Why Should the Fire Die?

Why Should the Fire Die?
by Nickel Creek

why should the fire die,
my mom and dad kept theirs alive,
its early yet don't say goodnight,
i know you're tired you'll be alright,
you're shining still behind the clouds,
saying i won't figure you out,
it might be true but let me try,
and try and try for the rest of my life,
i'm not scared of being alone,
i'm just happier being confused,
beside the fire as long as it's with you,
why should that fire die,
my mom and dad kept theirs alive,
it's getting late she says goodnight,
and falls asleep i'll be alright

Scenes of awkwardness in the life of Allison

I tend to get really varied reactions to the fact that I'm in the military. Some friends of mine treat it like a long standing joke- calling me a paper-pusher, insinuating that it's not the "real" military and dragging up every stereo type available about Air Force reservists. Working for Congresswoman Bachmann has been the opposite end of the spectrum where my co-workers treat me as though I personally captured Saddam Hussein.

I'm not sure which end of the spectrum makes me more uncomfortable.

I like a boy

I couldn't stop laughing and yet I was actually really touched. Thanks barelypolitical. And I'm really proud of you 133rd and all the rest of the people, especially my friends and family who have served.

http://www.barelypolitical.com/bp-music-videos/episode/i_like_a_boy

I think we should make geography a mandatory class in highschool...

So yesterday I went to get my hair done at a salon near my sister's house. I had never been there before but was put with a young, blonde stylist who was fairly adept at doing hair and almost as adept at making small talk. We're chatting it up and our conversation went something like this:

ME: Yeah I'm being deployed next year but I'll be in Qatar so I'm not too worried.
HAIRDRESSER: Where's Qatar?
ME: The Arabian Peninsula.
HD: Wow, that stinks!
ME: Yeah but I can't complain. At least it's not Baghdad.
HD: Yeah, or Iraq!


Definitely the highlight of my day.

It's called mad skill people

When I was four years old, my uncle and his now wife Celeste asked me to be in their wedding. Accordingly, I got a new gorgeous midnight blue dress with matching shoes and was about as cute as curly red hair and huge brown eyes could make me. Proudly I walked down the aisle and made the flower girl look like an amateur. Oh yeah, Did I mention I was the ring-bearer?

Tonight my best guy friend from high school called. He is marrying one of my best girl friends from high school. Our story goes something like this: On the first day of 8th grade homeroom, conveniently held in the industrial tech lab, I met Travis. There were four of us girls there, all of us thought he was gorgeous, all of us were too scared to talk to him, I got up the guts, said hello and he picked me to be his new best friend since he had (over the summer) gotten ditched by all his friends. Throughout Junior High and High School I tried to set Laura and Travis up, according to the wishes of which ever one was in the midst of "He/She is the next biggest thing!" at the time. Our senior year, the three of us started hanging out a lot. Laura promptly developed a large crush on Trav and the next thing I knew I was suggesting that he take her to prom (also convenient because it enabled me to go with my crush instead of my best friend). Well, they've been dating ever since, got recently engaged and tonight Travis called me up and asked me to be his "grooms woman".

Only two weddings. Both in traditionally male roles. I am avoiding the "three-times a bridesmaid never a bride" superstition in a pretty revolutionary way. Brilliant.

Oh! A few more things!

1) Please feel free to add/change my story that I've got going on. Please don't leave me hideously jealous and awaiting 4pm.

2) I got offered an internship with the Bachmann campaign! So what if I'm not a real Republican!

3) I'm trying to branch out. I'm sick of writing jazz. If you want to help me (and man, would that be great)- please offer!

4 days down, 7 to go

One of the ways I survive work is to email my sister periodically throughout the day. Here are snippets of the last 4 days worth:

AMY: How's work going? Still having a blast?

later...

AMY: So much for loafing around!

Up to my eyeballs in bills to pay for the Gala (more fun than paying my own
bills, but about as dull as it sounds) and reconciliation paperwork (and I'm
not talking about racial/ religious/ any sort of interesting reconciliation
either).


ALLI: Work is lame. Let's write a
story. I'll start.

Once upon a time there were 2 gorgeous sisters...


AMY: Who were stuck inside on a really nice day in Minnesota, which is rare (the
nice day, not being stuck inside).

However, one sister decided to break free of the chains of work and go to
the Bibelot.

ALLI: The other sister was hideously jealous and anxiously awaited 4 o clock when
she could break the bonds of oppressive manual labor and parade into the fair
and crisp spring day.

Yep, that's about all I got son.

AMY: (after arriving back from Bibleot- a small knick-knackish store on Grand Ave)
Pretty groovy. I always walk out feeling like I wish I had more useless
objects around my house. I was sorely tempted by a poppy scarf, a set of
t-shirt shaped key covers, $6.50 chapstick called "Boss Lady," and also a
vegetable peeler shaped like a monkey, but resisted and purchased only the
gifts I needed.




By the way, I OWN on the forklift. If anyone needs something heavy moved and has in their possession a mid-size fork lift, well... yeah.

Manual Labor is killing my soul!

Ok, that's a bit melodramatic but for reals. Today was one of the 7 nice days that Minnesota experiences a year, weather-wise. I however, didn't enjoy it- not even a smidgen! I was stuck inside what has to be the dankest warehouse in our fair state. Then I drove 2 hours to get a passport only to be completely and totally thwarted by the fact that the US Postal service only sells "over-night mailers" at their "we're too insensitive to the working person to stay open until a normal hour" locations. Yeah, I'm definitely in my Allison vs. The Man mood. THEN I found out that I didn't get the internship with Norm Coleman. There wasn't an internship position open currently but they were very open to me "volunteering intensely". If anyone else is confused as to what the eff that means, then you are not alone.

This is lame. So I am currently jobless and totally throwing a pity party.

P.S Mom and Dad, little dogs suck.

Hello summer

School is finally done. After a grueling finals week and a sickness that I could not shake, I am in safe and sound and slightly better in Minnesota. Besides missing a couple of kids like none other, I am looking forward to an incredible summer. My internship with World Relief fell through but I'm looking to maybe intern with Senator Norm Coleman's campaign. I am also going to Paris after I leave Berlin.

Monday starts a 12 day work streak at the base that I am NOT looking forward to. I'm trying to have a positive attitude but man, I just want to curl up on my bed and sleep for about that long.

I'm going to Germany!

Dear all,

Welcome to the team of fellows participating in the Humanity in Action Program in Berlin.

We are very much looking forward to having you here soon.

In the Berlin program you will meet 9 German fellows and 2 fellows from Bosnia.

Best regards,

Antje


and wow, I can't freaking wait to leave. berlin and then an internship with world relief. this summer is going to be amazing.

I didn't like xanga anymore so...

I switched!