I Enjoy Having Jesus Born Every Year.

Chirstmas season and I are quickly becoming reacquainted. I am aware that the title of this blog and the large illuminated castle send conflicting messages, and for that I am sorry. I do love the true meaning of Christmas more than anything. This picture is just PRETTY and SPARKLY.

Cinderella's castle is already one of the most idealistically magical structures on earth. Then you lather is with Christmas lights, and it's becomes the most beautiful lie you may ever lay your eyes on.

Yes, it may be completely unrealistic for young girls (in age and at heart) to gaze upon this symbol of a dazzling life they can only dream about. Yet, it's all in the beauty of uniting with other young girls who have this same unrealistic fantasy that takes them away from the unpleasant factors of reality... if only for a second.

I approve, Walt Disney. I approve. Now please make your Disney princess Snuggies in adult sizes as well. Because, frankly, I will like Disney princess' and snuggling until the day I die.

Moving on.

Star Trek= GOOD.

The Men Who Stare at Goats = meh.

Why am I so hungry today? This makes no sense. I was in a car practically all day, and have eaten the appropriate amount of calories for a girl my age/weight. It is nearly Christmas, though. So I shall forgive my ridiculously high metabolism for now.

I am going to read a lot on break. If there are any books you would recommend, let me know. Please. I'm planning on covering a lot of Sylvia Plath's journals. I am excited, yet also quite frightened at this. Sylvia Plath is brilliant, yet this brilliance among other things drove her to suicide shortly after she finished this journal, and The Bell Jar. Which, I don't know if I ever will be insane enough to read. I don't want to be exposed to such possible insanity. Anyway, then I will take a light break with some Sarah Dessen that I've been meaning to read. After that I want to go to the Hunger Games and the second one in the series, Catching Fire. I seem to be the only one in the young adult literary world not to have read those yet. Just wait for me, educated discussions on the series. I will catch up.

Other possibilties:

Captivating (STILL haven't read it. Bad Allyson. Bad)

Franney and Zooey

Going Bovine

Time Traveler's Wife

Okay. I must go write a personal narrative now. I shall talk to you soon.

Rad: Christmas music. The men controlling the Enterprise.

Unrad: Merging in rush hour traffic.

Allyson doesn't like Emergency Rooms.

I almost went an entire week without blogging! This is horrible! Never Again.

Okay, first order of business: I started listening to Christmas music Friday night. More specifically this album and this album. David Archuleta's Christmas cd is SO fantastic. I recommend it. I lasted pretty long without Christmas music, though. Didn't I? Only what... four days until it could technically be 'ok' to listen to it? I'd say that's pretty dec.

This week was CRAZY INSANE BUSY. Not with schoolwork, with other stuff. Particularly long after the sun had set. The pique of this busy week was with the two consecutive nights we traveled to the E.R.

Trip One:

Stacy and I were at a lounge/bar for her choir's solo night event. One of our friends (our ride there) collapsed, largely because of an allergic reaction she had. She was taken away in the ambulance. Stacy was quite too flustered to drive, so I drove our friends car to the E.R. We were basically her guardians for those hours at the E.R. These few hours were very stressful and flustering. By the time she was released, I think they diagnosed it as dehydration and unknown abdominal pains.

This was already my busiest night in a long time, even before the E.R. was thrown into the mix.

Approximately 26 hours later, I crawled in bed at 2:30 AM, ready to get a good nights sleep. About an hour later, I woke up and Stacy was still curled up in a ball and said, "Carmen's taking me to the E.R."

So much for a good nights sleep.

We were at the E.R. from 3:30 to 5:30 AM. This time could have been cut in HALF if they were more efficient there. Goodness. Stacy's quite alright though, don't worry. Except for the fact that a bowling ball dropped on her toe last night. :(

I'm excited to go home for Thanksgiving. Very much. But, I'm not as excited to go home for an entire month of winter break. I miss home, but as soon as I'm home I'm going to miss here. I've been told this is greener grass syndrome? I've also been told this would happen. You win, natural course of life. It's happening.

Also, I just saw Up for the first time. Why didn't anyone tell me how simply adorable this movie was?! SO good. You should watch it right now. I'll leave a link or two for you to enjoy.

Rad: Care packages. Laser Tag.

Unrad: Watching the classes you want to take fill up.

Accio Blog.

"After all this time?"

"Always," said Snape.

This photograph was taken the first day Dan Radcliffe and Rupert Grint were ever on set together, way back during the filming of The Philosopher's Stone.

If this picture doesn't make you smile, I may or may not question the occupancy of a heart in your body.

