rifle paper co.

totally the cutest

rifle paper co.

Speaking of Not Posting In Ages

Have you guys seen my new blog?

It's full of posts.... over at

www.todayiluv.blogspot.com

i sure would love for you to follow me there!

Love, Allyson

Not Surprised

"Good morning Julia!

I'm emailing because I want to apologize for missing class again this morning (Tuesday.) It's killing me. I get my braces off in three weeks, and was scheduled months ago for a whole series of appointments for final corrections on my teeth. I didn't realize, til two days ago, that it was interfering with SO much if my class time with you, ESPECIALLY since I missed the first week if class, coming back from my summer work.

I know we talked oh so very briefly about this last week, and I understand that there really isn't much I can do in terms of make-up classes, but I am dying for any opportunity to keep learning from you, and the Alexander Technique. I would be more than willing to come to Miami University to sit in on any classes you might find acceptable educational supplements to the work I'm currently doing with you at CCM, or, even, do research and write some kind of paper as classwork. I'm mildly concerned about my grade in the class with you at CCM, but moreso just want to get my hands into anything that will further my understanding of the Alexander Technique.

Any ideas?

Allyson WestCCM Drama Senior, Tuesdays, 9-11 am"



Hi Allyson,

As I told you in the hallway, I contacted Richard to see what policies are in place and how he suggested I handle your request. His response was that I should stick to my attendance policies and that your grade should reflect your "lack of care in priorities and planning." At this point you have 3 absences which would give you a "C" in the class. Please make every effort to attend the final two classes or your grade will drop further. Much as I would love to offer extra time outside of class to all of you, my schedule at Miami prevents me from doing so. See you next week.

Julia

Boys in Dresses

Everyone in my department, mostly, is in final techs, opening weeks, or just one week out from their season debuts. In other words, everyone in my department, mostly, except me, is absolutely insane.


I've been dealing with it in an interesting way. While everyone is flying off the handle, I yell at them not to sit next to me, keep my nose in my journal, and try not to be such a sourpuss. I kinda try.

Not to make it any easier, the weather here in Cincy has been off the handle for the past two days. Today, especially, we're having thunderstorms and massive, pouring amounts of rain. Know what it's like in the Wizard of Oz when the storm is blowing and suddenly everyone is frantically running around trying to get the horses and cattle and pigs in the barn?

That's my class.

Except each of us is our own farmer, horse, cow, and pig.

Please, someone, pray for me. :)

Weird Things at CCM, Volume 1

1. My hair and outfit right now. Now doing it for me.


2. An alien mannequin.


3. Ben Cramer looking this good in a dress.

Zombiehand

Mikayla and I made use of our ten minute lunch break last a few Tuesdays ago, to run to her house above Clifton Natural Foods and get some soup. She got some soup, I ate my apple.

There's a lot of construction going on in Clifton right now. Yes, it's pretty annoying, but meh, what can one do? Well, one can certainly plan to leave for school earlier, or one becomes frantic and stressed trying to make it to 9 am Movement on time. One can remember to breathe through said metaphorical stress so that one doesn't show up discombobulated and upset. And one can certainly just recognize that construction exists as a way of improving and better-ing the world.

ANyway, Mikayla and I are paused, right up by the walk signal in the photo above, loving our lives and chatting away. We're both feeling quite posh, quite city-sophisicate, and probably looking pretty cute, too. Let's pretend Mikayla's wearing short black, military boots, and I'm in leggings and a tunic. Cuties!

We're waiting for the light to change, standing on a construction grate. You know when there are BIG, GIANT, GAPING HOLES in the road, and the construction crews have to place giant metal/maybe steel slabs over them so that cars and people don't tumult down into the expanding crevices? Yep, we're standing on one of those, completely oblivious to the world around us.

The walk signal changes, and we go. We step. We both look down, and we freeze. My breathe disappears. The hairs on my head stand up. Mikayla throws her arms out in front of her and we both jump centimeters in the air before our fight or flight kicks in.

There's a hand on the pavement.

Not only that, but it's moving.

A HAND.

A HUMAN HAND.

My brain cycles through fear, frantically. Within a millisecond, I've taken in the hand, the lack of body, the whole, horrible, morbid kind of reality that comes with seeing disjointed human parts.........and then.......the world starts......coming back into place. And I see the big construction man laughing his ass off.

And I breathe again.

Turns out, Construction Man A and Construction Man B have a plan they use CONTINUOUSLY on unsuspecting college students. B stands in the giant holes in the ground, shoves his hand up through the cracks, and just waits to catch simple, sweet, unsuspecting girls such as us off guard. Both A and B get incredible laughs from this.

Frankly, so did I. I love being the fool.

Happy Halloween Everyone!

Hey You

Hey you Loyal Thirteen Readers--can we get some comment action up in the heezy?