<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:47:38.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>out of me, on to you</title><subtitle type='html'>nothing really deep or profound, just the everyday things that run through my mind that make me go crazy if I keep it all inside... and some occasional songs.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>241</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-2312946363163395022</id><published>2011-10-06T18:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T18:17:56.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I am in love with what we are, not what we should be."-Ke$ha (weird, she had a rare good lyric)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2312946363163395022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=2312946363163395022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/2312946363163395022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/2312946363163395022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-in-love-with-what-we-are-not-what.html' title=''/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-5360298637334552497</id><published>2011-10-05T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T23:51:30.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'>we are history</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5360298637334552497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=5360298637334552497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/5360298637334552497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/5360298637334552497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-are-history.html' title='we are history'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0pym7yAuvDc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-8543351300082251937</id><published>2011-08-04T18:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T18:37:03.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“When it comes to love,you need not fall but rather surrender,surrender to the idea that you must love yourselfbefore you can love another.You must absolutely trust yourselfbefore you can absolutely trust anotherand most importantly you must accept your flawsbefore you can accept the flaws of another.”</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8543351300082251937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=8543351300082251937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8543351300082251937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8543351300082251937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-it-comes-to-love-you-need-not-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-1134405007506477035</id><published>2011-07-11T22:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:06:23.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"We should all start to live before we get too old. Fear is stupid. So are regrets." — Marilyn Monroe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1134405007506477035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=1134405007506477035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1134405007506477035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1134405007506477035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-should-all-start-to-live-before-we.html' title=''/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-3218706038012512059</id><published>2011-06-22T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T21:34:29.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"how do we know when enough is enough?"</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3218706038012512059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=3218706038012512059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/3218706038012512059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/3218706038012512059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-do-we-know-when-enough-is-enough.html' title='&quot;how do we know when enough is enough?&quot;'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5k674uBQeeg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-116667879189670373</id><published>2011-06-21T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:23:57.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauryn Hill - Ex-Factor</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/116667879189670373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=116667879189670373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/116667879189670373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/116667879189670373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/lauryn-hill-ex-factor.html' title='Lauryn Hill - Ex-Factor'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cE-bnWqLqxE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-1345051176814480920</id><published>2011-05-19T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T23:08:45.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it all</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1345051176814480920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=1345051176814480920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1345051176814480920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1345051176814480920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/take-it-all.html' title='Take it all'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qmwEc7y6CLc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-6619134401917531645</id><published>2011-04-18T00:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T00:31:32.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6619134401917531645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=6619134401917531645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/6619134401917531645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/6619134401917531645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/04/have-you-ever-been-in-love-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-8968964990799264170</id><published>2011-04-05T22:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T23:21:30.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i got a sadness that grows</title><summary type='text'>In two days I have to help one of the loves of my life bury the love of hers. My heart is just broken right now.  She is truly one of the best people I know and she doesn't deserve this. I am dreading the next two days because I think that is when reality is going to sink in for her.  It hit me today. He and I were not super close the last few years, but we were, and I loved him because she did. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8968964990799264170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=8968964990799264170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8968964990799264170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8968964990799264170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-got-sadness-that-grows.html' title='i got a sadness that grows'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-4533293541730928386</id><published>2011-03-31T18:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T18:02:38.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paleo "pasta"</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4533293541730928386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=4533293541730928386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/4533293541730928386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/4533293541730928386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/03/paleo.html' title='Paleo &amp;quot;pasta&amp;quot;'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dpgYsq0fEP0/TZUWHOaB4EI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EeyzgPJ6fcs/s72-c/IMAG0097.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-8537699700222077298</id><published>2011-03-05T12:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T12:00:48.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Working hard on the word find
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8537699700222077298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=8537699700222077298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8537699700222077298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8537699700222077298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/03/working-hard-on-word-find.html' title=''/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dpgYsq0fEP0/TXJ6TJ3OxYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PGCcq-cVIuA/s72-c/IMAG0017.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-728038077807995612</id><published>2011-02-28T00:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T00:40:18.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>137.5</title><summary type='text'>This is my weight at the beginning of phase 2 of camp. Lets see how the next three weeks treat me.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/728038077807995612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=728038077807995612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/728038077807995612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/728038077807995612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/02/1375.html' title='137.5'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-1971872658259159687</id><published>2011-02-16T23:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T00:17:30.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>swim back up to the surface</title><summary type='text'>It is a good feeling when you realize you went through some hell and make it out in one piece. I am an internalizer; I keep things on the inside and don't really share much about my feelings. I am honest here, but that is about it. I don't sit around with the girls and tell them all about my feelings for some guy obsessively, and I am good at hiding it when I am hurting, so it isn't always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1971872658259159687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=1971872658259159687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1971872658259159687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1971872658259159687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/02/swim-back-up-to-surface.html' title='swim back up to the surface'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WM1RChZk1EU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-7138633149986185361</id><published>2011-02-13T13:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T13:01:27.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Captivated &amp; Electric Kiss</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7138633149986185361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=7138633149986185361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/7138633149986185361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/7138633149986185361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/02/vintage-lady-gaga-live-at-nyu.html' title='Captivated &amp; Electric Kiss'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NM51qOpwcIM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-7031916756153572130</id><published>2011-02-01T15:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T16:17:28.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody who can hold my interest</title><summary type='text'>I have always felt like the best way to get over someone is with someone else. Distraction, rebound, whatever you want to call it. This has never been a problem for me. The problem I have now, is that the person I was hoping to provide me with a few laughs and good times, has surprised me and turned out to be someone I want to get to know. Which isn't really a problem I guess. I spent hours </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7031916756153572130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=7031916756153572130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/7031916756153572130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/7031916756153572130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/02/somebody-who-can-hold-my-interest.html' title='somebody who can hold my interest'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-8298197428773115302</id><published>2011-01-30T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T13:33:25.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>if anyone needs a gift idea for me...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8298197428773115302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=8298197428773115302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8298197428773115302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8298197428773115302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-anyone-needs-gift-idea-for-me.html' title='if anyone needs a gift idea for me...'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpgYsq0fEP0/TUW88k6TqGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/K1_JSMI5rcc/s72-c/Picture%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-8313966658697470776</id><published>2011-01-30T09:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T09:43:28.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8313966658697470776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=8313966658697470776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8313966658697470776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8313966658697470776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-you-want-me-to-tell-you-something.html' title=''/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-4414499798331834581</id><published>2011-01-29T19:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T21:13:31.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just a collection of recollections</title><summary type='text'>This is the point is which my resolve usually breaks. It has been about a week. I start forgetting why I said I was done and start letting the good memories erase the bad, when that isn't reality.  Someone you care about should not make you that miserable, that crazy. I miss him, and I don't want to. I feel like he doesn't deserve that. I guess I am at the anger stage, seeing as every day I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4414499798331834581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=4414499798331834581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/4414499798331834581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/4414499798331834581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-collection-of-recollections.html' title='just a collection of recollections'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-7026909069371894742</id><published>2011-01-25T21:22:00.025-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T18:08:27.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>in the end, I just let go</title><summary type='text'>I started reading the book, 'High Fidelity' which also has a movie based off of it. It has been on my "to read" list for awhile, in fact I have held off on reading any Nick Hornby novels until I read this one first. Ironically, the book that starts off about a breakup, I bought a day-ish before I broke up(ish) with someone.  So in the spirit of trying something new, and writing more, I am going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7026909069371894742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=7026909069371894742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/7026909069371894742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/7026909069371894742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-end-i-just-let-go.html' title='in the end, I just let go'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-5347237677563537062</id><published>2011-01-24T22:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T22:53:36.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"done wrong"</title><summary type='text'>like how could you do nothingand say, i'm doing my besthow could you take almost everythingand then come back for the resthow could you beg me to stayreach out your hands and pleadand then pack up your eyes and run awayas soon as i agreed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5347237677563537062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=5347237677563537062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/5347237677563537062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/5347237677563537062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/01/done-wrong.html' title='&quot;done wrong&quot;'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-3073609813033012926</id><published>2011-01-23T09:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T09:20:58.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>call me when you're willing to fight</title><summary type='text'>"I just want him to fight for me"This phrase is such a delusional load of shit. Yet women use it as a defense for holding on to a dead relationship all of the time. Reality is, he won't fight for you. They never do. So why do we hold out hope that they will?We do all kinds of things and say all kinds of things to get them to get off of their asses and do this, to show us they care, that want us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3073609813033012926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=3073609813033012926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/3073609813033012926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/3073609813033012926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/01/call-me-when-youre-willing-to-fight.html' title='call me when you&apos;re willing to fight'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-3194158565478590979</id><published>2011-01-12T23:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T23:40:06.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love you, in a really, really big, pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3194158565478590979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=3194158565478590979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/3194158565478590979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/3194158565478590979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-you-in-really-really-big-pretend.html' title=''/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-1872201299665467026</id><published>2010-12-27T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:07:31.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3.</title><summary type='text'>Resolution #3. Make more art. And make money off it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1872201299665467026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=1872201299665467026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1872201299665467026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1872201299665467026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/3.html' title='3.'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-4959977768208338300</id><published>2010-12-23T15:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T15:35:33.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I think a soulmate is... a person who makes you be the most you, you can possibly be. Maybe your soulmate is… the person… who forces your soul to grow the most. Not all growth feels good." -Rabbi Ari, Six Feet Under</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4959977768208338300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=4959977768208338300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/4959977768208338300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/4959977768208338300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-think-soulmate-is.html' title=''/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-3886718999671378876</id><published>2010-12-22T23:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T23:10:03.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>let's toast to the lists that we hold in our fists of the things that we promise to do differently next time</title><summary type='text'>Last year I made three New Year's resolutions: to lose 20 pounds, to get out of Omaha at least once a month, and to fall in love.  I accomplished about 2.5 of those... the getting out of Omaha thing happened about 6 months, but I get an A for effort as it was due to lack of funds. This upcoming year I want to have the same kind of success. So here is what I got so far:1. Run faster. I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3886718999671378876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=3886718999671378876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/3886718999671378876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/3886718999671378876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/lets-toast-to-lists-that-we-hold-in-our.html' title='let&apos;s toast to the lists that we hold in our fists of the things that we promise to do differently next time'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-7300008032970690230</id><published>2010-12-19T23:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T23:40:08.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>things look different now</title><summary type='text'>that magic that was once there is gone. we had something special, something that was ours and no one else's. it made me feel special being a part of it. but we fucked it up. we broke it, polluted it, tainted it, whatever it was, we destroyed something wonderful. something shifted. knowing that what I loved the most about us is gone has allowed me to really let go.