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spends countless hours hidden in the cave of her room blogging, doing homework, sleeping and sacrificing virgins. Not really. that last one was a joke.
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Wednesday, March 31, 2010,7:22 AM
sushiii!


that's right, I made sushi yesterday. THAT'S WHAT'S UP! Cue's pic. ah, the art of cooking and photography rolled up into one, sweet, salty, delicious goodness. It was my first time making a roll with rice on the outside, so it was super huge and fell apart a lot...because it was just like, the mother of all beasts of a sushi roll. And anyways, I had to use this roller that I made out of parchment paper, tin foil and cling wrap. Classy, right? I'm going to the Orient Outlet tomorrow to buy a new one, and I'll upload the picture here. :] yay for tasty japanese treats! yummmm.

I've also been doing yoga. Fun, right? It's really helped me open up and understand things more, and my body has become a lot more comfortable. It has also helped me be more understanding and compassionate. I hate conflict, and happiness is where it's at, right?

Oh, I made some fruit salad as well. I don't think there's any need for a picture. Everyone here is familiar with fruit salad, yes? wink face.

I'm making Baklava today. I'll probably give some to my teacher, since I'm going to school today. Not that I want to kiss up or anything, it's just that whenever I make something, I want everyone to have it and need to get their opinion on it. I'm just a saint, what can I say? I'm so excited to make baklava, you have no idea! And it also is completely natural. No sugar. It has raw honey and brown rice syrup and all kinds of natural sweetener, but no sugar. yay for Natural Health magazine!

Ah, I started Geometry yesterday. It's really fun. But I'm one of those freaks that likes math. (Ew, right?) I only like math to an extent. Like, Algebra was a snore. I only like quadratics and slope intercept, cause they're super easy. But I love starting new stuff, and learning new things is so fun! Am I right?

I also started reading The DaVinci Code by Dan Brown, and I was completely sucked into it. I haven't been able to read much out of it, because I'm really busy with school-work right now. I've completed like, 20 credits in the last 4 weeks. I say 4 weeks, because it sounds shorter than a month, does it not? Like 12 months sounds shorter than a year. Or does it?! quizzical eyebrow raise.

Ah, I'm convinced that I'm a horrible writer. And whilst everyone is insisting that I'm amazing, I know that I am fundamentally a decent writer, but I feel like I'm stuck in a rut of mediocre-ness. Sad, right? I know. If only I could find something to write about that really made me feel amazing and I was good at writing about.... :(

anyways, I love writing, and that's what counts. But again, I haven't been able to do it as much, because I am super busy with school-work. I need 25 credits in the next 8 weeks. Which, in theory, is an easy thing to accomplish, but easier said than done, right? Isn't everything?

Anyways, I think I'll nap, then go to school, take a test, and then do some homework. Maybe fit in some GameCube and possibly attempt writing in my story on FictionPost.

But, yawn, I'm tired. 'Night! or morning I guess.

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Friday, March 5, 2010,8:29 AM
Bleh, photography.






okay, sorry I haven't written in a while. A few days... But news news news.

I'm moving to Arizona in July or August. And I am SO excited. I will miss all my friends here and all, but I'm like, not happy in my house. I feel so trapped. I mean, normally I would be all hurt and whatever that my stepdad wants me out of the house. Wait, no, I'm pretty glad that he is just done with me. Like I'm sooooo beyond done with him. Every time he sees me, he has to comment on something I'm doing that's wrong. I mean, who does that? He's so weird. Sometimes I feel like my little bubble of safety from him is going to break, and everything that I read about or hear about happening in scary worlds and real life is going to come crashing down on me.

Anyways, when I'm frustrated, I always just go outside and take pictures, so I figured I'd put some on here. :)



Tuesday, March 2, 2010,6:55 AM
Caffeine Deprivation Syndrome

Oh, What I wouldn't give for a nice cup of Joe right about now. I didn't sleep last night. In fact, I watched re-runs of Psych online. I don't know if I should take a power nap before school starts, or if I should tough it out and crash after school. I just know I won't be able to function today without a LOT of caffeine in my system. Like...now.

Sorry about the shortest blog post like, ever, but I just can not concentrate enough to say anything. I could hardly finish the last sentence without mentally asserting myself. I said, Ally, you need to not lose consciousness and finish your thought.

Anyways, I just wanted to let it be known that I may just decide to hibernate for the next week. True story.

[caffeine withdrawal syndrome]

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1:14 AM
MARCHing On...

How do I reign in the month of march? Well, for starters, I laze away on the computer until five in the AM, sleep until three in the afternoon and then do homework so I can turn it in on the morrow, and laze away yet again on the computer starting at midnight.

