News Flash: I Have Somewhat of a Life

Five days since I've posted. It's felt like a pretty long five days. But during those five days was one of the funnest weekends I can remember. 'What?!' You say, 'Aly has a life?' Yes folks. I have had quite the wild ride in the past week, consisting of many many things such as...

Cole Gordon

J Maw

T Rose

Spoolin' it up

Spool. Need I say more? Pool sized hot tub. Spa pool. Spool. Now let me tell you, we love Taylor Rose. Not for her spool, not for her tickets (Cole....hahaha), not for her party ice. We love Taylor for Taylor. Buuuut the spool comes in handy on a lovely Saturday night. :) Me and T Rose made some unreal pancakes. Definitely ghetto fabulous.

Friday night... easily one of weirdest things I've done in 2011 (so far, that is). Spontaneous bonfire in a culdesac made out of a bird feeder, wood, matches, and some awesome Temppanyaki gasoline. Oh and not to mention the continuous screams from Mac and T Rose before leaving the house? I will never forget that... considering the fact that they almost permanently damaged my ear drum.

 Car rides home jammin' along to the Spanish station?

Absolutely.

Shout out to my Power 4!!

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I could never ever say it enough.

Tay: I loved our awkward "Hi bye" relationship for the first 3 years of our history. It was the MWC Tourney in Vegas that brought us out of that stage. We walked down to the gift shop of JW Marriott and started playing with light up rings. Then you decided to break one. We started laughing hysterically and left the store. The next day we went to check on it and sure enough, it was still blinking like crazy. That was the trip that we bought our 'friendship rings'. Mine was green and yours was white and if you pushed them, they lit up. I never told you... but mine broke the next week. I was biting it. :) Thank you for letting me crash at your place, and 2 times in a row this weekend. Thank you for the idea of a quote book. Thank you for talking to me on the phone every night. Thank you for listening to me talk 'til 2 a.m. until I roll over to see you snoring. Thank you for letting me LITERALLY bore you to sleep. Thank you for letting me crash that first Provo High School football game. Because of that night I have so many friends that I would never have had the chance to even meet. You don't realize how much you mean to me.

Mackin: Ohh homie. Can I just say that I will never ever forget the first time we played. September 24th after the Provo High football game. The eve of my 15th birthday:) We ran around Macey's looking for chocolates, cheetos, and Zotz (yes, that was definitely the first time I ever had Zotz). We sat in our spankees and showed each other our muscles, and our lack of muslces that we wish we didn't lack. Midnight struck and you and Tay were the first ones to wish me a happy 15th birthday. Who would have thought that just a few months later we would be best friends. Thank you for listening to me talk about irrelevant, stupid things that I forget about the next day. Thank you for being short with me... without you my shortness would be a shock to Provo High. Buuut thanks to you, they're immune to it ;) Happy 17th birthday!! ....in December. (I just wanna be the first to say happy birthday.. doesn't hurt to return a favor).

Kim: First time we clicked: back rubs quote. SO MONEY! That was the day I got your number and we started texting about random things. Then we hung out a couple times, saw each other at the basketball games, and the rest just fell right into place. You are beautiful! Don't you ever forget it. And you're worth so so much to me, and to everyone else. Thank you for letting me call you at 1 a.m. Thank you for talking to me on the phone every night. Thank you for talking me out of my little sad times. Thank you for laughing at my retarded jokes and lines that really shouldn't even get the courtesy laugh. Thank you for sharing your last legit bottle of Coca Cola with me. Thank you for making me laugh when I need it, or when I don't need it at all. Thank you for staying up late and talking on the phone to Isaac with me at your house (haaaaaahahahahahahahahaha). Thank you for being the perfect height for my head to rest right on top of your shoulder.

Overall, thanks for everything girls. Power 4 for life. I looove you :)

J Maw and Cole Gordon...
 Hahaha. I love you boys. Thank you for making everything fun. And thank you for thinking I look pretty without make up on. :)

Last but not least...

Addie Lamb.

Thank you for being my soul sister. It's as simple as that. You're so sweet, so adorable, and we're buying a duplex for our future families. Thanks for the memories. Thanks for sharing everything with me- from diapers, to perfume. I love you sooo much, more than I can say, and I always will.

Ah friends. Don't you just love them No matter how close, far, weird, spontaneous they may be.. they always give you a good time. Who would have thought that a bonfire with 7 people would be a blast? No one. But friends can make anything seem like the funnest night of your life. (My mom makes fun of me cause I always say 'of my life') The best memories I have ever made have been the stupid, random things with my really good friends. Honestly though... What would I do without these kids? Spooling would be no party at all. Ke$ha would be just a random stoner that didn't make me think of Cole Gordon. Chasing J Maw down to get my phone would be non existent. Tanning oil would not bring back memories of Addie Lamb's tramp. Let's be real... life would not be the same without my peeps, that's for sure.

