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Name: Alison
Country: United States
Metro: Chicago
Gender: Female
Interests: God, my violin, EIU, writing, my journal, this thing (aka... my blog), GOING ON ROAD TRIPS, eating what I cook, Gospel Music, old movies, and so on.
Expertise: Just being me!
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  altheweirdone
Member Since:
12/17/2005
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| Me... and my emotional rollarcoasterI don't understand. I've never been this emotional in my entire life. It's been this way for about a week and a half. I'm tired of it. I want to go back to old me and want to enjoy the sun shine and be able to smile. I can't even describe how I feel right because I'm not sure I know. Maybe I'm scared, maybe I'm overwhelmed. Maybe I'm both. Who knows? I certainly don't.
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| Grrr....I've never seen myself as an emotional person. The only time I ever cry is when things are really bad. I didn't cry when my parents said they were getting a divorce. I cried four months later when I was home for Thanksgiving and things had gotten so bad at home that I seriously considering about going to my grandparents house. It was a very stressful week and the holidays are supposed to be relaxing not me wanting to jump out a window to escape all the arguing. Parents who are getting a divorce should never live in the same house. It isn't pretty. And then along comes this amazing guy and I turn into a mushy little love glob. We go out on a date and I'm so nervous that I forget to say thank you when he hands me the bouquet of flowers he bought me. I just kind of stare at them and I knew they were coming too. My friend Beth doesn't keep secrets very well. I was ready to go an hour early and I'm usually running late.
I had a lot of fun on this date and then 3 weeks later we finally become "official". I still give him a hard time about waiting three weeks. I was listening to a song and it made me cry. It was a love song and I really liked him and I was really upset that he hadn't said anything. EVER! It drove me nuts. I was actually planning on talking to him about it and being like "What are we?" But he got to it before I could.  . Then recently I've just become an emotional basket case. It's ridiculous. This is me being brutally honest and I'm not particularly proud of the whole basket case but I miss him. A LOT. Whoever said that distance makes the heart fonder should really be slapped because distance made me CRY! So last night I had just finished talking to him like I do every night and I was listening to "A Song for You" by Michael Buble, which will someday be his ringtone. It's hasn't been quite three months since he got his first ringtone and I wait three months to change out my ringtones. And all of a sudden I get all emotional and I start to cry because I miss him.
I just never thought I'd cry over a guy. Oh well... guess there's a 1st time for everything.
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| I am so fed up!I'm not going to lie. The university court apartments are nice. I mean after you live in a residence hall for a while, having your own kitchen and bathroom is nice. It's not a community bathroom and you don't have to wear shower shoes. You also don't have to worry about the BSW's being in it when you need to take a shower. But I have never been so frustrated with my living arrangements in my entire life. It's been one thing after another and I finally thought that all the frustrations were over, more pop up. Every time I turn around there is something else that is wrong.
The lady who runs University Court is not the nicest lady. I'll call Dorothy (that's not her real name) but I'll spare her even though she hasn't spared me. Every time I go in there, it's a grumpy "What can I help you with?" She doesn't smile. She just glares at you with those beady eyes. But that's not even the half of it. My roommate and I go in to ask about signing a lease and she asks us a couple of questions. We reply no and she snaps "Well, I can't help you. Come back later." So we get the necessary things together and come back. She seems a little more affable this time but then when she asks how many weeks we're staying for, I can't tell her because I've never taken any summer classes and didn't think to count the weeks. I didn't even know how long the classes lasted for. I just knew I was taking two and needed a place to stay. Then she snaps "How am I supposed to figure out the rent if you can't tell me how long you're staying?" She doesn't offer to help even though I had my summer schedule with me. She just sits there and stares at me.
I went from feeling like an adult to a two year old. No one deserves to be talked to that way. I wanted to cry. My roommate helped me figure out the weeks and then we sat down and she made small talk. She asked us how we knew each other and what residence hall we lived in. Then she gave us paperwork to fill out for the electricity and water. We filled it out and she made us list of things that we needed to bring back (driver's licenses/security deposit and so on). So I bring mine back by myself and she makes the copies and I ask about moving in and she says "I need to prepare your leases. I'll send an e-mail when their ready."