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7300008032970690230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=7300008032970690230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/7300008032970690230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/7300008032970690230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-look-different-now.html' title='things look different now'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-8770625678835075417</id><published>2010-12-15T22:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T22:04:27.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimental Heart - She and Him</title><summary type='text'>I guess this is based off music and muffins, but I like these better...probably because I love Zooey</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8770625678835075417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=8770625678835075417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8770625678835075417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8770625678835075417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/sentimental-heart-she-and-him.html' title='Sentimental Heart - She and Him'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/T728aTfa5TU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-8745743223337084015</id><published>2010-12-14T10:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T10:24:28.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"pulse (bug poem)"</title><summary type='text'>you crawled into my bed that nightlike some sort of giant insectand i found myself spellboundat the sight of you,beautiful and grotesque and all the rest of that bug stuffbluffing your way into my mouthbehind my teeth, reaching for my scars-...except,the problem with death is that we have some hundred years and then they can build buildings on our only bones100 years, and then your grave is not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8745743223337084015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=8745743223337084015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8745743223337084015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8745743223337084015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/pulse-bug-poem.html' title='&quot;pulse (bug poem)&quot;'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-8760043707710388214</id><published>2010-12-14T09:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T09:57:23.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>left dripping with an incessant sadness</title><summary type='text'>I am so sick of being sad. I shouldn't be. I knew this would happen and it's really for the best, and I was fooling myself thinking anything else could come from it. I'm better off, and and deserve better and blah blah blah. These are the things people keep telling me. And really, I know that it is all true. But it still feels like shit.Telling myself I am better off doesn't change how much I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8760043707710388214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=8760043707710388214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8760043707710388214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8760043707710388214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/left-dripping-with-incessant-sadness.html' title='left dripping with an incessant sadness'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-5196823466988511751</id><published>2010-12-12T23:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:14:36.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"They make it look so easy... connecting with another human being. It's like no one told them it's the hardest thing in the world"-Dexter Morgan</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5196823466988511751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=5196823466988511751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/5196823466988511751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/5196823466988511751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/they-make-it-look-so-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-9102358559342727958</id><published>2010-12-11T23:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:53:23.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Modulation"</title><summary type='text'>in order to say thank you to youi must do it intentionallybut tonight with every breathi can feel my deathsure as i can feel my kneesyou were my modulationso that's what you will always bewe took each other higherwe set each other freecourse, neither of us were wearing helmetsand our blood was just everywhereand when the morphine kicked in laterthe censors threw their hands up in despairand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/9102358559342727958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=9102358559342727958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/9102358559342727958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/9102358559342727958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/modulation.html' title='&quot;Modulation&quot;'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-9002039099930982014</id><published>2010-12-11T19:08:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:58:45.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my head is too sore and my heart's perforated</title><summary type='text'>I remember the moment very clearly, which is pretty amazing since it had been a bottomless mimosa day, when he texted me. The whole situation I was in at the moment was really surreal, I was drunk in the middle of the day, I was with my bosses; one who I had a giant crush on, and one who tried to fire me hours earlier, and Bob- and my friends; one who was somewhat estranged, one who had just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/9002039099930982014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=9002039099930982014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/9002039099930982014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/9002039099930982014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-head-is-too-sore-and-my-hearts.html' title='my head is too sore and my heart&apos;s perforated'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-3134827396771667686</id><published>2010-12-11T18:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T18:59:54.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ever fallen in love"</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3134827396771667686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-2716443620020325612</id><published>2010-12-11T13:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T13:49:54.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck you, for existing in the first place</title><summary type='text'>I guess being a giant fucking douche is a family trait.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2716443620020325612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=2716443620020325612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/2716443620020325612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/2716443620020325612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/fuck-you-for-existing-in-first-place.html' title='fuck you, for existing in the first place'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-4587287762886506882</id><published>2010-12-09T23:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:47:53.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>here's to my Christmas spirit</title><summary type='text'>*love how you can hear the scratching of the record...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4587287762886506882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-4842646819416941893</id><published>2010-12-09T23:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:55:03.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the most wonderful time of the year</title><summary type='text'>I love Christmastime. Christmas is the only day I will accept and enjoy snow. There is just something about the lights and the warmth, it makes me feel content and cozy. I like cozy. It is the only holiday I decorate for, and while I think most people attribute my over extended stay of said decor to laziness, I just like it. People always ask about the Christmas decorations that I have hanging </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4842646819416941893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=4842646819416941893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/4842646819416941893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/4842646819416941893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='the most wonderful time of the year'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpgYsq0fEP0/TQG24pwKLoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AGDaC40wKPM/s72-c/IMG_3348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-8267673800474876155</id><published>2010-12-08T21:56:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T22:48:48.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it changes your skin</title><summary type='text'>I saw the movie Love and Other Drugs the other day and one of the last lines of the movie has really stuck with me."You meet thousands of people and none of them ever really touch you. Then you meet one and it changes your life."It goes along with something Rubie said to me the other day. I was saying he broke me because of all of the crying I've been doing lately. Which isn't all about him... it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8267673800474876155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=8267673800474876155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8267673800474876155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8267673800474876155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-changes-your-skin.html' title='it changes your skin'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpgYsq0fEP0/TQBYNPkkbBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YqEJ-af4kNc/s72-c/IMG_3331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-1789127264148524547</id><published>2010-12-07T22:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T22:03:13.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Tea Maker"</title><summary type='text'>"John and I are in our Dakota kitchen in the middle of the night. Three cats — Sasha, Micha and Charo — are looking up at John, who is making tea for us two.Sasha is all white, Micha is all black. They are both gorgeous, classy Persian cats. Charo, on the other hand, is a mutt. John used to have a special love for Charo. “You’ve got a funny face, Charo!” he would say, and pat her.