Yet another Top Ten...

Top Ten Things I love at this moment in time....

10. The fact that it's the end of the term

9.Journalism

8.Paychecks

7.My new kick-butt, boy friendly, job.

6.Itttttttttt'ssss a llllooooooongggg weeeeekend.

5.That includes Halloween.

4. EINSTEIN BAGELS! OH MY GOSH! SO GOOD! Spinach Florentine with whipped cream cheese. Who would have ever thought heaven could exist in a bagel?

3.Sadie Hawkins Dance. Not in Khaki pants.

2.Fippin' best friends ever. That buy me cheese fries.

1.Tonight. We're on a "Sadie Hawkins Spectactic Mission" fur real son.

The other day I was so stressed. I was in math, scared to death I had failed my history test. So Tisha asks me about it and I start to cry. No kidding. Then she starts crying, and Shawnee eyes start to glaze over. Then we begin laughing hysterically. But still crying of course. It's amazing what three hours of sleep can do to you.

Top Ten

Top Ten Things I've Learned This Week:

10. Putting Frito's in a Ziploc, and putting it in a Halloween gift bag is weird, but it's my Grandma.

9.Hard work pays off (or it will. Hopefully very soon...)

8.Complaing doesn't help. Crying does.

7.New Jobs are fun.

6.Having someone talk to you with no "intentions" is a spectacular feeling.

5.I'm going to marry somebody I know

4.Computers are STUPID.

3.I can't live without them.

2.Which came first, the chicken the the egg? Apparently Paris Hilton.

1. People are amazing.

My dream

Northwestern University's Medill School of Journalism has prepared students for rewarding and dynamic careers in the news media since 1921, teaching journalists to "write boldly and tell the truth fearlessly," as early Chicago Tribune editor Joseph Medill put it.
At Medill, a broad base of course work in the liberal arts is considered essential training for a journalist. Before enrolling in a workshop on reporting and writing or working for a newspaper, magazine, or television station, students study the arts, sciences, and humanities. "Journalists need to be able to understand and grasp the issues of the day if they hope to report them effectively," says Roger C. Boye, assistant dean at Medill. And what better place to learn about real-world issues than the Chicago metropolitan area?
In its teaching, Medill has always emphasized three fundamentals to media reporting: accuracy, fairness, and balance. "There is a right way, an ethical way, to present the news," says Boye. "More than anything else we want Medill graduates to have a strong appreciation that this is what good journalism is all about."

Sadly for me, my dream is being blown into giant chunks of old tuna.

Cha.

I think I write all of this more for myself than anybody else. It just helps me relax.
I got another job. I'm still guarding at Gene Fullmer, but as of today I'm working at WJ Middle. It was so weird being the new one. I've worked at GF for around seven months now, so I'm far from new. I've made lots of friends ya know? It's comfortable. I love that! I love that even though it's work we can still goof around and have fun. Cha know? :] GF has changed a lot lately with all of the "classic" people quitting. It's gotten a lot stricter I think, because nobody's there to boss the bosses. Jordan and Peter were great at that...It's still pretty fun. Not nearly as amazing as summer, but still. I basically only work the Monday shift now. Me, Tanner, Doogie (or should I say Collin ;) Sean, and Beth. There are a few people I wished I worked with more. Me and JD always have fun, especially when I laugh at him. Heh heh...Me and Tanner are homework fiends. What a job :)
So at WJ Middle I work with some pretty amazing people I already know. Steven, man that kid is awesome! Doogie works with me at both pools, so I get to see him more than enough (just kidding, just kidding!) Steven's older brother Peter. I don't know him too well, but well enough to know how alike the brothers are :] And then of course Jon. I haven't seen much of him lately though....
This has been quite the people rant. Pretty boring. and random.Oh well.

Our second issue comes this week!! I'm excited!!

"IS SHE HOT?"

I'm afraid I have a confession to make: Allee Does NOT know how to talk to boys.
Excuse my childish speech, BUT IT'S RETARDED.
OR maybe I am....
or maybe a little bit of both.

You want to know what I HATE?
Probably not, but I'm telling you anyway.

I hate conversations like this...
Boy 1 "Hey. sup?"
Boy 2 "Nothing much....but do you know so and so....?"
Boy 1 "IS SHE HOT?"
Boy 2 "Ummmm...well.....yeah."
Boy 1 "Who's working tonight?"
Boy 2 " I don't know...ummm some new girl..."
Boy 1 "IS SHE HOT?"
Boy 2 "Whatever yeah."
Boy 1"Hey look, there's a dead puppy"
Boy 2 "IS SHE HOT?"
Boy 1 "Yeah...whatever. Look, there's communist women dropping bombs!"
Boy 2 "IS SHE HOT?"

All while I'm sitting right there. Hummmph. I swear, I heard the phrase "IS SHE HOT?" at least ten times in twenty minutes. At least don't do it in front of me, okay boys?

I think I know who I'm asking to sadies, After all of that ranting, I shouldn't even want to go, but I'll survive. It's mostly a secret...kind of...okay, I'm a blabbermouth and all of my friends know. Technically though, they don't know HIM, so that makes me safe...but then again, if you knew my friends you wouldn't feel so safe...

By the way, I am perfectly aware that anyone in the world can be reading this, and I hope they am. Especially.....

I know things.

I like to think I know some stuff.

Like how a cell reproduces.

Like how Andrew Jackson went to Florida and killed some people.

Like how to use rhetoric in my writing.

But I really don't know anything about life.

I'm going to drop out of school and move to "Grensville" or something. With Tisha and Seth of course :) Tisha is going to be a musician and Seth, a ninja. I will be a hobo, but at least I'll be a happy hobo.

I was born to be a third wheel. Someday I'd like to progress to a two-wheeler.

Let's talk about stress

My journalism articles are not done...
I haven't even been able to do all my interviews...
and they're due tomorrow at 2:10.

I don't understand biology.
Exendo diffusioate ostasium.
Blah.

I'm writing a Christmas medley for the piano, but can't figure out a silly chord for "Mary did you know?".

I'm feeling anxious. I don't know what for, but I want to do something. Maybe I've been cooped up too long this weekend...

Done.

Tonight I made a conscious decision.
I am done.
From this point out, I am me.
I want to build myself up, so others can look at me and say "Wow that's great"
Instead of me building myself on others.

This is completely hard for me. The saddest thing is that it all stems from a guy. Really that's not sad but let me explain. I don't want to be the girl who's always planting herself in front of him to get him to notice. If anybody, boy or not, wants to be friends with me, it will happen the right way . I had an amazing summer, but one thing I regret now is spending the entire time trying to get what I wanted. This is something that's been brewing for a long time, and I think I'm finally ready. As corny as this all sounds, I just want to be me. Boys will be boys. They'll come and go until I find the guy I want to marry. I always have considered myself confident, but I'm working on more than just confidence based on others, because that's not really confidence at all.