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| 8/25/02 10:14pm. Hmm. I don’t think I want to have a site anymore. Or at least continue on with what I have. I’m not suffering from the “Oh god, no one cares!” syndrome that others have caught, temporarily – no, it’s mainly the fact that I just don’t feel like writing anymore. I went to Michigan for a week! Yes! But, I don’t feel like writing about everything, which is exactly the thing. So, maybe I’m just going through a phase like everyone else, but recently, I have been updating as much as I did in the beginning – it’s been declining since then. So, maybe this is it, and I can’t say, “Oh yeah, I have a website, too,” but oh well. I mean, I don’t like posting my poetry – in fact, I haven’t even been WRITING that much either, but anyhow, a lot of stuff has been happening in my life that I don’t talk about on this site – a LOT – and fuck, if I’m going to write about my life, I’d like to include everything, and I’ve become too introverted and private to do such on a public-access website that people I don’t care about and people I don’t even know can read about, just to satisfy their own curiosity about others’ lives. I don’t feel like being a website version of a reality television show. I don’t watch reality television. So, in forfeiting this website, I can now take time to write a personal, hand-written journal, or something like it, and no longer have to censor my true feelings, or omit major and minor, yet significant, details just so I’ll be comfortable with someone reading it. You people don’t know me. My closest friends, my “circle”, know me well, but not entirely. As is with all human relationships. My closest friends know those major and minor details. So, I guess I bid a final adieu to all you people that come here to read about me, I’m sure you all will “really miss me,” and sorry I can’t be here to cure you boredom. Not. 8/18/02 6:19pm. Leaving for my Michigan vacation sometime late tonight/early tomorrow morning, I believe. I had money, so I decided, after I dropped off my two movies at Blockbuster [AMELIE, which was FUCKING AWESOME, GO RENT IT NOW, and “Monty Python: And Now For Something Completely Different”] that I should get some candy or something to eat on the trip there, and around the state. So, after surveying the candy, I decided I wanted trail mix instead. It took me forever to find it, and in the meantime, I saw some rice cakes. They looked like a good trip food, so I got some lightly salted ones. Then I decided I wouldn’t get anything sugary at all – this is going to be a healthy trip, and anyhow, all sugar will do is add on some energy that I have to keep pent up, and also, I’ll get sick if I eat so much sugar, as would anyone. So, I got some organic blue sesame chips, saw a hot guy with curly hair and glasses, and we looked at the same time, twice, then I got some berry-veggie flavored Vruit [thanks Julie] and finally, some dried fruit. Only spent $10.71, so I’m very happy, although it was my money. Usually my mom is the one that buys trip food, but oh well, I got what I wanted, not pop, chips, and candy. I don’t know what I’m coming back exactly – I think Saturday night. Anyhow, I have to wash clothes and pack and whatnot. Oh yeah, and we had our garage sale this past weekend, and sold a lot of stuff. Adieu. 8/15/02 11:05pm. My schedule is as follows: 1. Academy College Algebra with Hoover 2. Academy Latin for “English Power” – aka Latin – with Longhenry 3. Academy AP Econ with McCoy/Academy AP Gov’t with Longhenry most likely 4. Spanish 5-6 with Greene 5. Academy AP English 5-6 with Longhenry Lunch 3 6. Wind Ensemble 7. Academy Physics with the obvious Mr. Keyzer So, I have a whole bunch of school clothes thanks to my mom, and $100 of school supplies thanks to my “just pick out the stuff and when I get there, I’ll pay for it – and don’t go overboard” father. And, in a couple days, I’ll be driving to Michigan for a week of vacation, though I’m not exactly thrilled, just content. My sewing machine isn’t working right, so my next skirt and Sarah’s skirt are on hold. My hair is really long, and my hair lady is booked full until I’m already in Michigan, so I have to really hope that she’s free next Monday or I’m screwed because it’s just so damn long. I’m working at On The Waterfront this year for Noah’s Ark, so on Saturday, from 3:30-8pm, I’ll