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So I've been off an entire week now and have succeeded in making two articles of clothing: a skirt and a cowl-neck dress. You may have seen the fotos on Phacebook of my summer collection, which wasn't necessarily this summer (I mean, there were 15 pieces- geez!), and actually only 5 of those were from summer 2010. Anywho, I will make it a priority to put my pieces into pictures, my pictures into seasons, and my seasons on Facebook. Real talk. I'm already planning out winter... There will be no fall. It'll be just like this year. Hot until middle of November and then BAM: cold.

Todd thinks my laptop's chewy.
I think Todd's chewy.

But other than that, no news. People don't realize how long it takes to make something, and make it look good.asssssszz

That was Todd's contribution to this post.

I have had a few weird dreams, though. And since I'm awesome and remember to write them down, I can now share them with you. Here are a few ones from this semester:

August 20- I napped for like an hour

I had this dream that it was the end of senior year and Beth and I were being silly. Someone was giving a speech, or at least trying to, ad then I'd sing the last part of America the Beautiful "from sea to shining sea" really shrilly. It was really annoying the speaker. So when he finished, I went up to the podium, but I was laughing already and some guy, who I think is George Bush Sr., tickles me from behind and so I get out the way, all the while thinking that later I'll be able to tell people that I was tickled by George H. Bush! (but it wasn't George Bush)

So after the assembly, we had to climb down four flights of stairs. But for some reason, it was REALLY hard for me. Everyone was already way ahead of me because I was hung up on this thing (??) I was tied up and remember seeing Beth walking away, but then I kept thinking what a great story this all would make, and slowly untied myself and made it to the stairs.

The tricky thing about these stairs though is that once you got to the bottom, it'd reset you to the stop, sort of like Escher's stairs, but not. So I think I tried to climb bottom to top? I got really frustrated and somewhere along the way I saw a rat hatching from an egg. It was scared of me.

So I finally made it and Patrick and I exchange words, about what I don't know.

Then I'm leaving to go home and I'm stopped by this guy Robert Lynch, who introduces himself. Note: at this point in my life, I do not know anyone by that name. So we're talking, and I say my name is Allison Jansen but I keep messing it up and it's that really awkward conversation that happens in a crowded hallway and you can't really understand what the other person is saying. I remember babbling about the guy in the Olympics with the last name Jansen, so he'll try to remember it, but he obviously doesn't care. I don't know why I just didn't say Allie.

Finally, I go to leave and he gives me a hand shake, and then like a side hug, and then wants to kiss me and I'm like NO!!!! So I run away to those blasted stairs again, but I make it this time, and then all of the sudden, I'm in Biff and Dan's living room/kitchen area and Cleve's there, and I tell them everything that happened. I think Lynch showed up again, but with Cleve and family there, I didn't feel threatened at all.

October 6

I had this dream that I went to church and Cleve was already there and he was standing in the back wearing only these ugly light blue swimming trunks. Like- no shirt or shoes. In church. I remember being embarrassed to be seen with him.

November 2

I had this dream that I was at home making dinner or something, and Caleb from work was there for some reason, and he spanked me. I can honestly say it's the only time I've ever been spanked in my sleep.

November 5

I had a dream that I was in the IT building with other Accounting Association people, and we were planning our social for the fall. Kaity Culberson (or someone who looked like her) suggested we do an African/jungle theme. I got all excited because I remember I had that tribal looking skirt, but then I got all sad because it was at home and I realized that I couldn't go there to pick it up because I wasn't going home between then and the party. *disappointment over a skirt*

December 16 I had this last night. The George Bush theme is starting to freak me out.

I had a dream that I was in a theatre watching this really epic movie with George W. Bush. This movie was like really epic- like Hamlet and Gladiator and all those types of movies into one huge one, and it was somewhere between 5 and 7 hours long. When there was 2 hours left to go, I thought, "Man- why would the producers put together such a long movie if it can only make so much money?"

George went to go check for his wife and left me with this letter/e-mail from Laura and here is what I remember from reading it
-Her flight was supposed to be coming in around 7:45-8

-Her plans about transportation

-How he did a great job with his "matri-d" speech (??)

Apparently, Laura wrote the speech, and he delivered it.

So when George gets up to go see where she is, I remember that the movie was at the part where an army of white horses is galloping across a plain with an aerial view, and I think, "Man! That's a lot of horses!" Some young guy comes up to me and says, "Have you seen my dad?" And, thinking he was George's son (even though I know George Bush doesn't HAVE a son), I pointed to George walking away. The guy follows him, and then turns around and gives me a scathing look and a head shake. Apparently, George wasn't his dad. Shocker.

And that is all for now.

Some dude with whom my dad works is having an open house with food. So we're going in about an hour, which gives me time to internet shop (eBay!!!). I'm kind of at a standstill with my new projects because I'm not quite sure how to do button holes, and I don't know if I should use a regular needle with the sparkly stuff.

Yeah, I'm going to start wearing sparkly stuff.

Oyster crackers,

T.T.