Errday I'm Shufflin'... to Mozart.

  Happy in Bb by Johnny Stimson


So many stories to share. So little time. Just kidding. I have time. Lucky for all!
These last couple of weeks have been amazing. Summer has certainly gone out with a bang, pop, kaBOOM.

Just good, solid, hilarious fun with friends. Mix that with shopping, coffee, possibly illegal stargazing*, and Indian accents and you've got a happy Allyson. Expectations finally became reality for summer.

I move to Chicago in 2 days. I'm pretty sure. Maybe three. We'll see.

I got this new beast of a smartphone... the HTC Evo. I like it, but I have probably utilized 5% of it's functions so far. So much technology. I just synced my iCal with my Google Calender which syncs with my phone calender. I can't even begin to comprehend... Anyway, it's weird having a nice phone. I mean, I can't drop it down three flights of stairs and know that it'll still be okay. #woes

Okay, a new work story. This one is a personal favorite.

It was a long long night, and my first time having the whole bar to myself the whole night. There were a few guys rather aggressive in trying to get me to dance, and I would politely respond with a "Sorry, I can't!" But this one guy, oh gosh. He would not leave his seat at the bar for hoours. Cooonstantly urging me to dance. I was polite for a long time, because he was a nice guy... he really was. But finally I had to start ignoring him completely, because, well... I was working, and frankly he was becoming a pain in the butt. Finally when he asked what I liked dancing to I said "Mozart." to shut him up.





FIVE MINUTES LATER THE DJ WAS PLAYING A MOZART SYMPHONY.

He got the dj to download freaking Mozart.
Face. Palm.
The dance floor was empty while this symphony was blasted in it's entirety. Just "for me."
The next song he grabbed a microphone and sang a love song to me.
Long. Long. Long. Night.

Okay. Must pack. Updates soon, hope all your moves/transitions are going smoothly. Thinking of you all. :]


Clever Lyrics of the Day: "All black kettles and black pots seem to fight an awful lot, and make the kitchen the most uncomfortable of rooms."


*All the parks were closed, but my friend took me to this isolated baseball field (because he's a pitcher and we both love love baseball) surrounded by woods. It was picture perfect and SO MUCH FUN, but I think I stopped breathing every time I hear a car passing in the distance.

DWBW

Want to know something fantastic?
Today, I bought an old polaroid at an estate sale that worked like new for $3.50 at an estate sale.

Want to know something less than fantastic?
Film packs of ten are all expired and over $50. They stopped making them.

Sometimes I wish I would get less excitable about things. It would make the crash and burn a lot less painful. Sigh. I guess this dream...

...will have to be put on hold and compartmentalized into the "less than realistic" dreaming area of my brain. Right next to marrying fictional characters and winning a lifetime supply of Nutella.

Last night was an exhausting blast. I got to bartend by myself for 8 hours and hang out with my friends at the same time. The whole, serving alcohol to my high school teachers was weird, but the whole "we know the bartender so we'll tip her more" thing was great. I even only accidentally flirted once. And I promise it was an accident. It was supposed to be a shoot down. Apparently my shoot downs aren't as harsh as they sound in my brain. Either that or they sound more like challenges.

But, it was my first night staying until the end of the wedding, so I got to experience the drunken wedding bar whining (DWBW) first hand.

After being a bit sassy to this one lad who was certainly keeping me entertained, but whom I was consciously not giving too much attention to, he sat there during a lull just whining my ear off with less than flattering intoxicated words.

"Allyson, why do you hate me?"
"Allyson, why do all the pretty bartenders hate me?"
"Allyson, why do all the pretty GIRLS hate me?!"
Act flattered and half ignore. Key strategy. Currently mastering.
Well, he tipped well. 

Then there was the guy who promised me he was a really good kisser and that I should let this be his form of payment. I told him it would not be worth four dollars. He took the hint.
Well, he tipped well.

Then I got spit in the face with Spotted Cow by a man named Mario.
Well, he tipped well.


Also, someone offered to buy me a drink. Does this happen? Do people really offer to buy bartenders drinks? Offer to bring me a piece of cake or some coffee, and we'll talk.

Updates:
Vegetarianism? Going well. Not too hard, but nothing life changing here.
Package? Not here. But, there's NO POST ON SUNDAYS!

I'm Needy

You know what I wish?

Let me tell you what I wish.

I wish that there was a way to track all the mail that was currently being sent to you. Kind of like when you track packages you order online...but this would be tracking stuff other people are sending you. Sure, it takes a bit of the surprise element away.... but I think I'm getting a package from someone right now, and I am scared to get too excited. Especially since it may be a few weeks.

