Should I go to TypePad?

Hm, I don't know if I should switch to TypePad or not. I'll try it and maybe be back...

Waiting Sucks

I think I'm going to be horrible in Purgatory (because we all know that's where I'm gonna end up!)

Sitting around all day, wondering if I'll be going upstairs or to the basement.

I'll probably pick my nails to the bone while doing it. That'll hurt.

But the lesson I learned today is that sometimes waiting is better then actually knowing the truth. What if the truth leads to an unhappy ending? As long as I don't know, nothing can hurt me.

But then why does it still bother me?

Waiting. We'll all go through it. Wheter it be a proposal or as boring as waiting for the line to move, waits are not fun.

So I guess all we can do is hope that the wait will be worth it. Because the only thing better then the wait being over is a happy ever after to go along with it.

What to do when a college looses your materials

To some, it can be the most devistating news. No, you weren't denied. They lost your materials. This has happened to me 3 times. Yes, 3 times. What can you do to keep your cool. Because after all, you don't want them to see you sweat:
1) Punch the person next to you in the face.
2) Cry.
3) Eat as much carbohydrates as possible
4) Cry some more.
5) Listen to angry rock songs
6) Cry harder darn it!
7) Exercise
8) Start an angry riot outside of admissions office
9) Cry yourself to sleep
10) Don't cry, you can't waste the moisture! (If you watched Arrested Development, you'd know that joke)

So that's it. Hope it helps, 'cause it sure ain't doin' it for me.

Self Hypnosis

Is it possible? I was wondering this today when I tried to block the annoying tour groups out. WikiHow says it's possible. Here's what they say:
Relax and Repeat your statement(s) to yourself as many times as you wish. And it should work. Will try and will report back to you.

And then it rained!

For 40 days and 40 nights! Ok, maybe not that long. But felt like 40 days of rain condensed into one day. When I went to statistics this morning, I thought "eh, not too bad." Even coffee lady said that it was pleasant. When I went to get food at Kimmel, still bareable. I think to myself "Self (ugh I hate when people say that to themselves), let's be ambitious and go to the gym.

And then Fate decided that I should not go to the gym.

I fought and went. And after smelling like a boiled hamster with a mysterious substance on my socks, I was met with the motherload.

Ligthening.

Thunder.

The motherload of all rain. The city was not meant for rain. It was built for sunny days and buisness men laughing and chatting about stocks and their affiars. But not for rain.

But after all of that, I still love the rain. It's like going swimming but instead of ripping off a skin-tight bathing suit, I get to rip off the skin tight rain boots!

Perks to working at the beach

• Sun
• Sand
• Tan
• $12/hr
• I get to write my book
• I get to read some books
• Water
• Did I mention $12/hr? ;)
  

Being Spontaneous

As of late, I've become a very spontaneous person. The reason why this is so incredible is because I am a very unspontaneous person. This is for 2 reasons:

1. I can imagine every possibility to how a situation ends. Nothing can suprise me so the action becomes planned.
2. I'm a writer, hence, I'm big on planning.

But no more! Fun Allie Beth is here to stay! Mainly 'cause I'm having too much fun to go back. When your spontaneous, you get to:

• Skip boring lectures to spend the day with your boyfriend (or girlfriend)
• Go to the Hudson River and see the Statue of Liberty!
• Discover Greenwich Village although you've lived there for the last 6 months
• And much much more!

I highly recommend being spontaneous whenever the opportunity arises. Trust me!

Tech Guys

And today's rant is on...tech guys

THEY ARE WHAT THEY SEEM!

So today, I was minding my own business reading in bed when *ring ring* Diana's phone rings. Mr., Computer-man is on his way in 5...
*I realize what's happening*
4...
*I run to the bathroom, trip and fall
3...
*Slam the door
2...
*Get in crouching tiger position
1...
Showtime

Now, I didn't actually see quote-quote techy, but I could hear him. All I could imagine was him pulling up his belly-high pants, holding his taped glasses in place and thinking of numbers as his brain screen saver.
And the best line he said was...
"I'm terribly sorry, those I.T. guys don't know how to communicate."
SAY WHAT!? I literally snorted at that.
But now I get the chance to say thank you! Thank you Mr. President Tech Guy! Because of your virginity, I mean, dedication to your job, Diana now has internet and i can blog again! So today, on National Make Up Your Own Holiday Day, I dedicate today to you!

No Internet.

I will be continuing this blog once my roommate gets her internet back. *tear* :(

Yoga

I've been having a bad spring break and I was in a funk. So I decided to try some yoga after dinner. And it worked! At first I felt like I was wasting my time, but boy was it de-stressing. Carly was laughing the whole time with my butt in the air. While I probably won't be earning a buff butt anytime soon, it did help me get my mood back on track. So I think I'm going to do yoga more often. I wish I was on the beach like that lady, but my living room will do. Oh now my butt feels sore...opps.

