Day 44: Recap Day 2

San Fran: Day 2

Pier 39, I love you!

And also, you beauties, I love YOU. And that we all are so dang good at being awkward.

-Johnny Rockets

-Sunglasses

-Shopping

-Eating

-Laughing

-Running from Mammoth Seagulls 

The gist of our day

Day 43: Recap Day 1

I must start out by apologizing for the 5 days that went down! While in San Fran I had no computer access. But don't you worry, I blogged in a journal eeryday!


San Fran: Day 1


Bus rides are fun. I mean, they REALLY are. Thanks to Huck (Tom) we played Kips for hours, and bonded 4lyfe. While some may say 19 hours on a bus sounds awful, I say "get me back on that bus!" (I put that in quotes because I have actually said it today because I miss it so much.) Sitting 6 people on 4 seats, and laughing harder than I do most of the time was a great joy. Then, to top it off, we slept on that big hunk of metal. Okay, i'm not going to lie to you, that was absolutely awful. However, I can honestly say that I have mastered the art of sleeping side-by-side on a bus aisle with one of your best friends. I have also mastered the art of waking up every 30 minutes. But now we arrive (this being San Fran: Day 2) and the fun begins!

Day 1: KIPS

Day 42: San Fran

Best friends.

On a bus.

For 18 hours.

Together.

Spending the night.

All of us.

On the bus.

Together.

See you tomorrow.

Day 41: blah blah blah

I am a firm believer in everything happening for a reason.

Even when we can't see any reason at all, I think there is one.

I think we experience...

sadness

happiness

nervousness

heartbreak

love

death

excitement

disappointment

betrayal

compassion

for the sole purpose to teach us something.

To force us to find our strength.

To make us see what we're made of.

To respect what we can do for ourselves.

Sometimes a lot of the time it sucks a whole lot. I mean, a whooooole lot.

But our lives are all stories.

So, why not just write a happy ending?

So far, in my short life, I have realized that happiness is never something you can find.

It is something you can recieve.

And the more we keep looking, the less we will find.

It is a place.

It is just a word.

It is an object.

It is money.

It is a idea.

It is an allusion.

It isn't real.

Maybe.

Juuust maybe.

It's a person.

....Or maybe it's coffee.

Day 40: Lilac Parade

Yesterday was the Lilac Parade! And what a joy it was.

I have grown up going to the Lilac Parade.

Walking through downtown, clenching tightly to a parent. 

Hearing all the noise and thinking Downtown was so huge.

Finding the perfect spot in the edge of a curb.

Cracking open my dad's "Parade Sandwiches" and (not so) patiently waiting for it to start.

Finally, seeing the first crowd of giants march down the road, having a perfect view of their knee caps and long socks.

Drifting off once it was dark, and kicking myself when I would wake up once it was finished.

*

*

*

Now I am not a little girl anymore.

But a young lady who grew up watching the Lilac Parade.

Walking through downtown, clenching tightly to a shoulder bag and coffee.

Hearing all the noise and thinking that it is far too loud.

Finding the perfect spot on the edge of the curb.

Cracking open my Panda Express and people watching waiting for it to start.

Finally, seeing the first crowd of people my age march down the road, having a perfect view of their eyes and and clarinets.

Taking off once it was dark, and kicking myself when we parked too far away and left before it was finished.

*

*

*

A lot has changed.

And sometimes I still wish I had the same mindset as when I was little.

When the worst that could happen would be almost falling asleep before the parade was over.

But for now, I am still the girl who grew up watching the Lilac Parade.

And the girl that loved every minute of it.

All 14 some years she has watched. 

Thanks Eryy, Stephy, Manda, Austy, and Meggs for being so much fun!

<3

Day 39: Guacamole and Meat

Green Tea Frap

    GAG ME

No drink should ever taste this bad.

Starbucks, my love for you is strong, and I support you greatly. I don't blame this on you. I simply blame the taste of Guacamole and Meat in a liquid. Dinner in a cup. 

Ick Fest, 2011.

This blog is dedicated to those of you who have ever even thought about getting one of these.

DON'T.

Well I mean, actually... if you would like to have a Guac and Meat dinner tonight, and you're in a hurry, go right ahead.

However, these are all very good.

Get em'

<3 Starbucks

P.S LILAC PARADE

Day 38: Frisday

I love Track Meets.

I love Amanda.

I love Jackson.

I love getting complemented on my shoes that used to be my Grandma's. (Thanks Mase!)

I lovr Black and White Mochas.

I love Frisbee.

Okay, yeah. I love it.

Am I good?

At catching.

Does Steph playing with me make it better?

Well, durr.

Does Eric intimidate me while playing?

Well, durr.

I love Fridays.

Day 37: Belles

 I love you guys so much, and you have all enriched my life more than I could ever have hoped. Thank you for a year I will never forget. <3

Madelyn, Mackenzie, Casey, Mikayla, Leah, Alyssa, Andrea, and Felicia...

I love you guys more than you'll ever know.

