Pity Party

What has it been now, like 3 weeks since I've written? Ha whoa... slacker!

Boo me.

3 weeks... it's crazy how much can happen in as little time as that. I usually know exactly what I'm gonna blog about from the start of my day. And I'm usually really really excited to blog. But the last 3 weeks have been rough for me. Real rough. I couldn't seem to find motivation to blog... or even to talk to anyone much at all. Nothing really seemed worth the effort. But I can definitely say I've learned lots of things in these past 3 weeks... specifically in the past couple of days. Not all of them being life changing or total revelations. But I feel like they are definitely worth sharing.

Monday

Monday I learned that I get headaches from garlic bread. Super insignificant piece of information... but just a fair warning to you all who get headaches. Check your garlic.

Tuesday

Tuesday I learned that I can't believe everything people say about me. I've had a rough time with that in the past and I'm super proud of myself to be able to say that I'm over that, and I can say that for the most part I am the person I wanna be. But at lunch I was told some real hurtful things. If I was told those things last year I'd be a wreck. And for a few hours, that's exactly what I was. A complete wreck. Then the light bulb went on, and I thought "Hmm.. why should I even care? There's no reason to let these things get me down. Suck it up Aly.. look at yourself and be pleased just like you were before." And that's exactly what I did. I put on my skinny jeans, went to Arby's and ordered a large fry and Dr. Pepper.

Wednesday

 How am I supposed to sum up what I learned on Wednesday? Well, first off I learned who talks to me because they like me and who talks to me because my dad's an assistant coach at BYU. It's obvious when someone says, "Hey Aly! Wow you're so pretty, let's hang out soon! I like your shoes, do you have extra tickets?" Haaaa. Not the most sly move in the book. I also was reminded how bad losing sucks, and how bad crying in front of people sucks. And at the end of that night, I layed in bed and was reminded how good Dr. Pepper is when you're crying yourself to sleep.

And now for today....

Thursday

I had a big eye opening experience today. After 2 class periods of getting crap from people who claim to be BYU fans (a fan does NOT give up on a team after a loss), I went home for the day and I watched The Bachelor while eating my weight in toast. Pity party, pity party. But tonight I realized two things (thanks to Stephanie Nielson)... and without realizing these two things I guarantee you I'd still be in the bottom of my bed pity partying.

First off, basketball isn't my life. Let me correct that- basketball SHOULDN'T be my life. Life's too short to worry about the Final Four and the MWC Tournament. Yeah yeah, that stuff is super fun. But really, a year from now is it gonna matter whether we took the win over UNM or not? No. This is all much easier said than done... slowly but surely I will come to the complete realization that basketball is NOT my life... that there are more things to dwell on than that 50 foot shot that Jimmer sunk.

Secondly, and what I feel is most important, you either live in hope or despair. Simple as that. Hope or despair. They are polar opposites, but somehow there is no middle ground, no gray area between the black and the white. You either live through your rough days with hope that tomorrow will be better, or you pull through them wishing it would just end already. There's not a state of mind that allows you to do both, there just isn't.

All in all, this week has been a complete rollercoaster ride. Dang, I really hate that saying.. It's so overused but it explains things so much. Life really is a rollercoaster. You have your ups, and you have your downs. But why would you throw yourself a pity party on a fun rollercoaster? No one will attend, and your ride will be awful.

Hop on the rollercoaster...

And make sure that picture at the end is beautiful.

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.