And the hypothetical sender is being all ambiguous and such. But this is a Threadless shirt I've wanted for almost a year now. Patience. I have none. I have none of the patience.

Would this break all kinds of laws? I don't know. Frankly, I don't care. Dreams. I have them. I have all of the dreams.

"Then once you've got that dream in mind please dream a million more

And not a million quiet dreams... A million dreams that ROAR!

A million dreams so loud they scream, so loud they sing and shout!

So super huge they say 'Hey world! Guess what I'm dreamin' about!'

'I'm dreaming about everything that no one thought to wonder...

Dreams so big that they've got dreams and they've got dreams up under!' "

"An Awesome Book" by Dallas Clayton. 

No More Bacon

"Bacon, bacon. bacon, bacon, bacon."

- The Bacon Song

Vegetarianism.

Sure it has it's appeal, but let's be honest. I love brats. I love bacon. I love cheeseburgers.
I'm sure we all know a handful of vegetarians, and I'm sure you've all thought about it at one time or another, but personally, I've just never cared enough to try it.

Sure, I had my "go-to" reasons:
1) Don't want to inconvenience people.
2) Won't get enough protein.
3) Don't have time.

And I know, any vegetarian is more than prepared to spit back a counter argument for each of these points. But I always bring myself back to my love for brats.

Last night I was catching up with one of my high school friends and I learned that he had become a vegetarian a few months ago. He was going on and on about the benefits and how great he felt, and I was excited for him, too. Until he told me to try it. Again. And again. And again. He knows if you poke me enough, I can't say no to a personal challenge.

"Two weeks. Just two weeks, Allyson, and I promise you'll love it."

So, friends, today is day one. From now until August 23, I am a vegetarian.


I've already stocked up on beans, hummus, nuts, veggies, and fruit... so I should be good. For now. We'll see. This is what I get for making fun of all those PETA e-mails.

Call me naive, but I absolutely have no intentions of sticking with this after the two weeks are up. This is how I feel on day one.

Have you ever considered going vegetarian? Why?
Any vegetarians out there with meal suggestions?

Meow

Dear Future Husband,

If I come off a roller coaster crying, this does not mean that I hated it. Rides make my eyes water. Often, excessively. This is the only time I will not want you to hold me while I am crying. Got that?

Here are some things I should write.

On things:

Go see Crazy Stupid Love.
I got a copper tea kettle.
My shoulder is burnt to a crisp.
I break a lot of wine bottle corks.
I got a pickle hat at the state fair.
I cried for three straight days in July because of fear and disappointment.
My eyes got real puffy.
I'm excited for school.
I kind of want a dreadlock or two.
My best friend comes home from China in a week.
Another leaves for China in a week and a half.
He's the one that made me cry.
And he's reading this.
But it's okay.
Because it wasn't good.
So I'm fine!
Also, I was pms'ing.
Guys, a girl loudly chewing her gum made me cry while I was pms'ing once.
Sometimes I rap Super Bass.
I'm a bartender. Have I told you that?
Saying this makes me laugh.
Don't ask me to make you something.
I probably don't know what it is.

On my anxiety medication:

First dose and second dose I noticed nothing. I upped it yet again, and again. Some of my OCD tendencies, which were not even a large concern to me before, got so so much worse. To the point where I had to consciously refocus my thoughts from time to time and walk away from situations that I would still think about for at least part of the day. And my anxiety/agoraphobia tendencies were only better sometimes, which could mean nothing, because some days are better than others without meds, too. So, I went back down a dosage because 100 mg was freaking my brain out. I'm slowly getting off of them now, so... we'll see. Maybe I'll try another kind of med. Maybe I won't.

The only other side effect? CRAZY VIVID DREAMS. Some days I literally will have to stop and think about whether or not something occurred in my dream or real life. And yes, the week HP 7.2 came out I had about 3 consecutive nights of Hogwarts dreams. Meds make me a wizard. But, now we have Pottermore to do that! (MistThestral108) ;]

I want you guys to know that -

Paige, I drove through Georgia this summer and wished I knew how close I was to you!
Abbie, I often think about the fact that we live probably 2 hours away and could actually hang out some day.
Kaleena, I appreciate you. Thank you for being there! :]
Melinda, OH MY GOSH, would you just RESPOND to my e-mail already?! It's been FOREVER. ;]
Lex, You're a goof. I like you.
Jimmy, Congrats you two! :]
Andrew, Don't die please. You need to keep your blog.
Elizabeth, I hope home sweet home in Australia is all you've missed and more!
Katie, I look at your pictures all the time.
New Followers, HI LET'S BE FRIENDS.