New Years Blog (5th annual)

I have survived another year. Slightly W-T-F, also kind of a relief.

Some resolutions.

I have resolved to not fall in love anymore.  I simply neither have the time nor patience to lie on my floor grasping my chest out of love pangs. All the energy that goes into my previous devotions will be spent otherwise on education, art, and books, (for all creative purposes, not art for the sake of love.)

Purify, as intangibly as possible.  Deeds will be done because of pure motivation, and solely for that singular motivation.  No ulterior motives, manipulation, or hiding the truth. Blunt. White. Pure.

Depress less. Smile more.

Quit cutting my hair.

Drink more water.

Be taken seriously. (Always a resolution of mine).

Look better in pictures.

Be pleasantly surprised (also always a resolution of mine. Though this time it will not involve love).

Pay dues to my idols.  Someway, somehow, I am going to do something about my heroes.

Ali's Good Things of 2009:

twitter, cats, the color yellow, skirts and dresses, kissing, my friends, watercolors, sockeye salmon, George, resale stores, scented candles, my bed, mythology class, all the trips, strangers, when people stop being strangers.

Ali's Things that can go to hell in 2009:

24 hour celebrity death coverage on television, sex, mononucleosis, breakups, hookups, myspace, REL 110, commuting, people moving away, liars, death, navy blue.

I love you all. Have a safe and happy entry into 2010. Fuck the 2000-single-digits.

Vacation-y blog

I am so afraid of flying. It's not really that I am afraid of heights, or airplanes, or steward(esses), just whenever I get on a plane I feel like it is my last moment alive.  I think it has a lot to do with Vermont, and a live Paul McCartney CD. But I didn't die, and I am on vacation successfully. However, I wish it were warmer here, I would really enjoy not wearing a winter coat...(have been doing so since...October? Ugh.)

Things I like about Las Vegas:
-The out-right flamboyancy
-The drinks are so much stronger
-Criss Angel (Think about it...if he and I were engaged, I'd be like "Darling, I am hungry, I could really use a toast." And he'd be like, "CRISS ANGEL-MINDFREAK" and toast, with jam and everything would be levitating right before me.)
-(Girly one) Shopping. Ahh/OhMyGod I touched very expensive clothes
 -The mountains. Seriously some of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I can't comprehend them, they're organic and sinewy but majestic and rusty. Just unbelievable.
-The curtains in my room. Had a late night at a dance club (L-O-L) and met some Canadian business students that insisted on buying us drinks.  Consequently, I could really use a coffee, and I am glad the sun isn't peeking in, I'd be making obscene gestures at him.

Things I am really not crazy about here:
-Gambling. Honestly, I hate it. I can see why people think it is fun, but not for me. It hurts me inside to think my moneys are just, well, gone and my skill/luck is the reason.  Starving artists should not gamble. We need money for...well, I need money for a Wax Museum, and I want to go to Barneys.  Haha. Not artistic at all but, yeah!
-The food. I was surprised at this one, but all of it tastes strange and it seems as though Las Vegas city council tried to exclude vegetarians from having fun.  Like, Oh look at all these gourmet dishes! But, not for you little vegetable, you can have some macaroni and cheese.  I'm not opposed to macaroni and cheese, but I wish it looked as pretty as the meats.
-The crowds. Don't get me wrong, I love strangers more than I should, but I do tend to speak my mind to them when a family, in the midst of a large group migration towards elevators, for example, decide to stop and look up. I find myself saying, "Oh you're not in my way at all, it's not like there are four hundred people going in the direction you are blocking because you wanted to make sure the ceiling wasn't collapsing." I'm mean, I know. Sorry, but people here are on missions-getting drunk, getting money, getting hookers, and there is a crowd etiquette that I feel may have been lost in their luggage or something.
-Can I say the food again? Because I am really hungry and I know I am just going to be sad...haha.

Well FOLKS, that is my vacation thus far, maybe another one of these, as my friend brought her computer (LOVE YOU QUACKS) and she's a-sleep-in' like I should be.  I am going to venture into the world of tourists, cigarette smoking indoors (not allowed anywhere in Illinois so it's so weird), and blatant money loss and gains and find a coffee and bagel for under 7$. Yeah, it shouldn't be hard, but it is. Haha.  Love y'all so much, wish I could write every one of you a postcard!

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"Tragically, she took a turn for the worse, hid a shell casing in her birthday cake, with a note inside reading, 'Thanks, I will be seeing you all again on the 31st, when I am reincarnated as the full moon.' The car was on and the garage doors were shut." 

A poem from a 13 year old's perspective..

Roses are red
and violets are blue
i'll wait by your locker
to give this to you.
I went on my Myspace
and changed it today
I put you in my number one top friends spot
because you said "hey"
before algebra class
and I wrote you that note
in pink gel pen
I said I liked your new coat,
and you hugged me after the basketball game
I'm nervous about high school,
you will probably forget me
and date a bunch of cheerleaders
and get all sweaty
in the back of their dad's cars
because they will be older
and i will sit at home
looking at my shoulders
and how they are too big
i cant wait for puberty
to give me boobs
so i can be pretty
anyways,
i hope i can see you on AIM maybe later
and we can talk about math problems
and maybe the dance?
i mean, if you going, and i go,
maybe we'll see each other by chance?

Update, nothing too great.

Hey readers. There's been a poem struggling to come out, but as I planned it while I sat in traffic, I think I made the decision to write a one act play. So, that's what you're waiting for, I guess, my hypothetical dialogues, monologues, back drops, and dramatic lighting! How I'd love for it to be played!

So there's that.

It's going to be my birthday eventually, soon, I guess, is the better word, and I have written a poem each year on that day. The last two are awful....I reread them both just now, and I don't like either of them. I'd post them, but I'm embarrassed, and also not nearly as upset that I'm alive. Thumbs up.

Yep. Love you all. Don't mind my little break from here, I am still writing. Writing a masterpiece for YOUUUUUUUU!!! Just for you. Actually, I do have a specific dedication in mind, but that's besides the point and for you to hear about when the play is posted.