<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:23:41.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allison Gardner: Vacancy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-7320363415992139106</id><published>2012-02-05T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T22:30:11.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Denial ain't just a river in Egypt."</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZJj9G3iFBs/Ty9d8qNTr_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/NalfWfc3Kng/s1600/Photo+46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZJj9G3iFBs/Ty9d8qNTr_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/NalfWfc3Kng/s320/Photo+46.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samurai Bun! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I really just want to fly away to a distant land. I want to forget myself and focus my time and energy on things that really matter in the world. I just want to feel like I am making a difference in the world. I have conveyed a plan to maximize my happiness. It is listed in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Make someone smile&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Always read a book for fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Learn and use a new word everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Say yes! And then commit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Write- because I make more sense&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pray for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Well, I am now starting to love Provo. I just love looking at the beauty all around here! The mountains, the trees, the men in the library... &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-br2ui4uyk4c/Ty9sicxuR8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/shmsI1aqKiU/s1600/IMG_0545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-br2ui4uyk4c/Ty9sicxuR8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/shmsI1aqKiU/s320/IMG_0545.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little Beatles Love. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;This Saturday is my BEST FRIEND'S BIRTHDAY!!!!! &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love Courtney Cook so much!&lt;/span&gt; I am awfully sad I will not be with her on her 21st this Saturday, but our spirits are so close I will essentially be there. Our souls are idoneous.&amp;nbsp; She is amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMVvObMVrng/Ty9soHhL93I/AAAAAAAAAGM/oiRDAX5QRTY/s1600/courtney+and+me" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMVvObMVrng/Ty9soHhL93I/AAAAAAAAAGM/oiRDAX5QRTY/s320/courtney+and+me" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am going to make something memorable happen this week&lt;/span&gt;. Anyone with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-7320363415992139106?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/7320363415992139106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=7320363415992139106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/7320363415992139106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/7320363415992139106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2012/02/denial-aint-just-river-in-egypt.html' title='&quot;Denial ain&apos;t just a river in Egypt.&quot;'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZJj9G3iFBs/Ty9d8qNTr_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/NalfWfc3Kng/s72-c/Photo+46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-495998952761477917</id><published>2012-01-21T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T22:35:33.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"we could get along, but we never did belong..."</title><content type='html'>The title of this post is so applicable to my situation in Pocatello, and in the sense that I &lt;i&gt;just &lt;/i&gt;got back from seeing Matt Costa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left Pocatello! And I am in Provo going to BYU. Everyone asks, "So... how do you like it?" And it is so difficult to answer. Most people generally do not even care, so I usually just say, "Oh, it's good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really I'm thinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can hardly answer that right now when I have not taken any tests, yet. I feel so intimidated by all these super smart classmates who are constantly studying. I am inadequate for some of the classes I am taking. It feels like Disneyland: walking forever and weaving through crowds of people (not the happiest place on Earth.) The girls at church get ready for the Prom every Sunday. And I am still looking for friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Give it a few weeks.. then my paranoia should evaporate along with my concerns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Costa was AMAZING! I am so glad I went! He is a one-man-band and I wish I was a little taller so I could have seen how he did it all! He played the harmonica, guitar, floor drum?, and sang like an angel. Whenever I go to concerts, I always have this daydream/fantasy that I get to meet the person (people) and they think I am so awesome, and then we are really good friends. The things I waste my brain capacity on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RoZfdY9AeKc/Txuq4SpGXnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Y3ZYKIIFSvI/s1600/DSCF7046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RoZfdY9AeKc/Txuq4SpGXnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Y3ZYKIIFSvI/s320/DSCF7046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for the length and bore of this post. But here's an update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JJI6U-RiChU/TxuqzKtYq3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/TzCCGUw39lI/s1600/DSCF7050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JJI6U-RiChU/TxuqzKtYq3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/TzCCGUw39lI/s200/DSCF7050.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I love my roommate! We are so alike. She is the sweetest! I got really lucky. Today I came home to my bed made with this note and oreos! She does stuff like that all the time. I should take a hint and start making my bed. :) I know you can't read it, but it says, "Thanks for letting me borrow your cardigan! And for being an AWESOME roommate. Let me know how tonight goes :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a954367cbfab52aa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da954367cbfab52aa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331723254%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63D993451A2B4F31A68E3BAB83AD159BCF6FD853.816046DD48298CC15585BBE7314647C47B3B527A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da954367cbfab52aa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI3MikEAN_pCjcvJ41Xg7t6ZEK7w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da954367cbfab52aa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331723254%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63D993451A2B4F31A68E3BAB83AD159BCF6FD853.816046DD48298CC15585BBE7314647C47B3B527A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da954367cbfab52aa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI3MikEAN_pCjcvJ41Xg7t6ZEK7w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;So, I know the quality really stinks, and you can't really see anyone or anything. BUT! I just had so much fun! This is just some of Matt doing his thing along with some of the people I met tonight. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert, I slid all the way down the hill that BYU resides, and was lucky enough to have a gentleman walk me home in the dark. Only in Provo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was a success! I am looking forward to many more fun times here in Provo. I am planning on using my blog more instead of Facebook... wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-495998952761477917?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/495998952761477917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=495998952761477917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/495998952761477917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/495998952761477917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-could-get-along-but-we-never-did.html' title='&quot;we could get along, but we never did belong...&quot;'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RoZfdY9AeKc/Txuq4SpGXnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Y3ZYKIIFSvI/s72-c/DSCF7046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-7315344890025979565</id><published>2011-10-05T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T00:04:53.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The idealistic things I believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My eyes are dying from clarity and depth perception.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really h&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ate&lt;/span&gt; it when I think there is a piece of lint of my clothing, but when I squish it between my fingers to remove, a bug transforms. (Twice this week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach for my car door, pull, and somehow allow the door to smack my bottom jaw. (Again, twice this week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weddings, babies, and Friday nights.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am so happy for all my friends that have just gotten married, or getting married! All so lovely. I still feel so far away from even thinking about that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am also so excited for all the new babies I will be aunts for! So excited for my newest niece, as of today, little Marley Marie. And I am so ready for all my other sister's to have their babies this week! I just already love those little embryos and can't wait to welcome them to the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U259nNbu1sc/TowBN0SBQvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4y6xcEQok0Y/s1600/Photo+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U259nNbu1sc/TowBN0SBQvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4y6xcEQok0Y/s320/Photo+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is me... Simba(ing) Lily!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think school is draining all my ambition for anything! AND it's only the beginning. I keep telling myself it will be worth it. I really just want to take a semester and study abroad. It's a simple dream. Someday I hope to have money to travel, when I have gotten my Masters, been an SLP for about ten years, paid off my student loans... then I will go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-7315344890025979565?