“Yoko, Yoko, you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1789127264148524547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=1789127264148524547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1789127264148524547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1789127264148524547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/tea-maker.html' title='&quot;The Tea Maker&quot;'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-1767594315252296598</id><published>2010-12-06T21:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T08:34:53.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan Greenberg &amp; Kid Cudi- You Can Run</title><summary type='text'>I love this man. And also Kid Cudi. I just found out that not only is Bryan Greenberg adorable, he sings. And next Monday, he's singing in Omaha. Guess who is going to that show... and guess who is going to fall in love with me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1767594315252296598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=1767594315252296598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1767594315252296598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1767594315252296598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/bryan-greenberg-kid-cudi-you-can-run.html' title='Bryan Greenberg &amp; Kid Cudi- You Can Run'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1ScLlHJrkDg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-6354544716008783917</id><published>2010-12-06T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T10:29:24.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It's easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven't even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6354544716008783917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=6354544716008783917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/6354544716008783917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/6354544716008783917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-all-have-potential-to-fall-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-4972077170169358498</id><published>2010-12-04T02:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T02:05:06.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>think I'm gonna cry, don't know why</title><summary type='text'>Oh, and apparently I'm a fucking crier now. I think I have cried more in the last month and a half than I have in the last three years. WTF is that about?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4972077170169358498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=4972077170169358498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/4972077170169358498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/4972077170169358498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/think-im-gonna-cry-dont-know-why.html' title='think I&apos;m gonna cry, don&apos;t know why'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-2762391768311181260</id><published>2010-12-04T01:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T22:19:47.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a kiss that hits like a fist</title><summary type='text'>Maybe I am just picky, but I think there are a lot of people who don't know how to kiss. Or maybe I am the one doing it wrong. The way a guy kisses me can completely turn me off to him. I am not big on excessive use of tongue, and I don't like spit all over the place. I like deliberate kisses, sweet kisses. I've stopped makeout sessions if I don't like the way the guy kisses. To me, kissing is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2762391768311181260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=2762391768311181260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/2762391768311181260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/2762391768311181260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/kiss-that-hits-like-fist.html' title='a kiss that hits like a fist'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-948812224836855156</id><published>2010-12-01T22:16:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:54:53.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You are a china shop, and I am a bull</title><summary type='text'>*I said I would write a blog about you and here it is. Although this was going to happen anyway, if you haven't figured it out, writing is how I sort through the insanity that goes through my brain. If you thought what you had to deal with was bad, imagine being in there. It's a little random, but I wanted to get as much of what I'm feeling right now out of me.  Once it's out, I sleep better.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/948812224836855156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=948812224836855156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/948812224836855156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/948812224836855156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-are-china-shop-and-i-am-bull.html' title='You are a china shop, and I am a bull'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-2104244392713163023</id><published>2010-11-30T10:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:17:35.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were A Boy</title><summary type='text'>This song was playing during my cool down and stretching after my workout this morning. Maybe it was because I was super relaxed and just got that post-workout endorphin rush, or maybe it was PMS, or maybe it was the lyrics. But in the middle of lying on my back, stretching my right hamstring, I had to use every ounce of self control in my body to not burst into tears. I waited 3 minutes until I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2104244392713163023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=2104244392713163023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/2104244392713163023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/2104244392713163023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-i-were-boy.html' title='If I Were A Boy'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AWpsOqh8q0M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-1045748044711918924</id><published>2010-11-29T17:43:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:03:20.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hour Follows Hour"</title><summary type='text'>I think I have posted this somewhere else. But it has a different meaning now. It's for Jareth Cutestory, the maritime lawyer.  It pretty much sums us up.hour follows hourlike water follows watereverything is governed by the ruleof one thing leads to anotheryou can't really place blamecuz blame is much too messysome was bound to get on you while you were trying to put it on meand don't fool </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1045748044711918924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=1045748044711918924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1045748044711918924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1045748044711918924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-guess-i-just-wanted-you-to-see-that.html' title='&quot;Hour Follows Hour&quot;'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-8685681249137841865</id><published>2010-11-29T09:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T09:16:54.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, it's really goodbye this time</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8685681249137841865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=8685681249137841865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8685681249137841865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8685681249137841865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/11/yes-its-really-goodbye-this-time.html' title='yes, it&apos;s really goodbye this time'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Cb4FliI_1sY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-4958206902844354506</id><published>2010-11-14T23:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:37:37.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4958206902844354506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=4958206902844354506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/4958206902844354506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/4958206902844354506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-looking-for-love.html' title=''/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-5708681228540311367</id><published>2010-10-14T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T20:22:12.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tossed out the window of love's El Camino</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5708681228540311367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=5708681228540311367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/5708681228540311367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/5708681228540311367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-got-tossed-out-window-of-loves-el.html' title='I got tossed out the window of love&apos;s El Camino'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-7190337393183520341</id><published>2010-07-29T00:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T00:32:56.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"hell yeah"</title><summary type='text'>life is a b movieit's stupid and it's strangea directionless story and the dialogue is lamebut in the he said she saidsometimes there's some poetryif you turn your back long enoughand let it happen naturallyoh, yeahhell yeahi got a face like a limp handshakehair like an accident scenei've been waking up slowlysavoring the same old dreamand somewhere betweenthe folds of your memoryi was sleeping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7190337393183520341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=7190337393183520341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/7190337393183520341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/7190337393183520341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/07/hell-yeah.html' title='&quot;hell yeah&quot;'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-618928924228666443</id><published>2010-07-29T00:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:14:14.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the wrong place to be thinking of you</title><summary type='text'>Here's to inappropriate crushes...