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{Tuesday, December 18, 2007 . }

i got my iPod speakers out and am listening to all the radiohead albums i just illegally acquired. i set up my speakers and my computer and everything in the bathroom because the rest of the house is unbearably cold. my mom may have come home from work hours ago and i wouldn't know because i am holed up in the bathroom like a crazy person.

when i was little i used to procrastinate all evening and be forced to do my homework at night and for some reason i would get up in the middle of the night and go do my homework in the bathroom. i also kept a diary for the entirety of eighth grade and would do most of my diary writing in the bathroom. i'm sure it was partly because of the warmth. it's probably also because i find small spaces comforting and our bathroom is fucking tiny as hell.

i tend to not do so well with large amounts of unstructured time, especially when it's spent alone.
the only thing i've really done today was go to east high to hear the illinois wind symphony play the concert at orchestra hall that i'm too broke and lazy to go see in chicago. there were 43598735 kids there, mostly junior high kids, and i somehow managed to sit like two feet away from the people i wanted to see the least and not even realize it until like the second piece in. so then afterwards i slunk (word?) out of there to drink coffee and eat too much and waste time.
i feel bad for not playing with my dogs whenever i'm home. maybe i should bring them into the bathroom with me like my mom used to do with our old airedale when there were tornado warnings. they prolly get cold too.

posted at 5:39 PM by Alison


{Tuesday, January 02, 2007 . new year}

Happy New Year!

In my younger years, I used to keep a "New Year's Eve journal" where I would all at once write a summary of everything that had happened in the past year. I won't do that now.

In case you haven't noticed (but if you are still checking this blog, you probably have), I don't really care about blogging anymore. Just doesn't do it for me. But I won't dramatically delete my blog, because maybe I'll want to come back and write something and maybe I'll want to look back on my old posts at some point. Whatever. Consider this a tentative blogging goodbye.

posted at 10:08 PM by Alison


{Sunday, October 29, 2006 . little cousin}

I went home for the weekend. It was my mom's 57th birthday, so we had lunch at my grandparents' house with two uncles, an aunt, and a cousin.

My cousin is nine years old, and due to the complete incompetence of his parents, he is the most horrible spoiled brat I have ever met in my whole entire life.

Probably the worst thing he does is hit his parents when they don't do what he wants. He will also shush everyone in the room so that he can tell some stupid little kid story. He also tells our grandmother that whatever she is serving us is dusgusting (because he thinks it's funny to say something different from what everybody else says). His parents don't say anything about any of this.

What disgusts me the most is his sense of entitlement. Our grandmother asked him what he wanted for his birthday, and he rolled his eyes and started rattling off his wish list, which was not short and had some pretty pricey items on it. It was as if he were annoyed that he even had to ask for all these things. His parents should just write it all down and pass out a copy of the list to everyone in the family, so he doesn't have to be troubled with telling everyone what he wants.

My mom sometimes has him spend the night at her house so that they can have "heart-to-hearts." And although he loves staying with my mom, I can only assume that it's because of the dogs. God knows he rarely takes my mother's advice, at least around his parents.

But maybe he really does enjoy his talks with my mother. Maybe being such an ungodly brat all the time is tiring, and he enjoys the break. Or maybe he realizes how horrible he is most of the time, and his talks with my mother give him hope that he can change.

God, I hope he can change.

posted at 9:39 PM by Alison


{Monday, October 23, 2006 . sick}

I haven't been this sick since I was a little kid.

It's cold and I drank too much Friday night, so my body has now succumbed to just about every virus that exists. I called my mom last night way past her bedtime because my whole body ached and I couldn't sleep. She told me to take some ibuprofen. I skipped percussion and theory this morning but went to conducting because I had a test, where I was told that if I lay down and listen to Yanni, I would feel better. I'm listening to Sufjan Stevens instead.

Despite my debilitating illness, I bundled up and grabbed a hot thermos of Airborne and went to the Berstein Mass at Krannert yesterday afternoon. It was pretty cool. It probably would have been much more compelling if we had good string players.

posted at 1:04 PM by Alison


{Sunday, October 22, 2006 . i'm back...i think}

The first 9 weeks of this semester were unbelievably busy for me, but now, especially with the football season winding down, I have a lot more free time.

I am also making a concerted effort to say "no" to things more often, and to accept less responsibility. Because if I don't, I will definitely go crazy.

Moral of the story, I will start posting more often. Seriously. Get on my case if I don't.

posted at 10:42 AM by Alison



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