&gt; Plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fly or drive: &lt;/strong&gt;Well I've never flown before... so I guess I'd have to say drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;snow or surf:&lt;/strong&gt; Snow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what you're good at: &lt;/strong&gt;Listening... working with kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what you wanna be good at:&lt;/strong&gt; Hm.  Sports?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-7924262132438767801?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/7924262132438767801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=7924262132438767801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7924262132438767801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7924262132438767801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-i-am-majorly-slacking-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-8128970144296746965</id><published>2007-09-12T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T15:07:24.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes Steff, you were right.  It was about a boy.  But he's out of the picture now... so I'm ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole this from Val because I don't want to start homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your mobile phone? Sitting on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;2. Relationship? Hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? Blah brown with a few remains of that hair color that was supposed to wash out in 28 days?&lt;br /&gt;4. Work? Nada.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Your sister(s)? At home and hating math.  Good girl.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? Friends.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Your dream last night? Don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink? UV Cherry &amp; 7 up.  Oops.  Did I say that?  hehe.  Moutain Dew.&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream car? Chevy Cobalt!&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you’re in? Dooorm room.&lt;br /&gt;11. Your shoes? Just socks.&lt;br /&gt;12. Your  fears? People dying.&lt;br /&gt;13.  What do you want to be in 10 years? Hmm.   Married?  Working?&lt;br /&gt;14. Who did you hang out  with this weekend? STUPID BOY.&lt;br /&gt;15. What are you not good at? School, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffin? Chocolate chocolate chip.  yum.&lt;br /&gt;17. Wish list items? Hmmm.  To graduate.&lt;br /&gt;18. Where you grew up? Fennytown baby.&lt;br /&gt;19. The last thing you did? Umm turned on the TV to the OC.&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing? Jeans and a sweatshirt.&lt;br /&gt;21. What are you not wearing? make up?&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pet? none here.&lt;br /&gt;23. Your computer? dude, i've got a dell.&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life? not bad.&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood? tired... and soooo ready for friday.&lt;br /&gt;26.  Missing? my family?&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you thinking about? Friday.&lt;br /&gt;28. Your car? nada.&lt;br /&gt;29. Your kitchen? DUDE.  We have a kitchen on our floor!  I didn't know that!&lt;br /&gt;30. Your summer? long.&lt;br /&gt;31. Your favorite color? i guess it's pink?&lt;br /&gt;32. Last time you laughed? like 2 minutes ago at miranda.&lt;br /&gt;33. Last time you cried? Friday.  Stupid boys.&lt;br /&gt;34. School? UW-La X :D.&lt;br /&gt;35. Love? Friends, family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-8128970144296746965?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/8128970144296746965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=8128970144296746965&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8128970144296746965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8128970144296746965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/09/yes-steff-you-were-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-8532400932424463123</id><published>2007-09-09T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:06:46.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok... so not so happy anymore.  Things just didn't work out.  But I'm ok, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-8532400932424463123?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/8532400932424463123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=8532400932424463123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8532400932424463123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8532400932424463123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/09/ok_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-7274674776038904673</id><published>2007-09-08T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T07:10:53.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok... so maybe I'm not dumb... but I am pretty happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-7274674776038904673?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/7274674776038904673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=7274674776038904673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7274674776038904673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7274674776038904673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-5341073334998932468</id><published>2007-09-06T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:34:25.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Allison is dumb.  Dumb, dumb, dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-5341073334998932468?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/5341073334998932468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=5341073334998932468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5341073334998932468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5341073334998932468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/09/allison-is-dumb.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-2023798663309277696</id><published>2007-09-02T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T07:42:09.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow... have I ever been majorly slacking in the Blogging department.  So I made it safe and sound back to school, which you guys already knew since you read mom's blog.  I am so tired and sore and everything... and ugh.  And now we're off to church, I guess... and there's a cookout this afternoon that I should go to, but I really don't care to.  