I have something like sixty pages to read for my English class and a paper to write on those sixty pages, all due tomorrow, but instead of starting that, I find myself sitting cross-legged in my room, wearing policeman shades--because all officers of the law wear the same sunglasses (this is why I could never be a teacher. I tell such lies!)--listening to endless versions of Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros.

And it feels really wonderful.
My whole weekend has been rather lovable, and that is something hard to comprehend.

Last night, I had this moment of complete bliss. I have lots of good things in my life, but I rarely feel happy.
I could feel it everywhere, and it was only a combination of tiny little good things that made a massive good thing.

Have any of you watched Veronica Mars?

That is another major distraction!
I watched the first season in three days, and I decidedly love it. I am hoping that the remainder of the series stays as awesome, but I am also hoping that I don't try to sneak a few season two episodes before I have finished my mounds of homework.
Temptation is a bitch.

Roommate is out of town, a combination of longweekend/lovedone'sbirthday, so my mother came down to keep me company.
She said to keep me from being lonely, but I know that it was the other way around.
We went to a restaurant called Buffalo Wild Wings--
I'll Google that to check if I got the name correct--
I did!--
where I admittedly rolled my eyes in the parking lot, because I always get taken to these sorts of places even though I don't eat meat, and therefore do not care about their wings, no matter how wild they might be.
But, you guys, I crown every restaurant with a veggie burger king and/or queen of my heart.
It's like, 'They care! They want me to be happy! They are giving me options!'

Alison's Top 5 Veggie Burgers:
1. Ruby Tuesday's
2. The burger my mother made, mimicking Ruby Tuesday's
3. The on-campus cafe Jazzman's
4. Johnny Rocket's
5. Buffalo Wild WIngs

Any seasoned veggie burger connoisseur would likely have much to disagree with. But these are such the best. The key is to be just as filling as the real meat but not actually taste anything like it. Because real meat is disgusting. There is a reason I do not eat it.
There are many reasons.

I saw Going the Distance with Mother, and I decidedly like it more than I thought that I would. My mom and I are of similar Drew Barrymore-Justin Long fangirl attitudes, so it probably should have been expected.

I am a major Jenny Lewis fangirl. She released an album with Johnathan Rice last Tuesday, and it reinforces the knowledge I have that if I ever met her, I would likely just vomit fangirl all over her shoes, and she would shift away from me as quickly as she could manage.
There was this time that I was standing next to Jason Boesel, the drummer for Rilo Kiley.
And let me tell you.
Never had I felt more like a fifteen-year-old.
Also, he looks like he's five foot seventeen.
And I am not.

I finally found out that My Tennessee Thomas (Tennessee Thomas is the champion for everyone) actually was the drummer for The Clash at Demonhead.
How many times have I thought I recognized someone in a movie, completely forgotten about them, and then been reminded a month later.

Alison: she's always on the top of her game
except when she's not.

After a tiring day, I find myself not doing homework. Oh, Alison, why so lazy?

I have judged after experiencing one of each of my classes that I like all of them but one.
In fact, I sort of hate my Spanish class.
The hatred began after five minutes.
I suppose it's good that I only have it two times a week. I don't think that I could deal with three servings.
For those of you in the know, this next sentence is going to shock you. You are not prepared.

Mr. Bernstein was a better Spanish instructor.

Oh, boy, I know. I am also shocked. HE had a sense of humor.
But we're going to find a bright side, right guys?

I am in deep need of the Order of the Phoenix audio book to comfort me.

I made a present for Kamie.



I think that this would make a marvelous series, so I will probably even correct the skin tones on this at some point.
Not that I am implying that this is photo-shopped, because this is totally real.

That is Rupert Grint holding a dragon ball.

But, yeah, I really didn't know what I was doing; Roommate was incredibly helpful.

Did you all have fun blogging this month, even if you didn't manage every day?
Just because the month is over does not mean we shall stop, though, right?

My first day of classes were easy-going. I quite like the three professors of today's classes--though I think that my philosophy teacher is going to make me cry at some point. This is not the sort of thing I can explain. I mean, I find him immensely amusing, but I can also feel imminent tears.

My languages are tomorrow. These are usually my strong points, but we shall have to see how they go.

Based on only one day, I have concluded that I quite like having late classes. It is relaxing to spend a morning drinking coffee and browsing my websites.

The cafeteria was doing some weird, inexplicable music thing at dinnertime, so my roommate and I ate at the cafe where I ate one of the best veggie burgers of my life (top three, easily), but more importantly, where we invited to join the Montevallo Organization of Gaming.

I am not a very good gamer.

But when we were approached by the happiest looking boy I ave ever come across, asking us, "are you into gaming?" I had no choice but to immediately answer, "gaming is my life!" because I Needed to please this boy. That smile had to stay.

Instead, it grew bigger.

And he gave us two fliers to join his gaming club that meets on Tuesdays and Thursdays and lasts "until the cops shut us down."
What have we gotten ourselves into?

There was a dorm-wide meeting at which we learned that there are anti-rape classes and that roommates have had some serious problems.
We were given this survey about how we, as roommates, would handle ourselves; and it was very fortunate that Caitlin was in charge of writing the answers, because I would have written the weirdest bullshit possible if I'd had that pen.

Have any idea for decorating The Magic Fridge?

