Let's write a novel.

One part of The Perks of Being a Wallflower that I am especially partial to is the part where he's driving in the car with his new friends.

"There is a feeling that I had Friday night after the homecoming game that I don't know if I will ever be able to describe except to say that it is warm. Sam and Patrick drove me to the party thta night, and I sat in the middle of Sam's pickup truck. Sam loves her pickup truck because I think it reminds her of her dad. The feeling I had happened when Sam told Patrick to find a station on the radio. And he kept getting commercials. And commercials. And a really bad song about love that had the word "baby" in it. And the more commercials. And finally he found this really amazing song about this boy, and we all got quiet.

Sam tapped her hand on the steering wheel. Patrick held his hand outside the care and made air waves. And I just sat between them. After the song finished, I said something.

"I feel infinite."

And Sam and Patrick looked at me like I said the greatest thing they ever heard. Because the song was that great and because we all really paid attention to it. Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spent, and we felt young in a good way. I have since bought the record, and I would tell you what it was, but truthfully, it's not the same unless you're driving to your first real party, and you're sitting in the middle seat of a pickup with two nice people when it starts to rain."

Anyway, this section very much reminds me of the lyrics to Death Cab for Cutie's Passenger Seat. I mean, we definitely all know the feeling, right?

"I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe in
The darkest country road
And the strong scent of evergreen
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

Then looking upwards
I strain my eyes and try
To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

"Do they collide?"
I ask and you smile.
With my feet on the dash
The world doesn't matter.

When you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride
When you need directions then I'll be the guide
For all time.
For all time."

ANYWAY, Halloween was fun.

I was a mostly modest cheetah.

Thank God for turning the clocks back, although.. it hardly helped when i rolled out of bed to go to church. But now, I must write about Skylar. She collects kitchen appliances.

Packers vs. Vikings today. I get my head bitten off in this darnned Minnesota for being from Wisconsin. Today is definitely no exception.

Rad: Writing. Where the Wild Things Are. No more skanky costumes.

Unrad: I honestly can't think of anything right now. 'Tis a good good day.

Doo bee doo.

AllysonKate

Patience, young grasshopper.

"Tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together."
"Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future,

Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures"

- Nothing Better

I love appreciating lyrics from a song you've heard dozens of times, but never really listened to.

You know what I need to do? Write my novel outline. Like crazy. Crazy crazy. I've decided to go the youth route. Well, kind of. In Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, the main character is 9 I think, yet it's definitely not a book for kids. It's not like my book is going to have inappropriate content, the dialogue and insight is just going to be a bit more mature. I suppose. We'll see. It's a 8 (well maybe 9, or ten...) year old girl. She collects kitchen appliances.

I have friends doing it as well now, so this is good. Keep me in line, people.

I think I'm becoming a stronger person. Huzzah!

This maybe be also detrimental to my emotional health though. I'm not as emotionally stable. I cry sometimes. Crazy!! What does this mean? That my life has finally gone through a great period of suckage? Perhaps, young grasshopper. Perhaps.

I KNOW HOW TO DRIVE STICK! Mostly... kind of... Huzzah! =]]

Okay. I'm going to get ready now.

I hope you're happy, because I much rather have you be happy than I.

Friday night didn't seem to fare well with many...

Goodbye world. See you later.

Rad: Skype. Unlimited nights and weekend minutes. Carrots. Melodicas!

Unrad: Lack of motivation. Boys.

Popular Warrior Babies

Capturing laughter in a photograph is rarely attractive. Have you ever liked a picture someone has taken of you laughing? It's usually not the most attractive of facial positions via photograph.

Yet, in person, laughter is a beautifully attractive trait.

Unless you sound like a stampede of elephants. This, my friends, is obnoxious.

Anyway, the weekend was lovely. On the way back to MN, we definitely found the Our Lady of Guadeloupe Shrine. It took us over half an hour out of the way, and it was closed.... but it was so worth it. We stopped at a BP for gas, and the gas station had a few knick knacks available for purchase. Most of it was cheap touristy stuff that no one really buys... but there was one empty display labeled, "Warrior Babies."

