6th annual!

Happy New Years. Time to reflect.
"New Years Blog (5th annual)

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."

 

And here's the results. Well, we can all ignore the first one. Clearly. See: the last, I don't know, 12 entries. -10

 

I didn't do much lying. No scheming. There have been a few moments I can't really let slide, but I'm human. +1, -2

 

I'd say I spent 2010 exactly 50% happy and 50%depressed. It is better than 49-51. +5

 

Hair is doing good. I may finally have long blond hair. +5

 

Yikes, I kind of forgot about the water thing. I do take vitamins regularly though. I am proud of myself for that. +0

 

I wasn't exactly taken seriously more, per se, but I did sort out and give the boot to the people who don't take me seriously. Or I yelled at them.  +3, -2

 

I was pleasantly surprised this year. I have met some wonderful people, and have had wonderful and unexpected moments. +1

 

I am still working on paying dues. +x 

 

1+x. Cool. Well, it's a positive slope at the very least. 

 

Now for this year. 

 

Graduate. It's not reaaaallly in question, but I want to so badly. 

 

Take more risks. (not life threatening ones.)

 

Treasure dignity, and quit misplacing it. 

 

Become the most popular girl in school. Just kidding. But I wish. 

 

Successful show.  

 

Keep on with the honesty, pleasant surprises, and water drinking. 

 

I think that's good enough. 

 

 

2010 hits-eBay, watercolors, micron pens, 70's R&b, black eyeliner, graphite, teeth, sculpture, best friends, moments that mimic movies, Harry Potter, Voldemort, action films, recycling, yellow blue, lingerie, youtube, yahoo! answers, falafel, emoticons.

 

2010 misses-  Avatar, Amazon, oil painting, facebook, networking, geodesic domes, statistics class, crackheads, being "in a relationship", pizza (:(), boots, me writing blogs that aren't poems, emoticons. 

Deer Flies Rally aka squabble sala(n)d

Does the word Portland make you sick?
Because I don't feel safe outside the Midwest.
I refuse to remember the last time I put myself in a promissory circumstance,
in fact, I only take matador stances because
a challenge is better than talking.
Problem is, pale and yellowed lace doesn't hide shades of red, lust, or green too well.
I'll never be blue
If you ever decided to look over here
seriously, ever,
you see that my growing nose is spinning red hands through my teeth
and starting fires on my jeans.
It's true.
Polygonal graph me or whatever.
That's where I'm finally going to be off the charts.
 This is all way too many characters to put in a text message, and I haven't proofread for proper placement of emoticons.
And I don't actually have a voice,
well I do,
but it's only audible to other bitches (canine).
Day dreaming is a really nice defense until the realization of what scares you irrationalizes the make-believe.
Since I'm never going to make you believe anything,
I'm gonna go buy that bull a drink and flash him my red stockings.
Too bad I turn into a yellow bellied breed of squash in an hour.

are you leaving already? said a new friend. "no i'm not, im just leaving."

I was standing on my stilts
with a line of sight
right to the lumber where your stomach should be.
It helped you mouth monogamous melodies about you and your pride.
I listened.
With my mouth open
but sometimes shut,
eating only the ones I wanted.
But we all know how I feel about food.
And just when I thought I could only shoot lasers of hate from my eyes,
a string of sewn hearts with green grass fired,
burning everyone's haircuts into monks.
Still on my stilts, I saw their faces frown and turn to walk away,
so I trimmed off their toes
to show them how it feels to be left.
All they did was look into their trinket's face,
and cartoon spaghetti some promises.
I want to do it again next weekend.
I want to do it again tomorrow.
Or, maybe, never again.
Let me check just one more time.
Probably never again.
I can't look at my homepage.
I can't touch my dresser.
George hurts.
I swear to God,
or I guess to words,
that I'm never going to do this again.
Resolute because if I ever so much as blink a fancy,
I'm dismissing it as a toy pony,
and I'm allergic to horses.