Day 19: Rainnnnn

Rain, rain, go away. Come again another...

Oh wait...

I love the rain. 

A lot.

Eric and Steph, thanks for playing in the rain with me.

My State of Mind Today:

Forget everything that makes me upset. Worry doesn't change anything, and surely doesn't make me happy.

Don't wonder what is going on in other peoples minds. I'll never know, regardless of the fact that I know everything about them.

Don't let someone make me forget about all the things I like about myself.

Realize that he is just strange. 

BE HAPPY. 

And most importantly...

Go play in the rain some more.

Day 18: Nerd Alert

State for Canterbury Belles, Saxon Knights, Orchestra, and Percussion!

Ferris ruled all in music and sports this year. Nice job to eeerybody.

I love being in choir.

I love the friends I have in choir.

The people that share the same passion that I do, and never fail to make me feel better.

I love choir busses.

Singing (Obvi)

Braiding Hair and doing makeup.

Playing "Pony Girl"

Playing Dungeons and Dragons. (Curse you Jeremiah, you actually made me like that game...)

Sleeping in the aisle of the bus. (That was just me...)

The TJ's.

Harmonizing to rap songs. (Such as "Put It Down On Me" ...inappropes.)

Sleeping. Das nice.

Singing the Tuesday song, with dance, wif my Madelyn. 

Almost kissing Felicia. Uh, whoops.

I love you guys. Our abnormal interactions keep me sane.

Day 17: Canterbury Babies

Today I was thinking about all the girls trying out for Canterbury Belles this year, and I feel for them. Last year at this time... I was losing my shee. But don't you worry, everything will be great. And also, if you're looking for a good luck charm that is almost guaranteed to get you in... drink a Pepsi right before you audition. Worked like a charm for me!

SO, IN CONCLUSION:

I'm nervous for Belles auditions even though i'm already in it.

I hate homework.

Thesperados was funny.

I'm probably going to lose my Harvey ticket.

And I love Skyping.

Goodnight.

Day 16: Sincerely, Ali

Dear Norah Jones,

   I want to be you. Is that okay? It's not a big deal or anything... but I am going to steal your identity. I will take your voice, your beauty, and your overall success of being a human.

Dear Jake Gyllenhaal, 

  I want to marry you. Not only do I want to, but I will. Yep. Because we are soul mates, and regardless of what People magazine says about your feeling for other woman... we are in love. For life.

Dear Taylor Swift,

  I don't have anything personally against you... but how do you have so many break up songs? I mean really... you're like, what, 12?

Dear John Mayer,

  Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm :)

Dear Hitler,

  I am learning about you in history. You weren't a nice person. I'm glad we were never friends.

Dear Donald Trump,

  ........hm.

Dear James Earl Jones,

  I'll never see you and not think "Oh, hey Mufasa." 

My thoughts on random people. 

Day 15: GRR.

"This too shall pass".

I'm not sure what it means for me yet. 

I'm not sure where i'll be or how i'll feel when it passes.

I don't know who i'll be with, or who i'll be over.

IF i'll be over them.

I just know this feeling right now, the one that surrounds me always, and makes me question absolutely everything, and makes me wonder what I did to cause it... will pass.

Please pass faster.

Day 14: Hocking Love

I love babysitting.

Specifically, I love the Hocking children.

Let me tell you why...

First of all, they are a species of beauty all on their own. Truly.  And did I mention they are hilarious?

Nathan: "The girls hair in Tangled is 70ft long..." Me: "What?! How do you know that?" Nathan: "...well, I think I just know."

Josie: "Climbing up that tower would be kiiiiiinda scary. But fun."

Josie: "I want to punch that old lady in the face!!" Me: "Well... I don't think we should."

Connor: "Why do those lanterns fly?" Nathan: "It's a movie Connor! Come on!!"

Nathan: "Ali, can we watch Wall-E?" Me: "Nathan... you JUST watched it." Nathan: "........Well...."

Nathan: "I think I was walking at 4 months old." Casey: "No, Nathan. You couldn't." Nathan: "Then I was talking..." Casey: "Nathan, babies can't talk OR walk!"

Me: "Josie, are you trying to eat another cupcake??" Josie:"..........I think... naah." Me: "Good plan."

Did I also mention how sweet and easy to take care of they are?

Did I also mention that I love them?

Did I also mention that I want to keep them?

Okay, but did I mention that I want to see them everyday for the rest of my life?

I also love Brayden and Connor.

Really a lot.

I mean a whole lot.

So... did I mention how cute they are?

Day 13: Eathter

Happy Jesus Resurrection Day!

Today was a fun filled day consisting of food for days, candy for days, family for days, and lots of love.

I love Rolos.

Okay? I love them.

Hey Jesus, thanks for being so cool!

