Wednesday, December 29, 2010

A Picture for Perfection


     I love this picture. It says so much, in so little. I would write more, but I know you just want to look at some pretty picture. So here :) <------- a smile for you!

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Who Are You? Who Cares?

     Can you really describe yourself in a paragraph? "About me:..." I know, I know it's just asking for some basic information, but I'm always analyzing and changing it. For me it's how I, and possibly others, define me. That's a big deal isn't it? I think it's a big deal to many people. We are all constantly trying to define ourselves as human beings, as a society, as individuals, and as thinkers. Over my entire life I have probably had thousands of perspectives of who I am, who I want to be, and who I will be.
     If our constant need to define ourselves didn't exist, then what would happen? We would all realize how completely minuscule and insignificant we seem compared to the vastness of our universe? I wouldn't be, I'm not ok with that. I need purpose. There must be a reason for life, a hidden meaning.
Post Secret is AMAZING
     What I have come to wonder is: Is it possible to ever truly know yourself through and through? I don't see how it could be, considering every day new thoughts pop into your head and you make new decisions. How can you keep up with you? A constant change. Nothing will stop you from analyzing yourself and who you are. It's how you make decisions on what you believe, what's right and what's wrong, it's how you work through problems. The point here is we can never completely know ourselves, since there is always something new to learn.The older I get, the more I notice change. Change in myself, change in others. It's sad and exciting all at the same time. But really, in retrospective, we have changed little. As humans we are so young compared to the universe. . There is so much that is unknown, it blows my mind.

 Think about this and tell me what you think. I like to hear others thoughts!

With raging curiosity,
Your Friendly Neighborhood Blogger

Friday, December 24, 2010

Dear Past, I Think I Love You

    One of the fastest years to go bye, 2010. All of the years blur together in my mind. Let's discuss some highlights shall we? The end of middle school, the start of high school.
     I don't miss it, the past. It will always be with you, and you shouldn't forget about it. Your past makes you who you are and your future is who you will be. There is a balance. It seems like just this last year I was fighting to prove I can do whatever I put my mind to, and still am. I have my own problems, just like everyone else. The only thing that keeps me sane is knowing your problems are worse.  (Funny this song begins to play in my ear as I type this "you can only blame your problems on the world for so long before it become the same old song..." The (Shipped) Gold Standard- Fall Out Boy)
     Things that I have accomplished this year(and some of the year before), is my major self-esteem issue. Every girl goes through it, but in the end it makes you so much stronger. In 6th grade I'd say to myself "when I get my braces off, I'll be magically beautiful" I blamed them for everything that didn't go right for my... romantical life.(it's a word now, shut up). I thought I needed someone to like me, I needed a boyfriend. You know how I gained confidence? It pains me to say this, but I do think it was basketball. Working my ass off made me believe in myself, therefor, see my hidden beauty. Then everything slowed down and I became patient. When I did get those braces off I just thought I was super hot schtuff...still sorta do...and enjoy every minute;).
    High school, I like it. I've never been a kid who gets caught up in "drama". I'm the kid who will make you realize that the "drama" you have is a waste of time and silly. I'm not going to lie, sometimes I get involved looking for a cure to boredom(or for fun), but rarely. After getting sick of the people from middle school, I was looking forward to meeting new people. Everyone is so interesting if you let them be. You can be intelligent, stupid, fat, beautiful, I don't care, I like meeting you. You all have something to say, a story, a life, and until that attitude knocks me down, I'm sticking with it. So if you ever just want to talk, and if I have time, I got chu. I'll give you my thoughts, and you can take them or leave them.
     I've made some good friends over the years, but so few stick. You know who you are, and thank you for making me laugh on those days where life just seemed to kick me in the gut. I will make a shout out to you at the bottom! Haha you are all amazing :)
      I still feel so young, there is so much life ahead of me, so much room to discover who I am, find new wants, and achieve new things.All I'm doing is growing up. I'm not there no matter how much I think I am, I still have so much time to thrive and change my mind, mature, learn. I wish you all the best new year.

Love,
Allie

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Think

     Hello All. This blog will be about some obscure things, but first things first!
Allie's Favorite Places to Be At One With Her Mind:
1. A scenic motorcycle ride with good music, and a perfect temperature.
2. A walk on a cool day at sunset, to the swing at the park.
3. Lying on my floor, gazing at the ceiling. (preferably with music)
4. The wooden wall in my back yard
5. In a warm bed when it's too early to be awake on the weekend, or you just don't want to get up.

    Today at #2 I was thinking about all the ways to say things, or describe something.
There is the bland, literal way: I am on a swing at approximately 4:40, the air is cool. Music plays.
The descriptive, alluring way: The chill air wisps my hair behind me as I aim for the warm colors of the sky. Music plays softly in my ear blurring away the children's laughter.
The fictional way, the lie: I swung 100 feet into the air.
The metaphorical, poetic way: Atmosphere swallowed me while swaying on shackles of thoughts. Voices in my ears said "relax, it's not reality", but they lied.

