lalala

forgive your friends.
laugh really loud.
don't give up on someone you cant go a day without thinking about.
strive to do your best.
make someone smile.
write a poem
go on a run
think about life from a new perspective
dont waste a minute, youve only got so much time
dont let anyones opinions change what you plan to do with your life.
what other people think about you, its none of your business
be inspired
be who you are, not what you're expected to be.

so im just thinking out loud tonight?

So its another boring day..
Same people, same town. An unchanging wasteland. Hallways full of people talking, but of nothing with meaning, nothing of depth. Its just noise. Why are we here? How do we find a way to give our lives meaning? And how do we make our lives amount to something? People tell me everyday i'm here for a reason, But how do you find what that reason is. I just wait. I'm not even sure what i'm waiting for. Mom tells me "patience is a virtue" But sometimes waiting for an answer to something you know isn't going to come is just a waste of time. Words of inspiration come into my life everyday, and yet i still have no idea how to initiate the first move, how to make my life better for myself, and for other people around me. Why is the world such a hateful place? All the words that we say,and the words that we mean, are all mixed into one big jumble of nothing. We're all misunderstood people waiting to reach our time to shine. When will it come? we'll just have to wait and see.

Lean on me, when you're not strong, ill be your friend, ill help you carry on.

confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness, your willingness to wrestle your demons will cause your angels to sing. Use the pain as fuel, as a reminder of your strength.

The hardest thing to do everyday when you get out of bed is to convince yourself you have the strength to carry on. You're a kid, with the weight of the world on your shoulders, everyday you battle with heartbreak, anger, sadness, stress, school work, sports, boys, girls, hate, and love. We overwhelm ourselves thinking about the world in bulk, we overlook little things that really matter, and most importantly, we underestimate our own strength.

I know that i personally, roll out of bed every morning, get dressed, look at myself in the mirror, and i doubt myself. I doubt that i can ace my tests, that i can make it through the day, that i can succeed in sports. I feel like i don't have enough strength in myself to let me live. As you all know, i've been going through the biggest heartbreak of my life, i feel like i was thrown against a wall and smashed into a million tiny little pieces, and left to find the strength to put myself back together again. I believe that one day, ill be able to find that strength somewhere, but for now, i'm just making it.

"Believe you have the strength" That's what everyone tells me to do. Convince yourself that you are strong, that whatever it is you're going through, whether it be, heartbreak, divorce, a fight, a sport, convince yourself that you possess the strength to get through it, if you convince yourself that you have the strength, you're belief will help you create the fact. Trust me, i know it's hard, and me myself, some days i just want to give up. i want to throw everything i have built up, every last memory, right out the window. i want to stop trying to hard to get something i know i can never have again, but with a little help from my friends, i know that i can do it. Nicole Childers told me last night " I'm not going to sugarcoat it, it's going to be hard, and its going to hurt, and its going to take a lot of time, but you can do it, you are strong enough to do it, i believe in you."

People love you, and people believe in you, just like people believe in me. And with that in mind, you can be strong, you have the power inside you to overcome anything. Put your mind to it, its going to be hard, but you are strong! you can do it, and you can get over it. Strength overcomes all.

running from myself

fixated on the past, my soul does stay
i wait for an answer to all my questions
one that will never come to me
hope is what i rely on,
through the long days and sleepless nights
to revive me of my emptiness
and to bring my hapiness back to me
waiting for a miracle,
i sit in silence
for you my love,
it is easy to get by
knowing you are happy is gift to me
i should do the same for myself,
but have found i have forgotten how.
words left unspoken
will never be replaced
the loving arms that once held me safe,
they lay limp at your sides
i hold myself high,
above the despair that holds my heart
i know one day,
this pain will be gone

-Alli

we all fall down

if you give you're life meaning, you'll find that you'll live it a lot happier.
if you think positive, your outlook on life will be a lot better
if you have hope,things will work out like you've always wanted them to
if you fall down, have the strength to get back up again

Life is full of surprises, big ones and little ones, and that's what makes the ride worth while, If you spend your life regretting something you could have changed, or if you stay fixated on one single person, chances are you're going to miss out on some pretty great ones that pass you by. Live your life to the fullest, and make sure that if you're ever sad, and feeling like nothing else could possibly go right, look around. Look around and see that there are so many people that love you, and realize that there are 6 billion people in the world, and even though it didnt work out with one of those 6 billion, there's another out there that will treat you so much better than the first. Don't give up hope. Believe that life is worth living, and your belief will help you create the fact.