Oh, and Mommy and Daddy, thank you for the iPod speakers!

I get presents on Easter sometimes, ya jeal?

Day 12: Spring

A late blog night means a good springy day.

1. Wearing a dress that looks like Spring. I mean, this thing sweats out the Spring season.

2. Going to Starbucks with my Steph (which was going to be my Schmick boys, which I miss so much, and will see very soon because I love my Brayden and my Connor.)

              3. Going to watch some Ultimate Frisbee with my Rachel, while she was still in her cheer uniform, which I learned later that the boys thought that was just for show.

4. Going to watch a soccer game with my Steph and my Eric. And meeting our Nathan!

  5. Eating Taco Bell with my Steph and my Eric.

6. Watching my Nathan and my Duncan play some tennis.

7. Hot tubbing with my Nathan, my Duncan, my Eric, and my Keenan.

Good day.

HAPPY EASTER.

Happy girl in Spring.

Day 11: Stub

This is my Stephanie Noelle Zabala

I couldn't love her more than I do.

She's my best fraan.

She looks just like me.

We are too good at "pretending" to be in love.

We accidentely kissed once in front of her boyfriend and my parents.

We hold hands on the daily.

And we scream and make weird noises around each other.

She has been there through my emotional roller coasters.

She has hugged me while I cried. 

She has brought me tissues while I cried.

She has cried while I cried.

She has made jokes while I cried.

She has told me things that are embarrassing about herself while I cried.

She has told me why my situations are better off than hers while i've cried.

She has taken my side on everything I have cried about.

She has told me exactly what I wanted to hear, even if it wasn't what she really thought while I cried.

She has protected me while I cried.

She has threatened to hurt the next person to make me cry.

She has loved me while I was happy, sad, nervous, annoying, selfish, bitter, irritated, and crying.

I love her with my whole heart, and I know for sure she will always have my crackable back.

<3

Love you Stub!

Day 10: Stupid April

Dear April,
   I am writing to you today in regards to your extreme confusion as to what your job is, and what Decembers job is. I'll help you out. For starts, YOU DON'T SNOW. Ever. Never once should you snow. Also, everyone sort of assumes that you will start to bring out the sun, so us girls can start to bring out the dresses. So far, you have been very up and down with your duties. Don't worry, i'm not going to throw you out of the year, but I am going to give you a stern talking to, and a warning; if you don't shape up, my emotional levels are going to spiral out of control, and I am going to reek havoc.  Cool, thanks.

With a fair heads up,
Ali Daisley.

P.S Here is a study guide for you to better understand your expected progress.

And also...

My cat snores and barfs.

Day 9: Sum-Sum-Summer

"More than ten people a year are killed by vending machines."

...I'm sorry.

What?

Now, this is truly tragic. But let me just ask, how does someone get themselves in such a compromising position with a vending machine? 

Anyway, let's get to the point...

I WANT SUMMER. NOWWWWW.

I want ice cream I want late nights I want hot tubs I want no homework I want shorts I want gladiators I want sun dresses I want cute pictures I want to live in my strapless swimsuits I want the lake I want to travel I want to have adventures I want to hike I want candy I want to never go to school I want to turn the radio up when I am driving I want to be with my friends I want to spend the night somewhere every night I want to go lay in a field I want to get tan I want a sunburn I want to visit Eugene I want to visit Bellingham I want to sleep until dinner I want to laugh and be happy I want to read nothing but sappy romantic novels.

..yes, that was one sentence. Because it represented Summer as a whole. Summer has no punctuation.

This is me in about a month and a half. <3 

Day 8: Bubba

Norah Jones... I like you more than I like myself. I want to be you. Please?

Give me an 'AMEN' if you are also sick of crying...

Because this girl sure is.

Hey you,

I hope you are happy.

I hope you're not just content, but really truly happy.

I hope you find it.

That thing you're looking for that no one is really sure of what it is :)

I hope you start to see the boy that I see when you look in the mirror.

Because he is one of my favorite human beings.

He is smart.

He is funny.

He is witty.

He is creative.

He is compassionate.

He is capable.

He is loving.

He is real.

He is beautiful.

He is geeky.

He is goofy.

He is driven.

He is weird.

He is mysterious.

He is confused.

He is sweet.

He is gentle.

He is rough.

He is absolutely incredible.

<3

"Tap, Tap, Tap."

Day 7: My Life As a Backup Dancer

MR. SAXON SUCCESS. Congrats on your second place, Mikey!

Well, how many of you can say that you have given fake birth on stage at Ferris High School? Nobody?

Cool. 

I have.

Just now.

It was pretty sweet.

I also danced to "I Want to Break Free" by Queen.

In 80's attire.

In front of a whole bunch of kids from my school.

Then waved flags around while Michael Morgan spoke.

I would say it was a pretty solid day.

