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Allyson Rambles. A Lot. | June 11, 2009

Today’s blog is going to be all over the place, as I have a lot of random things to talk about.

1. Last night i had the weirdest. dream. ever. So it started out that I was in this ballet. I have no clue what the ballet was, but I was one of the main characters, and I had to get into a knife fight with a lion which would cause me to die. The lion was supposed to be played by this girl Rachel who is an actual member of my dance company, but she had gotten injured and couldn’t dance the part. Instead my friend Brie, another actual company member, would be taking her place. So we were on stage, and it turned out that the knives that we were using were real knives, and I would actually be stabbed in the arm. So I was really nervous about this, but when it happened it turned out not to be as bad as I thought. The show went wonderfully, and everyone loved it. (Which is an odd occurrence considering the fact that basically no one comes to our ballets, and those that do are usually friends or relatives of the dancers, and therefore have an obligation to be there.)

Then it was the next day and I was at my grandma’s flower shop after school, waiting for my mom to come pick me up. This was also weird, because I had a working car, and it was parked outside in the parking lot, so I could have easily driven myself home. However, when my mother arrived there she said that she had to work there, because they were really busy or something. I wasn’t happy about this, because it meant that I had to stay there longer with nothing but my homework to keep me entertained. I decided to go outside to the front of the shop so get some deoderant because I was almost out, and apparently my grandma sold that kind of stuff all of a sudden. However, when I came back inside everyone was freaking out because they didn’t know where I was. This caused my mother and I to start yelling at each other, and me to storm off into the kitchen to gather my things and leave in my car.

I started dirving down Main Street, but I guess some of the other drivers were confused, because it is a one way street, and there were many cars going the wrong way. This made it rather hard to drive, and I ended up turning on to some random street that I’m sure doesn’t even exist. During this time my car magicaly turned into a bicycle, and I was stopped by a strange looking man who appeared to be dressed up for Halloween. He told me that a crime had been committed, and I wasn’t allowed to leave. I explained to him that I had nothing to do with the crime. I had only just came to this street, and I was just trying to go home. He said that was okay, and I could leave, just not the waythat I came, because they were cloing Main Street so the police could complete their investigation.

By this time, my bike had completely disappeared. I began to walk home. I turned a corner, and that’s when I noticed how strange this part of town was. It was like a scene from the Halloweentown movies on Disney Channel, but it wasn’t anywhere near time for Halloween. It was almost summer. This man began following me, and we somehow ended up in a house. He told me that he would help me get home. I somehoe believed him, so I decided to stick with him. However, he just kept walking me through this ginormous house, and it seemed like we were getting nowhere. I told him that I could find my own way home, but he would have none of that. I tried to get away from him, but he wouldn’t leave me alone. I began screaming and kicking and hitting him, but nothing affected him. It was horrible, and all I wanted to do was run away as fast as I could, which I easily could have considering that this man was rather large and I could have outrun him even given the fact that I despise running. However that thought never seemed to register in my feet, so I just stayed there with him. I finally began screaming for him to leave me alone, and he somehow agreed to it. I started to walk out of the room that we were in, and it didn’t seem like he was following me. Then. he turned off the lights, so I couldn’t see anything. This kept happening wherever I went, and I told him that that’s not really what leaving me alone is. Then I woke up.

2. Last night I had to work. I was scheduled to be a facer, which did not seem like a fun idea to me, considering the factthat I hate facing. However, it turned out to be pretty much the best work experience ever. I’m way over qualified to be a facer, and I got done with all of my aisles in an hour and a half. I then moved on to end caps, and finally, I helped the other girl finish her last aisle. By that time it was eight o’clock, and we went on break. After that wewent back down to work, and our manager called us over. He asked us who wanted a job to do, but he wouldn’t tell us what it was. I volunteered, and he told me to take all of the bags of ice out of the cooler up front and take them to the freezer in the back room. I did this, and when I came back he was standing there with a hammer. He told me that I had to knock all of the ice that had built up on the walls down. Now, I’ve never really taken a hammer and beat the crap out of anything, and I’m not usually a violent person, but this was rather enjoyable. Except for the fact that I was getting all wet from the falling ice. It was fun, though, to see all the people walking by and the weird looks that they gave me.

3. Don Quixote. This story has come into my life many times, it seems. A few years back, when Giorgi and Eka first came to teach ballet at my dance studio we did a performance called An Evening of Ballet. My ballet class performed a variation from the ballet version of Don Quixote. I really have no clue what we were supposed to be in the story, but we danced with little arrows like Cupid would carry. It was fun, even though we were all terrified of Giorgi and Eka, unti lwe saw them perform in the show and were then amazed by their talent.

Then the next year on spring break I went to Florida with my family and my brother’s girlfriend. We spent two days in Disneyworld, and when we went on the Small World ride I sat next to my dad. We got to the Spanish portion of the ride and he pointed out the Don Quixote doll who was fighting a windmill because he thought it was a dragon.

Fast forward to this winter when we are learning about the…crap I forgot what it’s called. That shows how great of a student teacher Mr. McNulty was. It was people questioning authority and government and thinking for themselves, and so they were making all of these scientific discoveries and thinking of new styles for government and stuff, but then they got censored for having these ideas, so writers got around that by writing fiction stories that expressed these ideas, and Don Quixote was written by Cervantes to make fun of chivalry. I would look it up, but I’m too lazy. It started with an R. I feel really dumb now. Anyways, he told us about this book and how he had a little midget squire called Sancho Panza, and he made it sound really interesting, and it inspired me to want to read this book. I had my dad buy it for me, but I didn’t want to start reading it until after school was over and I had more time to focus on it.

Then on Tuesday I was in ballet class with my friend Katie. We were standing there watching some of our fellow students dance when we looked at the poster that was hanging on the wall next to us. And just guess what the poster was for. Of course, New York Ballet’s production of Don Quixote. Katie said that we should do that ballet this spring, except we don’t have any guys. I said that I would be Don, but then I quickly remembered Sancho Panza and opted for his role since I’m pretty much a midget. Katie decided to go for the role of Don, and we’re both very excited, even though we know that would never happen.

Anyways, I decided to start reading the book after this discussion, and I’m finding that it’s pretty much the best book ever.

Also, I got a Flight of the Conchords t-shirt from Hop Topic yesterday, and I’m really excited about it.


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My name's Allyson. I'm a nerd. This is my life.







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