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/7315344890025979565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=7315344890025979565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/7315344890025979565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/7315344890025979565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2011/10/idealistic-things-i-believe.html' title='The idealistic things I believe'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U259nNbu1sc/TowBN0SBQvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4y6xcEQok0Y/s72-c/Photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-7460761814218462453</id><published>2011-05-02T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T17:22:56.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a worm genocide out.</title><content type='html'>The title is delayed... only slightly. Two weeks ago it was raining every other day. The worms from the tri state area all surfaced. Which is fine. What isn't fine, is when the rain was on its off days, the worms did not have the self control to return to their earthy habitat. Instead, they crispified onto all the sidewalks. The rain has only caused crispy worm bodies to stick to my shoes; seeing as it is impossible to avoid the maze they left. (Wasn't worth trying to find a mate, eh earthwormy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5NemJiQZnms/Tb9IsSkXDjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NdasQVoFrGQ/s1600/Earthworms.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5NemJiQZnms/Tb9IsSkXDjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NdasQVoFrGQ/s320/Earthworms.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost done with finals! Life is good. I'm looking for a new place to live with some exponentially cooler girls than me. I have this rationale that if I am roommates with girls that are cool and have cool friends, I can also adopt their coolness or their cool friends. Perhaps both, if this theory exists. I call it "cool by association." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mxjg3_pMBHM/Tb9JXafRThI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Tjn319wPGco/s1600/calvinhobbes_friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mxjg3_pMBHM/Tb9JXafRThI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Tjn319wPGco/s320/calvinhobbes_friends.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I must get to studying and producing inspiration for the rest of my paper due in two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Usher is Justin Beiber's dad, right?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-7460761814218462453?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/7460761814218462453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=7460761814218462453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/7460761814218462453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/7460761814218462453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-worm-genocide-out.html' title='It&apos;s a worm genocide out.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5NemJiQZnms/Tb9IsSkXDjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NdasQVoFrGQ/s72-c/Earthworms.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-1349577271088310428</id><published>2011-02-17T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T19:17:39.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm fine... Oh that's cancer!</title><content type='html'>So, we have a bit of a thief up in our apartment. All of us are missing food, clothes, and two of us are missing our ipods. I am so upset. I have devised a plan to catch the klepto; it's simple, really.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Intervention Sun Chips.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; The Sun Chips bag crinkle so loudly it will impossible to not hear someone thieving the pantry. Once I hear the slightest crinkle, I will flea from wherever I am in the house, and use my all star speed to meet my component in the pantry. And then....INTERVENTION! I don't exactly know what I will do or say when I catch the sinner, but I don't see a flaw in this plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the thief in my house, my missing ipod, my first C, my infinite confusion in technical writing, my lack of a dating life or friends, my time management, my life is fantastic! I just invested in a pair of Sperry's. Man, I am so superficial. I spend way too much money on shoes. Shoes are my only vice. (That is not true, but they are definitely topping the list of at least hundreds.) I have been super busy, but I know all my hard work will payoff someday. I need to figure out a way to manage my time better. This (blogging) is definitely not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ab889c31b41fa449" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab889c31b41fa449%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331723254%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1CD58E2C59E78030E1C263C1C7CCAA7D8AE65058.2B3522192DB753B414A4FD8173AD31BCD9E3A920%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab889c31b41fa449%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dida2lbPfoJJMUuhUMmbMGUcDg6g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab889c31b41fa449%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331723254%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1CD58E2C59E78030E1C263C1C7CCAA7D8AE65058.2B3522192DB753B414A4FD8173AD31BCD9E3A920%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab889c31b41fa449%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dida2lbPfoJJMUuhUMmbMGUcDg6g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I also just got a waffle iron- from the bank I work at for referring someone to the bank. I love it. I can not only make waffles, but also grilled cheese sandwiches. (You can bet I already did that) I'm sure I could and probably should make a waffle iron cookbook. Just to at least pay my student loans. It's the simple pleasures in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also should add a section about song lyrics from Regina Spektor. My new favorite lyric from her song "Folding Chair":&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have a perfect body, but sometimes I forget&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have a perfect body, because my eyelashes catch my sweat,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yes, they do. The do oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be disgusting and I should not be writing it, but I just think my friends and I are so funny. My friend, Jeff, was talking about how he wanted to get a perm.. as a joke I hope, and he was asking our friend Corrine (she is a cosmetologist) how much it would be and all that jazz. Then he thought it would be cool to shave his perm into a mowhawk. Corrine gagged at the thought of giving someone a "pubehawk." I had my ukulele on hand so I made song that reads as written:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jeff is getting a pubehawk,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Because he likes to suck... his thumb&lt;br /&gt;That's as far as I got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-1349577271088310428?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/1349577271088310428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=1349577271088310428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/1349577271088310428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/1349577271088310428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-fine-oh-thats-cancer.html' title='I&apos;m fine... Oh that&apos;s cancer!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-4817012191046565169</id><published>2010-12-30T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T22:11:18.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like the looks of that..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TR1y5QtGAzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GTyMIPVCwTs/s1600/DSCF7038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TR1y5QtGAzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GTyMIPVCwTs/s320/DSCF7038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;"Gonna Get Along Without You Now" She and Him. (and now a cover by me)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for the pictures of me. Just trying to give a photographic recap of this year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well another successful semester has concluded. On to another! I just love the monotony. I just do not know where the time went. Tomorrow will be the last day of 2010 so I just wanted to recap some of my favorite events per composition.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;NOTE: I will not necessarily list these chronologically or in order of preference.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1) Getting a new job as a bank teller! I love it. I love the people I work with, the people I help, and the job responsibilities I possess. Although it may be the source of my perma diseased immunity. I have had a permanent runny nose in close association with whopping cough for the past month and a half. Thank goodness for Nyquil and Vick's vapor Kleenexes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2) Making new friends. I learned that I can talk to strangers and make friends! Something I never deemed possible for myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3) My love for sweater vests, brooches, and pearls. I really am 19 going on 72. I have all the makings for the ultimate geek! I love geeking it out. I look forward to Idaho Falls trips to Barnes and Noble. I am currently making a list of books I must add to my library. As of today it lists as follows: I Am Number Four, To Kill A Mockingbird (so I don't have to borrow my roommates),&amp;nbsp; White Oleander, and I'm thinking I'll have to add some classics in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4) Vacations! Mexico, Disneyland, Las Vegas (more like a work vacation? well at least vacation away from Idaho and Sears.) I have been so spoiled. I will never forget being my sister Sonya's tossing me like rag doll by the poolside, checking out the sights in Las Vegas with my best friend Courtney, and my niece's faces' on Splash Mountain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5) Every occasion I was lucky enough to be with family. I love my family! And all the times we get to be together. They take such good care of me. I appreciate all the times they allowed me to crash Holiday dinners and festivities. It's so crazy to me how incomplete our family seems missing only one person/family.&amp;nbsp; I know we were all meant for each other. (Don't worry, the sentiment will dissolve with the following sentence.) We all have specific roles which I still have not assigned. And it is still open for dinner discussions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;6) Playing the same six songs (approximately) on my ukulele. I think my progression is... stagnant. But I love playing every one of those six songs often.