With New Moon coming into theaters this friday, I figured it was again time to outwardly exhibit my love and respect for the Harry Potter series. Although Edward's daft personality may be dominating the young adult world as of late, Harry Potter will outlast Twilight. I guarantee.

So, we must all be patient and wait for the general public to realize that Edward Cullen has no personality. I shall be patient.

"But Allyson, I recall you standing in line for the midnight release of Twilight... you are SUCH a hypocrite."

This is true. I even have a copy of Twilight here on my shelf at college. When I read Twilight for the first time nearly four years ago, I loved it. LOVED it. I was a sophomore in high school and hopelessly in love with Edward Cullen. However, as grew up while reading the series, I realized that the writing was growing increasingly worse and Edward was not a developed character even after 3 whole books.

I even bought the fourth book with much excitement before it was supposed to be on the shelves. I didn't finish it. I wanted to chuck it at the wall soon after the first page, but I stuck it out until the middle before I JUST couldn't take it. I hear the ending isn't good, anyway.

I have the first book with me because I haven't read it since my sophomore year of high school. I guarantee I will be reading it with a completely different mindset.

But, I will willingly admit they are entertaining books at first. Just very much not quality. After one read, they quickly become a joke. The AWFUL acting in the movies just adds fuel to the joke fire. Holy man. =D

I am happy for Stephanie Meyer though. It makes me happy when young adult authors become successful. I also will admit that anytime an author writes a book or series that gets millions excited about reading, it's definitely an awesome thing.

Anyway. I enjoy Harry Potter along with its well developed characters and sensible plots. A lot.

Enjoy the release of New Moon, Twilighters. You have my blessing for the time being.

Rad: Luna Lovegood. And the those fantastic spectrespecs.

Unrad: Edward Cullen's absusive hold on Bella.

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My eye is simply a prettier color now.

Yesterday I woke up with what felt a tiny piece of something in my eye, causing opening my eye nearly impossible because I would start to excessively blink trying to get it out.

So, no biggie. I figured it would come out shortly. It didn't. I flushed my eye out with water, put a warm washcloth on my eye for a few hours, and had people look inside it. Nothing. No better. I figured the redness was from irritation caused my my rubbing it and the washcloth.

Well, midafternoon it didn't look good and it still felt like there was an object in it. I figured it might be a scratch.

My friend has been sick for a while, so she needed to stop my the clinic on campus. I went with her, hoping to get checked out too. They couldn't get us in until tomorrow (today). This wasn't going to work. I couldn't open my eye, and my eyelid was puffing by the minute.

So, we went to a walk-in clinic in town. She checked for scratches or any small pieces of something in my eye. Absolutely nothing. Yet, there was clearly something wrong. She gave me antibacterial eye drops and told me she was going to treat it as Conjunctivitis.I assumed this was a word for some general bacterial infection, no biggie. I thought for a split

second about asking what that meant, but I didn't want to reveal my ignorance. So, I hoped out of the chair

with all my specific directions mentally in check, assuming I had a bacterial infection.

Naturally, I started letting people know it was nothing really.

However, I came back and told my microbiology roomie I had Conjunctivitis.

She said, "Oh pink eye?"

Knowing that she knows an excessive amount about bacteria, I was a bit caught off-guard at this diagnosis.

"Well... umm.... are they they same thing?" I replied, slightly freaking out inside.

"Yeah, Conjunctivitis is pink eye."

Alas, I have pink eye.

So, I'm wearing my glasses for 10 days, have eye drops for 10 days, threw my makeup away (but it's an excuse

to get new mascara!), and washed everything that came in contact with my eye yesterday. Oh so fun.

Except, there's no 'goo'ing whatsoever. So, that's nice.

You know what I want? A Starbucks holiday cup. I haven't even gotten one yet. Does Caribou have holiday cups?

Hmm... perhaps I'll just have to check out both, I mean if I HAVE to. This is okay, i SUPPOSE. =]]

Three weeks of classes before winter break! Then I get to see you. And you. And your mother, and your friend.

All of the above.

Which reminds me. There's a song on the radio called All The Above. The first time I heard it I was in the car with

Rachel. I asked her what she thought they were saying in the refrain. She tried to understand, but she failed to

decipher the inaudible poplike rap. I replied that it sounded like they were saying All The Above, over and over

again in the refrain. She quickly brushed off this idea as ridiculous.

Who would just say 'All The Above' in the refrain?

I agreed, not knowing what else it could be that they were happily chanting.

I was right, though. =]]

Rad: Redbox

Unrad: The abnormal size of my eyelid.

(Sorry for the horrible formatting in this blog, the image messed it up for some reason)

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Winter. Winter.