Apparently, Warrior Babies are a popular item. I can understand this.

I would probably like a warrior baby of my own.

I've come to the conclusion that I really do avoid large social activity situations more often than not. I used to think it was just a once-in-a-while thing, and I was only choosing to be anti-social for that night. I now believe this is false. I enjoy being anti-social on many occasions.

At the wedding, I got asked if something was wrong on a couple occasions. Nothing was wrong at all, except for a slight headache. There were just too many people for me to feel as though I could be myself. So I was generally quite quiet the entire night. Is this normal?

Perhaps.

Okay. Got to get to class.

Luuuuurrrrve you. =]

Starting Fresh

There's something about starting fresh that is simply exhilarating. I'm moving away from my old blog, because I want this to be real. I want this to be read (hopefully), to be genuinely regular, and to reflect the college life Allyson. My old blog was random, sporadic, and old. I'll copy and paste my new blog posts from college in this post, just so they're on here as well. I'll keep my old blog for future personal reference, but I like the idea of this one much much better.

My immune system has finally surrendered to it's first college bug. I have a cold just in time for a few mid-terms, a speech, a test for admission into my major, and a novel in the works. =]

I think a runny nose and a pessimistic attitude are virally connected. I am attempting to disconnect this string of evil. Coffee is currently helping.

So. NaNoWriMo. Do it with me please? Pretty pretty please? Yes, I know you don't have time. I don't either. That's the fun of it. There's a group of NaNoWriMoer's here on campus. This is SO exciting. I actually get to participate in write-in's with OTHER PEOPLE. This was never possible in Manty. Except with Katie, but we failed. Meh.

I don't want to make this too long, because below is my first blog entiry from college from my old blog. Enjoy...?

See you soon, shiny new blog. =]]

allysonkate;;

COLLEGE.

Holy Flipping Fantastic.

I love college. Let me start with move-in day.

Going in, I was fully prepared for the fact that I was in what was known as the crappiest dorm on campus. But it's SO false. THE CLOSET SPACE is AMPLE! I thought I had wayy too many clothes, and yet it is not a problem at all. Also, our tenth floor view is GORGEOUS. I'm so excited to see miles of fall colored leaves and snowcapped treetops. Plus, being right above the practice football fields can't be a bad thing, right? ;]]

Anyway, I the activities planned for the first day were not very 'I don't know anyone, so lets sit, mix, and have a conversation about life'. So I stayed in my dorm that night while others grinded on the dance floor. This is okay.

Friday I bought the items that I should have brought along, but forgot. My parents and I went out for lunch before leaving. I did get teary-eyed, but managed to hold in together quite well.

It's a weird feeling... going from feeling infinite walking through campus alone i-pod and cell in hand, to saying goodbye to your parents for real while they leave you with no stable friends at your side.

I quickly found a group of five other girls that my roommate hung out with that day. We've been hanging out ever since. I think only two-three of the girls I actually feel like I want to have as stable friends, but it's nice to be part of a group already. That night we sang karaoke, talked, got intived to (and denied) our very first frat party, and attempted to stargaze.

That day my roommate told me to meet them at the ice cream social the LBTG was having. I went over to claim my free ice cream, and a woman told me it just ended. A friendly boy was observing, so he handed me a button that said 'I love my queer friends' in consolation. hahaha

Today, Saturday, was so amazing. We wandered the entirety of TEN guy floors making friends. We were serenaded by a boy named mikey. Ironically, he reminded me of Mikey from Recess. Anyway, then on the way to bowling, there was a man standing with an open Pepsi machine just handing out soda. Soda in hand, we went and bowled a game for free. Then we headed to the hypnotist, followed by another round of bowling.

I went on ratemyprofessors.com, and my ENG composition teacher is listed as 'hot'. One commenter says he has piercing, wears jerseys, swears, and has half an hour classes that are supposed to be an hour 45.

I think i like it here. =]]

I love life.

Church tomorrow.

lovealways;;

allysonkate