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7) Trying new things and learning about myself. I know I said the sentiment was over... just almost! I have learned so much about myself this year. I feel like I have more of an idea of who I am as an individual and I love that. I also have tried more things this year that I have never done before. Such as learning to shoot a gun, however tiring it is to hold up with my lack of bicep. Attempting paragliding and face skidding down the hill instead. Playing the ukulele (as already stated.) Conflicting educational decisions. Meeting strangers on the airplane. Taking my first road trip beyond Salt Lake. Dressing up as a mime... (yes). Making mistakes and learning from them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;8) My fake relationships with Jake Gyllenhall, Ben Barnes (Prince/King Caspian), Sean Faris, James Franco. They are all going very well. We understand monogamy is not really possible in between films and what not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;9) Harry Potter! Tron! And any other movie to bring on my overt nerd.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year has been great. I'll always keep the fond memories. Bring it on 2011! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-4817012191046565169?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/4817012191046565169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=4817012191046565169' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/4817012191046565169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/4817012191046565169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-like-looks-of-that.html' title='I don&apos;t like the looks of that..'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TR1y5QtGAzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GTyMIPVCwTs/s72-c/DSCF7038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-4074304078028511714</id><published>2010-12-07T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T19:49:11.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm awesome; just look at my stance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TP70yw2K2JI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BXvf3xwnBG4/s1600/DSCF0838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TP70yw2K2JI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BXvf3xwnBG4/s320/DSCF0838.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TP7_LckJ4UI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DXwOXaC-Cdw/s1600/DSCF0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TP7_LckJ4UI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DXwOXaC-Cdw/s320/DSCF0015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TP7_aVr65II/AAAAAAAAAEU/k0Z-haLFxlo/s1600/DSCF0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TP7_aVr65II/AAAAAAAAAEU/k0Z-haLFxlo/s320/DSCF0027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TP7_pustTLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lWjylcfajU4/s1600/DSCF0061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TP7_pustTLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lWjylcfajU4/s320/DSCF0061.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TP7_4DXFDOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1WFnUJvyivg/s1600/DSCF0534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TP7_4DXFDOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1WFnUJvyivg/s320/DSCF0534.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TP8AGpGwbjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2l8-1R0sNaw/s1600/DSCF1001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TP8AGpGwbjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2l8-1R0sNaw/s320/DSCF1001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TP8AIl8fZqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/E5aBZ045Fko/s1600/37336_1393954481945_1024662519_30981265_3501976_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TP8AIl8fZqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/E5aBZ045Fko/s320/37336_1393954481945_1024662519_30981265_3501976_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been inspired and tis' the season! I am so grateful for Courtney Cook. I just think she is the definition of what a best friend should be. She always gives the perfect reactions to my pathetic stories. :) I know that she will always have my back when it comes to hating boys, venting with aggressive music, and laughing at far too inappropriate jokes way too late at night. I love that we can discuss and understand weird things no one else can discuss... like how we black out a little if we stretch too hard, and how some people (ahem...) make exasperated/orgasmic noises as they try to get comfortable to sleep. I am so glad she agrees to give gifts dressed in black spandex and fulfill my dreams of riding a segway.... and never letting me live down the fail of a lifetime. She has been my best friend since 6th grade and I know that we will be old lady friends with our canes, just as cynical as ever. She is so talented and she has so much love for everyone else. Courtney is so selfless. She is always trying to help other people and continually working on making other people's days. I think that is secretly her goal everyday... to make someone's day! Which is totally my pretend motto that I say I would like to live by, but my real motto is somewhere more like, how do I cause the least offense? I am so grateful to have a friend like Courtney! She is truly an inspiration. We can literally be cooped up in a house for days and never be bored. I know I will never grow old with her still living. I know we are super immature when we are together, and I just don't care. I will continue to giggle like a five year old with her just because we are so funny. I would not be who I am today without her! I love that we can go about a month without seeing each other, but when we get together again, it's like we were never apart! We love to sing and make up words together, like "Wyhena." I'm pretty sure we both still sing it that way. She even came to Warped Tour with me where we fell in love with The Rocket Summer and we noticed the most depressing thing of my life... a weird misshaping of my body. She is the only person that will ever know that... I hope. We both love nachos, so much! We have eaten way too many on our after school snackings. And I miss the times when we used to find plastic pieces in our ice cream and fry sauce... now they are normal. I just can't even put into words how amazing she is. She is the best and I love her. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-4074304078028511714?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/4074304078028511714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=4074304078028511714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/4074304078028511714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/4074304078028511714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-awesome-just-look-at-my-stance.html' title='I&apos;m awesome; just look at my stance!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TP70yw2K2JI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BXvf3xwnBG4/s72-c/DSCF0838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-5002305997444344461</id><published>2010-10-18T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T17:52:07.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are not a football team.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I finally had (made) time to read Mockingjay! I loved it. So much. I even wrote a paper for my Young Adult Literature class about being Team Peeta and how my discussion with my crazy sisters increased my enjoyment on the novel. I am amazed how much I BS my papers. I consciously think, "Am I really going to try and make this connection? Yep... it's happening." I like to add my flair to my papers with silly comments, but I never know if my teachers think I am funny or if they are appalled I tried to be funny. Just a small BS section from my latest paper,&amp;nbsp;             &lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;"I still have not found a way to enjoy &lt;i&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;, but that deals with my issues with romance that continually make me gag." Inappropriate? Probably.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I know that sometimes I am not a good person. Especially when it comes to trying to like one of my roommates. Sometimes when she talks to me, I just don't respond in hopes that she will end the conversation...with herself. She is always trying to steal everybody's thunder! Thus, we (other roommates, and adopted roommates) call her Bowser. Just like Bowser in the video game, she is always trying to steal people's stars. It is unacceptable. And sometimes, I get the urge to swing her by the pony tail. Bowser is quite fitting if you ever meet her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-5002305997444344461?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/5002305997444344461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=5002305997444344461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/5002305997444344461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/5002305997444344461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-are-not-football-team.html' title='We are not a football team.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-5914380651838328772</id><published>2010-08-31T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:50:10.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In lieu of homework.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TH3H1Xe9W-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ho7OyyQynyE/s1600/DSCF7014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TH3H1Xe9W-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ho7OyyQynyE/s320/DSCF7014.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This would be my partner in mime.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I should rather be doing homework since it is 9:30 and I have class at 8:00, instead, I will amuse the few people who actually read this with facts about my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;FACT #1: I do not think two-way stops are safe. Ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;FACT #2: People make up the lamest names for their Wifi internet. I currently have the options to steal Wifi from; "Why Are Boys Such Jerks?", "star wars" (I'm pretty sure that is the kid who rides the bus with me every morning and is in my lit class, who analyzes everything to Star Wars accompanied with his star wars shirt. My favorite being the one with Jaba the Hut, Jar Jar Binks, with some catchy phrase on the bottom. ) Oh and "we like dusty better". I don't get the last one. However, it is an option.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;FACT #3: I am actually starting to talk to people. I no longer care that I am grade A weird to talk to, I am now embracing it and making new friends. Yay!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;FACT #4: My apartment.... will do. I hate that my bedroom is right next to the swimming pool. I can hear all the terrible pick up lines and all the "rippin and a tearin" ha! No, not that. But that is such a terribly disgusting, funny video. Tosh.O. Look it up, fools.