A Little Conundrum

Approxamitely once a day I walk by a vending machine in between classes.  When the vending machine makes a "vmhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" sound and flashes "Please Wait" every time I do so, I question: Whose brilliant idea was it to put a motion sensor on a vending machine?  (I actually thought I was imagining things the first four or five times this happened)  If an animal, person, or objext of any kind said "vmhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" at me I would avoid it.  Consequently I have never bought anything from a Stephens vending machine. 

Now this has been bothering me for some time, but I wanted to share with you because today I was walking down (steep, ice covered) stairs to get to the dance studio when the outdoor light flickered off.  I would normally think nothing of it, but every time I walk out past my dorm building to get to my car in the dead of the night the outdoor light blinks off.  Which leads me to the clear conclusion that the motion sensored outdoor lights are wired to work in reverse. 

No here's the final question:  WHO WIRED THIS CAMPUS?  If the lights blinked on and said "vmhrrrrrrrrrr" when you walked by they would scare away the creepers, and if the vending machines blinked off when you walked by then maybe someone would actually feel comfortable going near them. 

So there you have it. 

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On a different note, it is official, Sarah Reeter and I have officially conquered Stephens College:

Alright, so Sarah was admitedly a little more excited = P 

The Great Thaw

So.  There's all this snow outside right?  Well what if it were to all melt at once?  The streets would all turn in to rivers and then everyone could get around by gondola. 

Want to hear a funny story?  I sat through the entire super bowl.

The end. 

If you were Allison, how many doors would you run in to today?

Alright, let's count. 

1) Not paying attention

2) Pull, don't push. 

2) Push, but on the right not the left.  Wrong side.  Oops.

4) Because I had a chai latte in one hand and was putting on my glove with the other and the person in front of me let it go while i was defensless.

In my defense though, I went through a lot of doors today.  We had a poster run!   

I am going to run a poster to you.  Via the internet.  Which is really not running at all. 

Sweet.  Success.  No doors. 

Come come come.  I'm super excited.

Karma?

Let me tell you a story about karma. 

Last week I noticed that my honey bear was running quite low in the honey department.  I forsaw many peanut butter and honey sandwiches in my future. 

That evening I found myself in the lovely Stamper Commons.  If you are unfamiliar with the Stephens meal plan system, you pay (a very generous amount) to recieve "unlimited" food from the cafeteria - and you are welcome to bring in to-go containers. 

So I figure.  I could either (a) fill up a tupper ware with honey, using up most of a honey bear,  or (b) I could take a partially full honey bear and save the effort of washing a very sticky tupper ware. 

I chose (b).  WRONG CHOICE. 

I forgot the honey bear was in my back pack for a couple days, and when i realized i discovered honey all over my winter hat.  PROBLEM.  There was a blizzard the next day and I had no hat.  

But wait, the plot thickens.  I used the honey again today for the second (2nd) time.  I put it on a tortilla with some peanut butter, rolled it up, and then walked over to close my blinds.  Because what else would you do while eating a peanut butter-honey tortilla?

The honey drips.  All over the footstool of my cushy chair.  Well curse that!  Karma i tell you!

Here is a little Karma dude to illustrate the basic Karma principal. 

But I still have no intention of returning the honey bear.  In fact I washed down the first peanut butter-honey tortilla with a peanut butter-honey tortilla. 

So...

Last night I departed an 80s movie marathon with many lovely friends over at Roblee at midnight and then proceeded to play apples to apples with my Searcy family until 4 am.  At which point I was very slap happy.  And I believe Jessica had to walk me back to my room because I was so loopy.  But it was awesome! 

Then I woke up at 8 am.  For no reason.  What???????  I can't even do that on a day I'm supposed to. 

I sang Wicked music in the shower.

Then I spent today eating and doing not too much and writing a murder mystery with the lovely Emma Carter and Nicole Waldo.  And learning lines for the Warehouse Production of "The Young and Fair" - which i will now blatantly advertise to those of you who are not in it.  COME.  February 23-26th at 7:30pm. 

Mkay, blatant advertising over. 

So I work in the theatre, primarily organizing props.  I take pictures of funny prop room finds.  This is one of my favorite:


Look how happy all the little people are!


I will share more with you in the future. 

And now on to acting homework!  Avast ye scalywags onward, ahoy, argh! 

Blizzard!

So yesterday the city of Columbia, MO was brutally attacked by a blizzard!   Yeah.  A blizzard.  Since when has it ever blizzard-ed in Columbia?  Never. 

It was actually really fun to run around outside and feel rugged.  I came inside after taking Taffy out and I had snow all over me and I thought "I feel like I've been in a blizzard."  Pause...for 30 seconds...then my brain realized I was in a blizzard.  Whooot. 

Today the sun came out so i took some pictures of all the snow.  I am not sure the actual number of inches but I will say it is approxamitely two Taffy's high: 

Exhibit A

Aww, heck, Taffy is cute.  Here's another picture of her:

Snow boots! 

This person's bike got burried, but they probably won't be riding it any time soon:

Bikes!  And snow!

So yeah, a lot of snow.  No school.  A lot of boredom.  I just tap danced for awhile and my poor neighbors/the person below me are probably not thrilled about that.  But alas, it was neccessary to keep me sane.   

So that wraps it up, have a nice blizzard!