-Alli

Across five aprils

Complete and total adoration,
My gift to you, my heart was yours,
In twelve months you shaped it,
In one night you murdered it.
Torn from my chest and laid at your feet,
That first step you took was the worst.
Since then you've walked a thousand miles in solace and short remark,
And I still have these memories,
But we'll never see what we could have been.
Remember when we talked about where we'd be a year from now?
Remember when you held my hand like you'd never let it go?
Remember, cause that's all you can do.
We'll never make another memory,
We'll never make another memory.
I wish I'd have died in your arms the last time we were together,
So I wouldn't have to wake without you today.
This time I thought things were real,
You said they were,
What happened?
You were a priority,
Was I an option?
I let you see a side of me that I don't share with anyone.
Promises are just words unless they are fulfilled.
Knew from the beginning all I had to offer you was my heart,
I'm sorry that it wasn't enough.
So, we'll go our own ways,
And hopefully you'll remember the things I've told you,
Hopefully you'll understand that everything I said was in sincerity.
A broken heart is not what I wanted from this,
But I guess I've learned from it.
But aren't you supposed to learn from your mistakes?
I don't consider this a mistake,
I just wish the story didn't end this way,
Cause I'm still in love with the person who helped me write it.
Remember when you held my hand like you'd never let it go?
Remember when we talked about where we'd be a year from now?

"When you're dreaming with a broken heart"

When you're dreaming with a broken heart,The waking up is the hardest part,You roll outta bed and down on your knees,And for a moment you can hardly breathe,Wondering was he really here?,Is he standing in my room?,
No he's not, 'cause he's gone, gone, gone,When you're dreaming with a broken heartThe giving up is the hardest part,
he takes you in with his crying eyes,Then all at once you have to say goodbye,Wondering could you stay my love?,
Will you wake up by my side?,No he can't, 'cause he's gone, gone, gone,gone
-John Mayer; Dreaming with a broken heart.

Love; its complicated, its breathtaking, its lovely, its mesmerizing, its beautiful. Love picks you up in it's big arms, holds you tight, and then drops you on the floor, and walks away. love hurts. December 25th 2008. yeah i know it's Christmas, but it is also the one date i will always keep in my heart. It was the one day that something beautiful entered my life, that beautiful thing they call love. The one thing that most people think is completely ridiculous,the thought of people falling in love at 14 years old, but i know that what i had was love, and it was the most amazing thing that i had ever withheld. It wasn't explainable, but love never is, and so far, i haven't gotten my explanation for why things happened the way they did. But i accept them.


When you're 14 years old, the only thing that matters to you is looking nice, having friends, fitting in, and maybe having the chance to get a boy to like you. 14 years old is usually what people call " the bad year for teens" But for me, being 14 years old was amazing. Your first love; Someone who comes into your life, leaves footprints in your heart, and you are never the same. That was him. The things he did, the things he said, i couldn't believe that i had something so amazing. I spent every moment with a smile on my face knowing that he was the one that i knew no matter what happened, he would be there for me. He was the guy who you could call at 2 o'clock in the morning bawling your eyes out and he would sit there and calmly tell me over and over "everything Is going to be okay, don't worry i'm right here,im not hanging up its okay" He was the most amazing thing that ever happened to me.

But like i said before, love is beautiful, but love is also unpredictable. We fought all the time, he told me i had him whipped and that i was the overpowering girlfriend, which i realize now that i was, but despite all of that, he loved me so much, he accepted my flaws, he embraced them, and he never forgot to tell me how beautiful i was whenever i was having a bad day. He was my hero. My role model, i looked up to him, and everything he did, i was proud of. That's what love is, its viewing an imperfect person, perfectly. Everything he did was right, every smile, every word, everything. He tried so hard to make me proud. And being me, i feel as if i always wanted more, and that wasn't fair to him.