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I hate that I'm listing these as facts. They aren't really facts. Just a way to list my random thoughts, I suppose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;BULLET #5: I guess I could actually insert a bullet instead of typing it out. I like my classes so far. I am meeting people who are actually going into the same field as I am. SLP! It is becoming more realistic that I may actually someday graduate. Hallelujah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;BULLET #6: I need to find a new job! I wish I could find a job that pays more than minimum wage and has competent and respectable managers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;BULLET #7 the last one: I love my church. And I love that I'm finally noticing prayers being answered. Not in the way I had expected, but in better ways. I love that. I am so lucky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now is the time I close my blog entry. I will read some crap about John Locke, and maybe get in some A and P studying in for my test next week! Pray for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-5914380651838328772?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/5914380651838328772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=5914380651838328772' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/5914380651838328772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/5914380651838328772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-lieu-of-homework.html' title='In lieu of homework.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TH3H1Xe9W-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ho7OyyQynyE/s72-c/DSCF7014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-3160983855443081249</id><published>2010-08-11T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:38:44.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Echolocat(ed)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-535ad2fbcbaa3495" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D535ad2fbcbaa3495%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331723254%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57B00AF342BD58EF7EF4287115A3E7F472064B2C.847B410C3637DD75630DF797681BACC6A29BDBDB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D535ad2fbcbaa3495%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWxD0xX9fBqyx7VpLIh5Tu2zlXCc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D535ad2fbcbaa3495%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331723254%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57B00AF342BD58EF7EF4287115A3E7F472064B2C.847B410C3637DD75630DF797681BACC6A29BDBDB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D535ad2fbcbaa3495%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWxD0xX9fBqyx7VpLIh5Tu2zlXCc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song is super funny to me, therefore, I had no choice but to attempt my own cover. (I couldn't leave another post without a picture or something. I think it powers up my blog.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had a pretty rough day today and I thought I needed to share the stories while they are still fresh. After dinner today I thought my body craved to be worked out, but I left my tennies in Idaho. No need to fret! Running up and down the stairs barefoot and doing some muscle strengthening could totally fill the void of my Nike Zooms. So, I busted the jams (namely "Sexy Bitch" by David Guetta feat. Akon, it is really motivating to work out to) and started doing some yoga ab moves while also singing really loudly. Somehow, I forgot that my dad's wife, Shauna, was still in the house. There I was singing "I'm tryin to find the words to describe this girl, without being disrespectful! Damn girl!" And contorting my body into these moves that are supposed to strengthen your abs. When I finally realized Shauna was still at the house, I quickly finished my workout and my musical debut. I started walking back downstairs and threw my elbow back into the banister, or whatever you call that thing, the railing? That is so much worse than any stubbing of the toe I've ever had. For some reason, I tried "walking it off" (which is the silliest advice parents have supplied) and that got me no where. After about a good four minutes of a sustained pain in my elbow, it finally subsided to a dull ache. Now, it feels like I just got a tetanus shot in my arm. Yes-I am so whiney. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my little stair lap idea of a workout got cut short, I decided I might be able to tread water in the pool to satisfy my body's craving of exercise. I turned the outside lights on, but I was too lazy to walk into the bushes to turn on the pool lights. So in I jumped and started out by swimming around the pool for a minute to warm up to the water. I seriously think I could hear a really high pitched chirping noise while I was underwater, but it didn't phase me and my determination to tread some water. I was about to make all five feet of that pool my biotch. All of a sudden, a bat just comes and swoops on over and touches base on the pool, literally a foot away from my face. I freaked, of course, and thought it might just leave. But no. It kept flying up and swooping back down nearing the water. By about the third swoop, I just couldn't bear the thought of it smashing into my face. I swam lightening fast and jumped out of the pool to flood the house with my soaking suit. After I settled down, I was thinking about that high pitched noise. I really think that was the call of being echolocated by the bat. It is totally realistic all you none believers. Well, I hope tomorrow is a better day where I can avoid elbow slams and I won't be hunted by bats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good workout today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-3160983855443081249?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/3160983855443081249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=3160983855443081249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/3160983855443081249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/3160983855443081249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2010/08/echolocated.html' title='Echolocat(ed)'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-2006534072364791376</id><published>2010-08-02T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:26:49.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you remember?</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm losing my sense of humor. I'm laughing at things that I should be throwing sardonic remarks at! I need to work on getting my cynicism and humor back. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At work today I was sending out some of the bills and on the back of several of the envelopes it says: &lt;i&gt;Did you remember?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;1. To sign your check?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;2. To enclose your statement?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found it quite degrading. I felt like the company is doubting my common sense abilities. You are so not above me envelope man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to learn to be more outgoing, I am too young to be boring! I'm nineteen going on seventy-two. I come home from work, eat dinner, read a book. Someday, I will be cool. Before my teenage years run out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This lady that I work with, Dinah, asked me to babysit one of her girls, Mia, the other night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When the older daughter, Megan, heard that Mia was getting a new babysitter for the night she asked her mom, "Is she fun?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dinah replied, "Um, no, I don't think so."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; (Dinah says she said it so that Megan wouldn't want to come home instead of continuing stay at her Aunt's house. I think she may have been just being honest.) Anyway, after the babysitting gig full of dress-ups, puzzles, LIFE Barbie, and singing, Mia told Megan how much fun she had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Megan complained, "Mom! You said she wasn't fun!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking to my dad is never difficult. So easy, in fact, that it requires very little response. To prerequisite this, I want to apologize if it may be offensive. I think my dad and his wife might read this, so I just want to say, it is just a funny perk of my dad. When he asks me a question I can usually go into a long story to answer his question only then to hear the reply of, "Did you see that airplane? I think it was headed South!" Well I guess it's good to know that if ever I get into hard drugs or if I get pregnant that maybe he'll answer, "Wow! That sunset is unbelievable!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I am still just the bore of life here in Las Vegas. Waiting until I go back to school so I can blow all the money I've been saving up this summer. Ah, cheers to growing up and responsibility! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-2006534072364791376?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/2006534072364791376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=2006534072364791376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/2006534072364791376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/2006534072364791376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2010/08/did-you-remember.html' title='Did you remember?'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-2948813368500453202</id><published>2010-07-09T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T20:12:35.