St. Patrick's Day Fun

And a Happy St. Patrick's Day to all you lads and lass(es?) reading here! Boy did I have a busy day! I got up at 6:20 and felt it was necessary to stand in the middle of the room with my hands on my hips, waiting to battle the evil darkness. Then my mom came in and asked why I was so strange. After driving her to work and spotted in my pajamas (which everyone in Smithtown has seen by now), I woke Carly up and away we went to get Daisy's hair done. And that's where the fun began! Not only did I finally get to go on the highway on my own, but I got to go on it with Carly screaming all the way. Then I discovered I left my money at home and had to go to the bank that was conveniently attached to a Starbucks. Latte please! And then luck be have it, I finally did it! Yup, I found a leprechaun. Ok, it happend to be an old man with a limp, but he looked like the guy with the pot of gold! It was very exciting! And then I saw a gang, almost got run over by a truck and got a nice shirt for my date friday. Yup, it was a St. Patrick's day for the books. Carly and I had a great time. It was nice. It was also nice for her since she got to cut school! Lucky :p

Top 8 Reasons to become a stripper

1. You get an amazing workout.
2. You get an amazing body from the workout
3. You get to work whenever you want.
4. You are your own boss.
5. Everyday is casual attire day!
6. No battling over promotions (because honestly, where do you go from there?)
7. It's been the oldest profession throughout history (well, at least prostitution has been)
8. You make a whole lotta money!

I finally did something right!

Yup, I finally did Creative. Without screwing up! I cut up my jeans and I made capri's! My goal was to make shorts, but as I was cutting, I was wearing the pants and I thought they looked good as capri's. If it gets warmer, maybe I'll be daring and cut them shorter! I feel like I got so much accomplished today! Hoorray! The only downside was making myself sick by eating too much pizza and spilling coffee all over poor Chris from my Statistics class. I felt so horrible for him! I can be such a klutz. One more day till Spring Break! Woo!

Rough Week

This week has been tough for me. I know everyone thinks that their life is harder then anyone elses and I would never say that mine is any more challenging. It's hard to sit by though and let my mom continue to treat me in this way. You see, she doesn't think I should be a writer. She wants me to be a doctor. Or a lawyer. Or something where I can be trapped in a nice sized pension.

She hasn't read a piece of my creative writing. Ever.

She just doesn't care. And I get that. I've never pushed it on her. Why can't she accept me? Could you imagine if I was to tell her something more shocking? She thinks I'm such a loser. I'm her loser daughter. Maybe my other sisters will make her proud. Because I never will.

Why is everyone hatin' on Jimmy?

So? Why is everyone hatin' on Jimmy Fallon? I mean honestly, when I first heard that Leno was being pushed out, I was pretty devastated. I had been watching Leno every morning at 5am (yes that's right 5am!) while waiting for the school bus to come. When I heard that NBC would be making room for him at 10:30, this eased the pain. Not only am I in college now and no longer have a bed time, but I can now watch more tv then ever before! Nothing ever really seems to be on during that 10-11pm spot. Is it prime time or late night? Seems to be the hour of in between. I personally feel it's the tv's way of saying to married couples "Go about your marital duties and when you finish, watch the news and then laugh it off into the wee hours of the night!" So thoughtful. Although that isn't entirely true- Anderson Copper: 360 is on. I love me some Anderson. My family doesn't understand my May-December crush on him, but then again, neither can I. I think I like the snarkiness. He's House, only without the cane and diagnosing sick people (except when he seemed to be dissing the Lohans!).
But I digress! This man is our new prince in the land of late night talk show hosts: ...Ok, maybe that wasn't the best picture I could find of him, but come on! It has my current residence on his chest! Score one for the Jimmy! Also, I'm following him on Twitter, and he's the nicest guy! A total sweetheart! 2 points team Jimmy! Woo! And finally, for the nice holy number 3,...(drum roll please)...He sings some really awesome songs. Honestly, have you ever heard some of his stuff!? It's pretty hysterical. I can't tell you the number of times I yelled at my sister "Get in the car!!!!!" from "Road Rage". And "Idiot Boyfriend" has pretty described every man I've ever met. If he makes a music video, I want to be the girl!Jimmy, if you ever read this, call me!
So now ends my rant on Jimmy Fallon. Please, Please PLEASE give him a chance! For me, or at least do it for the the incredibly adorable puppy!:

What happens when it snows in the city

Ok, the city is a bit more advance then that pic, but it's pretty brutal here. While everyone else and their mother got a snow day, NYU was open for business! Oh joy! I get another chance to discuss a book that no one read! It was cold and I was cranky. Real cranky. Oh when will summer be coming!? WHEN!?

Huh?

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Have you ever been given faulty directions? It really makes it difficult to continue being an important person. Or at least in my own head. So here's the backstory...
NYU is constantly sending out emails saying "Come get free pizza," "Get free candy!," "We're giving away a free kidney!" The catch? You just gotta show up! Problem: The BUILDING DOESN'T EXIST! The address given to me was 721 Broadway, New York, NY. There's an NYU building at 726 and there's a McDonald's. Just no 721. Just an abandoned apartment building. Could NYU be apart of a secret society that kidnaps unsuspecting college students? "I just wanted coffee!" Yeah, well you should've gone to Starbucks and paid the lousy $4.35!

First Blog Post! WOOT!

Oh, hello there! Yes you! The one reading these words! Hi! Thanks for stopping by. Let me introduce myself- Beth...Allie Beth. I've had blogs in the past, but they seem to be highly dilluded with nonsense. Something about ponies and the lock-ness monster. So here I am! starting anew. Kind of like writing on the first page of a new journal. Is there anything better? Well, that new car smell comes pretty close. I'll keep it short tonight since you don't want to hear (read?) me jabber on about myself. So once again, thanks for stoping by and keep reading *share with your friends!* And if you keep reading, you might even get to hear more about this puppy!: