So I put some new stuff up on Etsy. You should go check it out! And, better yet, buy something! And then tell all your friends to go buy something!

My little Etsy shop!

Water is falling out of the sky! Un-fucking-real.

My latest creations:

( t-shirt recons )

Okay! They're up on Etsy! Go buy one!

www.gooseeatfox.etsy.com

Let's see if this works.

( An l-j cut! )


UPDATE:

Haha! Take THAT, technology! You like that, don't you? Yeah, you do.

imacaddict6218 (11:10:55 PM): boobs are always good
vulpecula6 (11:11:00 PM): yes
vulpecula6 (11:11:02 PM): yes they are
imacaddict6218 (11:11:09 PM): you better think they are
imacaddict6218 (11:11:14 PM): I mean, you have them and all
imacaddict6218 (11:11:21 PM): if you didn't think that, that'd be odd
imacaddict6218 (11:11:26 PM): like me renouncing my penis or something
imacaddict6218 (11:11:34 PM): DAMN YOU FOR BEING AN OBSTRUCTION IN MY PANTS
vulpecula6 (11:11:48 PM): lmao

it occurred to me today how little i actually knew about quantum mechanics when i named this journal.

so here's my exercise for the day: when I was in 7th grade, I did track and field. well, actually, I mostly did "field." they forced me to add one "track" event wholly against my will.

Anyway, that's not the point of the story. The point of the story is that I was a long-jumper. (just in case: the long jump event is when you run really fast, and then just jump as far as you can. pretty self explanatory.) But here's the good part - I was jumping, like 16-17 feet consistently. Say, to make myself feel good, 17 feet on average. Also (perhaps more interestingly), I was four and a half feet tall.

now for the fun part --

Jackie Joyner-Kersee, the holder of the long-jump record for an American woman, jumped 7.49 meters at her best. she is also 1.78 meters tall. That gives her a distance-to-height ratio of 4.21. my distance-to-height ratio is 3.77. that gives a roughly 10% error, if I take the olympian value to be the 'accepted' value.

now this, naturally, makes me think. if i correct for "being-a-seventh-grader-and-not-an-olympian-athlete" error, could I have really been a great long-jumper, say if I had gone to practice? if I had not refused to run more than 400 meters at any one time? if I had actually put effort into this sport?

*sigh* things I wished I'd calculated in middle school.

on another note, I found pizza hut's hold music choice of michael jackson delightful.

no, really. one of the two things that really made me happy today (the first *tsk* needless to say, was having the Boy call.) I don't usually dance to hold music.

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http://chir.ag/stuff/sand/

the falling sand game. suprisingly addictive.

http://www.ishmael.com/Education/Writings/The_New_Renaissance.shtml

Gummy Bears

You may be smooshie and taste unnatural, but you're so darn cute.

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You scored as Cultural Creative. Cultural Creatives are probably the newest group to enter this realm. You are a modern thinker who tends to shy away from organized religion but still feels as if there is something greater than ourselves. You are very spiritual, even if you are not religious. Life has a meaning outside of the rational. </td> Cultural Creative 88% Postmodernist 69% Existentialist 63% Materialist 63% Modernist 56% Romanticist 44% Idealist 31% Fundamentalist 19% What is Your World View? (updated) created with QuizFarm.com

haha and oh yeah i have some pretty sweet bruises going from mountain biking last sunday. which was unspeakably awesome. i haven't cried that much/been so damn angry in a single afternoon in years. lol.

well it's 7 o'clock... round about time to get antsy to call matt.. seriously i need to go back to school. i'm home for a freakin' week and i'm going crazy. i think i just hate people. so my mom calls me from work today (in belvidere) and tells me to put the cat and the bird in the basement in case the tornado siren goes off. great. which makes me worry about matt... i think i worry a lot. i mean, a lot. i can't remember worrying this much about someone... um, ever. sigh. i think i'm in love.

tom: ... and you just walk in like you own the place, that's the real trick to it.
allie: but i don't own anything!
tom: then you never will.

