i'm a hopeless romantic

i will correct your english

i can't watch scary movies

gore doesn't phase me

i don't completey stop at stop signs

i sing when i'm happy

i like speggettios

i don't like reality tv...

i don't like tv period

i'm a sucker for guys who like cats...

i forgive easily...

i don't put up with drama.

i love meeting new people.

but i never keep friends very long.

i like change.

i think any guy who can sing is amazing.

i've had my rabii shots.

tink and peter were always meant to be.

neverland>you

i like the rainbow.

i don't brush my hair...

i don't even own a hair brush.

i drive a mini van.. woo

i love to dance.

dance with me and i'll love you.

dance with me in the rain and i'll love you forever.

i play piano.

i dream.

i like organic foods.

i'm going to school to be a nurse.

but i'm also majoring in art.

i can't stand rejection, and i'll do anything to stay away from it.

i accept things easily

i have stage fright.

i buy shampoo for the scent.

i make a lot of my own clothes.

i like to help people.

but i'm often a push over.

i am an adult, treat me like it.

i want to have kids.

guys who love kids are just... attractive.

my favorite color is green.

i've worked in the ER before

i don't think of myself highly.

stars are love.

i get cold easily.

i love my cell phone.

<3

i don't like to be ignored.. if you don't want to talk to me, then don't.

i'm not scared of death.

i wish i were as good as her.

I work at coldstone Creamery

i have faith.

i love to decorate houses.

i like camping.

i won't play the lottery

i can write music, but not lyrics

marshmellow picnics are fun!

i'm not emo

i have green eyes

smoking is nasty

i love you.

I can't help it if I'm emo... I guess the tough Aly is gone. I can't help but express my feelings.

I feel like it's my turn to drown... as I've seen so many of my friends before me. Fall into that hole, of depression, which pulls them deeper into other things. I can't let myself go there... Pull me out, come rescue me... I can't do this alone.

I'm falling apart at the seams. It's time to breakdown. Can I finally cry? When will this be over?                

                        -Aly *lime*

Missing the mornings when I'd sit down and write. Get everything out first thing in the start of the day. Warm sunshine pouring through the window next to me. And a hot cup of coffee just steaming to be drank.
   Sometimes I sit and dream about being a writer, but I'm not really good enough. I like to write, and I'm better at explaining things on paper than with words. I tend to fumble with words, makeing my sentences pointless. Even though there's so much to say at times. Most of the time I don't say it. For being afriad of saying the wrong thing. And useing the wrong words.
   My dreams seem like they are a little bit out of reach. Maybe I've dreamt up something that's unreal. That's impossible for me. In case you didn't know, I've always wanted to be a Disney artist. Someone that makes those completely awesome cartoon movies. Well, about 3 years ago that dream shattered. When they moved from sketchboard drawings, to computer generated 3D graphics. Not wanting to give up on my dream, I desided that I was ok with that, I like computers anyway.
   A lot of things have changed in the past month. A lot of things I miss. Like my friends calling me for no reason at 2 or 4 in the morning just because. Spending the night on the island and always haveing a blast doing absolutely nothing around town.
   I never drink the last bit of coffee... the bottom of the cup. It's weird. Something my mom usually does. I donno why I guess it's cuz the stuff all sinks to the bottom, and it's really strong. It's funny how we pick up silly habits from our parents. I hope I never hum annoying songs and bob my head from side to side while beating my thumbs on the steering wheel while I drive. Or flick my fingernails to make this weird noise that bugs the heck out of me. Or talk to myself... sheesh I think that comes with old age. Haha or how my mom gets right up on the steering wheel in traffic like being closer to it gives you more control... Gripping on to it so tight your knuckles turn white. *shakes head* the things mothers do. Like when I'm in a store with a lot of people I know and she starts to dance to the music on the intercome. Or purposely singing off key. I think those are the things I'm going to miss when I move out.