Don't get me wrong, there are many more ways a story can be told. I'm not sure what my point is. I'm leaning on "there is many ways to get one message across, one people understand, one few people understand, one only you will really know, and one that has various meanings" and "doesn't it all just say the same thing? some ways are just candy coated to please the ear" and "what language arts has taught me"

     As a matter of fact I'm not sure that it says anything...but I do very much like the last one :) Just some random thoughts of the day I suppose. Tell me what you think, and where your favorite place to do that is!

Lost in thoughts,
Your Friendly Neighborhood Blogger.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Not Your Everyday Goody-two-shoes

     All my life I've always had at least one label "goody-two-shoes". Of course some people are not so dim whited. One of these people is my very lovely friend Katelynn (her blog is stellar, as she would say:http://youwishyourbloglookedlikethis.blogspot.com/) The other day someone called us that word I don't quite feel like typing out again. And Katelynn boldly stated "Allie is NOT a goody-two-shoes." Shhhh! Katelynn, you know too much!

   The truth is, in all reality I am a goody-two-shoes. That is, if the definition is someone who treats teachers with respect, gets good grades, and rarely gets in trouble. NOT something to be ashamed of if you ask me. But that is not the definition. It is:

I don't "behave" well to please others. I'm just not some kind of immature idiot, and people appreciate that in teenagers. Sometimes I'm smug and self righteous, but that's just because everyone know's I'm the best at the world (it's ok if you didn't quite catch that). People are more willing to hear you out when they know you want to work hard, and have good intentions. 


    However recently, adults have been getting on my last nerve. It's something about them telling me what I can and can't do. It's ok that's part of adolescence apparently and it sucks, but so does your mom. (there enjoy a nice platter of my stupidity, you liked it. Don't lie)

     

Sunday, November 28, 2010

War, Disease, and All That Schtuff

    I remember that fatal day when I realized what war was. When I comprehended it's meaning. Before that day, it was just something grown ups discussed in lengthy conversations. After that I was in a state of "fuck the world". I thought America was a hypocrite because we were all for protecting our loved ones, at the expense of killing others. Of course there is much more to war than that, and I do have high respects towards anyone who signs up for the military.  I just hated humans for being so stupid, to kill each other over money, religion, bombs, etc. I was a true advocate for world peace, and still sorta am. The "sorta" is about to be explained.
war?

    War. It is still ridiculous, but it must be done. It is unavoidable. Sometimes history is sickening, but it happened. I've realized that humans are humans. We have raw passion, devotion, greed, and anger in other words, emotion inside us. With that, there is no stopping war. Why fight for something like world peace when we so obviously aren't ready for it.
    On another note without war and disease(this is where disease comes in haha) we would be immensely over populated. In order to keep balance we need some other way to die other than old age, and we need to stop having so many fucking kids. I've never been an advocate for "cure that disease" (unless of course I have it hahahaha :P) because you know another will just pop up. It's just the way it is. Everyone dies.

ENJOY YER LIFE
love,

your friendly neighborhood blogger.
  

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Wal-Mart

 After arguing with my mom about health before our journey to this wretched store, I made the decision to ditch her once we got within twenty feet of groceries. In stead I went to the isle with all the bikes and things with wheels. I picked up a scooter and decided to ride it up and down the isle. Half of me was hoping to be stopped. I imagined either pulling the "Fuck you I'm a teenager which makes me better and scarier" card, or the retarded card. The more people that walked by, the more I hoped to be stopped. But no one cared. Why should they? I wouldn't. Honestly, I would just think "great, another kid who does nothing better than screw around."

     Why do I talk about this meaningless not-so-exciting trip to this evil monopoly? Because I have this thing where I want to do something that others would not like me to do. I'm not much of a rebel in my mind. Sure I'm full of sass (says my sister) but that's because I don't respect the authority adults automatically assume. I feel like an equal and don't appreciate being talked down to, or being told I'm wrong (even if I am), or being told what to do. But that's another story. Anyways... I just want to have a story to tell my kids, or friends. So that I can sound cool? Or so I don't feel like a loser? Both? More? Yes.

    The question is...what to do? No longer do I look young enough to surprise the clerk at Victoria's Secret with my scandalous selection. No longer will anyone find me singing at the top of my lungs at the river of lights to prove fearlessness impressive. No longer is cart racing at Albertsons that amazing.No longer...no longer. I can't beat "man I ran out that cop at the mall last week" nor do I want to. I don't drink, or smoke, or go to raves. You know what I do? I go to school, struggle to learn something, play a sport, fret over meaningless things, laugh at peoples stupidity, laugh at the truth, and go to sleep to wake up and repeat in a close order.