Date:	2005-06-29 10:48
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	hungry
Music:	Green Day

i'm hungry. i can't eat, either, because i don't have my apartment key. because i gave it to my brother. because he's supposed to meet me for lunch, here. at 11:45. which is like, an hour from now. i'm so hungry...

i'm worried that he won't come. i don't know why. i don't want to say that i don't trust me, but it doesn't feel right not to say it. people ask me why i never say anything. this is why... because what i know is nice and polite doesn't feel right to say. i don't need holdan caufield telling me truths about myself. you know, you read everywhere how you just have to trust people to do what you need them to do, and just let them do it.. you just need to let go and not worry and just be. apart from the fact that i think all the people who wrote these things weren't faced with mounting hunger and a lazy, unaccountable sibling, the question remains to me why i can't think of anything else. it's like i can only think of everything i have ever heard and none is comforting or expanding to me. i have hit a creative block in my search for food -- that is, i have none. cannot think for myself. just repeating all the solutions from previous problems that are not applicable right now. it's the same kind of problem with the school system in general -- you're taught to solve every problem except for any new ones. it's a lack of teachable creativity. but this is all so detatched from every aspect of our mechanical education that it seems, at the time, unreal and unimportant. what is real is turning in the lab, or the homework, and getting the points. taking the quiz. acing the test. but this does not help me with my hunger. the movable reality.. the one that is the cusp between classical and romantic thinking, is where we always are but never realize. i don't get anyway thinking of my hunger classically -- objectively, as a fact or an object -- nor do i benefit from a purely romantic viewpoint -- subjectively, simply as a feeling or emotion. the solution, which comes from the stuckness of hunger, is between classic and romantic, and encapsilates both. creativity, quality.

so i've been working on math for like 2 hours now and my legs are complaining because i haven't moved them in as long. i'm finally done with lesson 1 stuff (don't laugh... it's like a gazillion different problems, for those of you who don't know... aka everyone but matt), but now i want to take the quiz... it's a "literacy quiz"... to go along with the "literacy problems" after the gazillion homework problems. ugh. i'm just not motivated to prove i'm literate. fuck it.

on a better note, i totally made puppy chow today, and i froze it and it's awesome because it's like 100 fucking degrees here. (oh, a lot of people have been asking me what puppy chow is... if you don't know, it's chex coated with melted chocolate and peanut butter and then coated with sugar).

ah, my boss (tom) is possibly the strangest person i have ever met. he's a big, intimidating, scary-looking guy. not someone i want angry with me. so anyway, this morning i'm filling test tubes with unknowns, sitting in the lab down the hall from his office. all of a sudden, i hear him scream at the top of his nicotine-filled lungs:

ALLISON!!

my heart stopped beating. and he comes rushing into the lab, and runs up to me:

THEY'RE PLAYING A DDR SONG!!

oh my god. i'm at a loss. what am i supposed to say to that? "you scared the fucking hell out of me TO TELL ME FUCKING ... THAT??"

sigh. what a weird guy.

i love my computer. it has its flaws, i admit, but that is what LOVE means -- being able to look past imperfections and being able to really appreciate something's (or someone's) true and real abilities. i feel like my computer and i, we understand each other... there are times wwhen we are both totally incompetent, there are things that each of us cannot handle. there are things that are beyond me, and there are things that are beyond my computer. a complete and total understanding on my computer is beyond me. a complete and total understanding of me is beyond my computer. and hence -- we are witness to a ripple in zen. being of weak mind and body, i am unable, despite my best efforts, to smooth this ripple. options abound but seem unloving and dark. i want my computer to do everything that i need it to do, and i want to do everything my computer needs me to do. i feel like there has been a most serious breach of communicaton... i don't understand 0x000000000.16. i just don't understand. i want to but can't. and my ingenuity has lasped at a very inconvienant time, indeed.

Date:	2005-05-20 19:36
Subject:	elec-- tric--- ity.... come.... back....
Security:	Public
Mood:	frustrated

so yeah. i come home from work today, and my aim's down. weird. so is internet. weird. so is my fan. weird. see, all of these things are plugged into the same outlet (but only two plugs... i listen to .. uh.. what's that damn lightbug's name? larry? lemmie? hell i don't know.... the spokes cartoon for comed..) behind my desk. other outlet in my room is fine. naturally by this time the realty place is closed, so that doesn't help. in the meantime i plug my internet and fan into uh... jeez i'm so retarded... uh.. that thing that you plug into an outlet that has a lot of plugs in it? see, i want to say "curcuit breaker" but i'm pretty sure that's something else... in anycase i get interent plugged in. (hence this message.)

so tim (who's staying with me for national science olympiad until saturday morning) says, hey let's watch a movie! i'm like, great ok that's kill some time. oh, and low and behold, the outlet to which my tv and ps2 is plugged into has also decided not to work. fuck.

what the hell is this? why does electricity hate me today? i'm always IT'S friend... why won't it be mine, dammit??