So Jimmy, I am sorry for the hurt i have caused you, for the mistakes i have made, and the things that i will never forgive myself for, but i want you to know something, from the day i met you, i have always loved you. You saved me from myself and not even a million "thank you's" can sum up how much that means to me. I know i get angry, and i know that our breakup was my fault, and if i could turn back time, i wouldn't have done it. But thinking back to every single little thing, every laugh, every bittersweet kiss, every time you made me smile, you made me stronger. you made me able to stand this rough patch, this "heartbreak warfare". And, just to let you know, i wouldn't take back any of it, any of the times, even the bad ones, because of you, i am me. And i know i took your heart and ripped it out of your chest, but my heart is crushed too. Because every time i go to sleep at night i cant get the guilt to go away, the feeling that i hurt the one person i promised i would never break, the person who every night i said "always and forever" to, the person who i wished on 11:11's with. And f.y.i, i wished that you wouldn't ever stop loving me every single time. I love you jimmy, and sometimes we get angry, and from the wise words of Victoria Bergevine, " You can fall out of love, but you can never stop loving" And i will never stop "loving" you. You are forever in my heart, and even though now you don't want me anymore, i think ill be okay, i have the memories, i have the smiles and the laughs, the tears and the "i love you"'s i have them all safe inside my heart, and they wont get lost, i promise

-Alli

Its 2 am, feeling like i just lost a friend

This Post is dedicated to someone on formspring who asked me to write about hurting a friend and then losing them, i promised them i would so here it is.

You will never know true happiness until you have had a true friend, and you will never understand what pain really is until you have lost one.


When you make a mistake with a friend, it is usually fixable. You can apologize to the person and tell them you know what you did was wrong and beg that they forgive you. On that rare occasion however, they don't.

Losing a close friend is like being stabbed in the chest. It hurts for days. You are ignored, your calls aren't answered. And you know that they are telling someone else exactly what you did wrong. Day by day you wait for a text, a call, something. But in turn, receive nothing. Last year, i made one of the biggest mistakes i had ever made. I lost my best friend, because of a boy. I know i know, girl code says that's illegal, but yes, it happened. I didn't mean to fall for him, but it happened. I know that what i did was wrong, and i apologized. But this girl was so unbelievably hurt, she made me make a choice. She told me to pick. I remember the conversation like it was yesterday, "Me or him", she said. I remember being really shaky as my fingers touched the keys, " How do i choose?! you're my best friend, and he's someone i might never find again!" ( your buddy is typing..) "Alli, you know that if i were you, i would pick you in a heartbeat, you're my best friend." I started crying as i typed the words, "I'm not choosing". She responded with," Fine, ill make the choice for you. I'm gone, just realize that we'll never be the same again from here on out." ( ------ has gone offline.)

I sat, staring at the computer screen for 30 minutes wondering what the hell i had just done. I regretted it, but at the same time felt that i had done the right thing not choosing one or the other, and in her choosing for me, it made things easier. i was dead wrong. We fought almost every day, explosive, jealous, hate-filled fights, i cried myself to sleep. regretting everything i had done. I was scared to go to school, when i got off the bus in the morning my heart started pounding out of my chest. Our once united social group had split, one side supporting her, one side supporting me. It was the most dramatic.,and now that i look back, humorous things that have ever happened to me. It went on for MONTHS. Until finally we both broke and tried to fix things, things weren't the same.

The thing about losing a friend is, as much as it hurts, as much as you regret the things you said, the hurt you caused, and the tears you cried. In some way, you benefited from it. I learned never to take advantage of the good things in my life, and when youhave something great, hold onto it with everything you have, because if you're not careful it can slip right through your fingers. Because of this loss i learned to treat others better, to not take advantage of the good things that happen, and to hold every friend near and dear to me. Because in the end nothing is more important than a good friend.

About two days ago, i I-Med her and told her i was honestly truly sorry for the pain i had caused, and i didn't expect an answer, i didn't expect anything from her, she didn't owe it to me at all. But you know what she said? She replied " Alli, you know what, i accept that apology, i really really do, because if that hadn't happened i wouldn't be anywhere near the person i am today" And we're okay now, her and i, because despite everything that happened, we could finally realize the most important thing, forgiveness.