Day 36: Bugs

Today I went to Silverwood for Physics Day! It was very fun. Perfect day for roller-coaster joy.

Would you like to know my observation of the day?

Bad things about blogs: I will never know your response before I (maybe) tell you against your will.

Bugs are rolemodels.

Yes.

Seriously.

Like... i'm serious.

After getting home from Silverwood today, I went outside to enjoy the weather and read The Great Gatsby in my front yard. It was warm, the birds were chirping, and the sun and the sky perfectly complimented each other. As I laid there, however, one thing did not make me feel good. Bugs. As I looked down over, to what I realized was my super oddly contorted body, I saw little black bugs crawling over the skin exposed between my shin and my ankle. Being the girl that I am, I am created to HATE THOSE BUGS. So, accordingly, I flicked the little suckers off, and went back to my book. Just a few moments later, I felt the little guys all up on my ankle again. COYSB! (Come On You Stupid Bugs) So again, flick. Not but 5.2 seconds later I feel them again. Swipe. And again.... pitched camp on my skin. But this time, when I leaned in to do "the flick" I started actually looking at the bugs. I noticed that they all seemed so determined to accomplish a mission I couldn't possibly understand. I mean, why would they climb right back on after being pushed off at least 4 times? Well, to my knowledge, they probably had no worth-while mission at all. The reason behind all of that probably wouldn't have benefited their lives in any regards. But they did it. 4 or 5 times.  Why am I not like that? Why aren't we all like that? 

Well ya know what little bugs, you have taught me an important lesson today. Even when my problems seem foreign and giant, I am going to approach them with all 4 legs (Oh wait...) and climb on. And yes, I might get aggressively shoved off sometimes, but if I want it, I will work for it. Except maybe unlike you, i'll have a purpose. 

"None preaches better than the ant, and she says nothing."

Day 35: Sleeeeeep

Awake for 36 hours.

Can hardly function.

....what?

Goodnight.

Day 34: Lalala

Does anyone else have it that songs bring an instant reminder about certain people?

A song can give you the feeling you had and remind you of the person you had it with.

A song can make you happy.

A song can make you sad.

A song can make you miss someone.

A song can pump you up.

A song can really piss you off.

A song can annoy the shee out of you.

A song can make you cry.

A song can make you think.

A song can teach you something.

A song can make you understand.

A song can give you hope.

A song can scare you. Screamo.

A song can put you to sleep.

A song can wake you up.

A song can inspire you.

A song can make you feel better.

A lot of songs make me think of you.

Pretty :)

Day 33: "Something Outrageous"

CHAPTER 1:

This is my cousin Cameron.

Guess what...

He is smart.

Wanna know why? 

He just graduated college!

Guess what else...

I love him big time.

CHAPTER 2:

Madeline

Madalin

Madelin

MADELYN:

We enjoy each others presence.

We do stupid things together that we think is really fun, but is actually really lame.

We eat burgers bigger than our bodies.

We eat way too much.

We park in the Parking Garage and never look at our color.

We walk all the way up the Parking Garage.

We walk all the way down the Parking Garage.

We reenter the mall and guess a color.

The color is correct.

We look for car for 20 minutes before finding it.

We take pictures in the Apple Store.

We take pictures in her parents room.

We upload all pictures - shameless.

We drive in the dark with "deer fear".

We see two deer.

I tell Madelyn to "look out, there are two deer!"

She replies with "Oh... where there are two, there are ten."

She takes me home.

I love her forever.

CHAPTER 3:

Zzzzzzz....

Day 32: Friday the 13th

First off, I am terribly sorry about no blog yesterday! This thing wouldn't let me log in to make a new post! 

Friday the 13th...

eerybody alive?

Anywho.

I have lovely friends.

I like being with them.

A whole lot.

I love every second.

 So here is who I love for the day:

Austy

Shale Shale

Stub

Eric

Madelyn

Eric again

:)

And also...

4 more weeks of school.

I have been able to break out the shorts, and that's enough to get a girl excited.

Day 29: AP Tests

I

WILL

NEVER

LIKE

YOU

EVER.

I

DESPISE

YOUR

VERY 

BEING.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

Day 28: Males

Yes hello, Men?

Hi.

I am Ali.

One out of all females who find you annoying.

I am writing to you today to express my pure confusion for your brain function.

Like really, what's going on up there?

Do you have common sense?

Do you have a little voice in to tell you that you're stupid?

Do you have the same kind of brain that us girls have?

Because I feel like the thing that is taking up room in your skulls MUST be different than ours.

Oh, and also...

I do still like you.

But I will NEVER understand you.

Sincerely, an infuriated bystander. 

P.S. Ooooh child, things are gonna' get easieaa! Oooooh child, things'll get brightaaaa.

OOOH OOOOH.

Day 27: Happy Mommy's Day

Happy Mother's Day, Mama!

You are the best.

You:

Always remember where I leave things.

Always go out of your way for our fam.

You work hard for all of us.

