so when i was in starbucks yesterday i noticed that there was this (slightly) weird guy who kept taking pictures of me. at first i thought that he was playing with his camera, but no, he was taking (or trying to take) pictures of me. very odd. i figured that it was for some class and that he was going to make some social commentary out of me, which kind of pissed me off. but then i started thinking that perhaps he was a spy (a bad one i guess if i noticed him) and someone needed pictures of me because somehow i figure into some international plot. or maybe when i go to sleep at night i actually get up and go do nefarious deeds or perform spy duties and then i return to bed and wake up in the morning not remember what went on that night (which would explain why i'm always so tired)... yeah. that's weird, i know. sadly, it's not the first time i've had odd daydreams like that... in fact, i do that all the time. that's the way my mind works... it was nice to have physical evidence for a change :)

You've got to check out the very last line of this article. It's 'officially' the funniest thing I've read all day :)

so last week i had this incredibly detailed dream and one of the major things that happened was there was a fire in my house, especially in my bedroom. (see the post from Thursday, 9/26) so i got bored (what else is new, really?) and decided to try and find a place online that would interpret my dream. i found dreammoods.com. here was their interpretation of fire in a dream: "Depending on the context of your dream, to see fire in your dream can symbolizes destruction, passion, desire, illumination, transformation, enlightenment, or anger. It may suggest that something old is passing and something new is entering your life. Your thoughts and views are changing. In particular, if the fire is under control or contained in one area, it is a metaphor of your own internal fire and inner transformation. It also represents your drive and motivation. To dream that a house is on fire, signifies passion and loving companions." so i figure that the fire in the bedroom symbolizes my realization that i'm completely over Tim and my readiness for something new (although not a new relationship... just something new. just being single and having fun for a while...). so what seemed like something really stressfull in the dream was actually a symbol of something great! So then I saw that (hot) fireman in my dream and at dreammoods they say that "To see a fire fighter in your dream, signifies long lasting friendships" and I saw that fireman in my dream right before I tried to call Becky. i'm fascinated with how right on that dream interpretation was... i hope i remember what i dream of tonight so i can interpret it... this is my new obsession! :)

Since record labels have been ripping us off for years i really don't feel bad about acquiring an mp3 now and then that I don't already have in my CD collection...

so my friend dodi made a blog, you can visit it here: http://www.balou127.blogspot.com/. :)

So I've been trying to find out what my name means and I'm getting all sorts of different answers. My mom brought back this bookmark from Hong Kong for me and it says that my name consists of 3 traditional chinese calligraphy characters which mean "someone special, beauty, and trustworthy." I got three good ones :) So I wondered what my name means, where it came from etc. and I found a bunch of different answers. First I went to the parenthood.com website where they have a big database of names and meanings etc and I typed in 'Alison' and it told me that my name is German and it means, "noble and kind." That's ok, but it didn't satisfy me. So then I had to try another site. I went to makewayforbaby.com where they also have a big database, and when I typed in 'Alison' it gave me a bunch of different answers. First it said it was Scottish, a form of Louise, which means "battle, famous." Then it said it was German, meaning "sweet." As an Irish name my name apparently means "honest." And as an English name it's actually a guy's name that means "son of all." According to babynamenetwork.com Alison means "the light of the sun" in Old English and it can be a boy or girl's name. My nickname, Ali, means "exhalted or noble" and could also be for a boy or a girl. It's really weird how you can get a ton of different meanings for one name... i remember when i was younger i found my name in a book and i told my dad how it said that my name meant, "little truthful one" and he said that's because i tell little truth.
I also looked up Rebecca to see what Becky's name meant and it said "Captivating, Knotted Cord" which I thought was cool 'cause the tattoo that she got was a Celtic Knot...

"he probably just wants to take me out this weekend and get me drunk." "see? date!"

"it's like the pavlov thing with the ringing and the drooling... except it's the alcohol and the drooling..."

so i found this weird little application that puts a dancer on your desktop who dances to music you play: mp3dancer.com. It's kinda funny... you get one free dancer download (it happened to be the Allison character)... it's really amusing to watch her dance along the taskbar... they also apparently have little strippers you can download - weird.

yet again i've spent my whole day wasting time and doing nothing productive. i have an assignment due tonight, and i half-assedly did it and i suck. what's really annoying, is i'll get full credit for the crap i'm handing in. i'm so not motivated to go to school anymore. i hate school. school is boring. what am i going to be when i grow up? a teacher. there's something fucked up right there. it's so bad. all i want to do is... nothing. i don't know. i just want to have fun. or just do nothing really. i'm really good at both of those things. what i need now is to find a job where i could put my unique talents to work. here's what i'm excellent at: *wasting time *putzing around on the internet *daydreaming *shopping *finding excuses to waste time/shop/do nothing when i should be doing something *looking innocent *being bored *researching anything that interests me but nothing that's useful... there's more, but i have to get dressed and go to class. soyeah, if anyone has any ideas about how i can apply my talents in a field that's lucrative give me some comments down there... yeah. if not, i'm just going to have to win the lotto or find myself a sugar daddy because this working crap is just not working out for me...