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Africa hot out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TDflDqAKUbI/AAAAAAAAADw/UPudz0qcBog/s1600/36694_1393954841954_1024662519_30981269_452685_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TDflDqAKUbI/AAAAAAAAADw/UPudz0qcBog/s320/36694_1393954841954_1024662519_30981269_452685_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492110121578942898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TDflDdnE-4I/AAAAAAAAADo/0IyrI9MPXTY/s1600/DSCF5004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TDflDdnE-4I/AAAAAAAAADo/0IyrI9MPXTY/s320/DSCF5004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492110118252510082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TDfchlE0hII/AAAAAAAAADg/HXptZaU7RVY/s1600/34103_402052320885_681800885_4521167_5558168_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TDfchlE0hII/AAAAAAAAADg/HXptZaU7RVY/s320/34103_402052320885_681800885_4521167_5558168_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492100740047733890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TDfchC7lwDI/AAAAAAAAADY/tGHAPBwqO_g/s1600/34103_402052305885_681800885_4521165_7703994_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TDfchC7lwDI/AAAAAAAAADY/tGHAPBwqO_g/s320/34103_402052305885_681800885_4521165_7703994_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492100730882211890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TDfcE1kTHYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UupzbpekE18/s1600/DSCF5007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TDfcE1kTHYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UupzbpekE18/s320/DSCF5007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492100246258523522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TDfcEc0_m9I/AAAAAAAAADI/dCj22CksSx0/s1600/34335_445993415329_688035329_6586400_1208778_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TDfcEc0_m9I/AAAAAAAAADI/dCj22CksSx0/s320/34335_445993415329_688035329_6586400_1208778_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492100239617661906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;UPDATE: &lt;div&gt;1. I went to Cancun! My family is the best! We had so much fun. I just need to point out that Missouri has turned my sister Sonya into a ghetto whore whom throws people. I was inspired by Daniel Tosh's "Surprise Trust Fall" at the pool in Mexico and I felt to urge to act on it when I saw Sonya near the edge of the pool. I was aligned perfectly to her and I trust fell (yes, I did just make that a verb) onto her. Instead of falling into the pool due to my momentous weight wreaked upon her, she flung me over her shoulder all ghetto like. I then was tossed to the concrete. I could not stand the embarrassment from the crowd at the pool, so instead of getting up I rolled my bruised body into the pool almost drowning from the laughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also went snorkeling which was super cool! ....If only I wasn't such a pansy.  I was scared of the fish swimming right up next to me. I mean, they are super cool to look at from a distance, but I don't like to touch them by any means. I yipped and squealed when I put my face in and saw all the fishes jumping right towards me. (well... towards the bananas that our instructors were tossing... which was right next to me) Our instructors thought we were hurt or something so they had to keep checking on me. I should not be admitting this. The more I write, the more I realize how silly it sounds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I moved to Vegas! (for a month and a half. Give or take) So far I've been having so much fun. My friend Courtney and I had an excellent first road trip by ourselves. We made music videos in the car to Goofy Movie's "After Today!" and Hercules' "Zero to Hero." Those weren't as cool as the process we figured to tape it. We first tried to just place the camera on the dash... but it kept slipping all over the place. We needed something for it to stick to. With 100 miles to go and no time to waste, we found the band-aid. Toy Story band-aid was so sturdy. It upheld the camera during all of our ridiculous takes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to most of the goods here in Vegas. Whilst on the strip, we saw terrible Woody and Buzz Lightyear characters. We took a picture with them even though we had to tip and Woody had boobs! Such a let down. We saw the Tournament of Kings and laughed the entire time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Courtney is gone. I took her to the airport yesterday and I was so nervous! I'm not used to heavy traffic and a big airport. But I did it and succeeded. After I dropped her off, I just thought "Wow, I have grown up so much from that experience." ha! My sense of growing up obviously is not maturing. Obama delayed Courtney's flight for an hour! &lt;the only="" reason="" i="" put="" that="" in="" there="" was="" simply="" because="" wanted="" to="" name="" the="" president="" of="" united="" states="" blocking="" courtney="" from="" air="" force="" 1="" her="" s=""&gt; &lt;/the&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am working at my dad's office for the next month and a half (give or take). It isn't too bad. Relatively (VERY) boring. But I am making money. Money. I need it. I do a lot of copying, faxing, sealing envelopes, etc... It's a lot like when I worked at that lawyer's office in Idaho Falls. Next Saturday I'll also start at Sears working one day a week so I can keep my job in Pocatello when I go back. I'm really hoping that I'll have saved a lot of money. Or at least I'll have money to go towards books and all that junk for school. Le Sigh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have high hopes for my little time here in LV. I'll be working an awful lot, but it will be a good experience. Best advice I received before moving: "Strippers make a lot of money there... stay poor."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-2948813368500453202?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/2948813368500453202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=2948813368500453202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/2948813368500453202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/2948813368500453202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-africa-hot-out.html' title='It&apos;s Africa hot out.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/TDflDqAKUbI/AAAAAAAAADw/UPudz0qcBog/s72-c/36694_1393954841954_1024662519_30981269_452685_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-1731713148343179574</id><published>2010-04-20T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:10:26.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>human of the year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/S84SRv4tXCI/AAAAAAAAADA/14jwcV06lgw/s1600/DSCF1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/S84SRv4tXCI/AAAAAAAAADA/14jwcV06lgw/s320/DSCF1013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462323494168386594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leigh and I got our hair did and our patience was definitely tested. We sat in the same seat for about three and half hours, then we had to strut our stuff for about another half hour. Sick. We are such great friends to our friends. When I see this picture I first think "Face!" Then I think "Raccoon!" Not that appealing.. at first glance anyhow. -catch the sarcastic tone in the text. Also, I've been having a Face kind of day. Somehow I kicked a pebble into my own face walking to class. I'm sure that looked weird to people who couldn't see the pebble and only my frantic stumble over the strange pebble that totally caught me off guard. Again, I opened the car door into my face which created a large purple goose egg on my feather. It's just been one of those Face Days. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so appreciate the musical genius of Regina Spektor. She is so amazing! I don't know if I can explain why I like her so much. I added the lyrics to some of her song "Human of the Year" at the bottom and I love it. I believe that if you recognize the musical genius of others, it makes you A.) Cool. B.) A friend. C.) Likewise, a musical genius. If any of you are into Pandora, the online radio thing, like me, then you should definitely make a Regina Spektor inspired radio station. It is THEE neat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dating life is so awful. I went from creepies such as Tarzan, whom text me the statement "Can go on date." Alright, I'm glad to see you made it to the states, Tarzan, but I see you missed your noun lesson as well as charm. He persistently called me about 4 times a day for a week. I felt bad after I laughed about how creepy he was because I heard that his dad was locked in a room that had just been painted for too long... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on to Creep II&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creep II works with me. I know you have all heard all about him already. Showing up at my doorstep without any acknowledgement, asking me to come meet his parents on the first date, telling me and everyone else that I'm the type of girl he wants to marry and that he is ready to get married. etc.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creeps III and IV I drove back to their ex girlfriends. I'm so glad I can help bring love to others. It's the special job in which God calls me. Maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;Calling a Carl Prejektorinski to the front of the catherdral.&lt;br /&gt;You have won, dear sir&lt;br /&gt;may i congratulate you first?&lt;br /&gt;Oh what an honour.&lt;br /&gt;Human, human of the year, you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-1731713148343179574?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/1731713148343179574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=1731713148343179574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/1731713148343179574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/1731713148343179574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2010/04/human-of-year.html' title='human of the year!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/S84SRv4tXCI/AAAAAAAAADA/14jwcV06lgw/s72-c/DSCF1013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-8943749040239998952</id><published>2010-02-18T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:57:45.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>essay test in 2.3 hours..</title><content type='html'>First of all, I went and had a "jam session" with the best looking male in our ward yesterday night. It was so great. He broke out that John Mayer like he was P. Diddy. His voice so angelic, his fingers so quick to make the chord. I just don't think I could describe how wonderful. Yay! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second of all, I have a test in a little more than 2 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Situation: Complete an essay test in 15 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem: Create a writing technique to avoid thumb pad cramping in those 15 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thumb pad has been having major cramps due to the continuous writing motion. I've tried almost every pen position possible. So far the one that works best is the pen laying on my thumb while my index and birdie finger grip the pen. It's a tough world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, I work 36 hours next week. So not fun! I wish I had more time so I can A) hang out with the John Mayer player. or B) work on my ukulele skills so I can compete with his brilliance. or perhaps C) Do my homework. or best of all D) All of the above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[I am working on my test taking strategies, I have two tests this week.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i'm&gt;&lt;/i'm&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would appreciate any strategies on pen gripping etc... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-8943749040239998952?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/8943749040239998952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=8943749040239998952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/8943749040239998952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/8943749040239998952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2010/02/essay-test-in-23-hours.html' title='essay test in 2.3 hours..'