Don't Put Jello In The Centrifuge

allison_chapman @ 2009-06-12T04:57:00

2009-06-12T09:58:16Z

Anyone still alive out there?

RP Love Meme

2009-02-19T06:51:21Z

RP LOVE MEME

CROSS-POSTED LIEK WHOA.

Meme!

2009-01-06T04:44:23Z

♥ the fanficcers love meme, continued ♥

allison_chapman @ 2008-12-07T02:34:00

2008-12-07T02:34:09Z

The Fandom Appreciation Meme: My Thread

allison_chapman @ 2008-09-15T14:11:00

2008-09-15T19:11:59Z

Pass a Secret Note ✘ Meme

Fanfic meme, stolen from rude_not_ginger

2008-02-12T03:00:30Z

1. How about a brief introduction?

I'm Allison, I'm twenty-four, and according to my mother I've been writing since not long after I learned how to write.

2. What got you into fan fiction (and/or adopting muses)?

I'd been writing lame rip-offs of children's books with my sister since like the dawn of time, but I got into actual fanfic writing after I saw The Phantom of the Opera on Broadway in 1997. And even then, at first, it was lame rip-offs of other people's fanfic. >_>

As for adopting muses, when I think about it, technically my first muse adoption happened by complete accident. Somehow, exchanging IMs with another Star Wars fan turned into an epic roleplay soap opera that spanned weeks. I was thirteen and hadn't even really discovered the internet yet.

3. What kind of fan fiction do you write?

I think as far as genre goes, I've got both feet firmly planted in drama, though I have wanted to try my hand at comedy (I vaguely took a stab at it early in Learning to Fall and occasionally in Teacher of Music). Fandomwise, I'm all over the map. I generally tend to write about whatever inspires me to fanfic it.

4. Do you write for the same pairings/characters?

Within fandoms, yup. All my Harry Potter stories have been Percy/Penelope, for instance, though the same OC is the main character in two of them. Both of my Doctor Who stories focus on the Saxons, and both my Alien franchise stories center around Call and Purvis. Those are the only three fandoms I've written more than one story for.

5. What is your most popular fic and why do you think people like it so?

Based on the number of FF.N reviews alone, Teacher of Music wins with 72, though now that I look, it also has the most favs at 40. I think it probably got that way through sheer longevity (it's been on the site for nearly seven years). But I also hope that it being different from other Phantom fanfic, and hopefully a progressive increase in writing quality, has something to do with it.

6. Forget other people, what is the fanfic you've written that you're most proud of and why?

Aside from Teacher of Music, which is my baby, of all my published fics I have a strange extra liking for One Breath. I can't figure out why. (Maybe because I finally cranked out a Star Wars fic after many many years of loving it. :D)

Amongst those fics still burning in development hell, I am especially proud of a chunk I wrote for an original story revolving around the Titanic. I can hardly bear to read it now because it's so embarrassing, but I put a shitload of research into it.

7. Do you find writing easy? Hard? What aspects do you struggle with?

Writing is easy enough for me, I guess... it's making myself actually do it that I have an enormous problem with. "Apathy" ought to be my middle name. And sometimes I struggle with putting my envisioned scenes down into words to my satisfaction.

8. Write a few sentences of your favorite pairing or character.

On them or of them? :D

9. Are there any fan fiction trends/cliches you hate?

I have developed allergies to fluffy Ten/Rose fic. I also have an aversion to those HP futurefics where Harry and Draco use each other for sex (I'm gagging as I type) and the entire Remus/Sirius ship being hinged on that one damn sentence from Prisoner of Azkaban where they hugged like brothers. And Callista bashing. And Luke Skywalker being able to love only one woman in his life, that woman being Mara Jade (BARF).

10. Are you guilty of any of the trends you hate?

I've yet to write any of the above, so...?

11. What was the first fandom you wrote for? Do you still write for it?

The first story I ever finished was an alternate/expanded ending to Edward Scissorhands. :)

12. Name your OTPs and explain what it is about them you love to write.

Reyer/Christine
Because I created that ship, dammit. :D Also because it's so much fun writing a romance where there's no actual romance involved.