so since i've gotten home from school i've done nothing but waste more time taking emode tests...

my inner rock star is Britney Spears: "Feel it, sweetheart; the rock star in you is all Britney—the envy of cheerleaders everywhere. One part girl next door, one part naughty sex kitten, you're definitely not as innocent as you look. And that is why nobody can get enough of you. You are the ultimate American girl with some serious staying power. Unlike other success stories, you and Britney are more than just a pretty face: you've got talent, confidence, and the brains to back it up. With a talent list like yours it's no wonder you're at the top of the popularity charts and young men's hearts. We love you. Shout out your inner Britney!"

My 'monster match' is a ghost: "You're a fun loving prankster, always with a joke up your sleeve. That's why your monster match is a ghost. Your bag has more tricks than treats, but you can take it as well as you can dish it out. You're a witty spirit who loves a good hoot, and echoing laughter like you'd hear in the halls of a haunted house. Part ghoul, part Beetlejuice, you are the ghost with the most, the phattest phantom, a real graveyard smash. Whether you're going to a costume party or throwing your own BYOB séance (Bring Your own Ouija Board), you mingle with different social groups as if walking through walls. But you ghosts take care. You love getting a good behind-the-door scare almost as much as you love giving them, but those with bad tickers and tempers might not appreciate your spooky sense of humor. Use your inner poltergeist sparingly and you'll never have to worry about getting 'busted.'"

My inner 'friend' is Monica: "Mon! You're the normal one, honey, in the best way possible. You're caring, you're responsible, you look to the future—what a gem. Wait a second, did you just start editing for grammar mistakes in the middle of reading your own compliments? Ok, so you like things, well, the way you like them. But even when you're smiling through clenched teeth, waiting for everyone else to get with the program, deep down, you're really still smiling. You're just waiting for that impatient moment to pass. When it comes right down to it, you are thoughtful, meticulous, and good at what you do. As for romance, you can be a little picky and want things to be just-so. We wouldn't expect anything less. And like the original Monica, if you can avoid rushing into things, you'll find the right match and all the happiness your sweet, finicky, heart deserves."

According to 'the coffee test' i'm 'the sweetheart: "Sweet, smooth, and lighthearted. Is that you or your coffee? To the casual observer, there's really no difference. How you take your coffee provides people with a small window into your personality. Here's what one might see... Comfort is key. Your coffee says that you don't like anything rough around the edges. If you could coat the world in sugary sweetness, you would. You are kind and have a potentially bubbly personality. Your coffee-style labels you as a fun-loving individual who doesn't get bogged down by overly serious things. You like to make the most of each day, and you take time to enjoy yourself. When it comes to uncomfortable situations, you would rather avoid them than confront them. You most likely surround yourself with friends, and when it comes to life, it's all about having a good time."

I really need to stop taking these tests and start working on shit that needs to get done for school...

i've decided that i hate my webcam. i have it set to update every 45 seconds, and somehow every 45 seconds i'm doing something weird or making some horrible face. awful. how is it that it always happens that way? beh.

Take the Purrsonality Quiz!

ohmygod isn't that cat so cute?! I freaking need one. a "scottish fold" how freaking adorable is that? here's a pic of a scottish fold kitten:

What Obscure Animal are you?

that was an odd quiz... let's find some more... :)

okso there's abunch of these quizzes at this site...



What Was Your PastLife?

beh. this weekend was ok...