If you read my last blog, about being Cinderella. I'm was moderately OK with being treated that way. well Only a day later I'm fed up with it... and I can't stand it I want to get away... why do I have to put up with this I didn't do anything wrong. I don't deserve it. i didn't ask for it. and I haven't done anything bad in my life for the boomerang to come back and hit me. It pisses me off so bad when my own boyfriend comes over, and has to see it. That's something he doesn't need to see, since all he'll do it want to make things better, and he can't change it. I want so bad to leave.. but I have no where to go. I sit here rambeing on and on about my feelings, and there seem to be so much more inside that I need to let out but I keep on repeating myself...and I'm not getting it out.. so I'm done -Al *lime*

I need a break. I'd like my life back. I'm 16 years old with about 7 kids... it varies from day to day. I'm a slave in my own house. I wouldn't say I'm your adverage 16 year old girl. Although I wish I was... I don't mind babysitting a few kids every now and then to help out. But to have them every single day of every single week. They practically live with me, and they might as well call me 'Mother'. Wakeing up every morning around 7-8:30... to "What's for breakfast?" or "I'm hungry", and "You aren't up yet?"... or waking up in the middle of the night to.. "Abigail took all the covers", "I'm scared, can I sleep with you?", "I'm thirsty... and I can't reach the sink", and "I have to go potty...will you come with me?".... 
I no longer have privacy... useing the bathroom isn't an escape.... they talk to me through the door. I can't take a shower with out getting interupted. And the saying "I'm bored" has been well over used since they've "moved in"... I'm not a mom, I shouldn't have to brush their teeth, and put their clothes on, and fix them food, and entertain them. I'm still a kid too.. don't they see that? Just because I can handle responsiblilty doesn't mean I'm ready for it. This is my last year of childhood. My last year before I go off to college. And I spend my last summer like this.
Plus it makes it harder to keep up with the house. I now have my sister helping me a bit, with her bed room, and keeping the kids entertained while I clean up after them, or cook for them.... and I'm grateful for that. Playing the role of Cinderella has gone on to long. There's a fine line between every day chores, and doing everything in the house. It would be nice if mom and mark did their own laundry. Or cooked dinner when it wasn't an occasion... or company comeing over,...
I don't even have the time to write this blog, I don't know why I'm sitting here. I guess it's cuz I finally have silence in the house for about an hour. I need to get busy, I have a lot to do today before the kids get home with Cameron....      I should just get over it and stop complaining.. it doesn't do anything anyways.

                                                  -Aly *lime*

Today was a total waste of Oxygen. Ever have one of those days... when you wake up and you feel worthless? I know I'm not... it was just weird. I woke up this morning and I was home alone yet again. No note on the table, no coffee left in the coffee pot. Sometimes I feel like they forget I'm here. I called my grams, and 4 of my aunts that live (or are visiting)around the lake and they didn't answer their phone. probably out doing something without me.... I feel so alone today. I want to just go back to sleep... and breathe steady again. But there's so much to do, today. After watching these little tornadoes you'd mistake as children, who spend their time makeing the house as much of a mess as possible... A lot to clean up. I can't wait for them to get back home so I can be entertained... right? *sigh* maybe I should get some coffee first... before I start complaining.... -Aly *lime*

How awesome is it...to wake up in the morning to a voice mail from your special someone... telling you how much he misses you, when you just saw each other the night before...
    Isn't it wonderful when you already have a big smile on your face... and you sit at your computer to check your email... with a warm cup of coffee in hand... Excited about seeing the love of your life later on in the day... And it says that you have a new message on myspace... 
    And in so many words describeing how much you mean to him, he writes... makeing everything bad disappear.. I love it when he is open ^_^
    Scared that this is another dream... Not wanting to ever wake up... Like I did last time.
    Not being able to explain my feelings for once.. I used to be so good with words.. Now I'm at a loss for them... Not being able to sleep at night, so many thoughts, so many emotions.. All I want to do is smile... I don't think I've gone a single day without smileing since I met him... Why can't everyone be this happy?
      Not missing a thing in my past, for once I start thinking about my future... What's there to come of my future? Only God knows.. and He sure is a remarkable God...

Don't forget what I forgot...

God answers EVERY prayer...
Yes, No, or Yes, but not right now...

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