But I guess I'd rather go and feel awkward than have people start asking me questions about why I don't want to go anymore.  Gah, peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... I guess that's all I have for now.  I could really go back to bed... I'm just glad I have tomorrow to sleep in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-2023798663309277696?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/2023798663309277696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=2023798663309277696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/2023798663309277696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/2023798663309277696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-1830966682549194626</id><published>2007-08-20T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T14:33:27.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stolen from Valerie, because I really suck at updating this lately.  And because I was in high school oh so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was your best friend? Hmm.  I had a close group of friends.  There were 6 of us.  But I'd have to say Michelle was my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you play any sports? Nahh.  I was a Yearbook &amp; 4N6 nerd.  I did bowl in a league for all 4 years, but my friends never considered that a sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What kind of car did you drive? I had a Dodge Spirit, then a Plymouth Breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It’s Friday night. Where were you? Football games in the fall.  Basketball or wrestling in the winter.  And during the spring?  Probably at home, or with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Were you a  party animal? Heck no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Were you considered a flirt? Nah... I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Were you in the band, orchestra or choir? Band all 4 years.  Pit Orchestra.  Pep band.  Dorain Honors Band.  SWAL Honors Band.  Middle School Honors Band.  I was such a band geek.  How'd I get so good without practicing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Were you a nerd? You could consider me that I guess.  But I got along with pretty much anyone... except my friends at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Were you ever  suspended or expelled? Nahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Can you sing the fight song? Heck yes.  Even though I was usually playing it: "We're loyal to you Fennimore... We'll ever true Fennimore.  We'll back you to stand as the best in the land 'cause we know you are grand Fennimore!  U RAH RAH!  We're in the fight Fennimore, so show them you're might Fennimore!  Our team is our fame protector, on &lt;s&gt;boys&lt;/s&gt; team for we expect a victory from you Fennimore!  (yeah, they changed boys to team after I learned it.  Bad habit I have.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who was your favorite  teacher? Any one of my English teachers.  I loved them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What was  your school mascot? Golden Eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Did you go to the Prom? All four years.  Never had a date, just went with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you could go back, would you? Maybe.  Just to do a few things over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you remember most about  graduation? My party.  And Jordan, the guy I walked with, sniffing our lilies as we were walking out and saying, "Man!  These smell like SHIT!" as we walked by, oh, about 20 camcorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Where were you on Senior Skip Day? Hitting up the Malls in Madtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Did you have a job your senior year? Dietary Assistant at the Good Sam.  As much as I complained about that job, I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where did you go most  often for lunch? School.  Unless it was something nasty or during exams. Then I just skipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you gained weight  since then? Nope.  Lost :D  And hoping to lose more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What did you  do after graduation? Worked all summer, then off to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What year did  you graduate? 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who was your Senior Prom  Date? Well we had Junior prom.  But I didn't have a date for either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you going/did you go to your 10 year  reunion?  Probably.  So I can be skinny and laugh in all the fatty's wrinkled faces from all their stupid fake baking.&lt;br /&gt;Oops.  Did I say that out loud.  Silly me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-1830966682549194626?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/1830966682549194626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=1830966682549194626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1830966682549194626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1830966682549194626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/08/stolen-from-valerie-because-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-8254503592584531394</id><published>2007-08-15T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T13:44:05.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I've really been slacking on this.  I dunno... guess I suck... lol.  16 more days until I move in... not that I've been counting or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Stef.  That song is Beautiful Disaster by Jon McLaughlin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-8254503592584531394?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/8254503592584531394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=8254503592584531394&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8254503592584531394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8254503592584531394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-ive-really-been-slacking-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-7010472016085424563</id><published>2007-08-10T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T20:48:01.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N16N4xvOjxo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N16N4xvOjxo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I love this song.  Listen to the lyrics closely.  I like them.  Sound like me?  Maybe?  