|
Monday, January 12, 2004
Shhh...................Final Chapter Short, sweet, to the point, and absolutely my biggest secret - until now.
Marlboro Medium 100's
I smoke hundreds because I have an inexplicable, but absolutely real fear of burning the end of my nose.
Ally signed off at 09:24 a.m.
check out the fotolog for visual chillin updates
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
Shhh............Part two Ok, Here's secret number two. Another something I've been holding inside even longer than the Sharper Image story. This one was a little harder to reveal because it cuts a little closer to home, but maybe sharing this will help me to move on and be able to enjoy playing chess again.
The Chess Game
In 6th grade, my math teacher had a running agreement with our class. If any one of us beat him at chess; the entire class didn’t have to do the homework assignment for that night. He made this deal every year, but supposedly no one had ever actually won. Not only was it difficult for an eleven year old to beat an adult in a chess match, but you had to win by the time the 90 minute class was over. The games never got started right at the beginning of the period either. He did have to teach sometimes. People volunteered to play by writing their name on the chalkboard and you could only play if you had all your assignments turned in. Well, my day arrived and I was determined to win. I’d been playing chess with my dad and the computer for as long as I could remember. I guess I was pretty good. I very rarely beat my dad but I could hold my own against the advanced setting on the computer. I was extremely nervous to be playing against the teacher, but I also knew how my popularity would soar if I won. We sat down and started playing. The game was going a lot faster than I was used to and I made some bad mistakes early on. I lost my rook the first time I moved it out. This was really tough because I depended heavily on the rooks and bishops for most of my strategy. After about 45 minutes, I was ready to give up, I was very unhappy with how I had been playing and didn’t think I had a chance of winning. Then, somehow, I saw the board in a new light. It was just like the visuals in A beautiful Mind, certain pieces seemed to light up and I could see the game being played out and moves I could make that I hadn’t realized. I began to think I could win the game. I tried not to make it obvious that I was no longer on the defense. The teacher had pretty much decided that the game didn’t need his full concentration and was helping other students during my turn, until I took his queen. After he lost his queen he focused completely on the game, going so far to hush the class when he had previously been oblivious to the noise. With his queen, I got a bit of my confidence back. I started playing a lot faster and not second-guessing every move. The more confident I seemed the less blasé my teacher acted. He was taking the game seriously now, and it made me appreciate how legendary it would be if I won. And it seemed possible, we were both down to just a few pieces and I had the only queen. Then I looked at the clock. My heart sank. There was only 10 minutes left. I had noticed my teacher was playing slower, but I thought he was just focusing more on the game. In that instant I realized why no one had ever beaten him. You can almost always stretch out a chess game if you know how long it has to go before it’s declared a draw. This realization infuriated me. In my eleven-year-old mind, he had done his students a terrible injustice – and it had been going on for years. As far as I was concerned, this brutality was going end with me. I doubled my efforts, moving as quickly as I could and goading him to play faster. Then I did it. I had him. I yelled checkmate, probably a little too loud and a little to forceful. The whole class jumped up and crowded around the table. That’s when I noticed his knight. It was positioned two spaces back and one over from my queen, which was threatening his king. It wasn’t checkmate after all. I looked up at the teacher, ready to apologize, but he had already walked to the front of the room to erase the homework assignment. Before anyone else could rat me out, I quickly picked up the board and accepted the congratulations and admiration from my peers. Even though I didn’t deserve it.
I never told a soul about the true outcome of the game, but I also never bragged about being the one that took the math teacher down.
up next, The real reason why I smoke hundred’s
Ally signed off at 01:19 p.m.
check out the fotolog for visual chillin updates
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
Shhh........... I have a secret. Three actually. I’ve never actually admitted to these things out loud, and I guess, technically, I’m still not doing that because I’m typing them. So blog-o-sphere, can I trust you with my secrets?
Why I get anxious every time I walk into a Sharper Image
Christmas time. Shopping with my dad and my sister. I was about 13 years old. Being way cooler than my dad or my sister, I decided to ditch them and do my own shopping. I was looking for something for my dad when I walked past The Sharper Image. There was a sign out front that read, “Children under 16 not admitted without parents”. Ha. My 13-year-old self shot the sign a disdainful look as I brazenly walked by it. Of course once I was inside I was a tad worried about the embarrassment factor of being kicked out of The Sharper Image simply because I didn’t have an adult in tow. I wandered around the store for a while, eyeing the massaging chair. A rather portly woman had been sitting in it the entire time I had been in the store. In fact, I think she was napping. I had a limited amount of time, and a lot of shopping to do, but I was determined to get my turn on the massaging chair. My muscles were tired too! Finally the woman had gotten enough of the pulsating chair and was about to stand up. I positioned myself right next to the chair so that it was clear to anyone watching that I was next. No question, I was next. Finally the woman gathered up her packages and left the chair to me. I sat down and grabbed the remote. As I was deciding on the tempo of the massage I reclined the chair. Big mistake. Sitting right behind the chair was one of those new super-thin upright cd players. I had knocked it down, and it took with it the 5 speakers that it was attached to. I panicked and jumped out of the chair and headed directly for the exit. As I sped past the security guard I could feel him looking at me, memorizing my face and preparing his response to the Prosecutor’s, “is the girl you saw knock over the stereo in this court room today”? I also overheard one of the sales associates say something about, “two grand out the window” as he shook his head sadly. It had to have been pretty obvious that I had knocked over the stereo because I was the only person in the entire mall that was headed away from the sound of the crash, but nobody stopped me, or even noticed that I was most definitely under 16 and there was nary a parent in sight. My heart didn’t stop pounding until I was safe within the confines of Dillard’s Shoe department. Safe with my dad, whom I was sure wouldn’t let the security guard take me away. I never spoke a word of the “incident” to anyone but I still can't walk into a Sharper Image without feeling like I’m being watched.