Purvis/Call
Because you so know it would have happened (assuming Call and Ripley weren't gay for each other like every other story has it, lol) (and I created that ship too *cough*). And I feel like I have to flex my brain muscles to write those two.

Actually I have a lot of OTPs but those are the only ones I've actually written for.

13. What would you call your writing style?

Wordy? Exposition-heavy?

14. Do you read other people's fan fiction? If so, what do you find yourself reading the most?

All the damn time. I usually like reading dramas that do a lot of character exploration, or crack comedy because I'd probably fail at it myself.

15. Name one thing you'd love to write but have been too afraid or too shy to do.

Writing any of the Doctors from Doctor Who. I would totally fuck them up and not pin down their voice(s) at all.

16. Do you feel uncomfortable taking criticism? Or worse, do you have the dreaded bloated ego?

I beg for criticism, because 99.9% of the reviews that come in from FF.N consist of "HAY THAT WAS GUD UPDATE PLZ". I'm afraid it's giving me a complex.

17. When you write, is there anything that helps?

Sometimes I like to listen to certain songs on repeat. I also think a hell of a lot and map out scenes in my head until I get them close to how I want them, and then start thinking of ways to get them down in words.

18. What inspires you?

Songs, sometimes, or other fanfic, or (in the case of Phantom) going to see a performance.

19. Lastly, how would you sum up your fan fiction experiences and you as a writer?

I've generally had good times. There's been hilarity (the Phantom phanfic award jury) and squeeing (the good folks at PF.N) and occasionally a really nice, thoughtful review coming down the pipe. I hope I've grown as a writer over the years.

20. Tag some friends, because they'll hate you for it.

DOOOOO IIIIIIIIT.

Cross-posted to dreams_in_red and stars_fell.

Haiku memeage

2008-01-15T06:51:32Z

Haiku² for allison_chapman
looked to him if i didn't i take that kind of love instead of
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Created by Grahame

allison_chapman @ 2007-12-13T21:11:00

2007-12-14T03:10:22Z

Stolen from everyone and their dogs:

Two ways to play:

Request kisses from Allison.
If you'd like a kiss from Allison just comment here and let her know. She'll reply to your comment with a drabble of sorts that involves the kiss, or put up a thread to get that kiss on it's way. Or if you'd like a bit more control over the situation just start your own post and mark the entry locked to Allison, and leave me a comment here letting me know where the thread is and the Allison'll be there!

Offer kisses to Others.
If you're feeling particularly bold or adventurous, post the picture in your journal, note that it's open to all, and let people ask for kisses from you. Give them at least a sentence or two in response, though--none of this "*kiss*" nonsense, that's no fun.

ROTM 1.78 MUN PROMPT

2007-11-08T06:44:19Z

Name of Muse: Allison Chapman-Morris
Fandom/Type of Muse: ER/Original Character
Link to muse profile page: http://allison_chapman.livejournal.com/profile
Mun name, nickname or handle: Allison
Best way to get a message to the mun: E-mail, info in the profile
Do you use AIM or any other IM? AIM - username Freyalise
One hundred words about the muse that everyone should know:

Allison is a medical technologist in the oncology department at Cook County General Hospital in Chicago, Illinois. She graduated from UIC at age twenty with a double degree in medical technology and history and has been working at County ever since. Her best friend, Josephine Hollinsworth, is a cello player with the Chicago Symphony. She dotes on her goldfish, loves to bike, suffers her coworkers Mark and Brian (the Idiot Twins) in the lab, and is considered mentally disturbed by County’s chief of surgery. Her husband, Archie, works as an attending in the emergency room. They have a rather quirky relationship.

Prompt only, or available to roleplay? Prompt and roleplay
Posting tag: (when given) ER: Allison Chapman-Morris
Link to memories or tag page showing RotM posts: None yet cause I am a LAZY SLOTH

allison_chapman @ 2007-10-12T04:20:00

2007-10-12T09:27:06Z

PSA here to let interested parties know that I'll be going out of town for a few days. Archie's father passed away and we're going to the funeral.