Friday: As you can see from my Friday posts below, I was screwing around here at home forever before I finally got my act together and left for PA. The drive down took me the full 4 hours because it poured (did i spell that right? rained really hard...) most of the way down, and once i got into mountain country in PA the fog was awful. It was really bad on I-81, but once I got off at the Pottsville exit and took route 61 into town it was a billion times worse... the fog was awful, the rain was awful, and that road normally is no treat because it winds down the mountain... soyeah, i got to my Aunt Karen's house at about 8:00 and found out that my mom and stepfather hadn't made it there yet. how freaking annoying is that? i had told her originally that i was going to be leaving probably around 2 or so which would put me in about 6. and then she told me to not hurry... and they showed up at 8:30 because they stopped to go shopping. shopping. these people shop more than anyone i know. i can't believe how much of their lives are devoted to shopping. soyeah, they shopped and bought two huge mexican type pots and an enormous mirror. they didn't need these things. their house is horrendously cluttered already. but they bought them because they got "good deals" on them. and the thing is, they were flying home, so i don't know how they figured they were going to get these huge fragile items home. whatever. what really annoys me is they could (and do) shop anytime, but I was coming down to visit with them which i never get to do because they live in michigan and they never make the effort to come see me but they felt the need to shop instead of coming right up. whatever. anyway. so we ate dinner and then RJ (my stepfather) left with my Uncle Bobby to go for a beer run (which apparently meant going to a bar and drinking the beer there). I sat with my mom and Aunt Karen (who is so freaking cool) and talked. Later RJ and Bobby came home and my cousin Ryan came out of wherever he was hiding (he is the quietest kid ever. and he just appears and disappears. he's really cool though and I wish I knew him better... we used to play all of the time when we were kids and I lived in PA, but when we grew up he no longer spoke... I think if I lived nearby and saw him more often we'd hang out though. he's got a job in computers and i think we share a lot of the same interests. he's got a really cute car too: a black jetta with tan leather seats... he's had to get a new car twice now 'cause when he lived in Jersey he had two cars stolen. so he moved to allentown now that he's got this new one, and hopefully it won't get stolen... Jersey must really suck)... So RJ pulls out this portable bar with insulated water bottles filled with really good tequilla and triple sec. and then Bobby starts pouring shots.. so I had 5 shots and then realized that I was drunk, there was no party/music or friends and I wasn't going to get any so I just went to bed. I kinda think it's a little weird that I was doing shots of tequilla with my mom, RJ and my aunt and uncle... whatever.

Saturday: we got up early saturday and went to breakfast with my Nana and PopPop. then mom, RJ, and I went to the mall (surprise). After we spent a million years there they were finally done shopping (I normally love shopping, but I'm poor and wasn't in the mood to be doing that there. besides, i can go to a mall anywhere, why should i shop at the little mall there?). we went to my Nana and PopPop's house and tried to figure out what we were going to do for the rest of the day (always a chore: I pretty much never care, and my mom always claims she doesn't but she really does and she can never make up her mind so she just whines and then gets upset when we don't do what she wanted to do but wouldn't say and then RJ gets all pissed but basically wants to please her so we end up doing what she wants to do but with a bunch of drama preceding it which could have been avoided). So we decided that we were going to go see a movie (My Big Fat Greek Wedding - it was pretty good, there were some laugh out loud parts and I'll probably end up buying it on DVD). We were going to try and get my Aunt Karen to come out with us because she was upset because Bobby shot their dog that morning. Yeah. Shot their dog. The dog was his dog, he got it last year, and it was really cute and all. My Aunt Karen really got attached to Jake, they had this cute little routine where the dog would follow her around and keep her company while she took a bath and eat ice cream with her at night. but the thing is, Jake would sometimes suddenly turn vicious and bite. He bit everyone in their family, and he'd snapped at other people. He snapped at me when I was there in May... So, the dog probably should have been put down a while ago. But Saturday morning he bit Bobby on the hand (gave him a puncture wound that spouted blood) and Bobby was hungover and pissed so he took the dog, some garbage bags, and a shot gun out into the woods and shot the dog once in the head. I really didn't care. I mean, it was his dog, and the dog needed to be put down. I probably would've taken it to the vet, but Bobby was pissed and "wanted to get his satisfaction" I dunno. i mean, that's what he felt he needed to do, and i'm sure that later on he probably regretted it because he did love that dog. but the dog's dead and it would've been no matter how they killed it... anyway... Karen wouldn't come with us so we went alone and came back to her place later and kept her company. Bobby was out playing with his band at some club. I would've liked to go, and had this been a normal day we probably would have, but we had to stay and support Karen.

Sunday was uneventful. we got up and had breakfast and my cousin Sherry (who's severely retarded) kept asking where the dog was. Bobby said that Jake was "away" and that he was sleeping forever. Karen said "jake's dead. daddy shot him" as she made a gun to her head. that was a little uncomfortable... butyeah, then i had to wait forever to leave because i had to wait for everyone to get their act together and when i announced that i was going to leave (already an hour later than i'd wanted to) all of a sudden we had to take a bunch of pictures. this really stresses me out. when i have a plan in my head about how things should go, it really annoys me when they can't go that way. especially when it has to do with traveling, and my mom and rj cause stress for me in that areana all the time. UGH! I'm just glad i wasn't flying, because they always almost make me late (they get me to the airport like 20 minutes before my plane is scheduled to take off) because that's the way they do things and have no respect for others. yeahso. then i drove home. i got starbucks later (i sat alone inside reading for school and you can't believe how starbucks is on a chilly sunday evening... it's like some sort of singles bar or something...) and then went to my house to hang out with my sister and do laundry. I'm still the devil at home apparently, whatever. they'll get over it someday (my parents are pissed that i didn't help them out last weekend. it's the first time i've ever said 'no' to them i think, and they were highly offended). soyeah, amy and i hung out and talked... and went to denny's later 'cause wehad the munchies...