Kinda?  A little?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-7010472016085424563?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/7010472016085424563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=7010472016085424563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7010472016085424563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7010472016085424563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-i-love-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-8539786993314836604</id><published>2007-08-01T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T07:25:34.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wooo Chicago!  Amazing.  Kayla's friends were wonderful.  My time there was definitely short, but way sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Kayla picked me up and then we headed to her place in Madison. The whole reason she was going to Chicago was to drop off a veil that she made for a friend, and it ended up snagging. She had to start it all over again so we chilled (ok. Roasted, her air wasn't working) in her apartment, and finally hit the road at about 6... ending up in Chicago at about 9:30. We met her house group, and they were an amazing bunch of people. Her friend Tricia was super nice, and we talked right away, which isn't an easy thing for me to do. We then went to her friend Emily's apartment to crash... and I think I fell in love. With the apartment I mean. It was an old house with 3 stories, and they lived on the 3rd floor. It was so sweet and little.. and aw.&lt;br /&gt;We woke up about 9 the next morning and Kayla had to finish up the veil. So after a quick stop at Jo-Ann's and a grocery store to pick up some munchies, we headed to Starbucks to get coffee and finish the veil. Mmm I think I'm starting to like coffee. Anyways, we finished the veil. And then I got to experience the L-Train for the first time! That was fun... I ended up doing a lot of waiting for Kayla. She had to take care of some college stuff and some bank stuff. But I got to see where she used to work, and the custom-fit shoe store where I saved her from countless hours of boredom (I would talk to her on MSN when I didn't have class). Then we met up with her ex-boyfriend (I seriously think she was trying to set me up with him, but it's painfully obvious that he still wants her). We floated around lake Michigan for about an hour... then went and got some amazing ice cream, which Larry paid for. Then we had to drive around and find a place to leave the veil, and that took longer than expected.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we were on our way home. We stopped at the Belvedere Oasis and realized that we hadn't taken many pictures, so we figured we better get on that. And we were outside on these tables, at 11 pm taking all these pictures. And a semi driver honked at us, and we were like what the heck? And we realized that he was laughing at us. I'm sure he thought we were drunk!&lt;br /&gt;I learned 2 things. That if I ever decide to move to Chicago, for some strange reason, I'll already have friends there. :) And #2. Don't wear flip flops when you walk all over Downtown Chicago. Can you say Blisters? Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm home, safe and sound, and hopefully planning another trip soon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-8539786993314836604?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/8539786993314836604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=8539786993314836604&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8539786993314836604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8539786993314836604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/08/wooo-chicago-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-6013317067648379639</id><published>2007-07-30T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T07:21:48.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm leaving for Chicago today :)  I'm going with my friend who lived there for about a year, and she just recently moved to Madison.  She wants to go visit some friends, and she has to deliver a veil that she's made.  And since I didn't get the chance to go visit her while she was living down there, she invited me to go along this time.&lt;br /&gt;So I suppose I will have an update when I get home.  Time to finish packing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-6013317067648379639?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/6013317067648379639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=6013317067648379639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/6013317067648379639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/6013317067648379639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-leaving-for-chicago-today-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-9154617292171908347</id><published>2007-07-28T16:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T16:05:45.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to Chicago!  Perhaps Valerie, I will get you a picture of my new hair!  lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-9154617292171908347?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/9154617292171908347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=9154617292171908347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/9154617292171908347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/9154617292171908347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-going-to-chicago-perhaps-valerie-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-4382265024888763304</id><published>2007-07-27T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T16:03:22.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PH9qAGPULk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PH9qAGPULk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard I cried.  Just ask mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-4382265024888763304?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/4382265024888763304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=4382265024888763304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4382265024888763304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4382265024888763304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-laughed-so-hard-i-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-3112995902377085663</id><published>2007-07-25T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T11:38:38.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I get to babysit for a teeny tiny baby tomorrow!  