be in the Country section, selling pork chop sandwiches with Sarah. I didn’t feel like it earlier, but today I decided I might as well help with the class cleanup on Friday, so happy happy. Tomorrow I have to get up around 8am to work at Noah’s Ark from 9-11, so I probably should go now. 8/8/02 7:32pm. Oh god, it was horrible. I was at the doctor today, and he decided I needed to have blood drawn to run some tests. So my tears started, because I was very scared, you see. Anyone who doesn’t know me in the slightest will probably not understand my aversion to shots, blood, anything that involves stabbing into my and/or sucking my blood out. And that’s exactly what the “Butterfly” – or what they call their smallest needle, which they use on babies, and which Sarah said takes the absolute longest time to draw blood because the needle is so thin – did to my right arm, as I lay on a table [because she said it’d hurt less, as compared to sitting as I was before]. So I felt it stab into my inner elbow, and stay there for about a fucking minute, and then she took it out [after saying, “I just have to fill up this second tube” – SECOND tube?! Jesus, am I a fucking blood factory?! I didn’t look at my blood, I stared at the wall to my side, and I told her not to let me see the blood or I’d throw up]. Then she bandaged the hole in my arm with a cotton ball and medical tape, and had to help me to the bathroom because I was in a cold sweat, dizzy, and incredibly nauseous. But of course - some stupid lady is IN the bathroom, so they, being the three or four nurses that were trying to help me, had me sit in one of their chairs in the office across from the bathroom, and got me some water, and then the lady finally left, so I went in and sat on the floor. I was lying there with my head on the door and my feet stretched out for a while, and when I came out, my mom was gone, but I knew where she was. I double-checked with the nurses and they confirmed that she had gone to get my sister, because both my mother and I drove there, and they said I couldn’t drive in the state I was in [and anyways, my doctor said that everyone gets ‘woozy’ when the get blood drawn, so back the fuck off]. And damn was I pale – even my lips were really pale. Some patient in the waiting room smiled at me when I went to sit down, like, “Oh, the poor girl,” and then some other lady was looking at me weird. A nurse came out, called me Sweetie or something, and I replied that I was doing ok. Then my mom came with Leanne [my sister who, much to my chagrin, is here on vacation to help with my mom’s garage sale] and Leanne took my car, as she’s done for the past week, along with eating my cookies that Jennifer bought me, the peanut butter things I bought myself, and all my lemonade. I went with my mom to Osco to fill prescriptions, and then to Mary’s Market to eat. Then I went home [it being only about noon] and my mom went to her house to work with Leanne on pricing stuff. So I’ve been here, as always, which doesn’t help my fragile state [and not because of the blood]. On Monday, I think, I was supposed to work over at Noah’s Ark, but I felt like hell, so I just called it, and most likely did nothing for the rest of the day. I’m working at Noah’s Ark tomorrow and Saturday, then going fabric shopping with Sarah so she can get an Alison-made wrap skirt. Things to do. Oh yeah, I already made two skirts with the fabric I got at Jo-Ann, and I'm in the process of making another one, and then one for Sarah. Like everyone cares. The Archives: July 2002 - June 2002 - April/May 2002 - March 2002 - February 2002 January 2002 - December 2001 - November 2001 - October 2001 - September 2001 August 2001 - July 2001 - June 2001 copyright 2002 by alison jean nichols changing lives [ha] since june 11th, 2001 |
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| June 11th, 2001 - August 25th, 2002 |
| As much as I DON'T want to do this, I have to: If you come to this site, either by searching for your name or by WHATEVER means, I'll have you know that this is the PAST. I don't want to delete my entire site because this was over a year of my life and I think it's understandable to other people why I wouldn't want to delete it. But, I AM changing addresses of sites and such in order to prevent people from coming here and from giving me hell for things I thought a long time ago. |