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You will live in House
You will drive a '66 Mustang
You will marry Rhett Miller and have 0 kids.
You will be a patron to the arts in California.
E-mail ally835@yahoo.com

Factoids

1.wants to be accepted for who she is
2.wishes she knew exactly who she is
3.is scarily dependent on her computer
4.is definitely NOT a morning person.
5.loves getting IM’s
6.often feels emotionally detached from everyone else
7.wants to live in New York
8.hates wearing skirts
9.procrastinates way to often
10.Looks way too much like her mother, but doesn't mind anymore
11.just broke up with her boyfriend of three years
12.just realized how messy she really is
13.her favorite book is Ender's Game by Orson Scot Card
14.decorates her room with glow in the dark stars
15.loves to act and dance
16.believes in silver linings
17.cries in the shower, no one can hear, and whatever you're crying about just goes down the drain and you don't get puffy eyes
18.would rather be dazzlingly clever than divinely beautiful or angelically good
19.keeps everything
20.drives a beige 76’ Cutlass
21.stole this idea directly from a complete stranger (Hi rebekah) who stole it from someone else, and so on, and so on
22.collects key-chains
23.has never really needed something she hasn't been able to have
24.now knows college is as great as everyone said
25.(still) truly believes that long distance relationships can work
26.given the option would much rather drive than ride
27.loves her family very very much
28.makes the dean list
29.wishes she had applied herself in high school
30.feels in control when she's wearing her docs.
31.has big plans
32.wants to date a boy who can dance
33.falls out of touch with people. and hates it
34.has never felt a serious connection with any of her pets
35.keeps her toenails painted red most of the time
36.wants to have hair long enough to sit on
37.every time she has ever met with a teacher about something serious, has walked out the door and almost burst into tears.
38.can't finish this sentence: if I could have one super power, it would be...
39.is wondering when the breakdown will occur
40.is never quite sure what to expect with any of her relationships
41.isn’t quite sure she wants to know
42.listens to country music when she’s depressed
43.has had a song written for her
44.values creativity as the highest form of art
45.wishes she could sing
46.was a cheerleader
47.loved eleventh grade
48.gives great advice
49.was and is spoiled by her grandparents
50.thinks that bottled water and tap water taste the same
51.tends to eat all the time
52.loved living on campus
53.has never been in a fist fight
54.thinks she would win
55.probably needs to get her ass kicked
56.can't stay awake in any lecture classes
57. or any class for that matter
58.wants people to make a big deal out of her birthday (May 17)
59.deals with temptations by yielding to them.
60.loves trying to solve riddles
61.loves watching musicals, anything from Oklahoma to Rent
62.wishes she could still believe in Santa Claus
63.wants to be more computer literate, but isn't dedicated enough to really learn
64.is generous to people she loves.
65.is going to Southwestern University
66.loves the web
67.hasn't found the right religion yet but figures it's out there somewhere
68.is just now discovering how lucky she truly is
69.once played a deer in a school play
70.has no direction
71.thinks Dominoes makes the best pizza ever
72.has always had the nickname Ally
74.doesn’t get "selling out"
75.is told she looks like punky brewster
76.disagrees completely
77.hates "Beavis and Butthead" with a passion
78.tends to believe the hype
79.tends to not realize until it's too late
80.rarely gets angry
81.loves hosting parties
82.likes to be in control of situations
83.doesn't hate aol
84.can't stand it when someone has a problem with you but doesn't let you know
85.pledged a sorority, Alpha Delta Pi
86.doesn't think that being different is any great accomplishment
87.is easily amused
88.bites her nails when she's nervous
89.doesn’t want to have children
90.would be a great mom
91.once stayed up till 6 in the morning drawing with sidewalk chalk on the street
92.becuase of a disaster during christmas break has vowed to never dye her hair again
93.does not like being "at one with nature." actually she thinks it's rather gross
94.wants to be rich
95.and famous
96.loves warm weather
97.has never had a blonde boyfriend
98.likes to write cheesy love notes
99.most of her attitudes about romance and whatnot stem from her first real relationship
100.doesn’t like to wear shoes.
101.occasionally spills the beans, but can keep a secret if she knows it's one
102.would like to get a tattoo but can't ever decide on what to get long enough to actually go get it
103.is sick and tired of people complaining about good things
104.isn’t deathly afraid of anything, that she knows of
105.can never remember the exact wording of quotes.
106.never wanted to get married
107.has reconsidered
108.never has anything to wear
109.is learning to sew
110.has been tired lately
111.is spoiled, but not rotten
112.is, in some ways, such a girl.
113.loves driving
114.doesn't put enough effort into... anything, really.
115.makes mistakes far more often than she will ever admit.
116. has met tons of awesome people at college
117.could probably think of another 100 things to write
118.generally enjoys life