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/618928924228666443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=618928924228666443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/618928924228666443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/618928924228666443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-wrong-place-to-be-thinking-of-you.html' title='it&apos;s the wrong place to be thinking of you'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-8631413373888914275</id><published>2010-07-27T22:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:51:34.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you make it in America?</title><summary type='text'>"Man I think the main thing that people tend to forget is in order to stay focused on your mission, you just gotta block out all the bullshit. I mean, its like it's really easy to achieve your dream if you just stay focused and sacrifice a little bit. And remain  determined.  And you know, the bigger the dream, the harder you know, you might have to grind for it. You know, but uh, everything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8631413373888914275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=8631413373888914275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8631413373888914275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8631413373888914275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-do-you-make-it-in-america.html' title='How do you make it in America?'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-2767792494482403511</id><published>2010-07-27T22:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:46:25.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm getting pretty good at looking at the bright side</title><summary type='text'>I need to start writing again. I do it because I live in my head too much and getting it out of my head acts as a sort of stress reliever. Plus now I actually have people who are following my blog, and I would hate to disappoint them.I am very stir crazy right now. I am stuck in a job I can't stand. I WANT something else, something more. I guess my problem is that if I just take some job right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2767792494482403511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=2767792494482403511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/2767792494482403511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/2767792494482403511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-getting-pretty-good-at-looking-at.html' title='i&apos;m getting pretty good at looking at the bright side'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-6094562457487331839</id><published>2010-03-04T16:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:51:54.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>nature always gets her way</title><summary type='text'>Dear Mother EarthI know you are angry because humans are pillaging your natural resources, polluting your soil and water supplies, and basically being d-bags, but could you do me a favor and call it quits with the snow here- at least until next winter? I can't take it anymore, and I personally have given up meat and reducing methane gases, I recycle, and got rid of my SUV. I deserve some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6094562457487331839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=6094562457487331839&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/6094562457487331839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/6094562457487331839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/03/nature-always-gets-her-way.html' title='nature always gets her way'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-1991102658036896298</id><published>2010-02-08T02:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T02:20:23.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>misguided lost child</title><summary type='text'>there really is something to knowing that there is someone out there that you have an absolutely amazing connection with and yet the timing is never right. you would think after 6ish years, you would just say well its not meant to be... but what if it is? that feeling doesnt stay there for no reason. i just think that sometimes people come into (or back into) your life for a reason. every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1991102658036896298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=1991102658036896298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1991102658036896298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1991102658036896298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2010/02/misguided-lost-child.html' title='misguided lost child'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-2219242942266852622</id><published>2009-12-14T02:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T00:36:50.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i think its gonna be a long long time</title><summary type='text'>i know it is a little silly that something like a tv show would get  me to start writing again, but i think it is a perfect time. talk about your gut kicks. there is something in watching two people who so plainly belong together fuck it up over and over again.  sounds familiar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2219242942266852622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=2219242942266852622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/2219242942266852622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/2219242942266852622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-think-its-gonna-be-long-long-time.html' title='i think its gonna be a long long time'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-7757848823349477897</id><published>2009-01-23T16:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:47:30.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><summary type='text'>1) im almost done with college REALLY, and as freeing as that sounds, it also scares the shit out of me. i dont think i should have to know how i am going to spend the rest of my life at 25 years old. i think i should be worrying about LIVING it. 2) i have never seen star wars. 3) i think salsa is the best food ever. and it makes everything better. salads, soup, pastas. sounds crazy, but try it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7757848823349477897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=7757848823349477897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/7757848823349477897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/7757848823349477897'/><link rel='alternate' 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out.  looking back on the 60's, the young </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1597503030794198550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=1597503030794198550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1597503030794198550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1597503030794198550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-actions-will-define-us.html' title='our actions will define us'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-3319746413955143362</id><published>2009-01-23T00:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:23:55.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>here to exercise my freedom of choice</title><summary type='text'>let the abortion controversy begin again.  the pro-lifers are attacking obama on his first day in office, saying his new freedom of choice act is going to cause more abortions. and you know, maybe it will.  but he is also going to reinstate aid that bush took away that was going to third world countries where women are raped and beaten on a regular basis, where over-population is a serious </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3319746413955143362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-3683887793680905313</id><published>2009-01-23T00:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:47:42.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lost woman song</title><summary type='text'>i opened a bank accountwhen i was nine years oldi closed it when i was eighteeni gave them every penny that i'd savedand they gave my bloodand my urinea numbernow i'm sitting in this waiting roomplaying with the toysand i am here to exercisemy freedom of choicei passed their handheld signswent through their picket linesthey gathered when they saw me comingthey shouted when they saw me crossi said</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3683887793680905313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=3683887793680905313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/3683887793680905313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/3683887793680905313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-woman-song.html' title='lost woman song'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-8966457723776702005</id><published>2009-01-21T20:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:09:27.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>red letter year</title><summary type='text'>so i cant help but be overly optimistic right now.  i hope that obama can really make good on everything he hopes to accomplish, and then some. i cant wait to see what he does.  maybe its a little naive, but i do really think he is the person to get us back on track. it wont be easy or instant, but i dont think mccain or even hilllary would have had the ambition necessary to take on the task at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8966457723776702005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=8966457723776702005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8966457723776702005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8966457723776702005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-letter-year.html' title='red letter year'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-5672330492249120790</id><published>2008-11-05T02:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T02:38:08.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you may say im a dreamer</title><summary type='text'>i still am somewhat in a state of disbelief. i can't go to sleep because i am afraid i might wake up and it might not be true. barack hussein obama has been elected in a LANDSLIDE, historical vote, and he has made me proud to call myself an american for the first time in 8 years. i know there are a lot of people who were more interested in this race than any other previous election, and i have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5672330492249120790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-1136296745773088359</id><published>2008-11-03T00:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T02:02:41.