These are the fables on my street.

In addition to my last post, I am crushing on many-a-boy. And on a side note, someone has called me twice in the past few days to potentially hang out. What is that all about?

Finally.

I finally spoke with Tony about why I was left. It isn't something that I want to talk about here, but the only thing I can say about it openly is that I now was able to see how much of a shitty person he is and how much growing up he needs to do. With that being said, I bet he would make a mighty fine gentleman in about 200 years.

Why did I think it was a good idea to go out last night? I am currently at school and just got done working on some homework and my allydahlberg.com blog templates. I have all of these ideas and I am ready! ready! ready! but I am so tired and ready! ready! ready! to sleep.

I haven't been outside since this morning, but I can already tell that it is late spring. Because during late spring is when I become completely obsessed with the idea of a summer romance. I keep pondering the perks of one. I want to spend my entire summer with just one person, to tell you the truth.

Chelsea was the best summer heterosexual romance that I have ever had. Wesley and Blaine make for the best gay romance that I've ever had. But as a woman, I am not promiscuous by nature and instead of this summer romance being strictly platonic, I want it to be sexy and fun.


I will not be your one night muse.

These are my thoughts.

I think that men in general are just outright fucked up. I was previously going on a few dates with a guy who gave me the courtesy of coming to my house to end what could have never been potentially "us." I only say "never" because I was not feeling it myself, yet I was feeling it a bit more than he was. The only thing that went through my mind during the entire thing was, "Why couldn't Tony just have done this?"

Now, it does seem like he did the right thing by confronting me. But why is it that when a man attempts to end a bond between him and a woman, he ends up showering her with compliments as well. I think it's a bit patronizing. Don't hug me. Don't kiss me on the cheek. Don't tell me you've cried just thinking about how to end it.







Dear you,

You came on strong first. And for that, it is your fault that you are just another male statistic who gets afraid when a girl shows reciprocal interest.

Cheers,

Ally


PS: Oh well. At least I got to have sex.

A sneak preview to allydahlberg.com...

Idea for my new blog logo.

Everyone one of my homes.

The house on Cedar Ave in Minneapolis with my father, stepmother, brother, sister, brother and many uncles and family friends.
The townhouse in Maple Grove with my mother and stepfather.
The apartment in St. Louis Park with my mother and stepfather.
The house in Maple Grove with my mother, stepfather and brother.
The house in Rogers with my mother, stepfather, and brother.
The house in Charlotte, North Carolina with my father, stepmother, brother and brother.
The house in Maple Lake with my mother, her boyfriend and brother.
The apartment in Maple Lake with my mother and brother.
The duplex with my stepmother, father, brother and brother.
The dorms at Perpich Center for Arts Education.
The house in Edina with my father, stepmother, brother, brother and once upon a time with my uncle and cousin.
The apartment with Karl and Chelsea.
The tiny house with Sam and Dion.
The big house with Rachel, Wes and Alex (and mostly Chelsea).
The chicago apartment with Shannon and Amanda.

And now I am moving again. No wonder I feel a bit sad.



I have moved 15 times in my 22 years of existence. After living at Mariah's, then Phanessa's...I want to live at one solid house for more than a year.

Oh boy.

I took off all of my clothes just sit naked on my bed, embracing nothing but air around my body. I have been sitting in the nude, looking up youtube videos about spider monkeys. I have been working on the weekends, and I don't like it. Closing on Friday and Saturday nights is something to hate. I keep feeling hints of sadness. I think it is due to moving.

I will be staying in Pilsen at Mariah's place for a half of a month. I will be taking care of her cat, Georgia. I love Georgia.

The most wonderful feeling that I've had in a while was waking up with you in my bed.


bah.

Okay, so I lied. (Official last post of the day)

My last posting of the day.

I cannot decide if I would rather be Patti Smith, having Bob Dylan swooning, looking into my eyes. Or if I would want to be Bob Dylan swooning, looking into Patti Smith's eyes.

Let the games begin.

On the letter from Chelsea.

Tactile.

Second Attempt at Textures (Only cropping in photoshop)

First Attempt, Magazine Textures for Class (Some Photoshop).

The Ghosty Obsession.

The stars are a roof above our head.

Hey, Ally...

How are you doing? I wanted to send an e-mail, let's see how I do. I've been in the library all day and getting tired of it, fruitlessly searching databases for tediously written articles on transit opportunities. So fun.

Has your day been better? What time do your friends arrive? How are you going to show them Chicago?

Damn, I wish I had more to say. The deadline for Men's Health magazine is tomorrow. I really don't feel like applying. They've made it purposefully difficult. I can't find a street address and it's a terrible chore to arrange my portfolio online. It just doesn't translate virtually.

I met a really cool girl this weekend. Wore myself out a bit riding my bike all the way out to Logan Square and back, but it was well worth it. We walked around her neighborhood and had a spontaneous dip into a dive at Fullerton & Milwaukee. We liked each other so much, we just had to see each other when she got off work that night. I took her up my way, to another dive, then she stayed the night. We walked out on the beach in the morning and it was really nice. I hope I see her again soon. Oh, wait' that's you.

Attached is the tale of a recent trip I made to North Carolina.

Have a good one,

Chris

Distance has the way of making love understandable.

They love each other!



This poor little sad hippo man!



Ewww, monkeys.



They found this beast in the great hills of Scotland.



Eww, doing it.



What the fuck is that?



Stop! Don't be tempted to jump over and swim with these dear creatures.


Today, Mariah and I are going to the zoo. We are going to take our bikes and venture to the closest thing Chicago has to the Animal Kingdom. I haven't been to a zoo with my trip to Amsterdam. And I am quite excited!

A very unflattering and poorly lit depiction..

of a found object project that I've been working on.

And just like me, they long to be, close to you.

Today I was in my anthropology class, and this really weird guy had the nerve to say that one of the dominant traits of a male is "being direct." I spoke so fast, to counteract his statement. I demanded him to tell me that if men are predominately "direct" then why do a lot of them abandon their pregnant wives and girlfriends without saying a word about it? Why don't they ever tell you the real reason that they are breaking up with you? Why don't they ever talk about their emotions, and why do mostly women attend therapy? To me, that isn't being direct. That is being cowardly. They can be stereotypically big, strong and providing but doesn't someone need to express a certain amount of emotion in order to be "direct"? If I am not mistaken, aren't most men not supposed to show "emotion" as a societal standard? It isn't that I agree with standards of society, but I think that stereotypes are there for a reason. Whether it be from a biological standpoint, or a sociological standpoint.

I refuse to spend the next two months grieving. I did that once last year, and it was awful.




The day is beautiful, I have cigarrettes and three great art projects.

So Akili and I drank what his friend refers to as "Redneck Mimosas." Otherwise called Brass Monkeys. I also drew a ribbon for Akili that said something along the lines that "Akili is a winner" because his roommate Alex had one on the fridge. So I decided to draw one. I just love that his roommate asked me after I made it, "Where did you get a cut out of a ribbon?" hehe.

An illusion to me now.

Alphagenia.

Ghosties.

I think I've decided that I like the black and white version better.