He's about a month old, if that.  The most adorable thing ever.  He's the new baby brother of the other two I babysat for before... And they all look the same, so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new going on really.  Still no life... lol.  Counting down the days until school starts.  Maybe I'll have a cute story to share tomorrow?  I'm such a bad blogger... lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-3112995902377085663?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/3112995902377085663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=3112995902377085663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/3112995902377085663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/3112995902377085663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-get-to-babysit-for-teeny-tiny-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-5684017505865851562</id><published>2007-07-22T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T06:23:49.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soo... I've been a little MIA lately.  But, this is my 100th post!  And pretty soon it'll be a year since  I've started my little college blog.  Reading back on some of the entries... wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was good.  Thanks to all of you who left me birthday wishes!  :)   Had to wait a bit for my present, but I love it!  A new hair straightener.  It's sooo much faster and nicer, and it doesn't fry my hair.  I also dyed my hair.  I took a picture while we were shopping yesterday, so I will have to see how it looks and then upload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Michelle went to Madtown yesterday to go shopping.  Then we hunted down my friend Kayla and her new apartment.  It's so cute!   Makes me want one... but I really don't know if I could live by myself... in that part of town... like she is.&lt;br /&gt;We headed over to Wal-Mart... must have been one of the only non-Super Wal-Marts left!  It was sooo busy.  Then we went to the mall.  I found a new store... &lt;a href="http://www.gordmans.com/"&gt;Gordmans&lt;/a&gt;.  They had really cute stuff, and I got a couple of shirts.  I ended up only buying shirts yesterday... so I could still use some jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah.  It was a long day.  But fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-5684017505865851562?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/5684017505865851562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=5684017505865851562&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5684017505865851562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5684017505865851562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/07/soo.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-4297958984374775956</id><published>2007-07-16T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T10:15:58.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/n1274040040_30013000_2294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/n1274040040_30013000_2294.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Farmkid's Birthday!  Like my tanlines?  Finally, I get some sun!  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/n1274040040_30013001_2933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/allieson1787/n1274040040_30013001_2933.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm cake!  And my sunglasses from Maria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So camping was a ton of fun.  My friends surprised me with a birthday party on Saturday night, and I had no idea.  I got a lot of great presents, but seriously, just spending time with them was a great present :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I turn 20 tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-4297958984374775956?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/4297958984374775956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=4297958984374775956&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4297958984374775956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4297958984374775956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/07/imghttpi160.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-5222199248123162266</id><published>2007-07-07T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T10:17:40.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.  Fewer and fewer posts from Allison.  What can I say, my life is boring.&lt;br /&gt;Next week should be fun though.  Camping ALLLL week.  Monday-Wednesday con mi familia.  Then Wednesday-Friday with some friends from home.  Then, Friday-Sunday my college girlies are coming!  I am soooo excited, I haven't seen any of them since I left school.  So I have a feeling today and tomorrow I will be playing some major phone tag with them to try and figure everything out.  My friend Melanie asked what I wanted for my birthday.  I told her a boyfriend, and she said she would get right on it.  I don't know if I trust her... she said she's got a few guys in  mind for me... lol.&lt;br /&gt;One night me and my friends were looking at each other's Yearbooks.  In my friend Maria's I found a guy wearing a Packer tie.  I was like, it's destiny!  haha... A Packer fan from Minnesota... dad would approve.  Maria said he was cool, but my other friend who went to school said he was a jerk.  So, I'm split.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 days til my birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-5222199248123162266?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/5222199248123162266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=5222199248123162266&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5222199248123162266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5222199248123162266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/07/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-422139221140257272</id><published>2007-06-30T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T10:19:43.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooo.  2 videos in a row.  I'm on a roll man.  But this made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PUZPNpNAyMA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PUZPNpNAyMA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Online-Brad Paisly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-422139221140257272?