Today I was reminded of my odd fascination with famous last words. I looked over some of the ones I gave in my speech last year completely about famous last words, and they made me laugh yet again.

"I've had 18 straight whiskeys, I think that's the record." - Dylan Thomas (poet)

"Either this wallpaper goes, or I do." - Oscar Wilde

When told he was going to die, Lope de Vega said, "Alright then, I'll say it: Dante makes me sick."

One of my personal favorites...

"MOOSE... INDIAN..." Henry David Thoreau

General John Cedric, a civil war general was in battle when he said, "They couldn't hit an elephant at this dist... "

"Am I dying, or is it my birthday?" Lady Nancy Astor

"I am about to -- or I am going to -- die: either expression is correct." Dominique Bouhours, French grammarian (I find this funny, but maybe it's just because it's something I would do...)

"Go away... I'm alright" H.G. Wells

"Good bye. Why am I hemorraging?" Boris Parternak (writer)

"Do you think it was the sausage?" Paul Claudel (writer)

....and I could go on. I like them. It's probably my favorite speech I have ever given.

My fascination started after I read John Green's Looking for Alaska, in which the main character was a bit of a last word genius. He knew hundreds.

You know what I love? Living in a dorm when it comes to shared iTunes playlists. When I need a break from pandora, I always have at least ten people's iTunes playlists on my fingertips. However, this has also caused me to believe I've found myself potentially very good friends. I mean, you can tell quite a bit about a person from their music taste. This is all I know about these people, but I already can tell which ones I get along with more. For the most case. I'm not being judgmental, just... does this make sense?

If all goes well, I'll be in Choir, Band, Intro to Lit (focusing entirely on Harry Potter!), and Intro to creative writing next semester. (Well, and bio and some form of math, but we'll just overlook those for now) Those four classes make me very very very quite excited. I almost want to sign up for one of the creative writing night classes that goes from 6-9:45. SO long, I know... but I think this would be fun.

Anywhovillers.

Rad: Ugly Holiday Sweaters. Probably this movie.

Unrad: Losing your chapstick countless times a day.

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Moving Onward.

We mustn't be so serious. Therefore, I am doing a 180 from the last blog, and being quite ridiculous for this one. It's only necessary. One may begin to think I am overly emotional. What a fallacy.

I love very many things about this photograph. Her shorts (which I envy), her rollerblades, her tights, her bracelets, the ridiculous position she's in, her facial expression, the color palate, and most definitely her location.

This is basically my mood after a long day of wallowing in thought. I get in an unusually good mood. Almost... bipolar, you may say.

Just kidding, dear readers.

Things to say, but no eloquent long way of saying them so i will put them in convenient bilingual list form:

Uno - Don't bother with strawberry daiquiri Sobe. No good.

Dos - I know my exact room and exact roommate for next year. I'm undoubtedly excited to be in the nicest dorms on campus.

Tres - I am banning myself from facebook today. I've already wanted to post like three different statuses. Even one about banning myself from facebook. Alas, I cannot.

Cuatro - I bought eggnog for the first time of the season. It's my first personal hint of the holidays. I still remain able to fight the Christmas music urge, however strong it may be increasing.

Cinco - 17 days until I see my best friend/soulmate for the first time in 3 months. No big deal.

I wonder if I am a horrible person. Perhaps. I shall pray.

This was a short, rather pointless blog, but I feel like it was needed to push the last one down the page. I don't want that one hogging the prominent blog space for longer than necessary.

Rad: Taylor Swift on SNL. More specifically her monologue, Shakira impression, and Twilight parody.

Unrad: EW. Who does he think he is? Michael Jackson? I always knew I had a reason for liking Mark Mcgwire more back in the day.

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Eleven Eight

Life experiences. What do I have to say about them? Not much.

But...

I have them. Especially today.

I don't think my mind has fully settled to step back and view this day from a third person point of view. This is important... looking at your decisions (or lack thereof) from a third person's point of view. As if they were happening to someone else. It's very dangerous to make decisions when you have emotions trying to creep into your logic and screw it for all it's worth. Third person. Step back and take a look. SO hard to do.

I feel I am still on the roller coaster, but I'm quite close to getting off for good. My body was just thrown and jerked all the way down from a steep drop until it ended with a thud, before the smooth sailing to the end arrived. It still hasn't.

Today is November 8th, 2009.

I am eighteeen.

I am wearing a red long sleeve shirt, my payless flower flats, Charlotte Russe necklace, my ring that reminds me of the crown of thorns, Vigoss jeans, glasses, and my hair is straight.

Bollocks.