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-3177933185662760095</id><published>2010-01-24T16:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:56:05.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2NDM4MDk*MTEwMSZwdD*xMjY*MzgwOTYyMDYwJnA9Njk*MzAxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*1YmZlODZhZTQzMDk*/YjBlYjcyNjdmYTgxZGQyYWQ2MiZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; 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If you'd like to follow, it's called Just you and Me, by Zee Avi. &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-770cb57a583760d2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D770cb57a583760d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331723254%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23B1EEB0C32149B1756304073E0482B9BC8FCEF0.5AFF2FBB7E8ACC3DCC01401054D7D09E6FFA0E22%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D770cb57a583760d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsA3ah3sdP4IDDlNLDqvl60qrr5w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D770cb57a583760d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331723254%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23B1EEB0C32149B1756304073E0482B9BC8FCEF0.5AFF2FBB7E8ACC3DCC01401054D7D09E6FFA0E22%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D770cb57a583760d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsA3ah3sdP4IDDlNLDqvl60qrr5w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  It is definitely not perfected by any means. Just proof that I'm learning. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-6719063867593324371?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/6719063867593324371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=6719063867593324371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/6719063867593324371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/6719063867593324371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-all-those-who-didnt-believe.html' title='To all those who didn&apos;t believe.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-1230406823323974891</id><published>2009-12-06T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:22:36.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>decisions, decisions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SxxzQTv-YII/AAAAAAAAACY/fNsji0BkxuQ/s1600-h/DSCF0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SxxzQTv-YII/AAAAAAAAACY/fNsji0BkxuQ/s320/DSCF0974.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412327576209088642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eric Hutchinson is so amazing. We watched him in concert a couple weeks ago! He is so great. That's that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the home stretch for this semester! Then I'm off to Pocatello? (maybe, most likely) So, everyone be on the lookout for jobs in Poky! I have WAY too much homework left to do that is open in the window I'm obviously not looking at right now. I am thinking about cutting my hair, for a change, but I don't want the whole mormon bob thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-1230406823323974891?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/1230406823323974891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=1230406823323974891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/1230406823323974891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/1230406823323974891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2009/12/decisions-decisions.html' title='decisions, decisions.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SxxzQTv-YII/AAAAAAAAACY/fNsji0BkxuQ/s72-c/DSCF0974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-4466698727172941266</id><published>2009-11-18T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:52:43.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scooter and tings (not a typo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SwTJgBqDE3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/F5tQ1OOTFVs/s1600/DSCF0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SwTJgBqDE3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/F5tQ1OOTFVs/s320/DSCF0969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405667004789232498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is mostly for Tia, since he is out of the loop. I won a scooter! And this is it. I am a sponsor of Idaho Central Credit Union! Hence all the ICCU stickers and the coolest flag that flaps in the wind as I speed across the... parking lot (for now). Right now the poor thing has not had time to be ridden much. It also makes the other residents from my apartments a little angry because it takes up its own parking place where there's could have been. I think I'll just get a tarp... but I don't have money, so it may just stay there. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like everyone in my ward is about 24+ which is hard to make friends with. And no one gets my jokes! At least I have my job. I like everyone I work with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also rock at college. I didn't even read my psychology book for a quiz I had and I only missed one question (with lecture notes and the open book). Then, I didn't take the time to really study for my Cultural Anthropology test today, and I got a B. I read the material... but  I didn't take notes or anything and I missed 3 of the 8 lectures. I still hate college though. Everyone is lying when they say college is "the best times of your life." Lies, lies, lies. But, I don't think I'm doing very well in English. I have a lot of work to do in there by Friday! So I should rather be doing that then this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm definitely looking forward to Christmas... even though I probably won't be able to go home. I'm just looking forward to a break! I know Thanksgiving break is on it's way... but I still have a ton of homework to do on that break. Oh well. I am going to succeed. I will destroy. I will dominate. I am the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, I've been having the Barbie Princess and the Pauper song stuck in my head. Thanks to Mia's doll or Abby's doll. "I'm just like you, you're just like me, it's something everyone can see." "yes, I am a girl like you!" It seriously has been stuck in my head for the past year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-4466698727172941266?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/4466698727172941266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=4466698727172941266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/4466698727172941266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/4466698727172941266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2009/11/scooter-and-tings-not-typo.html' title='scooter and tings (not a typo)'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SwTJgBqDE3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/F5tQ1OOTFVs/s72-c/DSCF0969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-8037953435521842243</id><published>2009-10-04T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:22:02.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boise. So far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/Ssl_sYhChNI/AAAAAAAAACI/d13cjoKyudc/s1600-h/DSCF0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/Ssl_sYhChNI/AAAAAAAAACI/d13cjoKyudc/s320/DSCF0967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388978829597508818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/Ssl_r7Ts8aI/AAAAAAAAACA/MJf0y4JPw2E/s1600-h/DSCF0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/Ssl_r7Ts8aI/AAAAAAAAACA/MJf0y4JPw2E/s320/DSCF0962.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388978821756940706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/Ssl_reEqGhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W5Mggf-mhhM/s1600-h/DSCF0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/Ssl_reEqGhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W5Mggf-mhhM/s320/DSCF0949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388978813909211666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hokay, So, I am in Boise, Idaho. I haven't done much of anything at all. But in the first picture, my roommates and I went bowling. (at least it looks first to me). I made an artificial strike. Knocking nine pins down for a ten pin strike. Score! In the second picture, we were having a party for Molly. We (when I say we, I mean Lacey, my roommate) got Molly that really awesome picture of the Toy Story aliens. They are too legit to quit. The last picture is Kaleb and me paddle boating around. Aw. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stink at school for everyone's information. I like my job at Levi Strauss. Except for this week I will not like my job. We're changing the store and we have to do it after store hours. Yay for being at work until midnight and waking up for class at 7:40! I hope I survive this semester. I do not know where I am going to end up next semester. I don't have friends yet. But I do have two really awesome roommates. The other... well.... She just sleeps in the same room as me. That's about all we share in common. She is so good looking that people just stare at her everywhere we go. And all the guys she dates get so jealous... their jealousy is so cute though! One time she was wearing these short shorts when she was running and this guy in a van was staring at her in awe. All of a sudden, he rear ended the car in front of him. She threw those shorts away! They are dangerous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTE: the sarcasm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She really loves telling us these stories on a daily basis. I could write several blog entries on stories just like these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-8037953435521842243?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/8037953435521842243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=8037953435521842243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/8037953435521842243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/8037953435521842243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2009/10/boise-so-far.html' title='Boise. So far.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/Ssl_sYhChNI/AAAAAAAAACI/d13cjoKyudc/s72-c/DSCF0967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-6609163464009033843</id><published>2009-02-07T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:40:53.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SY5wLWgbg4I/AAAAAAAAABg/OjKquLsDuEk/s1600-h/DSCF0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SY5wLWgbg4I/AAAAAAAAABg/OjKquLsDuEk/s320/DSCF0726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300297151784125314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Quite honestly... I have nothing of importance to add. But, I need to procrastinate my senior project 8-10 page research paper. Biggest waste of my life? That has yet to be determined. However, my feelings for this junk are not happy. So, I'll keep wishing spring will come sooner than May this year. I have many ambitions this spring. I'm going to learn to golf, play crochet, ribbon dance, roller blade, learn the concept of working out, stop biting my nails, stress out LESS, eat better. (p.s. i've been thinking so much about my research paper that it bothers me that i'm actually going to leave this sentence, or lack thereof, not parallel. aka nerdy anal embarks.) High ambitions.