I have this wicked mad urge to read Animorphs again after talking about it in a sort of "dammit I refuse to let my childhood go" comm.
I really need to make a new LJ account for talking in comms. This old thing is lametastic.
Yeah, I am afraid that someone sometime will randomly stalk my LJ and go "man, this chick is lametastic. And has posted nothing but surveys since October 2007."

So let's start over. Hiiii. My name is Allison. I am 19 years old, as Canadian as peameal bacon, and I am in school for genetics because I hate myself.
I am short and so pasty-white that it was real easy for me to fake sick when I was a kid.
I like to write a lot. I participate in NaNoWriMo every November since 2005. This year I plan to write a story about the extinction of the dinosaurs and how it was brought about by nuclear war.
Or biological, I'm not sure yet.
Either way the troodons did it.
I have a boyfriend with whom I have been since February 20, 2006. He is much taller than me, and looks to be about 25 years old (though he is the same age as me). By contrast, I look about 15 (though that has been slowly getting better) and as such we get some very strange looks sometimes when we go out together.
I am one of those nerdy-nerds who actually does scientific research for fun. Things interest me, ok?
I keep a blog at http://slumblebee.blogspot.com and use this LiveJournal for commenting in various comms, and also for filling out surveys. You know, those incredibly stupid, tedious time-wasting questionnaires that all ask the same questions about how tall you are and whether you prefer apples or oranges? Yeah, I am crazy-addicted to them.
I run Ubuntu 8.04 and Windows Vista. I hate Vista with a fiery passion and pretty much only allow it to scum up my computer for Sims (and for SPSS, which I also hate but is an evil necessity for school-type things).
I am not the proof that Linux is not just for geeks.
When I grow up I want to be a nuclear operator, and have two mutant babies who will be raised by my loving househusband who will cook me food and allow me to be the man of the house.

That is me in a nutshell. (Also I like cashews.)

And now for yet another one of those stupid surveys.


( I honestly don't even know why I do these. )

( I live. LJ Sucks. )

So yeah, I'm pretty sure I've said this before, but this journal is now defunct and more or less serving as a vehicle to soothe my Stupid Survey Addiction.

If you so desperately wish to read up on my current antics, check out my new blog:

http://slumblebee.blogspot.com

Or add me as a friend on Facebook under my Real Name. If you don't know it then I don't want to add you anyway. :]

Well that wasn't shocking at all.

( Survey of course. )

And, because I feel like humiliating myself:
I'm on YouTube.

Stolen from girlboyfriendpseudocheatedonmewith but I don't want her to think I'm like stalking her or something so it's going here.
(FTR: I'm really not stalking her, I'm just so incredibly bored that I facebook creep... a lot...)

( Everyone should play BioShock. )

( Final time + bored = survey. )


Stolen from a couple different sources.
Yeah, probably only gonna ever update this thing with surveys that I don't wanna Facebook. Deal. =D

Well, I don't have class for another two hours and just plain don't feel like doing my Pile of Homework™, I shall make a post. Yay for me.

Going back home for the first time tonight. I am a bundle of apprehension. Is apprehension even a word? I don't care for I am not an English major. Anyhow, it's pretty strange. I want to and I don't want to.
At any rate I cannot wait until class is over. This is probably the only time I'll ever gripe about having late classes. If only I'd picked morning classes! Then I'd probably be DONE by now and would be en route to that place where I live three months out of the year! Woe!


Naaah.


I guess I should talk a little bit about being here, huh. Hm... I like it. :D Honestly, being on a science floor is hilariously fun. You get drunk people talking all scientifically about the way their body is metabolizing alcohol.
...no, I am not kidding. That really happened.
I've made friends, just a couple but if you know me you know I like it better that way. And in a flurry of OMGZBIGCHANGES! I suddenly dropped all my lifelong convictions and...
get ready for this...
you ready?
I...
fell in love...
with...
the Xbox 360.

Yes, you heard me right. I, Sony Fangirl Numero Uno, decided that I absolutely cannot survive without a 360. Luckily there are several guys on my floor with them, so my BioShock addiction can be pacified somewhat. I guess the heartbreaks of the PSP and PS3 sort of nudged my abrupt change of heart. It still feels wrong, though... dirty. Blasphemous, almost. I mean, I've been furiously anti-Microsoft since the day I learned that they were making a video game console of their own.

But enough about that. Um... yeah, I'm just writing to fill up time. Here I am working my ass off all the damn time and then when I finally get a moment of spare time, I don't know what to do with myself.
Ok, so maybe it's technically NOT actually free time, as that Pile of Homework™ refuses to disappear on its own, but dammit, I've been all about the homework this week and my brain is just doing some sort of mutinous thing.
My brain has been mutiny-ing a lot lately.
It's kinda weird.

This weekend I'm getting a new computer, exactly like my current one but with a blue lid and Vista. Booooooooooooooooo Vista. I am NOT looking forward to getting Vista AT ALL. Hopefully I'll be able to downgrade back to XP.
If it were up to me I'd still be running 2000, but that's a whole nother can o' worms.

Well I don't feel like writing in this stupid thing anymore so Imma stop now.

To put it in the simplest terms, I suppose, my heart has been broken in a rather savage way and I've no idea how to put it back together.
We now join your regularly scheduled LJ-hate already in progress.

I fucking hate the internet.

Goodbye Livejournal. Fuck you.

It's all over, and it's all right.

Dear Xbox 360,

I FUCKING HATE YOU.

No love,
Allison.

Dear Brain,
You just picked the absolute WORST time to decide to burn out.
I demand you get your brain-y ass back in gear immediately.
-Management

Dear Grace Kelly by Mika,

Please stop stalking me.

Kthxbye.

1. School = can't wait for it to be over.

2. Letter to the Ontario College of Art and Design:

Dear OCAD,
See the spaces on the outer edges of my lines of text? They're called margins. You would benefit to learn how to use them.

P.S: On a related note, cut-off letters != cool artyness. ESPECIALLY NOT WHEN THEY ARE USED ABSOLUTELY EVERYWHERE YOUR SCHOOL'S NAME IS MENTIONED.

3. Cupcakes.

4. Gaining weight. ):

5. What I learned from my physics project:

i. Duct tape really can solve all the world's problems.
ii. Physics sucks.
iii. Murphy and his law are death.
iv. My new philosophy on life: if it works, I don't give a shit.

6. So not ready for university.

7. Still don't have G2.

8. Still don't have a job.

9. sucksucksucksucksucksucksuck.

10. Can't think of a 10.