[locked from Morris]
It's... weird. I know he really disliked and resented his father, but he's taken the news very hard. It doesn't help that the man had been in the hospital for a week and never bothered to call. It's almost like the final insult.

Archie didn't want to go to the funeral, but I convinced him that he ought to. Even if the man was an asshole of epic proportions, he was still his father. I know "closure" is such a trite word, but I hope that maybe Archie can find some.

allison_chapman @ 2007-10-07T17:40:00

2007-10-07T22:42:14Z

Did anyone else from County sign up for that speed dating thing at Ike's? If so, I want to apologize on behalf of my coworkers, the idiot twins. I'm sure they had a great time harassing all the unfortunate ladies there.

[Private post]

2007-04-17T21:30:04Z

I do NOT appreciate a certain drunk surgeon playing with my memories and making me wonder if I've made a mistake in my life. I don't care if he didn't realize what he was doing.

Um.

2007-03-05T03:45:48Z

You'll die from a Heart Attack during Sex.

Your a lover not a fighter but sadly, in the act of making love your heart will stop. But what a way to go.

'How will you die?' at QuizGalaxy.com

...Nice...I think...

allison_chapman @ 2007-02-24T17:34:00

2007-02-24T23:45:43Z

Archie's apparently lost some bet with one of his medical students--Hope--to be precise--so he's offering to buy her dinner. He asked me (after the fact, of course) if I had a problem with it, and I told him no. I honestly don't. I guess I'd be some kind of overly possessive clinging harpy if I did. Besides, if I can't trust my husband to go out to dinner with a friend and not get up to anything, then what can I trust him with? Archie doesn't mind me hanging out with any of my male friends. (Well, okay, he minds Mark, but those two have hated each other from day one and I don't think that will ever change.)

Hope herself invited me to come to one of the study groups sometime, which I have to admit I've considered every now and then. I know they've been good for Archie and Hope seems very sincere ~~if a little overeager~~. Actually, I have to admit it's just incredibly nice for him to have a colleague who doesn't trash talk him, and I know he loves it too. Even if I did have the inclination to be a harpy, I don't think I'd have the heart to try to deprive him of that.

Oh, and that new surgical student is a little elitist bitch. Just saying.

Holiday hilarity [locked from Morris]

2006-12-09T11:28:08Z

I have some pictures of Archie dressed up as Santa that I plan on posting once he stops breathing down my neck about not doing it. I have to be ninja-like about this; even though he did it for his daughter Melia, he doesn't seem to want to share the cheer with the internets. Which is a shame, I think. :)

allison_chapman @ 2006-10-22T21:14:00

2006-10-23T02:59:54Z

There is something that I've been putting off writing about for a while because I'm still not entirely sure what to think or make of it. Just before the Jewish New Year Dr. Dubenko called and invited Archie and myself to dinner because there were some things he wanted to say to us. Turns out part of the New Year is making atonement for things you've done wrong so you can come clean before God, or something like that--I don't think I've got it quite right. But that was what he wanted to do with us: apologize for some of the things he's said and done to both of us over the past year.

To say I was gobsmacked would be an understatement. I honestly thought anything of that sort, coming from him, would only happen when the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse made themselves known. And I was torn over whether to actually accept his apology. On the one hand, I'd only wanted it for ages. On the other, I felt like he'd hurt me too much for mere words to make everything right. I finally decided that if he still thought as ill of me as he had, I didn't want his apology. So I told him that, and a lot of awkwardness ensued for a while because I misinterpreted his answer.

He and Archie were able to talk peaceably enough for some time while I stewed, but inevitably they ended up insulting each other, and Archie went outside the diner we were at to sulk. Some of the awkwardness lifted then, and Dr. Dubenko and I ended up having what I thought was a nice conversation, given the history that's passed between us. We even had a few laughs, and I actually forgot Archie was still outside (he was not happy about that). The two of us, at least, left the diner on what could be called okay terms.

Dr. Dubenko still believes we'll never be friends again, and I'm okay with that, though I have to admit that a tiny part of me hopes we could be someday. I kinda miss having him as someone I looked up to. But at the very least, he doesn't actively hate me anymore, and I can't express in words how happy and relieved I am to be able to say with confidence that the door on that chapter of my life can now be closed.