Stay tuned for:
The homework assignment I should have had to complete
Ally signed off at 01:06 p.m.
check out the fotolog for visual chillin updates
Monday, December 15, 2003
Maybe you just had to be there......................Maybe you were
10 Years Ago, I...
1. was finishing up middle school – the worst social experience ever
2. still thought I would be able to succeed as a professional ballerina
3. realized popularity is a hoax and decided I was not going to be one of those fools
4. didn’t know it yet, but my age of innocence was just about over
5. desperately wanted a boyfriend
5 Years Ago, I..
1. was about to graduate from high school
2. thought I had the best friends in the whole wide world
3. had no clue shit was about to hit the fan
4. discovered there was a (totally false) rumor going around that I was shooting heroin
5. felt like I was on top of the world
3 Years Ago, I...
1. just returned from a semester abroad in London
2. had fallen head over heels in love
3. started really going to class because I wanted to know more about the topics
4. went to my next-door (read: best friend) neighbor’s wedding and spoke to him for the first time in 3 years
5. still thought my theatre degree had some merit
1 Year Ago, I...
1. was living with Babs and Laura in an Apartment in Austin
2. was moving into an awesome house
3. made a drastic change in the crowd I “ran” with
4. quit my job at Dell
5. started feeling like I could handle life
So Far This Year, I...
1. secured a job that I actually enjoy
2. wrecked my car (read: security blanket)
3. loved being single
4. desperately wanted a boyfriend
5. laughed a lot
Yesterday, I...
1. saw The Two Towers: (Special Edition)
2. visited a friend from school, and his wife, and their baby
3. cleaned up to John Cougar (read: hurt so good on repeat)
4. got introspective right before bed
5. wrapped presents
Today, I...
1. was on time to work
2. have made plans for dinner
3. intend to attend a belly dancing class
4. read every single sinfest cartoon
5. am dangerously close to that introspective ally that I don’t like
Tomorrow, I Will...
1. be late for work
2. make more plans for Return of the King (read: skip work)
3. receive the rest of the presents I have ordered online for people
4. create an e-vite
5. smile a lot
Ally signed off at 04:29 p.m.
check out the fotolog for visual chillin updates
Sunday, December 14, 2003
A site for sore eyes Well folks, He's back. Go visit blue. He's an old time friend with a beautiful reincarnation of his old site, the terreplein.
Ally signed off at 05:34 p.m.
check out the fotolog for visual chillin updates
Sunday, December 14, 2003
Utterly Amazing I'm sitting here, once again realizing how amazingly talented my friends are. There's nothing like an amazing jam session with drums a guitar and a viola. i'm in heaven.
Ally signed off at 01:10 a.m.
check out the fotolog for visual chillin updates
Friday, December 12, 2003
Festive Holiday Fun Leslie Harpold's Advent Calendar is just as great this year as last. Go check it out.
Ally signed off at 12:45 p.m.
check out the fotolog for visual chillin updates
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
Tis the Season An idea, pilfered from Brian:
Gifts I would give to the people I love if money was no object.
Mom:Daily maid service for a year
Dad:World Peace
Lauren:A month at canyon ranch and two wardrobes, one for summer and one for winter
IV:A school bus
Rose:An indoor swimming pool and hot tub and a Hippopotamus
Mimi:Her own personal hotel suite in Shreveport
Papa:6 months of living with all four of the Grandkids
Uncle Wayne:A winning Lottery Ticket
Jill: A trip to Europe
Babs: A moving company that doesn't break anything - and sets up everything just the way you want it
Steph: Ditto on the movers and let’s throw in an interior designer to make everything really snazzy
Laura: A theatre for her to design costumes in
Paige: A personal assistant and a helicopter so she could come visit more often
Danielle: An amazing job and flat in London
Gabe: A brand new guitar and recording studio
Tim: Equipment to network his entire house with every cool electronic gadget he wants
Richard: A gamecube and an x-box with the full collection of games - maybe even a huge tv for him to play them on
Babo: A personal Phish concert with special guests, Ben Harper, Guy Forsythe and Keller Williams
Corey:Enough varied restaurant gift certificates so that he could eat out ever night for a year
Jackie:A recording studio
Andrew:Funding to throw a huge bash once a month for a year, and due to recent events, a new car
Jeff:A year's supply of Busch Tall-boys
Doug:His own ceramics studio
Ian:His own acupuncture and eastern healing business
Clayton:All new, state of the art, climbing equipment
Ebony::A huge loft in NYC
Pat:The complete works of Socrates, Nietzsche, Kierkegaard, Descartes, and Confucius
Nick H.:A recording Studio
Erin:Money for nursing school and all her debt erased
Becky: A big break out in California
Hopefully someday I'll be able to take care of my everyone the way I would like to, until then, I'm just going to have to be creative, but if you want to drop me a line and tell me what you want - well, that would just make everything alot easier.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Ally signed off at 01:16 p.m.
check out the fotolog for visual chillin updates
Monday, December 8, 2003
Spam Comedy
I got an e-mail today with the subject line:
Don't get ripped off no more
Sometimes I think my spam blocker knows when something is just too hilarious to send directly to the trash.
Ally signed off at 03:43 p.m.
check out the fotolog for visual chillin updates
|