my blog, where everything is everything fa sheezy

my blog, where everything is everything fa sheezy

Tuesday, April 13, 2004

My hair is a barometer.
The mist outside is like fog, but it's just rain. It's just Halifax.
I applied at a steakhouse today. I told him about curly hair.

Quinpool is a funny name for a street. I hope I get a job.
posted by Alison 4:28 PM

This year is ending almost exactly as it started. My friends are leaving me, so soon I'm going to be in res with no friends. I don't have another exam (my last) until the 19th so I don't really have anything to do here in my room. I think of writing letters (not unilke the 6-pager I ..er.. penned... to macdougall (haha. penned.) shortly after moving here...) but don't really have anyone to say 6 pages full of things to. I need to get a job but I couldn't get myself out of bed early enough to catch the pre-lunch resumeing time. That means I'm going to have lunch here and wait until 1pm or so. Psh. Jorb.

P.S. ... regarding the exam in 6 days, does anyone know how to study for an english exam?
posted by Alison 11:34 AM

Monday, April 12, 2004

One more. Just because things come in threes. A classic.

Terran: How much do flat-screen monitors cost?
Alison: A lot. Like $700.
Terran: Really? Crap. I really wanted one.
Alison: What for? You have a monitor.
Terran: For space.
Alison: You're going to space?
posted by Alison 2:37 AM

Katie: What time are you going to bed, 2?
Alison: I was thinking 3... I wanted to go to bed at 4 but your plans of getting up at 7.30 sort of debunked that.
Katie: haha. Debunked.
Alison: Guh... I'm gonna fail.
Katie: No you're not.
Alison's Brain: ... c'est difficile a dire....
posted by Alison 1:05 AM

Sunday, April 11, 2004

I still can't even believe how drunk I was upon waking up Friday morning.

Sara: (phone rings) You wanna go to the Ardmore?
Alison: Oh man, oh man. You gotta give me another hour. (hangs up phone)

Alison: I .. I was dreaming... about Medieval Times! (bursts out laughing) Holy shit, Jim, I'm still drunk. I'm hammered.
Jim: Yeah. Me too.


posted by Alison 1:55 AM

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Why should I not publish my diary? I have often seen reminiscences of people I have never even heard of, and I fail to see - because I do not happen to be a 'Somebody' - why my diary should not be interesting. My only regret is that I did not commence it when I was a youth.

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