That's all for tonight.

G'night, my FRIENDS.

My 10 Guilty Pleasures

Guilty pleasures. Unfortunately, we all have them. But guess who gets to hear my top 10 guiltiest of the guilty pleasures?

You do.

I guarantee I will regret this. But there's no going back. Here we go :/

Guilty Pleasure #1: I absolutely love Pretty Little Liars and The Bachelor/Bachelorette. They are the most girly, dramatic shows I can think of and I'm ashamed to be so into them. Buuut I am. And I'm okay with it.

Guilty Pleasure #2: I enjoy going to Wal Mart or some place like that and talk in an accent. Usually a British one, or Spanish kind of thing. And I just ask about the country.

Guilty Pleasure #3: If a scary guy is ever hitting on me, I act like I'm pregnant. You know, lean back. Grab my stomach and grunt loud, painful grunts. Make him over hear me talking about a kid... that whole shabang. He immediately catches on and doesn't bother me again. Sketchy plan, I know. But I'd rather do that than be stalked by a risky man.

Guilty Pleasure #4: I don't eat Mac N Cheese unless it's covered in ketchup. Mmmm. I'm real picky about ketchup, but on Mac N Cheese I just can't get enough.

Guilty Pleasure #5: When I go to In-N-Out, I ask for like 5 of the big sauce packages. Unlike most girls, or humans for that matter, I cover my sauce in fries.

Guilty Pleasure #6: I love taking pictures of myself. Not cute ones. Not pretty ones. Not ones with beautiful make up and hair. Crazy ones. I make faces and take pictures in my room and just laugh so hard, because some faces I make are unbearably funny... to me, at least.

Guilty Pleasure #7: I love Secondhand Serenade. He's so cheesy and so cliche. But his writing amazes me and I fall asleep to him every single night. :) (oh and he's my friend on Facebook, which I'm really really proud of)

Guilty Pleasure #8: I love singing in bed. Not legit singing. Like yelling. One morning I woke myself up because I was belting Love You I Do by Jennifer Hudson in my sleep. Eh... not belting. More like screaming.

Guilty Pleasure #9: I daydream lots. Love love love it. Sometimes I daydream about wonderful things like marrying a buff man hunk or eating a huge ice cream sundae. But sometimes I daynightmare and think myself into worries. I think way way too much. And it causes me to worry myself.

Last, but certainly not least...

Guilty Pleasure #10: I love pickle juice. You're grimacing right now, I know it. But it's so great. *pause* I just went to get some pickle juice. And I'm drinking it as we speak.... type.... read... ??

I hope I've inspired you to not be so guilty about your guilty pleasures. Expect a post tomorrow...

And promise me you'll try the pickle juice.

 

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick....

Don't you hate those days that nothing seems to go your way? I do.

That day is today.

Nothing awful happened. My dog did not die. My best friends didn't call me a dirty rotten back stabber. I did not stub my toe. Nope. It's just been a day when nothing goes right. One of those days that every little thing bugs you and nothing seems to be going on your side of the scoreboard. My printer broke down. Lost the stupid Bubble Shooter game like 5 times in a row. My head is aching like crazy. School is way too much for me. I don't care about geometry, I don't care about India, I don't care about the muscles that I use to dance.

Life's just going so slow.

I know I really should be looking at the positive things... but ehh, cram it. I'm not feelin' the happy mood today. The world would just be Candy Land and Happy freaking Island. Which would not be as great as it sounds. So now that I am in the 'let's not be optimistic' mood, I will tell you one thing that I hate- and that I've especially hated for the past couple months.

I hate time.

It just plays with your head. It goes by SO fast when you don't want it to, but so slow when you do. Seems like just yesterday I was 10 years old and 'sneakily' kicking peoples butts underwater at the Pleasant Grove Pool with my cousins (I thought I was so sneaky. Ha psych! They noticed). But it seems like forever ago that I was sitting in 3rd period just waiting for that stinkin' bell to ring. Yes folks, that was but a couple of hours ago. But the number one thing about time that I can't stand is that some times are so great and easy, but some are so rough to get through. I know that without all this there would be no difference between good and bad, happy or sad. But it's so hard for me to wrap my brain around. Why do certain times have to be so much more difficult than others?

There are those times when you're so happy and nothing in the world can bring you down.

Then something does.

There are those times when you're so lost and nothing will ever go your way.

Then something does.

There are those times when time needs to slow down.

It never does.

There are those times when time can't pass soon enough.

It never does.

The moral of this story? I don't really know. I don't think I'll ever know. There will never be a reason that time will never go your way. Guess it's one of the mysteries of this weird, messed up, crazy, beautiful life that I will never solve.. especially as an immature 15 year old who may or may not still kick people butts underwater at the Pleasant Grove Pool.