You're funny.

My friends love you.

You're a true beaut.

You are generous and loving.

You are "in with the lingo".

You aren't awkward about boys.

You have nice legs.

You look good in yellow.

You work at Nordies, which hooks a sister up.

You have a good fashion sense.

You let me milk my coffee addiction.

You are understanding.

You always want me to be happy.

AND I LOVE YA.

I would like to apologize for us bringing shame to your name on this one.

 

Uhh, whoops.

Day 26: S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y NIGHT

Just got home from a-cruisen.

Now that was fun.

A one night cruise, is it slightly morbid, you ask?

Well, yes.

But fuuuuuuuun.

FUN Saturday Night.

Hung out with Sterph and Eric.

Really super super fun.

Yep, fun.

:)

Day 25: Blogging incapability

CAN'T BLOG.
ON A BOAT.
FOOD COMA.

CNT HRDLY TPE DEW TO FOD OVRLOAD.
....that was on purpose.

Day 24: iPad

IPADS TRY TO KEEP ME FROM BLOGGING.
MY FRUSTRATION WITH THIS TECHNOLOGY IS MAKING ME WANT TO RIP MY OWN HAIR OUT.

I can't upload pictures.
I can't make my writing be center based.
I can't type one freakin sentence without it changing 90% of my words to things like "sowing".
I want to break this thing.

Taylor and Nikki I couldn't get the picture up because this waste of space computer hates me.

This grumpiness may also have to do with my long car ride full of a pained back and a broken iPod. Also my inability to find a comfortable position. GAAAAAAAAAAH.

....my laptop won't stay on the Internet. Universe... what did I do to you today?

Day 23: Forcing Spring

I wore this today to make Spring think she was running a little late, and trick her into showing up.

...IT WORKED.

Everyone, I have a new strategy: 

We dress and act like it's Spring, and theeeeeen she'll show up.

I did this today, and well... look out your window.

You're welcome.

AND ALSO...

Awwwwww yeaaaaaah!

:)

P.S. Sneezes travel out of your mouth at 100mph..... UNREAL.

Day 22: You

"Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it."

"The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; the wise grows it under his feet."

"Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open."

"Happiness and sadness run parallel to each other.  When one takes a rest, the other one tends to take up the slack."

"Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you."

"Happiness is a form of courage."

"Happiness is a direction, not a place."

"If you search the world for happiness, you may find it in the end, for the world is round and will lead you back to your door."

Everyone deserves to be happy. 

I truly believe you will be.

And until you believe you will be, i'll believe it enough for the both of us.

<3

I'm here for you always.

P.S. Every part of you is my favorite part.

Day 21: Hemophobia

"Blood phobia (also, AE: Hemophobia, BE: Haemophobia) is the extreme and irrational fear of blood. Acute cases of this fear can cause physical reactions that are uncommon in most other fears, specifically vasovagal syncope (fainting)."

Let me explain my blood phobia to you.

Blood is the one thing that can just shut my body down on command. I see it, hear about it, or think about it and ................. Zzzzz.

Most times, unless the situation is controlled, I am out cold.

However, there are always the circumstances that I start getting woozy and I am able to sit down, throw my head between my knees, and stay conscious. 

Here is the process of passing out:

1) My head starts to feel lighter, and like I am unable to hold it up.

2) My vision does a thing that I call a "white out". Like a black out, but everything gets white and fuzzy.

3) My hearing starts to leave. Starting with a hissing, and then it being completely gone.

4) I wake up somewhere strange. Such as a bathroom floor, a bedroom floor, or a couch.

5) I recover. Using my memory to the best of its ability.

There are lots of people who do not understand the types of things I pass out from. Here are some:

-My mom telling me a story about birth.

-Stubbing my toe at my cousins house.

-Watching Grey's Anatomy. (mostly just white outs and vision loss)

-Jeremiah's bloody noses. (One time he sneezed blood on me.)

-Any type of blood while I am in hot weather. 

The reason for this blog today, is I am watching Grey's Anatomy, and oooooooooh boooooooooy. White Outs like there's no tomorrow.

Fun fact about me!

I hope you now feel that you better understand my weird phobia.

Day 20: A True Bloomy

Today was Bloomsday. This is year five for my Holly and I.

Freeman shirt on Ferris girl.          Ferris Shirt on Freeman girl.

PLEASE take a look at the woman in such distress behind us...

May is a nice month. It was warm today and very lively. I enjoyed it. 

Here is a list of the puns Holly and I came up with about Bloomsday:

• "Look at our tradition just blooming."
• "Oh man, Doomsday Hill. Color me doomed."

....okay, so it wasn't a list. It was two puns.

Ya know what today is, don't ya? 

47 DAYS UNTIL SCHOOL IS OVER.

33 DAYS OF SCHOOL.

:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)

If I was any more excited for Summer, I think my body would be too overwhelmed by emotion, and just shut down.

“Summer is where the girls go barefoot and their hearts are just as free as their toes.”

S U M M E R !