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/422139221140257272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=422139221140257272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/422139221140257272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/422139221140257272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/06/oooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-5998662206315443385</id><published>2007-06-29T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T19:14:30.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ir6YU53agFc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ir6YU53agFc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-5998662206315443385?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/5998662206315443385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=5998662206315443385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5998662206315443385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5998662206315443385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/06/hahahahahahahahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-745664187383841192</id><published>2007-06-25T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:38:12.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I dyed my hair!  Ok, no big commitment.  As in the stuff that washes out in 6-12 washes.  Guess it really didn't turn out how I had hoped... basically it looks the same, until I go outside... then you can see a slightly red tint.  *sigh*  Maybe red highlights?  Michelle's turned out absolutely adorable, so she's going to make it permanent.  We'll have to go on another roadtrip again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night Isaac decided he wanted to go to Wal-Mart, even though I had been there the night before.  So I said sure, it got me out of the house.  I know what you're thinking, and no, it was not a date.  He's 16 for pete's sake.  No.  And come on, when I have to pay him for gas?  (LOL Valerie!)  And pay for my own supper?  No, it's not a date.  But all I have to say is Mmmmm... Chinese!  I was pretty excited when he wanted to go there.  And dates don't spray you with Axe and make you smell like a boy :(  Oh well.   At least I had some extra &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xz_OMDSTGGw"&gt;Bom Chicka Wah Wah&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-745664187383841192?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/745664187383841192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=745664187383841192&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/745664187383841192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/745664187383841192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-i-dyed-my-hair-ok-no-big-commitment.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-7026566163144688611</id><published>2007-06-22T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T08:31:46.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sooo pumped.  I get to hang out with Michelle this weekened!  Tonight, we're going to make a Wal-Mart run, pretty much just to get out of our houses.  And... look at the hair dye.  Probably stand there for an hour or so and try to decide if we're brave enough.  So we will see... and pictures if I do!&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday we're going to attempt to climb Castle Rock.  Her boyfriend is coming to visit next week, and she wants to take him to it, so we're going to see if we can do it first!  Then I get to meet him, and I have given her so much crap that she has a boyfriend and I haven't met him yet.  And I guess she's trying to find a friend of his to set me up with... but she doesn't approve of some of them... haha.  But yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-7026566163144688611?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/7026566163144688611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=7026566163144688611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7026566163144688611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7026566163144688611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-sooo-pumped.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-2991572487184576166</id><published>2007-06-18T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:25:37.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel mucho better.  After words of wisdom from my friends, and some amazing e-mails from Valerie... I've gotten over it.  Moved on, if you will.  And I am going to get him out of my head.  Ok, maybe I need a bit more time.  But it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no word on the job front.  This is getting mighty frustrating.  And this is why, unless I am GUARANTEED a job at Milprint next summer, I plan on staying in La Crosse.  Maybe I'll be able to find a job I can keep until I graduate.  Maybe even after I graduate.  Heck, by next summer I might even have my mind made up, and I can take some summer courses and grauduate in 4 years.  Sound good?  I'd like to stay the class of '10... be nice to graduate with my friends.  Although.. being a super senior would be pretty sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and as of yesterday... one month and counting until the big 2-0!!  Soo... whatcha gonna get me?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-2991572487184576166?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/2991572487184576166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=2991572487184576166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/2991572487184576166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/2991572487184576166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-feel-mucho-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-8974969317124394357</id><published>2007-06-16T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T10:18:25.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name changed to protect the stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Allison says:&lt;br /&gt;guess i'm kinda confused&lt;br /&gt;N says:&lt;br /&gt;ever heard the term fwb= Friends with benifits&lt;br /&gt;Allison says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;N says:&lt;br /&gt;thts wht i meant by all tht stuff&lt;br /&gt;Allison says:&lt;br /&gt;and that's all you want?&lt;br /&gt;N says:&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID.  Stupid, stupid, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-8974969317124394357?