   Why do I not do crazy things? I don't want to mess it all up. I don't want to ruin my slim chance at success. I want to love my life for what I've done, the choices I've made, and the people that make it worth while. I want to live with few regrets and enjoy the moment and prospect the future. It's not easy when there are so many things at every single corner trying to trip you. Life...it has a way of pushing you down and making you still want to get back up after the 50th time.

     What am I left with? As always I'm left with not knowing what I want.

I hope you make mistakes!
Your Friendly Neighborhood Blogger

Sunday, November 21, 2010

A Post On Love

     Well, everyone seems to struggle with it in some light. Since Google has all the answers, I went to it for information on this so called love. I’ve actually gone to the love calculator (http://www.lovecalculator.com/), which was the second result to my search.  I type in my name, Allie, and person two as Darth Vader. Guess what? We are 79% compatible. Luckily this is not how I would estimate or define love. You know what else there is? A wiki how on love. Here it is: http://www.wikihow.com/Love    No one can obviously tell you how to love, but I like what this site says.  I thought it would be stupid when I glanced at it, but it’s not that bad.
     Unfortunately I don’t know much about love at all. I’m rather inexperienced. It’s rarely in the air, and when it is I choke on it. I’ve seen to many people lie to each other about what they truly feel to have an all- consuming desire towards it. I’m not one to say “I love you” and mean nothing, or at least its definition*.  I say it when I mean it.  I’m more afraid of rejection than love itself. Why? It’s happened before. 
     The way I see it people are either afraid of love, in love, or not sure what love is. If you're afraid of love, I assuming it's knocked you down before and you're content with not getting back up right away. If you're in love, maybe one day you'll get married, then you can grow old with that one special person *sarcastic tone*. If you're in love, good for you. That's it. Good for you. And then there are those like me. Not sure what love is from lack of romantic experience.
     There is love that I do know. It is the love of my parents, and a few of my friends. I hope that everyone knows that love, but I know they don't. Love is just another thing we are constantly trying to find the meaning of, while at the same time try to accomplish it.
Your Friendly Neighborhood Blogger,
Allie
* Dictionary Definition- http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/love   
Quotes That I Like About This Thing-



  • "Your heart is my piƱata"-Chuck Palahnuik
  • "The love that lasts the longest is the love that's never returned"-William Somerset Mauqham
  • "After all what was more important, in the end, than love?"- Stephanie Meyer
  • "Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love." Albert Einstein
  • "Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired"- Robert Frost
  • "When Love is not madness, it is not love."- Pedro Calderon Dela Barca
  • "Why ruin a perfectly good flower when you know, he loves you not."
  • "The saddest thing in the world is loving someone who used to love you"
  • "If love is shelter, I'm going to walk in the rain."
















Saturday, November 20, 2010

Me and the Social Network

I have a feeling I’ll be writing more than some of you are willing to stand. So let’s just hit the point on the head now. I’m deleting my facebook. I considered going quietly, but I want people who care (or those imaginary people in my mind who care), and myself, to know why.
     Here it is. I’ve become addicted to this website. I know saying that is absurd.  Sure there’s the “you can keep in touch with your friends” but that’s only a fraction of what it really is. It’s acceptance. It makes you think that all those people care. They don’t, few do.  You know whenever you start to think of status updates just to please people and get a “like” you have a problem.  The people who really want to hear what you have to say will find a way, and the people who don’t should have stopped at “I have a feeling…”  I also know that at the end of the day I always come here, to facebook. People talk to me who never do outside a cyber-context,thanks but no thanks. Now you have to say hello in person. That way I know you want to talk to me :)
       It fills time while I try to forget life.  What I should be doing is … living life. I need a break from trying to impress everyone and fill their expectations. I'm hoping to release some... stress? Yes. That thing that drives me crazy at the end of the day.
      Once again, I know this is silly. It’s completely idiotic. That’s exactly why I need to delete it.  I’ll leave this up for a few days… three to be exact.
    So asta la vista facebook, we may meet again, when I finally realize your unimportance.
    If you feel the need to contact me, my email will be sufficient, you can ask for my number, or I plan on keeping my blog up to date.
 With little passion,
Allie

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Music That I Would Suggest

No particular order, just what comes to mind. I shall have pictures!