I am behind on my novel, because all of my emotional creative juices were stuffed into one compartment, and I cannot find my way back into the necessary compartments. Not my fault.

Not my fault is what I wish I could say, and what I have convinced myself to believe. So let me be, please.

Life experiences. I still have nothing quite insightful to say on the topic, except for the fact that I am glad for them. Good and bad. Stupid and smart. I used to learn often by observing other people make mistakes, and following their examples. I've just begun to make more of the mistakes myself, and I am thankful for this as well. God is teaching me from a more direct perspective, and giving me the ability to relate to people on topics at a more personal, relatable level. However wonderfully frustrating the mistake.

I apologize if you may be reading this and have no idea what I am talking about. If you do, thank you for your honest friendship. If you don't, ask me about it sometime. Perhaps I share with you the story.

Well, goodbye November 8th, 2009.

You will be remembered.

Rad: The girls I talked with today. You're special, I hope you know that. Thank you.

Unrad: A certain gender. Take a wild guess on which it is.

There is nothing you can do that could make me love you less. - Nooma Episode 10

I think you are just so pleasant.

Aaron Yoo was in the movie we watched last night (21). Needless to say, I a slight field day. Don't worry though, I quickly educated everyone in the room on how they are indeed two different actors.

Anyway, I like variables. Yet, however great, however exciting your variables in life may be... you always end up coming back to the constants. I'm highly enjoying a plethera of variables right now, but I'm ready for a few days to be surrounded by constants.

Novel Update? Well, I'm behind, but it's going well. Yesterday was the first day I was simply swimming with the thoughts and emotions within my protagonist. I could feel her, and she was letting herself do the developing. It was so refreshing to let the words flow from within her, rather than within me. Yesterday I also discovered that my antagonist was internal. I'm not sure if it will be solely internal, but my protagonist has much more internal conflict than I had originally planned. This is good, I feel as though it's adding a lot of depth... even seriousness to my entire story.

"Dillan had no idea what she was doing. To him, it seemed like she was searching for something in his eyes. Like she was searching for something deep inside. He became entirely self conscious and blinked at this realization. It felt like he was giving something away...some deep secret. He didn’t dare comment on this silence, in fear of offending the seemingly fragile little sister of his good friend. He didn’t know what he had gotten himself into, but he knew that this wasn’t going to be the last of his memories with this girl.

Sky broke the silence and her eye contact with Dillan’s oddly mesmerizing sea blue eyes. Sky glanced at her mother, then at Dillan, and then at her mother again.

“I…I… don’t know yet.” Skylar responded to her mother, obviously befuddled."

I missed ALL my shows this week. Thank God for online episodes.

I need to start going to bed before 3-4 AM. This is my goal for next week.

Rad: A cheap bowling alley, chick-fil-a, taco bell, cafe, and wells fargo on campus.

Unrad: THIS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Reality is a BUZZin', BLOOMin' world of PARticularsz." - William James.

(The famous one, not my 2 year old nephew)

You're in my prayers darling;;;

My apologies Aaron and Leonardo.

Last weekend my friends and I watched a movie that critics have called, "The worst movie ever made." This is is quite possibly a true statement. I'm sure some of you have seen it, or at least heard of it. It was The Perfect Score. My friend went thrifting for his halloween costume, and needed to pay with his debit card. His purchase was under five bucks, so he needed to buy something else too. Hense, The Perfect Score.

Has anyone else seen it? I mean... it's certainly not good.

Especially since whats his face basketball player was only in it because he was injured, couldn't play pro ball, and his 'people' put him in movies to promote him.

It didn't work.

However, Scarlett Johanson was in it. That was surprising. So was the Asian dude who is in EVERYTHING but never as the leading character, and no one knows his name. Do you know who I'm talking about? He's in Disturbia, He's Just not that Into You, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2, Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist... yeah. That kid. He just shows up EVERYWHERE. Lemme look him up quick...

Aaron Yoo? Wait a minute... Aaron you was in Disturbia and Nick and Norah's... then who's the other guy? His twin?

Leonardo Nam was the guy in Sisterhood, He's Just No That Into You, and The Perfect Score.

Wow. This is a large revelation. I thought two different Asian men were one Asian man. I'm sorry. I like you, you are both very talented men. I even went to one of your countries once.

Okay, I have to go eat quick before the presentation I'm going to tonight. It's the second in a a three series thing this week about scientific evidence for creation, and proving Darwin wrong. I'm excited.

Rad: Intro to Lit classes entirely about Harry Potter

Unrad: Worrying about being able to get into that class!!!!!!!

Peace out, boy scout. I hope this blog was more exciting for some... *cough* Matti *cough*

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