Team Michael Morgan Dance Crew

We accept recruiters. 

Day 6: Passport Pity

Well, it's official. I am a back up dancer. Everybody, go to Mr. Saxon!

I need a haircut. 

Russanne, who said you could live in Boston? Did you not think about the fact that I need haircuts sometimes?

Like seriously.

It's not all about you.

Punk'd.

Passport photos are always just as terrible and awkward as DMV photos.

What is it about those things that make people look like they just woke up on the curb and are about to puke? Well, what ever it is, I would like 10 of the devices!

Let me know if you want wallets! 

Day 5: M.S.S.E.H

I love massages. I love to sing. I love to sleep. I love to eat. I love House.

In no specific order.

Massages: 

Give me ONE bad thing about them. Oh what's that? You can't? Oh yeah, sorry... I forgot to tell you that a bad thing about a massage is not something that humans have yet discovered. Whoops.

Singing: 

That shee is the best. I love singing with Madelyn, and I simply love singing Taylor Swift. Why? Because all of her songs have pretty harmonies written all over it (literally) and I have a weird geeky joy that arises in me when I find songs like that. Mmm.

Sleeping:

 Now that is a godsend. I love it. More than anything ever. Ya know what I hate? Waking up. Ooooh, I can't even think about (let alone describe) my fury when I have to wake up. Awful.

Eating: 

Subway, eat fresh. Nuff' said.

House:

Just can't not watch it. Juknowwhatimean?

To conclude, when I grow up, and my metabolism slows, I am going to be the girl who asks everyone she knows for a quick back massage, sings Taylor Swift loudly and obnoxiously in public settings, sleeps all day rather than having a job, and eats her weight in Subway sandwiches while watching House until she dies. But not from anything medical! Because i'll see far too many episodes of House to not know how to deal with that.

In the words of my dear Switchfoot, "This has gotta be the good life."

Day 4: Rando Day

Hey losers.

Today was a cool day.

I got my first session of senior pictures done. That was cool.

And then I went to the Schmick household and had some "Pho". Did I just butcher that?

Now i'm with my girls.

Anyway...

Today I decided that I hate change more than I thought I did.

Which has always been a lot.

HATE IT.

"It's Friday, Friday. Gonna' break it down on Friday. Partyin' Partin', YEAH. Partyin' Partyin', YEAH. Fun fun fun fun."

Day 3: List of Importance

Fancy meeting you here!

Well... these past 2 months have been quite unforgettable for me.

I've learned what a broken heart feels like.

I've realized what the true benefits of having pretty damn good best friends are.

I've cried a lot.

I've laughed a lot.

I've been deep in thought more often than usual.

I've had hot flashes. 

I've started to really like eyeshadow.

And most importantly, i've started to understand what's important and what's not.

Things that aren't important:

Matching silverware

The Tennessee Valley Authority Act of 1933 (No George Norris of Nebraska.. it's not important)

Having your shoes match the rest of your outfit

Being "perfect" - what does that even mean?

Olives

Differences in personalities of those we love

Blue eyes or brown eyes

NPR and all talk radio

Which politician said the stupidest thing this week

Split ends

Who would win: Dumbledore or Gandalf. THEY WOULD NEVER FIGHT. But Gandalf, durr.

Backseat or Shotgun

The chicken or the egg

Things that are important:

Happiness

That's simply all. If we don't have that, we don't have anything.

My goal for myself, and my advice to you:

Do what makes you happy. Be with those who makes you happy. Be a little selfish and a lot selfless. If you start something that makes you feel like shee - examine why the "H" you're doing it. 

Smile. I hear it's good for your ora. 

Day 2: All about Ali

Hey Mortals.

I am going to tell you a little bit about myself.

I am a girl.

I love to sing.

I love to write.

I hope to go to college at Western.

I have a cat that pukes a lot and another that leaves 90% of her hair on my clothes. 

I have a big sister. Supes cool.

I am really into Boy Meets World and Friends.

I have a creepy obsession with crime shows. Especially the ones that are real life terrors. Not in a creepy killer way.

I love coffee. 

I love tea. 

I wish I were Norah Jones.

I will marry Jake Gyllenhaal, Ryan Gosling, John Mayer, and Rob Pattinson.

I am deathly afraid of deer.

Well, that's all. 

Well, no. 

If it was that would be terribly sad.

365.

Well hi there.

I'm Ali, and I am a girl with the worst case of junioritis known to mankind.

For my senior project I have decided to blog everyday for a year.

Stupid? I don't know. 

I hope to be sarcastic, girly, dramatic, informative, and maybe slightly witty.

If you guys do not follow this blog, well shoot.

If you do, be ready to experience some good old fashioned... maybe failure.

Hopefully success.

But I mean really, everyday?! 

May the force be with me.