Yes, I do take pride in the fact that I do virtually nothing everyday and I'm still ahead in my school work. Even I think its a miracle.

But I'm slowly and gradually cleaning my room and throwing out countless useless items that consume my living space, and I finally got most of the food storage out of my closet, now there are only - and I count - four boxes of rice, and fifteen cans of wheat. The rest I have stowed safely under my bed. 12 boxes of wheat - that equals 72 cans - and a whole bunch more cans. I can't really count them, as they are indeed under my box-spring. I just know the amount of boxes from memory. I'm too lazy to throw my photographic memory into drive and count the cans. there's probably about 21 more cans. yay, guesstimation!

I actually applied for a job yesterday... in the wee hours. Starbucks, the dream job of a sixteen year old girl that only goes to school twice a week for an hour. But my brother got a job as a census taker for 15.50 an hour! What I wouldn't give for freaking 15.50 an hour... that's like, twice minimum wage...

And hooray for finally getting to maybe get my permit! Its been freaking long enough. I've been able to get it for a year now, I've gone through drivers ed and stuff. Its sad that my parents hold absolutely no trust for me at all. Seriously, why would someone rather drive you around than let you drive yourself? Its a mystery to me.

Blog, I feel myself wasting away. Like I'm becoming no one at all. Like my personality is slowly dwindling down to a mindless drone. And talking to you is the only thing that keeps me sane. And I suppose I could call my friends more, but I always think of it, and then I'm like, oh, after I eat dinner, or something like that, and forget! What kind of sick person is to lazy to save their soul?!?!?! Sometimes I don't understand myself at all.

I look in the mirror almost on a daily basis, and try to see who I am. I mean really see. I try to see who I'm becoming. Because no matter what, we really don't control who we are. Everyone is influenced a little by what we hear, see, smell, taste, feel - we can try to deny it, but the truth is that we all are influenced by what we are around and in contact with. But I can never pinpoint who I am, and where I'm going, and that kind of scares me. I know what I WANT to do, but looking at where you are, and seeing if you're on the right track or if you need to be at a completely different train station... it scares me to think that I might not be doing all that I need to for my dreams.

well, tah-tah. I shall come again on the morrow. or later in the day. possibly the morrow.


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Monday, March 1, 2010,12:19 AM
cliche

I feel so hopeless. I feel so cliche. and its not even a teen cliche. Well maybe it is. I don't even know. It's more of an Allyson cliche. Everyday, I sleep until noon, do homework until I can't even stomach reading y=mx+b or the name Harry Truman one more time. Then I get on the computer and watch tv shows - my latest is Psych - and browse on FictionPost. Blog, what is my malfunction? Yesterday I got in a fight with my best friend because I'm a snobbish, conceited always-has-to-be-right bitch! and it was so my fault. He knows it, and so do I. I don't even know who I am. how can I even debate with my best friend that I haven't changed, when I don't know who the hell I am? And I don't feel emo. But who knows? Everyone has a little emo in them.

Oh, I miss the old days, reading descriptions and names of Porn channels on TV, just because they're ridiculous. The inside jokes, the inside jokes that our Math teacher tries to get in on because she put us on opposite sides of the room. I don't know what changed or how it did, because we drifted apart and we don't call each other every night anymore, we don't watch Colbie Callait serenade fat guys anymore on VH1 at 4:00 in the morning, because we are both insomniacs. We don't write at the same time anymore, because I don't write anymore. It's funny because I really only wrote for him. FictionPost is like 8th grade when every week we used to trade the newest chapters in our novels in progress, but high-tech. I miss sitting in the back of the bus, on a caffeine high, laughing at the sign for a restaraunt that they really need to rethink the wording of. I can't recall at the moment, but it was when we weren't exactly best friends yet, but bonding.

I miss laying on Katy's trampoline staring up at the stars, dreaming of New York. I miss looking online at apartments in New York because we are going to be room-mates there. And live what I've always dreamt of doing. What we both have. I miss sitting in Starbucks, pretending we belong there, when in reality, we're buying black coffee on accident and licking the whipped cream off of our straws in the least attractive way imaginable. I miss playing TMI outside of Starbucks with Chance's iPod playing The Ting Tings in the background. And doing the dance, and just acting like complete idiots wherever we go, because we're the trio and we're allowed to.

Well, it would be great if only I didn't transfer out of public school again, and I'm listening to Jesus Christ by Brand New, blogging, like the huge cliche I am.

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oh noes! ★ birthday parties and robot trees. ★ Baklava...wait...no. ★ sushiii! ★ Bleh, photography. ★ Caffeine Deprivation Syndrome ★ MARCHing On... ★ cliche ★ Anticipation ★ Lyrical Lies? ★
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