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/8974969317124394357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=8974969317124394357&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8974969317124394357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8974969317124394357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/06/name-changed-to-protect-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-5300103922372199898</id><published>2007-06-15T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T16:10:25.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thought I'd try this... I was tagged by Steff... see if I can get my mind off things (see previous post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTIONS: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://melinor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melanie in Orygun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://queen-of-drama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Queen of Drama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://luv2teach33.blogspot.com/"&gt;These Are the Days...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://steffsinsidelook.blogspot.com/"&gt;An Inside Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allieson1787.blogspot.com"&gt;College&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, select five people to tag: (I'm going to tag because it's part of the instructions and I'm all about following the rules...sorry a fit of giggles over came me!...but if you don't want to do this it's okay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm yeah I don't think 5 people read this, so whoever wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;/strong&gt; Hm.  I would have been 9... about to be 10... so probably pretty damn excited to be in the double digits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing 1 year ago?&lt;/strong&gt;  Just graduated from high school.. getting ready to move away to college.  Working at the Good Sam and hanging out with my friends as much as possible before we all had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Snacks You Enjoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chips &amp; Salsa&lt;br /&gt;Mt. Dew&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;amp;Ms&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;Sunchips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Songs That You Know All The Lyrics To&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face Down- Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;Any song by Relient K&lt;br /&gt;Any song by Hawk Nelson&lt;br /&gt;Allison- Permanent Me&lt;br /&gt;Before He Cheats- Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Things You Would Do If You Were a Millionaire &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build a house.&lt;br /&gt;Pay my tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Travel anywhere but here.&lt;br /&gt;Donate it.  Yeah that's only 4.. I dunno anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Bad Habits &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biting my nails.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Holding grudges.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I don't know what else.&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  Mom would say my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Things You Like To Do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hang out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Write... sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Anything to do with music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Things You Would Never Wear Again &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stirrup pants.&lt;br /&gt;My fat clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Any of my prom dresses.  Except my one from Senior Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Favorite Toys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laptop&lt;br /&gt;Cell Phone (when it stays charged and has minutes!)&lt;br /&gt;TV&lt;br /&gt;Car/Truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I wasn't very good at coming up with 5 things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-5300103922372199898?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/5300103922372199898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=5300103922372199898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5300103922372199898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5300103922372199898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/06/thought-id-try-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-8593480537533696804</id><published>2007-06-15T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:48:11.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boys are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does it hurt this much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-8593480537533696804?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/8593480537533696804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=8593480537533696804&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8593480537533696804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/8593480537533696804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/06/boys-are-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-4266750321738635969</id><published>2007-06-13T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:43:09.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cancer: An amazing offer or deal will come your way today.  Consider your options before you agree, but don't feel guilty about taking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So that was my horoscope for today, and I just saw it.  And today, I got an e-mail from UW-La Crosse saying that my financial aid was ready for next year.  And the one grant that I already received went up by $500.  And I qualified for 2 more grants... I was so happy I almost cried.  There is another loan that I qualified for, although I am considering not taking it, because it is $4000.  But I figured it out... if my tuition stays the same and everything... I'll end up with an extra $880 in my pocket... including my scholarship.  So I guess I will have to be considering my options.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-4266750321738635969?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/4266750321738635969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=4266750321738635969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4266750321738635969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4266750321738635969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/06/cancer-amazing-offer-or-deal-will-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-6672956176759780790</id><published>2007-06-12T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T18:21:05.