I just got home from work. Considering I worked from 6 am till 11 pm, I should technically be sleeping now. But I'm not, thanks to a combination of diet pepsi, a convertible and some rather loud Good Charlotte on my ride home. Sometimes I think my attempts to keep myself awake while driving go a little too far. Subsequently I'm awake, and realizing that I have to be up at a decent hour again tomorrow. People always ask me how I can work so much, do so many back to back shifts and have only 6 hours overnight sometimes. I guess I just love work. Its not the money, though that's a good perk. Its more that it keeps me busy. Running around until I'm exhausted. You don't have time to sit and ponder the mysteries of life while there is someone else to check in, or a guest to get more toast for. No one questions if the smile on your face is fake or not, they don't care. Its easy, there is no effort in my work. Who doesn't like being constantly complimented on things they do? The only scary part is on those rare days when there is no work. When you've caught up on your sleep and your errands and your banking. Then there's no more excuses for not contemplating the mess you've left your life in. On those days I miss the Holiday Inn. They're like my family, except they don't fight, or bicker, or yell. My managers point out if I've made a mistake, and ask me to fix it. At home the mistakes are never as clear, and never as easily fixed. At home things aren't on a computer, they're in someone else's twisted mind. I can't fix what's happened because no one explains what went wrong in the first place. I don't mind if work calls in the middle of the night, it means that someone needs me. Its always nice to be needed, even if its just the Holiday Inn.
I'm not quite sure why I asked Kordik to start this for me. As most of you know I've been rather absent from group politics for the past year or so. I suppose I felt like yelling into the void, and writing my thoughts into cyberspace seemed like as good a place as any to start this. In all honesty I don't feel like going to bed yet, though I have to be at work at 6. So I guess I'll start off with the typical profile stuff. Those of you who don't know me will get apeek, and those of you who used to think you knew me will get an update.
LAYER ONE: On The Outside
Name: Allison
Birth date: April 26,
Birthplace: here
Current Location: My desk, staring at my own reflection in the window
Eye Color: blue/green
Hair Color: blondish
Height: 5'8"
Righty or Lefty: righty
Zodiac Sign: taurus
LAYER TWO: On The Inside
Your heritage: I hate this question
Shoes you wore today: white sandals
Your fears:I'm afraid of nothing except small children. and people from the south. I don't know why.
Your perfect pizza: deepdish with mushrooms
Goal you'd like to achieve: learn how to scuba dive. that's it.
LAYER THREE: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Your most overused phrase on AIM: hehehe
Your thoughts first waking up: where am I?
Your best physical feature:I hate these ones, if you say what you actually think you're being vain, and if you don't you sound goofy. Fine then, I guess my hair, but most useful in real life would probably be boobs or the ability to look pitiful
Your bedtime: between 9pm(I work early, okay)-5am
LAYER FOUR: Your Pick
Pepsi or Coke: diet cherry coke or diet pepsi
McDonald's or Burger King: subway, or kebabs(why doesn't this country embrace kebabs already?)
Adidas or Nike: Adidas
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: don't care
Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla
Cappuccino or coffee: both, I'm not picky when it comes to caffeine
LAYER FIVE: Do You?
Smoke: never
Cuss: yes, though I also tend to use odd words such as bloody and crum
Sing: in my car, constantly
Take a shower everyday: generally
Have (a) crush(es): kinda, but I get tired of those sometimes.
Think you've been in love: not sure
Like(d) high school: some was great, some sucked. In the end I think everything averaged out to a decent mediocre.
Want to get married: not so sure on this one anymore. I kinda like having my own space when I want it
Believe in yourself: once again, a vanity/ego stroking question
Get motion sickness: nope
Think you're attractive: In my head, no, but in reality I know how to use myself to get what I want from people.
Think you're a health freak: mentally, yes, physically, no.
Get along with your parents: my dad, yes, my mom, no.
Like thunderstorms: big yes here
Play an instrument: yeah, clarinet, and I've taken a semester of piano, and some random sax thrown in for good measure
LAYER SIX: In the past month have you...
Drank alcohol: yes
Smoked:no
Done a drug: not without a prescription...
Made Out:yeah, come on, what happens in Australia stays in Australia, right?
Gone on a date: no, been asked out, though
Gone to the mall: yeah, though I have shopping ADD and always end up just trying to annoy whoever I'm with by picking out crazy things
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: no, haven't had an oreo since before I left for Australia actually
Eaten sushi: No
Been on stage: not since last semester for band.
Been dumped: not in the last month
Gone skating: no
Gone skinny dipping: not in the past month...
Dyed your hair: no, never, I don't like it, too fake
Stolen anything: does being party to someone else stealing something count?
LAYER SEVEN: Ever...
Played a game that required removal of clothing: yeah, but i was sober and everyone else was drunk, so I dodn't have to remove anything
been caught "doing something�: yeah....
Been called a tease: yeah.
Gotten beaten up: the stairs get me everytime.
Shoplifted: again,does watching someone else do it count?.
LAYER EIGHT: Getting Older
Age you hope to be married: when I'm ready, probably never
Numbers and Names of Children: small children scare me, but naming kids after the king arthur legends would be cool, guenivere, avalon, lancelot. Though I guess you wouldn't want a kid named lancelot and his sister being named Guenivere. I don't think I've thought this through very well.
What is your dream wedding: very small, on the beach or on the ocean, but I really don't like weddings, and don't really want to be married.
How do you want to die: flying, literally, like out of a plane or off a bridge. The rush right before you hit the ground would be amazing
What do you want to be when you grow up: at peace.
What country would you most like to visit: I'd like to go to new Zealand, though more likely Italy or France
LAYER NINE: In a boy/girl
Best eye color?:not too particular, though really bright blue is cool in anyone.
Best hair color?: Dark, though I seem to have gone more for blondes lately.
Short or long hair:short, and a little curly
Height: anything at least 3 inches taller than me, preferably 4 or more
Best articles of clothing: either button down shirts or pants with lots of pockets
Best first date location: bah, who knows. Though a park is always nice
LAYER TEN: In The Numbers...
Number of drugs taken illegally: alcohol is about it
Number of people I could trust with my life: nada
Number of CDs that I own: no idea.
Number of piercings: 5
Number of tattoos: 0
Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: yeah, okay.
Number of scars on my body: considering my tendency to walk into things...
Number of things in my past that I regret: not much, everything I've done has made me who I am, and while that may be a very odd person, I amuse myself.