Friday, September 26, 2003
How can internet quizzes be so eerily on target

Conscious self
Overall self
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Friday, September 26, 2003
flowers and chocolates?
from Shampoo Solo

better than this

the day you're living is certain to be wonderful when you awake before your alarm rings and find a pretty flower waiting in a dixie cup outside your window, accompanied by a sweet card and a pre-release of the new death cab for cutie album.

truly wonderful.

This sort of thing never happens to me. I need to find me a hopeless romantic to leave me flowers and buy pre-released CD’s. The problem is, I never find myself attracted to the hopeless romantic types.

So today I want to live vicariously through those that do have romance in their lives. Send me an e-mail or drop a note in the comments about the most recent romantic moment you’ve encountered. You don’t necessarily have to be the one receiving or bestowing the romance. I just want some good stories, and to get you going I’ll share one from the ACL festival this weekend.

I saw a man holding an umbrella over his love, she was dancing and enjoying the music, so in order to cover her, he had to sacrifice his dryness. She kept backing up into him and telling him he didn’t need to hold the umbrella out that far, they could both stand under it, but then before long she’d get back into the music and start grooving, thus moving her further away from him. He never faltered, he held that umbrella out as far as he needed to, even when it meant that he was completely in the rain. He was wet, but he seemed totally content to listen to the music and watch his girl dance. She didn’t require or even ask for the cover, but it was important to him that she stay dry – and I think that’s romantic.

All-right internet - what ya got for me?

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Wednesday, September 24, 2003
What would you do?
Today the yeti asks, Would you sleep with seven different men in seven days for a 100 million dollars?

It’s billed as a question of morality, and maybe it is. But for me there is no doubt in my mind.

I’m in. Absolutely. For sure. No question.

Maybe this question is easier for me because I’m not in a serious relationship. I’ve had sex before, both meaningful and meaningless, and if having it 7 more times will guarantee me financial security for the rest of my life – then I don’t really see the need to contemplate it any further.

Back at the yeti the question goes deeper - What if the stipulation was you had to tell your mother? Your grandmother? Your children? and then Would you allow you wife to do it? although I have issues with the “allow”, it is a more complicated situation when the person having the sex is involved in a long term committed relationship. The answer certainly isn’t as cut and dry, and having not been in a serious committed relationship in several years, I can’t say how I would handle that.

Telling my mother and grandmother would not affect my decision at all. My family loves me unconditionally and although they may not agree or approve, they would understand it is my life and my decisions and they would love me no matter what. I don’t have children now, and I don’t really plan on having any, so I can’t say on that one.

Now comes the kicker, “What if it were televized?” This is the only stipulation that made me actually stop and consider, how would I feel about that? It makes the decision much harder, and invites many more openings for clarification. Would it be aired prime-time or on some adult network? Would there be advertising ahead of time or would it just spontaneously come on one station and then never be seen again? Would your name be connected with it, or would it be just An anonymous girl does 7 guys!. I guess since I have so many questions and stipulations about the television thing, I’d have to go with a tentative, “no, if it’s going to be televised”. But I would like to withhold the right to change my mind.


Would you do it?

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Monday, September 22, 2003
Sometimes words just grab you and won't let go
Jet black hair and eyelashes designed to let a teardrop dangle just a second too long for gravity to be real.