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well... still on the job hunt (although mom would beg to differ).  I've filled out an application for World of Variety (a convenience store) and I ended up calling the Good Sam (the nursing home where I worked last year).  And no call from the Good Sam.  I suppose they don't want me since I'll work for the summer and quit again, especially since I don't really see myself coming home again next summer.  Ah!  Not come home?  What?  Yeah, dropped that bomb shell to Grandma, and let's just say she got this really sad look on her face and said, "Oh Allie."  Well, am I really supposed to stay at home forever?  I don't think so.  I thought I wanted to come back to Fennimore and teach.  Maybe I won't.  Maybe it is too close to anyone and everyone I've ever known, and I need to get away.&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends who moved to Chicago to go to school for fashion design is moving home.  Well, she's moving to Madison anyways, which is closer!  But she's one who had to get away from Fennimore, so it really makes me think.  I wanted to stay here all my life, that's why I picked La Crosse, I could [fairly] easily make it home in a day, and have most of the weekend.  And be close enough to come home and pray that one of my teachers would retire so I could teach English at my high school.  But maybe now I'm realizing that I need something different.  No, I'm not transferring or going anywhere, I really do love La Crosse and all my friends there.  But... should I stick with an English major?  Am I really the right person to be a teacher?  Sure, everyone tells me that I'm a great people person.  Well duh, that's because I already know you.  I'm TERRIBLY shy around new people.  So shy it almost hurts, and makes everything very awkward.&lt;br /&gt;If I had a wish... it would be that someone would tell me what I'm supposed to do.  Is my life going to turn out ok?  Am I going to get a decent job?  Am I ever going to meet someone?  Will I have a family?  I know... I'm not even 20 yet.  I'm not supposed to ask these kind of questions... but it is really hard not to think about them sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I think that might be a record for longest-blog-by-Allison ever.  For those 3 of you that read this... well 4 I guess... Dad doesn't comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uff da.  I think that sums it all up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-6672956176759780790?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/6672956176759780790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=6672956176759780790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/6672956176759780790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/6672956176759780790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/06/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-1504602558398606489</id><published>2007-06-05T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T08:21:02.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valerie knows me all too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Elaborate on your avatar.  &lt;em&gt;Just a picture of myself that I took when I was bored... the more I look at it the more I don't like it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What's your current relationship status? &lt;em&gt;Single.  And so not loving it.  lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever have a near-death experience? &lt;em&gt;I really don't think so...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the name of the song that's stuck in your head right now? &lt;em&gt;"Girlfriend" by Avril Lavigne.  I think it's an adorable song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Name a celebrity you would marry? &lt;em&gt;Matt Damon :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who will cut and paste this meme first? &lt;em&gt;Mom?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Has anyone ever said you look like a celebrity? &lt;em&gt;Nope.  Although if I ever have a daughter, according to all my friends she's going to look like &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0004893/"&gt;Hallie &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0004893/"&gt;Eisenberg&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. Do you wear a watch? What kind? &lt;em&gt;I usually try to.  It's just a cheap one from Wally World.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have anything pierced? &lt;em&gt;Just my ears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have any tattoos? &lt;em&gt;I want one really bad... but I'm so dang indecisive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you like pain? &lt;em&gt;Does anyone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like to shop?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Sometimes.  I have to be in the mood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The last thing you paid for with cash? &lt;em&gt;Movie ticket... saw "Knocked Up" last night.  Holy f-bomb, Batman.  Think it could have done without some of that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The last thing you paid for with credit card? &lt;em&gt;Used my debit card at Wal-Mart last night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? &lt;em&gt;Mommy.. telling her we missed the 6:50 show so we were going to pick up some college boys and go to the 9:30 show.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is on your desktop background? &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jesusfreakhideout.com/downloads/wallpapers/wallpaper20_800.jpg"&gt;Hawk Nelson&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What was the last movie you watched? &lt;em&gt;Knocked Up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What was the last book you read? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mindfulness by Helen Langer.  Don't know what it had to do with my English class, but it wasn't bad.  Also read A Whole New Mind by Daniel Pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-1504602558398606489?