TM: Tell the truth about something you usually lie about.

2006-10-22T07:47:29Z

[Locked from family and friends]

This... isn't really something I lie about, because I've never talked about it. I guess it's more of a lie by what I don't say, or how I present myself to others, or what I tell myself in the moments that I feel guilty for what I've done. Those moments are relatively rare, because by and large I'm happy with my life, but they come more often than I'd like.

I love my husband. I wouldn't have married him if I didn't--I take that kind of thing very seriously, I always have. He can be very kind and sweet to me in his own (mostly clumsy) way, and like I said, for the most part he makes me happy. He has his moments of idiocy and we argue, like all couples do. I don't regret the fact that I chose him. But the truth, when I let myself think about it, is that this isn't the kind of marriage or love that I imagined I'd be in.

When I was younger (which I understand is relatively speaking, since I'm only twenty-four), I used to imagine that when I fell in love with the man I was destined to marry, it would be a passionate and all-consuming kind of love--the kind that you supposedly find when you meet your One True Soulmate. Hence the "destined" and "soulmate" part. When I found myself feeling that way about someone, that was how I would know he was the one for me.

Well, that's about the exact opposite of how things are with Archie. I started out hating him, then moved to tentatively liking him at times, and finally settled into an affectionate, friendly kind of love. No burning passions, no stars exploding in the heavens, just a deep affection. And this is for the man I married. I have to wonder if my earlier position on the matter was just the product of childish fantasy, or if in fact... I settled. I took the easy way out instead of waiting for that One True Soulmate.

I think that's what I'm trying to admit to myself here... that I don't think my husband, who I pledged to spend my life with and to love and cherish til death do us part, is my soulmate. That I settled for him.

I hate to think that and I certainly would never admit it to him or anyone else. I'm happy, I'm happy with him, I'm happy with my life. It would be a disservice and an insult to say I settled for it, that this life of mine that I willingly chose is a sloppy second. But deep in my heart of hearts, I'm afraid it's true. I settled for a comfortable, affectionate, friendly kind of love instead of holding out for that once-in-a-lifetime love that might never have come anyway.

It is true, though, that I don't think Archie is my soulmate. He couldn't be. We're more like complete opposites that somehow manage to keep from killing each other. He is completely not my ideal when it comes to the perfect man for me. Still, we love each other, and we make each other happy, and wouldn't I be a fool for letting that pass me by? Or am I a bigger fool for choosing it?

I know Archie would be hurt more than anything if he knew, or thought, that I had picked him as second best. On the rare occasions that I let myself think about this, I tell myself it's not true, that I wouldn't do such a thing. But at the same time... he was never that perfect someone waiting for me. He didn't light my heart on fire the way I thought my future husband would. He didn't sweep me off my feet the way your soulmate is supposed to, and even if he tried he would probably trip and drop me anyway.

I settled. I did it, I settled for Archie. And that knowledge hurts more than losing the person who could have been my soulmate ever did.

[Locked from Morris]

2006-10-17T14:26:10Z

Last Thursday has to be a forerunner amongst the days I've asked myself why the hell I married my husband.

It was getting towards the end of my shift when I got a personal call from the ER; it was Pratt, saying Archie had come in and I might want to come down to see him. His voice didn't sound urgent, just... cryptic. I don't know. It made me mildly alarmed; by the tone of Pratt's voice I could tell nothing serious had happened, but I thought maybe Archie had gotten in a minor car accident or something. I knew he had planned on going to see his biological son Max's soccer game that afternoon. So I told the others in the lab that I had something personal to take care of, and I'd be back.

And what did I find when I came downstairs? Archie with a busted lip and a rapidly darkening eye, being questioned by a cop in one of the exam rooms, and Max with his parents out in the main room, one of them with her arm in a sling. I didn't think it was possible for my stomach to plummet through the floor that fast. My first thought was oh God, what did he do know?

