sin context

I need a wife.

Is that mold?

Maybe it would be worth the money.

That’s a man.

Because I'm an adult.

This city. Beautiful.

Repeat after me, “No.”

Do they pump hope into the air or is it just pollution?

No, really. That’s a man.

The shading on that shark is too heavy.

I think he might have a stroke soon—please help.

It doesn’t work like that, cupcake.

It’s all for you.

It’s all for me.

Fine, request a date. But that’s a man.

Wait!

I cannot keep up with my life.

Santa Barbara

It's old news at this point, but here are some photos from a whale watching expedition off the coast of Santa Barbara (I'm well aware that none of these photos actually have any whales in them):

Marine biologist Allison was about to lose it at this point. A pod of thousands of dolphins?! Seriously?! Yes, please.

For anyone who cares...

My Schedule

(Written to the tune of Whiffle Squeak)

by Allison Avery

On Mondays I work from 10 to 6,

10 to 6,

10 to 6.

On Mondays I work from 10 to 6,

And then go to class until 10.

On Tuesdays I learn from 1 to 10,

1 to 10,

1 to 10.

On Tuesdays I learn from 1 to 10,

And then go home and do work.

On Wednesdays I work from 10 to 6,

10 to 6,

10 to 6.

On Wednesdays I work from 10 to 6,

And then go out for a drink.

On Thursdays I learn from 4 to 10...thirty,

4 to 10...thirty,

4 to 10...thirty.

On Thursdays I learn from 4 to 10...thirty,

And then go home and collapse.

And now for the more practical version:

M: work 10-6, class 7-10

T: class 1-10

W: work 10-6

Th: class 4-10:30

It kind of turned into a New Year's resolution post. Sorry.

I guess it's about time for a new post, huh? Okay.

Truth be told, I've been awfully lazy the last couple of weeks. I'm kind of ready to get back to the grind. I have that wonderful I'm-going-to-do-things-right-this-time feeling that only a new semester/quarter of school can provide (and maybe having multiple children, but I wouldn't know for sure).

The first quarter wrapped up just fine. I kind of mailed in a few of my finals, but I got all A's (though "Everyone gets an A in grad school," says Lucas). I think the most important thing is that I figured out how I have to operate to keep from being constantly stressed and be only periodically stressed. (I can have Friday and Saturday evenings off, but only Saturday afternoons if I've gotten a lot accomplished already. Sunday is always a work day.) And I can't not exercise. I exercised a total of one time this past quarter (I got lost on my way to the UCLA gym...so yeah, that bad). That's something I have to make time for in the future--for vanity's sake, sure (I do live in LA), but primarily because I think I would be much less stressed if I did. And I have to make more time for keeping up with loved ones, too. I'm sorry to everyone whom I neglected the past four months. I promise to try to be better. Basically, I just need to be more efficient in general (says the girl who has unfinished assignments due in one week and is writing a blog post-- and speaking of...)

By the way, TWO of my professors gave us work to do over the holiday. Really? So maybe in the interest of doing things right/better I should wrap this up and get back to those. Yeah? Yeah.

PS-- Thanks to everyone who's been a faithful and/or occasional reader!

(From the CC Botanical Gardens)

Finals Week

No me gusta.

(That means I don't like it.)

Guess who's going to be an intern at Fox?

Hint: It's not a trick question.