Something magical has been happening.
I have been sleeping.
My mind goes crazy for a half hour or so after the lights go out, but then I'm out, too.
Since classes don't start until tomorrow, the whole thing has felt more like being at summer camp, rather than some epically important education situation. Only at this summer camp, you don't get punished for not participating in scheduled events. I have felt so anti-social this weekend. Hopefully this was not a standard for the future. I have been the most comfortable when hanging out in the dorm room.

Daunting to be beginning classes tomorrow. I think I made my work load too heavy, but I doubt I'll drop any classes. There will be a period about 3/4 in during which every sentence I utter will be a complaint about being stretched too thin, but I'll manage because I always stretch myself too thin.

The Internet connection here Sucks. It took me six attempts to get the LiveJournal window to load, and the worst site to approach is the university's website. I am going to freestyle tomorrow, and guess which classroom is where I belong. There is absolutely nothing flawed with this plan.

Now, every time I try to use the Internet, I end up flipping my computer the bird.

I love myself
I want you to love me
When I'm feeling down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me

I don't want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself
I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no

You're the one who makes me come running
You're the sun who makes me shine
When you're around I'm always laughing
I want to make you mine

I close my eyes
And see you before me
Think I would die
If you were to ignore me
A fool could see
Just how much I adore you
I get down on my knees
I'd do anything for you

I don't want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself
I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no

I love myself
I want you to love me
When I'm feeling down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me

I don't want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself
I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no

I want you
I don't want anybody else
And when I think about you
I touch myself
Oh, oh, oh, ah

I don't want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself
I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no

I am moved in onto the campus, living dangerously and at large.

Now that I have seen three episodes of Criminal Minds, I believe that I am going to be a terrible parent, conceiving that every flaw in my child will result in he or she becoming a serial killer.
'Arthur wet the bed? Arsonist! Arsonist!'
There is probably some reason I've never watched crime shows.
I think they are unhealthy for me.
But I also eat too much chocolate, and I Know that is unhealthy for me.

Nothing can stop me!

Classes don't start until Monday. We shop tomorrow, we panic on Sunday. All good fun.

So far, I have learned that college-thrown parties are far too loud.
I am going to be at all of the tiny gatherings with light music playing or with groups geeking out over something geeky.

I need to learn dance moves that were not covered by the Wiggles.

This is coming from someone who spent a month learning Lady Gaga dances.
But I can't just whip out those moves! These people aren't prepared for the ramifications of my groovemachine!

And on the subject of dancing, I am pretty sure that I am about to watch The Rocky Horror Picture Show, so this will have to be continued

At a later date.

I completely forgot that there are these things called blogs yesterday.

So tonight I will try to post the longest, most beautiful, most gorgeous wizard of a blog.

Very quickly, this will happen. I am in a hotel room and have limited blog time.

Mother is watching Big Brother. I remember the first two seasons of this show. It keeps the same concept.

We did stuff around the school
--moved in half of my stuff (I was supposedly the first student on the campus allowed into her room before classes start. This is possibly an honor.)
--found out that I don't get to do work-study (boo!)
--changed my meal plan (I hope. I have to find out if my change has been accepted)
--met Future Roommate (who will have to be reannointed Current Roommate tomorrow) and her mother (whom my mother liked which is kind of a big deal)

yayday

I did not have enough time to sew beanie babies all over a dress, so I am just goingto throw whatever I can out of the clothes I brought with me for tomorrow. It is going to go really well. Really well.

I still have a large amount to get packed before tomorrow morning when we leave for Montevallo. So once again, you receive a gift that is brief.

I watched the first episode of Glee's second half of season 1 tonight, and it has inspired me to make the announcement that I quite liked the second half of Glee.
A lot of people online have complained about it; I have heard tell of it sucking.
But I liked this season a lot.
Hello, Madonna, Dreams, Theatricality, and the finale--I liked all of these episodes.
I just needed to get that on the Internet.
Now that I have,
Public service announcement over.

For the people who have asked me, season 1 of Glee is being released on DVD on September 14, and the second season premieres September 22.

Hopefully, this will now make me forgiven for not knowing every time you asked me in the past.

Today was my last day knitting at the shop for a long while. I took pictures, but my computer never uploads video or pictures anymore. You can shame it if you like. How about a really detailed post soon, 'kay?

Ellen is currently on the road to Ohio, and tomorrow classes start for most of my friends. What an exciting day!
I still have an underwear drawer to sort through. How daunting.

Today I did more packing and finished knitting my first pair of mittens.

I have all of my skirts and dresses packed ('cause I'm a girl durrhh), and a good deal of tops, but tomorrow I get another equally large suitcase for the rest.

Oh crap.

Everything is going o explode based on the sheer amount of stuff.

My dorm room is going to be bigger than my current room. Yes. But I will be sharing it, and really, I have not an idea of how everything is going work out.

But good news! Our friend Carie is driving with us to the campus, so my belongings are going to fit! Good miracles that be, I thank you.

I got a care package of epic proportions today. It was overwhelming; it was exciting. My aunt sent so much food and girl-supplies that I give it a five-happy dance review.

My mittens are pretty cool. The left hand is completely Gryffindor, and the right hand is completely Slytherin. This was not the chosen path, it is what the yarn purposefully chose to do!

The water heater was fixed today, so I am going to take a shower now, and it is going to be perfect.

Tomorrow is my last full day in town for a long while. (probably.)