Turns out, Archie had been a bit more involved in the game than I'd thought he would be. I know he likes to keep in touch with his biological kids through e-mail. We've both been to one of Max's games before, though all we did was sit in the stands and watch. I also went to videotape one of Michael's Dance Dance Revolution tournaments, and though he knew I would be there, I didn't talk to him. I figured Archie had been taking the same approach on his own, but boy was I ever wrong. And I probably should have known better. Apparently he'd been rather blatantly cheering Max on, complete with fatherly pat on the rear, and Max's parents had (rightfully, from their point of view) called pedophile. Plus some fellow parent had tried to start a fight with him and ended up tripping and knocking himself out.

I wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarassment.

Fortunately for everyone involved, Max spoke up and told his parents that Archie wasn't a child molestor, but rather his biological father. After a lot of surprise and questions, they changed their minds about pressing charges. I'd been observing more or less from the sidelines at the admit desk, hoping for the floor to swallow me whole, but Archie took the opportunity then to gesture me forward and introduce me as his wife (he'd seen me when he and the cop had left the exam room). Max's mothers were very polite and invited us both to dinner so they could get to know us; Archie accepted quite happily but I declined. I didn't think I had much of a place there.

I got Archie to come back in the exam room with me after that because I said we needed to talk, though "talk" ended up being something of an understatement. I just exploded at him--I couldn't believe he'd been stupid enough to pull a stunt like that, why didn't he think, how would it have looked to him if he'd been in Max's parents' place, why hadn't he gone clean with the parents of all his kids from the beginning like he'd said he would and I'd thought he had? It was like yelling at a chagrined little kid. He's how many years older than me, and I'm always the mature head of reason. Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?

He apologized, and promised me he'd contact Michael, Melia, and Hana's parents first thing. He did in fact do that later that night, because I sat and watched him type out the e-mails after he got home from his dinner with Max and Max's parents. Our phone was busy this past weekend. So now everything is aboveboard with the kids, the way it should have been months ago.

I do love Archie--I wouldn't have married him if I didn't--but sometimes I swear I feel more like a babysitter than a wife. Why can't he use his brain when it comes to other people?

From everyone...

2006-09-27T05:04:45Z

Smoked pot -- $10
Did acid -- $5
Ever had sex at church -- $25
Woke up in the morning and did not know the person who was next to you -- $40
Had sex with someone on MySpace -- $25
Had sex for money -- $100
Ever had sex with a Puerto Rican -- $20
Vandalized something -- $20
Had sex on your parents' bed -- $10
Beat up someone -- $20
Been jumped -- $10
Cross-dressed -- $10
Given money to stripper -- $25
Been in love with a stripper -- $20
Kissed some one who's name you didn't know -- $0.10
Hit on some one of the same sex while at work -- $15
Ever drive drunk -- $20
Ever got drunk at work, or went to work while still drunk -- $50
Used toys while having sex -- $30
Got drunk, passed out, and don't remember the night before -- $20
Went skinny dipping -- $5
Had sex in a pool -- $20
Kissed someone of the same sex -- $10
Had sex with someone of the same sex -- $20
Cheated on your significant other -- $10
Masturbated -- $10
Cheated on your significant other with their relative or close friend -- $20
Done oral -- $5
Got oral -- $5
Done / got oral in a car while it was moving -- $25
Stole something -- $10
Had sex with someone in jail -- $25
Made a nasty home video -- $15
Had a threesome -- $50
Had sex in the wild -- $20
Been in the same room while someone was having sex -- $25
Stole something worth over more than a hundred dollars -- $20
Had sex with someone 10 years older -- $20
Had sex with someone under 21 and you are over 27 -- $25
Been in love with two people or more at the same time -- $50
Said you love someone but didn't mean it -- $25
Went streaking -- $5
Went streaking in broad daylight -- $15
Been arrested -- $5
Spent time in jail -- $15
Peed in the pool -- $0.50
Played spin the bottle -- $5
Done something you regret -- $20
Had sex with your best friend -- $20
Had sex with someone you work with at work -- $25
Had anal sex -- $80
Lied to your mate -- $5
Lied to your mate about the sex being good -- $25

Archie says we need to work on making me more expensive.