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>less than a day</title><summary type='text'>i have posted a lot of things that other people have had to say about this election. but i havent really said much of my own personal thoughts on this, mainly because when i really think about this, i get upset. so many things are baffling to me about this election.  why obama doenst have a bigger lead.  why mccain abandoned his integrity and resorted to desperate smear tactics.  why sarah palin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1136296745773088359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-310674837436732765</id><published>2008-10-29T15:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:02:26.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the great thing about art</title><summary type='text'>... is that i never stick to my plansmy project, now finished, is NOTHING like what i started it out to be.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/310674837436732765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=310674837436732765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/310674837436732765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/310674837436732765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-thing-about-art.html' title='the great thing about art'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-7808020868394135507</id><published>2008-09-18T22:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T00:05:48.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my almost* "thesis" project</title><summary type='text'>*i say almost because im not technically graduating this semester, but kind of treating this one like it might beso my project i am currently working on is pretty much combining graphic design, sculpture, painting, politics and current (or future in this case) events, with a few interactive installation aspects thrown in for good measure.  it is a informational kiosk that is 20 years into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7808020868394135507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=7808020868394135507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/7808020868394135507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/7808020868394135507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-almost-thesis-project.html' title='my almost* &quot;thesis&quot; project'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpgYsq0fEP0/SNMv12i-8AI/AAAAAAAAADI/gcWpwO2739I/s72-c/chelseabumpersticker.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-4624115826366170365</id><published>2008-09-13T11:38:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:50:41.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>letter to sarah palin</title><summary type='text'>gov. palin-please, please, please, when you say you don't want to let women down, feel free to fail miserably.  as a woman, i do not WANT you representing me in the white house.  stop hiding behind your vagina and trying to convince me that because we share the xx chromosome,  we are one in the same.  i  find your politics and your beliefs to be insulting to my intelligence and my VALUE as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4624115826366170365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=4624115826366170365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/4624115826366170365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/4624115826366170365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2008/09/letter-to-sarah-palin.html' title='letter to sarah palin'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-8766939238780576138</id><published>2008-09-10T23:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:38:20.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>some modern thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I recently had the experience of actually having to explain modern art to a friend of mine.  She was said she just didn't "get it."   I guess that being an art major for the last six years I forget that there are people who still have this preconceived notion that art has to be pretty or "mean something."   They look at Pollack or even Picasso and find the work to be something a child could have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8766939238780576138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=8766939238780576138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8766939238780576138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8766939238780576138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-modern-thoughts.html' title='some modern thoughts'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-7202782585187794376</id><published>2008-09-09T18:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:54:34.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"america"</title><summary type='text'>America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956. I can't stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb I don't feel good don't bother me. I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind. America when will you be angelic? When will you take off your clothes? When will you look at yourself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7202782585187794376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=7202782585187794376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/7202782585187794376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/7202782585187794376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2008/09/america.html' title='&quot;america&quot;'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-8961473995431092985</id><published>2008-09-08T01:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T01:50:10.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>do your politics fit between the headlines?</title><summary type='text'>quickly, before i forget, some thoughts to elaborate on...1.  mommy palin using daughters teen preg for personal gain...... BAD2.  yes, mmcain is brave, was pow, blah blah blah.... moving the first 3x i heard it, HOW is it neces to prez?3.  repub double standard on women.4.  im a mother/ i work/school - -disagree with palin5.  why do women push SOOO hard for a chica presidente, to settle for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8961473995431092985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=8961473995431092985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8961473995431092985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8961473995431092985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-your-politics-fit-between-headlines.html' title='do your politics fit between the headlines?'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-5094220545495869783</id><published>2008-09-04T21:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:41:16.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my "to ink" list</title><summary type='text'>figured id get it all down while i was thinking about it... 1.  maia's handprint, all colorful like finger paint.  im thinking either my left shoulder blade or inside of my upper right arm. leaning towards the arm.2.  the kerouac quote.  left ribs/side(these next ones are not in any particular order, just ones i eventually want)"mother"  in arabic on my left wrist also my last name in arabic, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5094220545495869783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=5094220545495869783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/5094220545495869783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/5094220545495869783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-to-ink-list.html' title='my &quot;to ink&quot; list'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-2806205244289663492</id><published>2008-09-04T18:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:11:48.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my next next tattoo....</title><summary type='text'>ive been wanting a text tattoo for awhile, and have had trouble deciding on what words i wanted to place permanently on my body.  i toyed with "la vie en rose"   which means "life is pink/rosy", but decided that wasn't when i read that it often refers to the pink light of paris' sky. being that i have never been to paris, decided to wait.  i also was going to get "momento mori", a latin phrase </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2806205244289663492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=2806205244289663492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/2806205244289663492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/2806205244289663492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-next-next-tattoo.html' title='my next next tattoo....'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-1402266685868755817</id><published>2008-09-03T23:25:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:06:05.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>some thoughts on sarah palin</title><summary type='text'>first of all, i think i would really like this woman if not for her politics.  looks like the republicans are sticking with the plan that works for them, nominating people who the american public would like to have a beer with.  except look how well that worked out for us last time.i think she seems like a pleasant, smart, somewhat sassy lady.  considering that less than a week ago, most of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1402266685868755817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-4980484765605237873</id><published>2008-09-03T01:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:08:13.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"greatest mistake"</title><summary type='text'>i let go.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4980484765605237873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=4980484765605237873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/4980484765605237873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/4980484765605237873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2008/09/greatest-mistake.html' title='&quot;greatest mistake&quot;'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-6060844120425556951</id><published>2008-08-30T09:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:01:09.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i love al gore</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6060844120425556951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=6060844120425556951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. not courting talk- real straight talk about souls, for life is holy amd every moment is precious."jack kerouac, from on the road</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2739985725321508707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=2739985725321508707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/2739985725321508707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/2739985725321508707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2008/08/kerouac-my-new-addiction.html' title='kerouac: my new addiction'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-3399132029883732105</id><published>2008-08-19T22:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:21:02.