  1.  Mr. Brightside- The Killers
  2. Creep- Radiohead
  3. Savoir- Rise Against
  4. Yesterday- Atmosphere
  5. In Her Music Box- Atmosphere
  6. Sleepy Head- Passion Pit
  7. Loser- Beck
  8. Paper Planes- M.I.A
  9. Polar Opposites- Modest Mouse
  10. Otherside- Red Hot Chili Peppers
  11. Americas Suithearts- Fall Out Boy
  12. Sleep- My Chemical Romance
  13. Breakable- Ingrid Michealson
  14. Telephone- Lady GaGa
  15. Romeo and Juliet-  The Killers (cover)
  16. Move Away- The Killers
  17. Cemetery Drive- My Chemical Romance
  18. Secrets- One Republic
  19. Cassie (acoustic version)- Flyleaf 
  20. Kryptonite- Three Doors Down

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

I'm Not Sad

  Reading my last posts you may think I'm a depressed person, I know I would. I'd just like to inform you that I'm not that way. As a matter-of-fact I'm a very jaunty. If you catch me in a great, and I mean fantastically ecstatic mood, then I will literally dance and sing around, and laugh at everything. This may be confused with when I'm hyper, but that's rare these high school days, so I'm probably happy.
 My parents seem to think I'm grumpy, my only explanation for that is: I'm allergic to waking in the morning, it makes me break out in angry groans and good mornings.
 I like to make jokes, laugh at them, look at quotes about anything, go internet picture searching, and being with awesome people (you?) Those are things that make me happy everyday. So...let's have some fun shall we?
 Your Friendly Neighborhood Blogger
Allie

Sunday, November 14, 2010

What to Call This One?

I wrote this a long time ago, this was when I was really depressed about war and such.

All hope has failed
Killings will prevail
Please make my faith come back
Before my heart turns pitch black
You make me want you
But I wouldn't want to sadden you too
Life's a mad and twisted deja-vu
Come back to me
I can make you see
but seeing isn't free
The epiphany's overwhelming
War is sick with all the killing.
Make it stop
Before I pop
Is war greater than passion?
Or is it some greater action
Or does it all equal out
I filled with crippling doubt
No one understands me when I say what's on my mind
They say they would kill for me, or die for me?
What good does that do?
You all make me sick
But at least I won't kill you over it.


Your friendly neighborhood poet? rapper? blogger.

Us

 Lately I've been rather nostalgic. I really miss this old friend of mine, he made me who I am today. Sometimes I see him from afar down the street.

Dear Nicky,

  Mostly I'm angry at you for never saying hello for the past 5 years. We did everything together! You were the brother I never had, and now you're 20 and all grown up. When were younger my parents always warned me you would leave, and stop wanting to hang out with me. I didn't want to believe them but they were right. I just want closure. So many times I imagined some way you could explain why you left. Now I wonder if I meant as much to you as you did to me. For three years we saw each other almost everyday, my family took you in, we made friends with all the other neighbors, we made games, built forts, had our own languages, and conversations. You were, and still probably are the best friend I ever had. Writing this makes me want to tear up. Just know that you always have a place in my heart, and maybe one day I'll have the courage to find you and give you this letter.

Sincerely,
Allie

Saturday, November 13, 2010

I Lied

I never know what to put on these blogs! I wanted one so that I could type out any troubling thoughts, but every time  I write something out I want to change it sooner than later. I have this problem with not making up my mind, and wanting to impress anyone that might read this with my complexity. But who am I kidding? This will probably be deleted soon because I will second guess it. I can't help it! I feel silly writing about things...I have this need to be wanted and liked by a large group of people that I don't know. I want people to care about what I have to say, I want people to look forward to hearing me out. I'm not one to go unnoticed. 

Friday, November 12, 2010

Yet Another Rap

Life


My life is busy,
It makes me kinda dizzy
Like a pounding stream
It keeps me awake when I try to dream
It’s unswerving faze
A peaceful, mindless daze
No time to think
I can slowly sink
I’m not complaining
I just hope that you’re obtaining
All this useless information
Supposed to spark some new creation
Life,
It’s my biggest inspiration
Imma keep going, worth it or not
Even if this world isn’t what I thought
You’re not confused
It’s just a lame excuse
Stop acting like you’re deep
You’re just like the rest of us
We all need a chance to sit back and adjust
This world is irrational
It’s a national disease
We all seem so stupid
In this everlasting unease


Thursday, November 11, 2010

A Rap

I don't know what to feel about this... but here it is. This is supposed to be about the fact that everyone is selfish, even just a little bit.


EVERYONE
First off, I’m sorry
For only thinking of myself
When you were all alone and you needed my help
I wasn’t there,
And it’s not ‘cause I don’t care
I just loved myself more
When I wasted your time,
And walked out the door
The problem has always been,
And will always be
That selfish little girl
Also known as me
No matter what it is,
No matter what you say,
I turn it around
So it’s facing my own way.
I want to be selfless
You probably do too
But is it for me, or is it for you?
I just want you to see
I was genuine when I said
It’s not you,
It’s this selfish little girl
Also known as me