Locked from Morris

2006-09-24T07:53:03Z

Somewhere, in my heart of hearts, I'm surprised it took as long as it did, but--well. I finally let it out to Archie what I think about his 'kids'.

I didn't mean to... we were visting Brittany and talking about her new baby boy (who is incredibly cute and very good-tempered), and Archie started waxing rhapsodic about how "awesome parenthood is", and the words just came flying out of my mouth. I know they're biologically his, but they're not his. I know he knows that, and I'm glad he took the news so well and cottoned to the idea so quickly, but I can't help but be hurt over it because they appeared so soon after my miscarriage. Even though we both agreed that it was probably a good thing, since we were in no way ready for a baby.

I guess it just hurt because I felt like I'd failed, somehow. Like, my pregnancy didn't work out so Archie feels like he has to play father to kids that aren't really his. If I hadn't miscarried, would he have reacted to those kids the same way? I know he loves kids and wants to have his own someday. He might even be ready for it now. But me? I don't know. I'd be a high-risk pregnancy, and I don't know if I could handle losing another baby. I don't know if he could. I don't want that strain hanging over us.

I told him I'd think about it, and I am. A lot, and very hard. I just... I wish I had someone I could talk about this to who would really understand.

"Sextrology" meme

2006-09-13T06:06:41Z

I was way too amused by Brittany's reaction to her husband's results for this, so I thought I'd give it a spin.

Leo Woman

...

Heterosexual

Leo has little interest in games or fantasy role-plays and is decidedly turned off by guys who seem too in their head in bed. For her, nothing can replace just plain going at it, full force, with no need for titillating detours, which, to her mind, only break the natural rhythm of two bestial bodies doing the deed they were designed to do. For the Leo woman, great sex must have many peaks and valleys. Not one to ever bother with the quickies so many other signs enjoy, she won't get out of bed until she's sufficiently satisfied, which often means having had more than just one, or even two, orgasms- hers are so explosively complete- and she'll take the interval “recovery time” to play with her lover, urging him to stay inside, squeezing him to keep the hope alive for another round, or perhaps trying to beat her own record for getting him back up should he go down. Despite the obvious pleasure oral sex conveys, she sees having her kitty licked as merely a fleeting precursor to penetration. She requires a fiercly masculine lover precisely so she can be her ferocious, aggressive sexual self and still manage to come off like a delicate flower in comparison.

Straight turn-ons: Swarthy looks, dark hair, darting eyes, body hair, stubble, Mediterraneans, Latins, rough trade, defined pecs, biceps, legal teens, flirtation, seduction, penis girth, staying power, struggle, play-fighting, wrestling, being filmed, outdoor, beach sex, m-f-f threesomes, “primitive” role-play, (active) teasing, tickling, torture, ball play, handcuffs/whips, exhibitionism, masturbation, male models, male strip clubs, sixty-nine, (passive) anal sex, girl-on-top, doggie style

Homosexual

The Lioness, who even when straight identified can be rather bisexual by nature, has intense relationships with women overall. Leo is compelled to “turn up the heat” on other females, whose placid natures she blames on society's crushing domination of her gender. Gay Leo's relationships often start with the Lioness teasing a woman, gauging whether she has the requisite impassioned responses she'll later hope to encounter in the bedroom. She often just plain has the hots for “straight acting” women, eliciting a thrill from being the first to initiate someone into same-sexuality. Even better, she enjoys luring a prospective partner away from a man- the ultimate power trip for this gay power sign. Unlike straight Leo, she is OK with her masculine side, the whole drag king concept was no doubt initiated by a Leo, who can be fetishistic about male attire- and she intends to play the traditional husband role with a partner. Sex, for her, means an absolute sharing of emotion, and quite frankly, if she's not feeling the love, she'll have nothing to give. She is profoundly loyal and demands the same in return. She demands that a lover play the femme in bed, wearing frilly lingerie, performing seductive stripteases, and otherwise indulging in stereotypically female trappings. Leo loves to kick back, letting her lover do the oral servicing, urging her on with verbal taunts before flipping her over to deliver an even more vigorous tounge-lashing, licking her in the right places one wouldn't have imagined lingually reachable. Working her lover over with toys, too, puts a glint in the Lioness's eyes, as does strapping on a dildo and driving her woman to orgasm after orgasm.