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>environmentalism is hazardous to your health????</title><summary type='text'>i got this book at the library today, Eco-Freaks by john berlau that claims that "envronmentalism actually endangers trees, wildlife and people".    it will appearantly "debunk lies about: the dangers of DDT, the threat posed by asbestos and climate change"now to the part where i explain WHY i am reading this hardcover load of shit.  i want to see the other side. i want to understand why </summary><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-9055404191846342520</id><published>2008-08-19T16:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:22:21.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>alla this</title><summary type='text'>i will not stand immersed,in this ultra violent cursei won't let you make a tool of mei will keep my mind and body freebye bye minutiaeof the day to day drama,i'm expanding exponentially,i am consciousness without identityi am many things,made of everything,but i will not be your bank rolli won't idle in your drive-thru,i won't watch your electric sideshowi got way better places to goi will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/9055404191846342520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=9055404191846342520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/9055404191846342520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/9055404191846342520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2008/08/alla-this.html' title='alla this'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-8605998980249265070</id><published>2008-07-21T00:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:02:11.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>momento mori</title><summary type='text'>i first thought you were cute in 10 things i hate about you.  i loved the patriot so much that i thought that if i ever had a son, i would name him gabriel.  i thought a knights tale was a creative movie in a time when they are seriously lacking.  the first time i saw brokeback, i honestly laughed.  the second time i cried.  you captivated me in im not there.  the dark knight... beyond words. i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8605998980249265070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-5395775833865486518</id><published>2008-07-16T14:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:42:57.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>falling slowly</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5395775833865486518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=5395775833865486518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/5395775833865486518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/5395775833865486518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2008/07/falling-slowly.html' title='falling slowly'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-4058909607550511610</id><published>2008-07-16T11:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:42:20.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty in the breakdown</title><summary type='text'>i think its time to let go.  when being around someone causes you more pain than happiness, it is what any rational person would do.  emotions are tricky, messy.  they can sit idle for years then come bursting through without warning.  i realize that our relationship is no longer good for me.  so we need to say goodbye.</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-2208341095073120666</id><published>2008-06-19T11:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:24:37.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the road ahead is painted on the wall</title><summary type='text'>so ive decided i really want to try and get a gallery show. of my own.  and maybe share it with lee.  but i have the motivation and the passion and the idea in my head right now and its something i have always wanted to do.  and i think i got the confidence kick in the ass i needed the other day in my class. its one thing for friends and family to say they like my work, but for a stranger, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2208341095073120666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-3754858158971429472</id><published>2008-06-18T22:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:11:44.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"round a pole"</title><summary type='text'>i could sing you 'round a polei could talk you up a treebut when it comes to what really mattersyou are way more clever than mei know i wanted to be challengedbut i was unclear about howso i'll be the guy with the toolboxand you be the fun lovin' galand i'll learn to fix stuffif you will teach me to loveand god will radiate out from within usinstead of this bullshit from aboveand we'll move like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3754858158971429472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-4404727118451567119</id><published>2008-06-11T12:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:24:49.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>their gods have made them special</title><summary type='text'>the 25th anniversary of my birth has come and gone.  it was more fun than i could have imagined. we went to the taste of omaha, where we sweated profusely, yet were very wind blown, then swam.  we had the fun night out   where we had a $400 meal, then ran to the bar in the rain.  there in the company of good friends and family, i spit tuaca on the floor, met olympic swimmers, and had a $20 drink </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4404727118451567119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpgYsq0fEP0/SFAV-jyrhgI/AAAAAAAAACw/SlcXv4fjtrw/s72-c/SN850759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-1866268593644202620</id><published>2008-06-05T14:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T14:57:20.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>may the best (wo)man win....</title><summary type='text'>its offcial. obama sealed the democratic seat in the 2008 presidential election.  he ran his campaign admirably, staying away from the dirty ads and trashing his opponent.  hillary, however, is playing a different game.  she has not conceded, but "suspended" her bid for president, therefore holding on to all of her delegates.  she is pretty much saying to obama "make me your VP or you will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1866268593644202620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-2768775851934239914</id><published>2008-06-04T11:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:52:08.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>labels and love</title><summary type='text'>so four years after the series ended, they came out with the sex and the city movie. its gotten very mixed reviews, people saying it was another look into the self-centered lives of carrie, samantha, miranda and charlotte.  and i loved it.  i have seen every episode at least twice, probably more for some.  there are words i love and live by from carries narrative.  i spent hours the last few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2768775851934239914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-2371771717505123130</id><published>2008-05-25T15:39:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:02:51.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>can you hear the sound of hysteria?</title><summary type='text'>"We can't drive our SUVs and eat as much as we want and keep our homes on 72 degrees at all times ... and then just expect that other countries are going to say OK.... That's not leadership. That's not going to happen.this is is the statement obama made in oregan last week that is igniting a HUGE controversy in the world of republican dickheads.  i personally think its great, i can not wait to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2371771717505123130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=2371771717505123130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/2371771717505123130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/2371771717505123130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2008/05/can-you-hear-sound-of-hysteria.html' title='can you hear the sound of hysteria?'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-4492543781374400953</id><published>2008-05-25T01:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:00:39.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"gravity"</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4492543781374400953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=4492543781374400953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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missed it.2 days ago i spent about 3 hours working on a painting that i completely lost myself in.  i was somewhat nervous to start doing it again, i think after the whole zack debacle (he asked me to do a painting while we were dating, i started painting, broke up with him, he ruined painting by "adding" to it) it just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1555784446908307898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=1555784446908307898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1555784446908307898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1555784446908307898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2008/05/art-is-why-i-get-up-in-morning.html' title='art is why i get up in the morning'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpgYsq0fEP0/SDWe9SQA9RI/AAAAAAAAABo/lDbZySKR_4A/s72-c/Heroes_Ep1x11_Fallout_08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-3920612930791586363</id><published>2008-05-22T09:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:36:12.