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/1504602558398606489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=1504602558398606489&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1504602558398606489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1504602558398606489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/06/valerie-knows-me-all-too-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-1825823338462337875</id><published>2007-06-03T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:05:45.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who knew graduation parties would be so awkward?  I couldn't even carry on a 5 minute conversation with the people that I talked to everyday last year.  Even seeing one of my best friends... it was just... so... sad?  And then my best friend in the whole wide world, I never see her at all anymore.  We went to school in the same town, she went to a private university.  We didn't get to see each other at all 2nd semester, being only about a 10 minute walk away.  I guess we just got busy... but I started staying up later just so we could talk.  And I've seen her once since we've both moved home... she's turned into a workaholic.  I'm even considering going back to the Good Sam, where she works as a CNA, just so I can see her more... I miss her like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad that I get insanely jealous of all these couples around me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-1825823338462337875?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/1825823338462337875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=1825823338462337875&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1825823338462337875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/1825823338462337875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-knew-graduation-parties-would-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-4023618792193679908</id><published>2007-06-02T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:10:45.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight's graduation.  I really can't believe it's been a year since I've graduated.  Yeah, yeah, I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; a year, but it seems like so much has happened since then.  Making new friends... making it through my freshman year... it's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is $118 too much to spend on a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Farouk-CHI-GF1539-Ceramic-Straightener/dp/B0009V1YS2/ref=pd_bbs_sr_5/104-5121405-9124711?ie=UTF8&amp;s=hpc&amp;amp;qid=1180822005&amp;sr=8-5"&gt;Flat Iron&lt;/a&gt;?  I dunno.  My curly hair is ok... I like it sometimes... it's just that I really like my hair when it's straight.  And it takes forever to do it... and I get ticked off at it and give up halfway through... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes.  I need to quit complaining about such stupid stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-4023618792193679908?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/4023618792193679908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=4023618792193679908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4023618792193679908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/4023618792193679908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/06/tonights-graduation.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-7548432376866867340</id><published>2007-05-26T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T13:03:51.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, babysitting.  I love kids, I really do.  The oldest is 3, and let me just say, he loves TV.  The 2 year old could care less, and usually keeps me busy wanting to play.  Well yesterday, the TV was on, of course, and a Red Robin commercial comes on.  He came up to me and started saying, "Blue! Blue!  Blue!"  And for the life of me I could not figure out why.  Then I watched the rest of the commercial and it's the one where the man tries to eat the burger and is sprayed in the face with blue paint.  Ah yes, someone does watch a bit too much TV.  I tried to turn it off as much as possible to get him to play, but he does throw quite a fit.  And it is pretty cute when he sings along with the shows.&lt;br /&gt;Then their mom told me I could make pizza for lunch.  When I asked the boys if they wanted pizza for lunch they both said, "ZITZZA!   YUM!"  They very nicely pointed out where I had to go to get the pizza, then proceeded to repeat "yum" over and over again while it was cooking.  Then when it was (finally) done and cool, the oldest followed every bite with, "YUM, Zitzza!  Mmmmm."  It was the funniest thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I have a cute story to share! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great Memorial Day weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-7548432376866867340?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/7548432376866867340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=7548432376866867340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7548432376866867340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/7548432376866867340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/05/ah-babysitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33852852.post-5990432681062968421</id><published>2007-05-21T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T17:53:08.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes!  My GPA is in... and I got a 3.02 for the semester!  Which brought me up to a 2.85!  Which means... Allison can apply for the school of education!  Ah... I really hope this is what I'm supposed to be doing... I wish I could make up my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I babysat for our neighbors today, and I get to babysit for them again on Friday.  2 adorable boys, 2 and 3.  Makes me want a baby.  No, not right now!  I can wait :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33852852-5990432681062968421?l=allieson1787.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/feeds/5990432681062968421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33852852&amp;postID=5990432681062968421&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5990432681062968421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33852852/posts/default/5990432681062968421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieson1787.blogspot.com/2007/05/yes-my-gpa-is-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14815372920201598391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC12oE-DgMA/TIseuAzg-oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QoBybRHobDQ/S220/32578_630971396835_73409991_37037287_6526290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