The e-mail never came. I never heard anything from anyone. Until I called 2 days before we were supposed move-in. The lady says grumpily, "You never came into sign your lease. It included the date you were supposed to move-in." I about exploded. I told her that someone said they would contact us when it was ready to be signed. Then she retorted that "300 people came into sign their leases." She made it sound like it was my fault that the lease wasn't signed. I was afraid that we couldn't move-in but she said we could sign it before we moved in. So we go in to sign the lease and she prints off leases for the four week session. Ever since the 1st time we went into see her, we told her that we were staying for the four and six week sessions. Then she remarks "Are you sure? All my notes say that you were staying for the four week. Did you change your minds?" No, we didn't. We told you from the beginning that we were here for 10 weeks. I even watched as she wrote it down. Once again, she made me feel like I was five. It's so demeaning and I just wanted to get out of there. We also have to fill out the paperwork that we filled out on our 2nd visit again.
They give us this paper that gives us the number to call to change over the electricity to our names. My roommate says that she'll take care of it. I fill out the water dept paperwork and they copy my drivers license and social security card. I fill it all out and I figure that's the end of it. I thought that they would take care of changing the water bill into my name. I also thought that was the last time I would have to deal with Dorothy. I wouldn't have to be treated like I'm stupid anymore. Until now. The electricity company messed up the electric bill and we were only charged for three days. So I have to run by the office tomorrow and pick up the the rest of the electric bill. My roommate says that the water bill should be there too. I'm afraid that she'll make some ridiculous remark about how I should've gone and changed the water bill. I'm sorry lady. No one ever told me that I had too. NO ONE! It's not my fault that no one informed me that the paperwork I filled out twice counts for nothing. If someone had told me to go change the water bill, I would have. I'm not irresponsible. I would have gone and changed it that day but no one ever told me. And now I have talk to the evil lady so will make me feel like I'm stupid. 
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| Swimming pools...I am really tired. It's mostly from working out for about 2 hours. I couldn't tell you how long I worked out because I lost track of time. I know I left my apartment sometime after 3 and didn't get back until around 5. Being healthy is good and all but I think I work out to keep myself busy. It gets me out of the apartment for a few hours. I usually go to the rec center and work out for a while and then go to the pool. I love to swim. It's very low impact and I usually feel great after I go swimming. The only problem is that I left my goggles at home in Schaumburg so I've been swimming daily for almost two weeks with no goggles. It's amazing how important they become when you don't have them. I never wore goggles as a kid because I never saw the point. I mean I'd go to the local swimming pool and by the time I was 12 I could stand up in the highest point in the water and have my head above the water. Plus, there were so many people that you couldn't wear goggles because half the time you couldn't swim anywhere. It was more about the slides and the water playground than anything else. You didn't go to the pool to swim, you went to play and go down the slides. There was also this cool sand pit area that only kids under the age of 6 could go in. I normally snuck in with Kristin and we'd just have a great time digging in the sand. I can't imagine how sanitary that place was with 40+ kids running around in bathing suits with very little parent supervision. Some of the parents didn't even watch their kids. You could have 5 year olds shoving sand down their suits and the parents never even know until they got them home and bathed them.
I suppose I was lucky to live close enough to go to a pool oasis. I mean some of the local pools around here are nothing more than a cement hole in the ground with some ladders. These are also the pools where the kids can't jump into the pools and the best thing to do is just stand in one place because then the lifeguards won't yell at you. I also remember that I would sometimes lay out in the sun just to copy Tracie. I mean she was older and wiser so I figured that something good would come out of it. I only laid there for about 10 minutes because I got bored and wanted to go play in the water. I think for kids under the age of 13, they are programmed to play all the time. I wonder if we let them play all the time what they would grow up to become. Once they get into junior high, all play time is sucked out and they have to "grow up". Never tell a 13 year old to grow up, they're only 13! People should be told to grow up when they're 20. But now I'm rambling. So that's it for now.
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| Tears for the missing...I cried for you today.
I cried because I miss you.
I cried because I hate missing you.
I cried because I didn't know what else to do.
I prayed for you today.
I prayed that God would keep you safe.
I prayed that God would bless you.
I prayed because I didn't know what else to do.
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