Gay turn-ons: Submissive/naive females, femmes, married straight women, blond hair, blue eyes, perky breasts, tight bottoms, shaved muffs, long legs, extended foreplay, top positioning, cross-dressing, strapping on, (active) forced penetration, flattery/fawning, (active) heavy b+d, (active) lite s+m, mastering, dressing in drag, colorful, kinky lingerie, animal sounds, spanking, showing off, sitting on face, monogamy, marriage

My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 99% on Sex
You scored higher than 99% on Starsign

Link: The Sextrology Test written by KamikazeParrot on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

I am totally not into threesomes, I've never really been turned on by "swarthy" types, and roleplaying is just not my cup of tea...

Stolen from everyone and their dog

2006-09-02T22:43:48Z

allison_chapman's LJ stalker is doctorhouse_tm!

doctorhouse_tm is stalking you because a little birdie told them you talked behind their back. They are also slowly poisoning you!

LJ Stalker Finder
From Go-Quiz.com

allison_chapman @ 2006-07-03T14:34:00

2006-07-03T19:34:59Z

Hmm.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	High
Level 2 (Lustful)	Moderate
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	High
Level 7 (Violent)	Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Test

TM: When I awoke the next morning...

2006-06-10T23:28:02Z

...I wanted to die. No joke.

I didn’t realize where I was at first--just that an alarm clock was going off, and then someone was saying something, and it was bugging the hell out of me, so I rolled over and tried to mash my face in the pillow to make the noise go away. Then, somehow, I realized it wasn’t my pillow. Maybe it was the smell... your own pillow tends to take on your personal scent, I’ve found. And this one didn’t have mine. Maybe it was the fact that the alarm clock had been turned off, but it hadn’t been me that had done it. I don’t know. Anyway.

I looked up, and there Archie--no, Morris, I called him by his last name then--was, grinning at me, and something in me shriveled and died and left me with the most unspeakable horror and disgust in my heart.

I don’t think it was so much the fact that it was him I’d woken up next to, as it was that I knew what I’d done. Which was take advantage of him. That was something I’d always imagined him doing. Not me. I hadn’t liked Archie from the moment I’d met him, mostly based on things I’d heard about him, and I’d told myself I was better than him. Realizing I’d done the one thing he’d had every opportunity to do but hadn’t? Wasn’t a pretty moment for me. I felt very, very ugly inside.

Feeling so awful at (apparently) having misjudged him, and the way I was being judged by others at the time, was the reason I decided to put aside my dislike and give him an honest shot at (the very least) friendship. It just didn't seem right to keep treating him the way I had been, when there were people treating me the same way and it was causing me so much pain. And no, I still don’t regret that decision.

allison_chapman @ 2006-05-20T02:30:00

2006-05-20T07:46:32Z

I had the nightmare again last night.

Archie came home very, very late, well past time he was supposed to be off. I considered staying myself but once I was able to talk to him he said there wasn't any point in waiting, he didn't know when he'd be home because he wanted to stay and make sure his friend Jerry would be okay. So I left, and called Joey and cried. She and Andy had left a zillion messages on our answering machine after hearing about the shootout on the police scanner.

After that I just sat and waited. Or paced and waited, more like. I couldn't sit still. I kept changing the TV channels, jumping up and making lame attempts at straightening the living room, downing Sprites like I was trying to set a world record. When Archie finally dragged himself in, he looked like he'd lost ten pounds and aged ten years. His friend made it through surgery and was doing well in recovery, although his mother was apparently being something of a pain. Neither of us slept at all--I tried but only got in about half an hour before I started dreaming about the El platform and Archie woke me up. We ended up just lying in bed for the rest of the night, talking sometimes, but mostly just holding each other.

It's been over twenty-four hours and there's no news of Sam Kovac or her son Alex. I know she doesn't like me but I'm still hoping that she and Alex come home safely, and that they and Sam's baby aren't hurt.