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I felt like i wanted to add my 25 random facts. so i'm not numbering mine. but i'll type a sloppy paragraph looking ordeal of things i'm realizing. I really enjoy my laptop. :) i don't like wearing my pants all the way above my belly button. I seriously hate shopping. Everything about shopping makes me angry... minus the goodies i get.... but other than that; the crowds of people, the annoying/persistent/aggressive salesmen, the amount of money i have and had before shopping and after, the fact that i can never find what i'm looking for. I wish i was nicer. i think i have weird toes. i like hand-me-downs. i wish i could do my work. it would be great to find a picture to match this blog. impossible probably. Celery doesn't taste very good. Peanut Butter kind of makes it better... but you still have to chew it until you gag... or maybe that's just me. i have the gag reflex of a.... (insert analogy, please) I wish i was more friendly and had better social skills. dan and tia said they were worried that i don't do anything. hmm... My fingers dip. That's strange. I will miss playing soccer. I'm ready to get out of high school... but i'm not ready to have to grow up and pay bills and be responsible. I don't like my patch of short hair..mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That's what is on my mind right now. If anyone was wondering what that picture is... it was a substitute at our school on halloween. he's wearing a unitard thing. He's someone on star trek. i especially love his wedgie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-6609163464009033843?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/6609163464009033843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=6609163464009033843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/6609163464009033843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/6609163464009033843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah-blah-blah.html' title='blah blah blah...'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SY5wLWgbg4I/AAAAAAAAABg/OjKquLsDuEk/s72-c/DSCF0726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-1152846274430849549</id><published>2008-08-20T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:48:44.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>segway!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SKw2FcTSBnI/AAAAAAAAABA/cafWdUP2jE0/s1600-h/DSCF0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SKw2FcTSBnI/AAAAAAAAABA/cafWdUP2jE0/s320/DSCF0685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236619933849355890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend Courtney's dad rented out a couple of segways last night just for fun and asked if we wanted to use them. OF COURSE.. was the obvious answer. I felt all GOB ish racing through the Craigo's parking lot and then the park. I especially relished the moments when we were honked at, whistled at, and envy stared at. We were getting pretty good at the turning and going fast, so we decided to make it more challenging... grass. It was more fun because there was a lot of little bumps and divets in the ground. To be completely annoying, we then decided to pass people in the park going really fast. On about our third round of passing this huge group of people, I was going a bit faster than necessary, and knew I was losing control of the segway. Suddenly, I hit one small blemish and I was on the ground without a shoe and yelling after the segway. "SEGWAY WAIT!" I screamed as I put my shoe back on and ran after the scooter falling to its death. I attempted to quickly pull myself together and the segway and get away from the group of people laughing uncontrollably. However, much to my dismay, my good friend Melissa popped out of a car that had the perfect view of my eating of the soil. Also, to make matters predictable, I was informed that the group of people laughing were a lot of my good friends that just graduated. Well.. I ensured the possibility that I may not be forgotten anytime soon. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-1152846274430849549?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/1152846274430849549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=1152846274430849549' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/1152846274430849549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/1152846274430849549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2008/08/segway.html' title='segway!!!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SKw2FcTSBnI/AAAAAAAAABA/cafWdUP2jE0/s72-c/DSCF0685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-5718299273484462968</id><published>2008-07-23T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T16:25:30.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleaze and cheese</title><content type='html'>So we're in Boise looking at cars for Sonya and this salesman came to help us. You know...the greasy sleazy type that you imagine when you hear the word car salesman... yeah he was there. Fake tanned and shaved legs fully loaded. Gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier that day...&lt;br /&gt;we went to arctic circle to enjoy some ice cream with the kiddens. This dirty guy came in also to get a hamburger... yes i looked at his menu on the tray. Several seating areas were available in the gas station/arctic circle place, but, this direcTV dude came and sat (not kididng) about 7 feet away. Just watching us...occasionally laughing obviously the chuckle that means ,"oh yeah, been there, totally agree." I'm like seriously dude? You were not invited in our social gathering. By no means did any of us even resemble a gesture to come sit near us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy people of  Idaho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-5718299273484462968?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/5718299273484462968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=5718299273484462968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/5718299273484462968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/5718299273484462968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-here-we-have-idaho.html' title='sleaze and cheese'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-4239240632183830741</id><published>2008-07-01T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:14:55.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i get mad...</title><content type='html'>ok so leigh really makes me mad sometimes. I realize it takes two... blah blah blah. It's so true. Her and Derek. Those two make me so angry. They annoy me beyond reason and on purpose I know. Frequently i have to remind them to not giggle, kiss, cuddle... around me. Again i am my mother's daughter in the fact that romance is just lame. not my thing. But i promise all of you that i will never act the way they do. Anyway... a couple nights ago they were being so annoying! and there was a huge moth in my room. you know the type that like leaves a shadow even after you kill it and the body seems to like enlarge after each time you try to swat it. Yeah he was chillin on my wall so i gave it one good swak and it fluttered to the ground. I decided to put the dead moth on a paper and stuck it inside leigh's bed in hopes that she would sleep on the little nasty. Well either she slept on it and didn't notice that her clothes were smeared with moth guts and dust....or she threw it away and i didn't have to. which for me is a win win. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-4239240632183830741?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/4239240632183830741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=4239240632183830741' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/4239240632183830741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/4239240632183830741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-i-get-mad.html' title='when i get mad...'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-7368674453076425084</id><published>2008-06-01T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:59:30.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead butterflies NOT gmc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SENQoOKVtKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZjzFVEsEHyw/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207094246096876706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SENQoOKVtKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZjzFVEsEHyw/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew! i went to west yellowstone yesterday and we found this car grill or whatever you call it... filled with butterflies. this was just the zoom in on to see the intricate detail the butterflies were smashed into the holes. real cute. i'm not like "gmc is rockin amazing" or anything like that. i just thought the butterflies were funny. Reason to be in west yellowstone was because we went to the playmill for a date and watched Oklahoma. We were in the left side front row, and every time there was a make out scene... it was right in front of us! i couldn't quite decide where to look. do i look at them?... or my watch?but it was fun. it got over so late though! i did that nodding off thing you do when you get so tired. yes i did that on a date. quite embarrasing. wow my life has so much meaning. it consists of smushed butterflies, work, and juice. i've just been craving juice so i bought some blueberry pomegranite stuff. pretty delish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-7368674453076425084?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/7368674453076425084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=7368674453076425084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/7368674453076425084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/7368674453076425084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2008/06/dead-butterflies-not-gmc.html' title='dead butterflies NOT gmc'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SENQoOKVtKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZjzFVEsEHyw/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-5817371539221382204</id><published>2008-05-15T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:59:31.