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"how long can it last"</title><summary type='text'>two years agobefore you felt so familiarbefore i could rememberyour last namei remember nowhow our bright spring green deepenedwith the years the seasons changedand we were lush as the underside of augustthe streets looked like waterthey swelled and they shimmeredand they stretch like the seaand dressed in my best shining skinand my squinty eyesi put the miles behind meand it took us so long to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3920612930791586363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=3920612930791586363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/3920612930791586363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/3920612930791586363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-long-can-it-last.html' title='&quot;how long can it last&quot;'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-5461754591332464287</id><published>2008-05-21T10:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:01:20.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>im a champ</title><summary type='text'>    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5461754591332464287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=5461754591332464287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/5461754591332464287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/5461754591332464287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-champ.html' title='im a champ'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-7015911133821758254</id><published>2008-05-15T10:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:53:50.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'>green is my new black</title><summary type='text'>so after rocking my shirt with the big green recycle symbol for about 8 months, and preaching about the environment and taking these classes (environmental ethic, env geology).... ive decided its time for me to actually become a real tree hugger.  and i dont mean hippy, i mean i actually made changes to lower my carbon footprint... and i know what that means!this is something in the last year, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7015911133821758254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=7015911133821758254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/7015911133821758254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/7015911133821758254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2008/05/green-is-my-new-black.html' title='green is my new black'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-3399714683628644151</id><published>2008-04-20T23:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:35:15.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>honest to blog</title><summary type='text'>i find it funny the only times i need to obsessively blog is when some guy is making me crazy.  maybe i need to switch teams.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3399714683628644151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-5890028300116219906</id><published>2008-04-20T23:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:12:12.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ps</title><summary type='text'>this is not an endorsement of hillary.  i dont really want her to get it because i just dont like her or her politics, and dont feel she will really bring the drastic necessary change our country needs.  i think obama might be the one more likely to try.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5890028300116219906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=5890028300116219906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/5890028300116219906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/5890028300116219906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2008/04/ps.html' title='ps'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-5184019462518758212</id><published>2008-04-20T22:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T12:29:35.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>renovate your soul</title><summary type='text'>im bewildered by girls.  i just dont get how in a time when women can do anything including run (and possibly WIN) for president, we as a gender still treasure getting "that guy" more than anything else.  guys arent like that. i guess i dont share those views, but i just think that you should want more from life than that. if a man goes his whole life with out getting married (ie george clooney) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5184019462518758212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=5184019462518758212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/5184019462518758212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/5184019462518758212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2008/04/renovate-your-soul.html' title='renovate your soul'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-7353533786600257965</id><published>2008-04-18T10:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:57:02.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ch ch ch changes</title><summary type='text'>ive spent the last few months really trying to figure things out.  im still not sure what things i originally decided i needed to change, but things kept getting thrown in my lap, making it a little easier for me.  it basically comes down to that about 6 months ago, i didnt like the person i was. maybe not that even, just the choices i was making, none really good. i was making selfish ones, and </summary><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-5867684385814464910</id><published>2008-02-06T16:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:49:27.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>quitting</title><summary type='text'>im going to quit smoking.  notice i dont say attempt, because i dont believe in half assing somthing like that. you either quit or dont.  i love smoking.  but i have now gone 2 1/2 days without a cig, because ive been suffering from a severe sinus infrection and the thought of smoking was on par with those circus people who swallow fire.  ive quit 2 other times in my life.  once, when i was 16 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5867684385814464910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-8724664604342068925</id><published>2007-12-07T00:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:38:42.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"castles made of sand"</title><summary type='text'>Down the street you can hear her scream "you're a disgrace" As she slams the door in his drunken face And now he stands outside And all the neighbors start to gossip and drool He cries "Oh, girl you must be mad, What happened to the sweet love you and me had?" Against the door he leans and starts a scene, And his tears fall and burn the garden green And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8724664604342068925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=8724664604342068925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8724664604342068925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/8724664604342068925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2007/12/castles-made-of-sand.html' title='&quot;castles made of sand&quot;'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-1773109259243958222</id><published>2007-11-29T23:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:45:03.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>letter to a certain someone... slightly censored</title><summary type='text'>i also want to say i think you are acting completly unreasonable. ihad no idea how deep your narcissism went.  that means you would have to think about someone other than yourself,something you are not capable of doing.  so please, keep telling me im being selfish.  keep telling me i haventthought this through, because that is all i have been doing. theperson being selfish here is you.  step </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1773109259243958222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=1773109259243958222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1773109259243958222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/1773109259243958222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2007/11/letter-to-certain-someone-slightly.html' title='letter to a certain someone... slightly censored'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpgYsq0fEP0/SDWi-SQA9TI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pQiSPkzbIfQ/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-4105554728665111817</id><published>2007-11-29T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:40:30.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>long time coming</title><summary type='text'>i am so angry right now.  you think you know someone. then they turn out to be an even bigger peice of shit than you could imagine.i am so filled with disguist for him.  it actually kinda worries me, i dont know how i will react when our paths cross again.  right now it would be filled with mean, hateful, spiteful words. and kicking. lots of kicking.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-205304936439510698</id><published>2007-11-01T17:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:42:01.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just a kiss</title><summary type='text'>im rackng my brain trying to figure out what my problem is.   i think his most valid point is that i have kissed perfect strangers but cant kiss someone who i have known for years.  it literally makes me want to cry.  i have a strong emotional reaction to kissing this man and i dont know why.  so i dont kiss him.  but more and more im thinking i really really want to.  something has made me aware</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/205304936439510698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421451304255875939&amp;postID=205304936439510698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/205304936439510698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421451304255875939/posts/default/205304936439510698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-kiss.html' title='just a kiss'/><author><name>alison!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12758774996597885231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421451304255875939.post-4126511515772887472</id><published>2007-11-01T12:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:43:40.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the things we wish we never said...</title><summary type='text'>i thought it was important to include this ... if only i had stuck with itso here is what im thinking. i care about you, you know i do. and likei said last night even though you think im talking myself out of it,it makes sense to me that we should be together. i get it. you make melaugh. you make me smile. you get me like no one else does, myselfincluded. but something is holding me back.i can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisondavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4126511515772887472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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