but blogging is platinum…
whatever. it was funny to me.
in any case, i’m moving this weekend. thus, this week has been pretty hectic. i’ll try and catch up with blogging on sunday, my day of REST. no, no, i’m not god…i just think i am. w00t!
hey, on a high note, i did my first ever bolder boulder and finished. okay, i did 18 minute miles, but the whole point is that i finished!!!!!!
double w00t!
having a few issues with comments. the friggin program won’t let me approve some comments from you, my fair readers. i think i may have figured it all out.
ok, fine. i also deleted a few by accident when my damn laptop became possessed by the devil.
really, i swear…things will get better. please continue to comment, i love getting the feedback and the insight into my readers’ twisted minds. just curious if any of them are as warped as mine.
=)
here’s the issue:
i have a very runny nose. it runs and runs and runs like a leaky tap. i should own stock in kleenex. i am a drip. literally and figuratively.
combine that with current episode of house i’m watching that mentions "nasal pruritus". yes it’s as disgusting as it sounds.
so, runny nose + nasal pruritus = allison has a tumor. sure, why not. pfft.
maybe this little jump of runny nose to possible tumor can be attributed to a) getting up and working out at 5:30am b) working until 7:00pm c) too much tv and internet exposure d) general paranoia aka hypochondria e) a,b,c & d.
either way, hugh laurie is my kind of guy so i won’t stop watching house anytime soon, despite the paranoia. to the trolls who say "oh, you know him only from house, you have no idea the depths of hugh laurie you damn american girl". i say "ha!". i loved him from fry and laurie AND black adder. dry english wit makes me all crazy and happy. i KNOW, weird, right?
hey, now that i’ve covered my obsession with my nose and hugh laurie (don’t worry, an eddie izzard essay will follow at some point)
let me update you on my life, ’cause you know, if it’s not all about me, then it just isn’t fun…pfft
i’m moving. this makes the sixth time in three years. let me do the numbers for you: six moves/3 years = 2 moves per year or one move per six months on average. yes, it’s crazy but change is good, right? right!?!
even after the chaos in my life…you know what i’m concentrating on right now? my visit to dino and jim this weekend and then the cure concert i’m going to with abel and co.
srsly, how much better can life possibly get?
oh, there’s ALWAYS a way life can get better, silly.
such as, you ask?
such as a commercial that doesn’t irritate the CRAP out of me. in fact, it kind of makes me happy the way this commercial used to.
and that, my sweet darlings…THAT is the end of my post.
weddings…
let’s talk about WHO is getting married…
oh yeah…that is EVERYONE.
okay, maybe not EVERYONE.
just like a billion people.
or, six people in my life.
such as…
heather (yay hedo!!!) - june
karissa - september (fine, this one is only an engagement and the wedding is in 2010, but whatever)
amanda - october
nicole - october
kristin - november
jackie - december
so what. i’m a damn drama queen. that’s okay.
don’t get me wrong. i love my friends and am very happy for each and every one of them.
i’m just…you know…a little bit jealous perhaps….but still a little bit rock and roll, dahlings!!!
so the group got together to say…well…"bye-bye"
we all survived the night…(um…barely…)
"When two people decide to get a divorce, it isn’t a sign that they "don’t understand" one another, but a sign that they have, at last, begun to."
-Helen Rowland
As of April 9th I am officially divorced. I was married for 7 years, 7 months, 5 days, 22 hours.
Mart has run off to London to be a rock star. Nope, not joking. Going to miss that crazy man.
Punkin y Mart circa 2003