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Here We Have Idaho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SCzJl4f4vMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/TVR3iFXxRxY/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200753322364550338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SCzJl4f4vMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/TVR3iFXxRxY/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May 1, 2008 above. We had to scrape our windows and use the defrost in the car that morning. Real fun. Below May 2, 2008. We had to turn on the AC to keep our faces from melting off. Weather here is nice. We reached the 60s today May 15. Real Record Breaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SCzJmYf4vNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LEV9pJs1usw/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200753330954484946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SCzJmYf4vNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LEV9pJs1usw/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, aside from the poopy weather, life is pretty dull. I try to liven it up with some skateboarding, soccer, and making up my own answers for laffy taffy wrappers. Today my mom (mom for everyone reading this )was reading off a joke and it said, " What has a head and a tail but no body." A and P has definetly been helping me in life obviously because I answered, "sperm," yeah i'm my mother's daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-5817371539221382204?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/5817371539221382204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=5817371539221382204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/5817371539221382204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/5817371539221382204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-here-we-have-idaho.html' title='And Here We Have Idaho...'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SCzJl4f4vMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/TVR3iFXxRxY/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-4981597195036415611</id><published>2008-04-27T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:59:31.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bears are predators that are hungry. They will eat anything in their path. Even babies! they will eat your pretty little face off supid newslady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SBUXjSPSsVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5RvkZYyFcVo/s1600-h/DSCF0017%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194083640200573266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SBUXjSPSsVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5RvkZYyFcVo/s320/DSCF0017%5B2%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm. what do you think they mean when they say banana? I couldn't tell ya. This weekend I went to Salt Lake with my chior. We went to the mall and this is what it said in the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory. Awesome. At the mall, we saw some monks, a dude just a playin the bag pipe away, and rainbow tube socks, which i bought, and are my favorite article of clothing as of now. So that night we went to a fancy symphony thing called Carmina Burana. Like monk chants? Only one song I've actually heard from movies and commercials and such. Good performance, but they put up what the words meant because it was written all in Latin. So funny! Some translations of what words meant: she has a nice head of hair, Lord, please make him love me against his will, rosy-red lips entreat me, I want to steal her virginity, and the bishop drinks, the woman drinks, the pope drinks, the dog drinks......When i read those i just lost it!! I got the giggles so bad! I tried really hard to hold it in and at least muffle the sound, but at one point I did the elephant thing ya know when you're trying to hold in a sneeze or something but i comes out even worse! did that.. and my teacher who is called Mrs. B for a reason, was sitting in front of me... so being a normal person, i ducked down to try and calm down at least. Since i was laughing so hard my body started shaking and this lady next to me thought i was crying i guess because she grabbed a tissue and gave it to me. I didn't no what to do with it, if i should pretend i was crying, or if i should just hold it. So i wiped my eyes so that lady didn't feel stupid. Guess that was pretty dumb. Then this morning we went to Mo Tab. (from the wise words of sonya) it was good. There was like 6 memebers from the Chinese Supreme Court there too. whoa! and then afterwords, some people said they were david archuleta's neighbors and they started interviewing some of my chior friends about him. they will be on you tube. just wait and see. Altogether, good vacation.... of two days. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-4981597195036415611?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/4981597195036415611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=4981597195036415611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/4981597195036415611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/4981597195036415611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2008/04/bears-are-predators-that-are-hungry.html' title='Bears are predators that are hungry. They will eat anything in their path. Even babies! they will eat your pretty little face off supid newslady!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/SBUXjSPSsVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5RvkZYyFcVo/s72-c/DSCF0017%5B2%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-9111106491827389018</id><published>2008-03-16T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T13:19:35.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dates</title><content type='html'>So Friday was when I lied to that kid about going to a movie with my mom to avoid going on a pity date. But... I forgot that he and I both work at Best Buy. Super! I think that it would be amazing if my life wasn't awkward...but it seems as though that is what takes up the span of it. He usually comes up to the register and asks me how i am and such...but not yesterday! ha! Pretty sure Tyler won't be friendly to me for awhile! I do feel guilty for the most part, but then again, that same night another guy asked me out, Jason. (And he's actually a babe mind you!) It was really fun. For the family convinience...I'll go into detail.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Wal-Mart and each couple had five dollars. We had a mini competition: 1. smallest item 2. largest item 3. cheapest 4. most creative and 5. most items bought. Jason and i tied for first with the largest and cheapest item. At least that's what we figured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the blind date.... it's not worth writing no matter how interesting it may sound like something super awkward could have happened right? But nothing did. Just went to lunch and played a game. He paid though! yes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-9111106491827389018?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/9111106491827389018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=9111106491827389018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/9111106491827389018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/9111106491827389018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2008/03/dates.html' title='dates'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-2917355477659082982</id><published>2008-03-14T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T18:55:52.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soda spills and herpes...</title><content type='html'>Earlier today I was driving home from getting some food and i just thought i would put my drink inbetween my legs for just a few minutes while i arranged whatever it was. Anyway it was pretty full and i didn't realize that i had to drink a little off before i put it down. So it spilled all the way down my pants. In the back of my pants to build a formation of a sticky butterfly on my butt. Sick! I hate being wet, cold, and sticky. And i was the rest of the way home....I also hate waiting in lines. Pet Peeves. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up this morning with some herpes type cold sore on my lip. A. Grosso. B. Ouch! Even better, i'm going on a blind date tomorrow. In communications class our teacher was saying that people only have 7 seconds to impress someone on a blind date and the first date is truly only about physical attraction. In all ways...this date will be a disaster...also because of the fact that we're going with super annoying boyfriend of sister...and the sister too of course. Yay! Speaking of dates....I'm sick of pity dates. I think I must be the go-to nerd date. They conspire together i guess and decide, "Hey alli doesn't have a life and she goes with all my friends so i'll ask her out on a really boring date that will be a waste of time and money." So today i made up a lie that i couldn't go out with him because i was watching a movie with my mom.... But i forgot that earlier i told him that i probably was just going to hang out with some friends. Oh well mom's a friend right? Pah haha! Needless to say... it was awkward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-2917355477659082982?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/2917355477659082982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=2917355477659082982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/2917355477659082982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/2917355477659082982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2008/03/soda-spills-and-herpes.html' title='Soda spills and herpes...'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815785605485675711.post-8209389207884477936</id><published>2008-02-26T17:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:17:12.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anat &amp; Phys</title><content type='html'>So in my anatomy and physiology class we're now studying the reproductive chapter.....yay sex! I can't imagine a more awkward situation. I try to understand what I need to know for the test and hopefully move on from this chapter. But this one chick is a weirdy. She'll ask questions all hour that really aren't that important. "Where is the blankity blank located?" Honestly child... cool you're sexually active! Two thumbs way up! Why do you want to know what happens when boys get a physical. You're not a boy... nor do I think you want to be a boy. So I guess we'll have to squeeze by a few more awkward lectures... and maybe next time I won't eat a big lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815785605485675711-8209389207884477936?l=gardnerallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/feeds/8209389207884477936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815785605485675711&amp;postID=8209389207884477936' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/8209389207884477936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815785605485675711/posts/default/8209389207884477936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardnerallison.blogspot.com/2008/02/anat-phys.html' title='Anat &amp; Phys'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08473658782103878329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDPC87KhJoE/R8S7u_MbwjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/75v9tJFaRqU/S220/allison+snorkling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