Quoted from girls are pretty on September 17, 2003

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Thursday, September 18, 2003
A rant, an excuse, and a pun walk into a blog.....
First off, I want to convey how sorry I am for leaving everyone hanging with the whole “EX story” – long story short – we dated from that summer to October of 2001 when we broke up because the Japan/Austin long distance thing just wasn’t working out. The impetus for that story came in the form of a phone call from said ex about a week ago. He’s back in Texas and wants to hang out. This brought back a tidal wave of emotions, the likes of which I haven’t dealt with in a long time. I wasn’t worried though; I have a blog, the perfect outlet for things like this. I’ll just write it all out and then post it for the masses. Maybe my emotions will make more sense in paragraph form, with topic sentences. Unfortunately about halfway through I realized the writing wasn’t helping. I couldn’t go into enough detail to make it real for me. I don’t have the words to really express that time. I felt like I was just glossing over an event that affected me profoundly. This did nothing to help the mess of emotions sashaying around in my head and heart. I decided that briefly indulging in nostalgia was all well and good, but posting it on the web in hastily thrown together, chopped up, sections was mixing me up more than straightening me out. So, I decided not to do that anymore. And I went to Houston, saw the ex, and had a great time. I’m still a whirling mass of conflicting emotion, but I’m ok with that now.

I am not, however, ok with the clusterfuck that has become Parmer lane. First I’ll give you some background – we live on a cul-de-sac that opens onto the aforementioned lane. Up until about 4 days ago you could turn left onto our cul-de-sac from parmer lane, but all that is about to change, right now there are construction workers laboring away at a concrete median and extra turn lane that is going to effectively block anyone leaving our street and hoping to go west. All of this I could handle if I could see some valid reasoning behind it, but do you know why they need to turn lanes from parmer onto this little nothing street? Because a Wal-Mart will soon be in business right on that street. They had to have a way to increase the ease of getting there, and decided to fuck our street over in the process, but I hear that’s pretty much what Wal-Mart does.

Since I won’t really be able to leave my house anymore, I’ve decided I want to do more written correspondence with my friends that are far away, and although I love e-mail, there’s nothing, I repeat nothing better than the feeling you get when you see that you have mail. I mean real, personally addressed, you don’t have to buy anything mail. Unfortunately I’m not very good at keeping up with things like addresses and stamps and such but I think I’ve come up with a system. I’m going to keep all my mail from Washington and Ottawa in a box on the highest shelf in my room. All other correspondence can be found in a box below. So basically my capitol letters will be in the upper case and the rest in the lower case.

Hee hee, I tricked you with that last paragraph didn’t I? I bet nobody saw that coming, you were just reading along, totally with me on the writing more letters thing, and then BAM! You’ve been punned. But then again if you had read the title of this post you would have known that before the end there would be an excuse, a rant, and last but most certainly not least, a pun.

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Monday, September 15, 2003
F.Y.I.

  • Sex is a beauty treatment. Scientific tests find that when women make love they produce amounts of the hormone estrogen, which makes hair shine and skin smooth.
  • Gentle, relaxed lovemaking reduces your chances of suffering dermatitis, skin rashes and blemishes. The sweat produced cleanses the pores and makes your skin glow.
  • Lovemaking can burn up those calories you piled on during that romantic dinner.
  • Sex is one of the safest sports you can take up. It stretches and tones up just about every muscle in the body. It's more enjoyable than swimming 20 laps, and you don't need special sneakers!
  • Sex is an instant cure for mild depression. It releases endorphins into the bloodstream, producing a sense of euphoria and leaving you with a feeling of well-being.
  • The more sex you have, the more you will be offered. The sexually active body gives off greater quantities of chemicals called pheromones. These subtle sex perfumes drive the opposite sex crazy!
  • Sex is the safest tranquilizer in the world. It is 10 times more effective than valium.
  • Kissing each day will keep the dentist away. Kissing encourages saliva to wash food from the teeth and lowers the level of the acid that causes decay, preventing plaque build-up.
  • Sex actually relieves headaches. A lovemaking session can release the tension that restricts blood vessels in the brain.
  • A lot of lovemaking can unblock a stuffy nose. Sex is a natural antihistamine. It can help combat asthma and hay fever.


  • Go get some!

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    Friday, September 12, 2003
    Something is right with the world

    My future husband is going to be starring in the next batman movie!



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    Wednesday, September 10, 2003
    I'm totally aware that it changes tenses in the middle, thank you.
    It's early July 1998. I've just dropped my sister and her new quasi-boyfriend off at the mall, and I'm going to pick up the family's dry cleaning. As I'm coming around a corner, I notice a guy on a bike and I'm thinking, "Man, that sure looks like the ex." The biker turns into a convenience store, and I finally get a good look at his face. Gasp. It is the ex. My mouth gets dry and my heart starts beating fast and the car just drove itself into the parking lot where he had gone inside.

