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!

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

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

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.

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:

• a person who behaves extremely well in order to please a superior
• affectedly or smugly good or self-righteous
  wordnetweb.princeton.edu/perl/webwn

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)