July 2009
190 posts
Portions for Foxes by Rilo Kiley. This song has to...
So, like you can see, I finished my paper. Ok, well, I turned it in. I still had a page and a half to go, but my teacher said it was fine. And, I got an A! All that stress for nothing. Well, actually I need it. Much like Lintilla in the second Hitchhiker’s Guide radio series (basically in the future people had no stress and had to create it because it made them more effiecent). Go figure. I...
This color combination reminds me of a New England housewife… but I like it.
June 2009
136 posts
Study abroad paper
What I found most surprising about our trip were the small things that made me feel like a foreigner. Not speaking the language wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be. It was easy for me to communicate with people, even if they didn’t speak English. It felt like everything was backwards, and even over the eleven days I didn’t quite adjust. Door handles that looked like they should pull open...
sexmusic:
ceremony // new order
I love love love...
Big Love
If I were ever going to become a polygamist, I would want Zooey Deschanel and Jenny Lewis to be my sister wives.
Why am I so crazy? I must really not want a relationship. Anytime I’m confronted by that option, I stop talking to the guy. Ok, not even confronted, my spidey senses tell me that they are nice guys who would like a relationship with me, they are a little too eager, and they kind of repulse me, so I ditch them. I like fucked up assholes. I lust after them. It’s just like, please, hurt...
Mmm, the delicious taste of truth. →
I have this idea for a steak house, where they just play footage of cows being slaughtered on a loop on big screens all over the restaurant, and you eat your bloody steak while watching. I also want my dining room filled with taxidermy animals, so my dinner guests can stare into a deer’s eye as they eat their meal. I only clicked on this ad because it said “Meet your meat!” and...
Smart Women Have Better Sex →
I have a high emotional intelligence, and I’m pretty awesome in the sack.
I think I was the only person to ask for anything of his. I just wanted a shirt. I picked out on that was a very typical one he’d wear. As we were leaving I realized there was some of his blood on it, and that made it even more special. Grandpa was always bleeding on everything. I was looking at some pictures, and he was wearing his dog tags (not military) in each one, and I was thinking...
The memorial for my Grandpa was the hardest. We had to be there from 5:00pm to 8:00pm, staring at his refrigerated, waxy, dead body for three hours. Then we had to say 50 Hail Marys for each decade. I couldn’t, tears were streaming down my face and I was holding back sobs. My 15 and 16 year old cousins held my hand. I remember when I used to comfort them. The next day we had to go to the...
I’ve decided when I die, I want my friends and family to wear t-shirts that have my face on them, and say “Allison Fischer’s Funeral Weekend 2077” (or whatever year I meet my demise) on the back, and under my face, I want it to say “I put the FUN in funeral”. I should write this in my will.
Sweet Tea Vodka →
I want this at my birthday party. I know, I know, I know, I’m not allowed to have vodka, and with good reason. But… I love it. And I love sweet tea. And it’s my birthday.
It’s strange how someone who you once trusted and who brought you so much happiness can now terrify you.
George Fischer Obituary →
Titusville George K. Fischer, 86, died Sunday, June 14, 2009 at Parrish Medical Center. He was a retired NASA engineer at Kennedy Space Center, beginning his career as a research engineer in the aerospace industry. He was most proud of his work in high speed bearings, with multiple papers and patents to his credit. He was a dedicated and loving husband, father, and grandfather. He was very active...
WatchI love Jenny Lewis.
“It’s not about music. It’s about what you look like.”
– Vince Noir