    I sat there with my mom's suburban in reverse, ready to dash out at any moment. I had no clue what I was doing there, or what I hoped would result in actually talking with him, but I couldn't move. I was stuck to that spot as sure as if some diabolical elf had super glued my feet to the floor. I couldn't make my brain focus on any one thought, it was like I had the paparazzi in my head and they were flashing pictures and asking questions all at the same time. I couldn't concentrate long enough to answer any of them.

    After a few days, he finally walked out of the store and towards his bike. I rolled down my window and called out to him, "Hey Ex!" He turned around and walked over to the car. I kind of expected an explosion or a reaction of some kind from the outside world - like maybe thunder would crash out of nowhere, or everything would start moving in slow motion, but the outside world didn't seem to realize the magnitude of the event.



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    Wednesday, September 10, 2003
    Firsts and Lasts
    Ok. A short break in the story – I found this over at lilywhite intentions and decided I’d give it a go. I’ll go back to the story before the end of the day, I promise. I’ve already got the next installment written, it just needs to be edited. Piglet, where are you when I need you?!

    Firsts.
    First best friend: Paige Record

    First car: 1976 Cutlass Oldsmobile. Still driving it – God, I love that car.

    First real date: if by “date” you mean picked me up at my house and then took me to dinner – then that would be junior year – Eric Thornton. If we are counting those group things where everyone was paired off, that would be 7th grade – Scott

    First real kiss: 7th grade, Donnie Palermo outside the movie theatre

    First break-up: Barrett

    First job: working as receptionist at my dad’s office

    First screen name: allyemab. Still have this one too.

    First self purchased album: Tiffany

    First funeral: My great uncle Tony

    First pets: two miniature poodles named red and pepper

    First piercing/tattoo: 1st hole in ears at 13. 2nd at 16. 3rd at 18. no tattoos

    First enemy: Jennifer Something (her last name escapes me) 8th grade. That bitch hated me.

    First big trip: if by “trip” you mean vacation – driving to Vegas. If we’re counting psychedelic experiences – 8th grade camping trip

    First musician you remember hearing in your house: Bonnie Raitt


    Lasts.
    Last cigarette: driving to work this morning

    Last big car ride: caravan down to Surfside with a great group of friends

    Last kiss: 6 days ago

    Last good cry: has to be watching Remember the Titans in my Apartment at SU, while resting on the keg

    Last library book checked out: something for school

    Last movie seen: spellbound

    Last beverage drank: house Chianti at Romeo’s

    Last food consumed: a plum

    Last crush: Ryan from the OC

    Last phone call: the Ex at 6:30 this morning!

    Last time showered: last night

    Last shoes worn: my sensible work shoes

    Last cd played: Operation Ivy on the way to work this morning

    Last item bought: Marlboro medium 100’s

    Last annoyance: turning off my alarm and then having to get ready for work in 7 minutes

    Last time scolded: id on’t think I’ve been scolded in a loooong time

    Last shirt worn: green and black striped

    Last website visited: at lilywhite intentions



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    Tuesday, September 9, 2003
    A Story
    I’m going to tell this story is several sections, and I’m going to try really, really hard to publish two sections a day, but I need some help. I need someone to stay on me and keep me motivated to finish the story. You can do this by e-mailing me or leaving a comment that lets me know you’re keeping tabs. I’m not very good with self-motivation, but if I know that I’ll be letting someone else down…….well, then I’m more likely to care. So without further ado:

    Romance and Whatnot

    I used to say that fate was just an optimistic coincidence. I rolled my eyes when my mom said, “everything happens for a reason.” And I have no problem opening umbrellas inside. Ok, maybe that’s more superstitious……anyway, I was a realist – in charge of my own destiny, and ready to tackle serous obstacles. This was the summer before I left for college.

    My first summer without a curfew can only be aptly described as a roller coaster. Looking back, I’m surprised my parent’s didn’t have me checked out for bi-polar or manic-depressive tendencies. If it weren’t for my stubborn affinity for optimism, I probably would have been your basic, boring, depressed, teenager about to start life on my own (still on my parent’s meal-ticket of course).

    This is the summer I re-met the EX. He was my ex at that point as well after the messy break-up junior year that caused us not to speak again – I thought for forever. Of course I did the psycho girl things, like happening to be at places that I knew he frequented or keeping up with the gossip about his friends, but I really figured the ex was a scene out of my high school play and I was already taking bows for that performance.


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