" what people think about you is none of your business."

hope for the hopeless

"Oftentimes we say goodbye to the person we love without wanting to. Though that doesn’t mean that we've stopped loving them or we've stopped caring, sometimes goodbye is a painful way to say i love you"


When the time comes when you are ready to let go of everything you had, every memory, every "i love you" every last minute you spent with that that someone, you'll know. In every breakup there are a million tears, a million im sorry's and hardly ever any forgiveness. Saying goodbye to somebody who has been such a big part of you're life is such a hard thing to do. But you have to do it. and after all the hurt. things will get better.

My favorite quote of all time has always been this; "Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident." Everything about it is true. It was about a month ago when i first realized that what we had was only a temporary feeling. That "butterfly" feeling we all know and love slowly started to fade and eventually i love you gave no meaning to me. I told him how he felt and he understood. he understood because he had felt the same. When you come to feel that you know everything there is to know about a person, and that when you talk to them, it is no longer conversation, but words without meaning thrown about like nothing. When that happens you know its time to say goodbye.

Saying goodbye was the hardest thing i ever did. To hear the sadness in his voice, and to throw every memory we made out the window. It hurt me, and it hurt him too. People tell me that i am an awful person for it, and maybe they are right, but i believe that what i did was good. Because believe it or not, he is happy now. And when you really care about a person, their happiness becomes yours as well. If you ever are afraid to say goodbye, thats normal. If you lay in bed at night and think about how you want to do it, but you cant, that's not good. It is better to tell someone the truth than to go on living like everything is fine. For a good three weeks that's what i did. Until i finally realized that it wasn't fair to him.

Convincing yourself that you're okay is normal. Days passed when i woke up feeling great, going to school in a good mood and going out with friends. Finally being single and having no strings attached. Weeks passed and the feeling continued, Slowly but surely the hurt kicked in. I began to feel like i was living in a world where not one person cared, nobody understood me and that i was alone. That i was an idiot because i gave up the best thing in my life. I feared being alone and i feared that i would never find anyone that could meet what he was to me. I texted him, i called him. i wrote him. It was awful, let me tell you when we i use the word desperate I don't use it lightly. I wanted him to want me back, and when he didn't, i was mad. I shouldn't have been but i was. I was angry with the fact that he didn't love me anymore, that fact that he was "liking" other girls. I envied those girls. I would have done anything to be one of them. I was jealous, i was hurt, and i was mad. And then i realized that i was being ridiculous. I was being selfish, and i was being cruel. I needed to stop thinking about myself and think about him.

So now, after weeks of pain i have realized that i do not love him anymore. And that i don't want to get back together, as much as i convinced myself that if he asked me back out i would say yes. My mom told me tonight that "getting back together with someone usually isn't out of love, its out of fear of being alone" She's right. I am scared of being alone. Of never finding someone like him. But i know that i am strong. And i know that after a really great year with a really great guy, i can have those memories. But now i can make room for new ones. I can look back now, and i can smile. I still feel pain every once in a while. But i've got my family, and i've got my friends. and one day, ill have another person who loves me just as much as he did.

So this is for anyone who has given up, who feels as if they will never be better, as if the tears will never stop. This is for anyone who has lost hope. You can do it. Things will get better. i promise.

-Alli

here comes the sun, and i say, its alright

the good things about good weather.

• It makes the school day go by that much faster
• you can lay outside and forget about anything bad that happened
• everyone has an excuse to have a smile on their face
  
• you can wear flip flops to school and not look like a freak
• it's always a good time to finally go out and go on a run.. i probably should
• usually you're moms in a better mood and wont bitch at you as much
• its a good reason to be happy

Enjoy the weather, it probably wont stay for long! soak up the sun :))


-alli

happiness is a firecracker sittin on my headboard

this post is dedicated tot anyone who has ever been targeted, or bullied. enjoy!

H.A.P.P.I.N.E.S.S; happiness.

It's one word that has about 10 billion different meanings. If you asked 10 different people " What is happiness to you?" You would get 10 different answers i promise you. Happiness to someone could be seeing their dad for the first time since he's been in the army, or holding your daughter for the first time, successfully riding your bike without training wheels or daddy holding onto the back of the seat. Happiness could be that first instant when everything seems perfect, or laying outside on the first warm day we've had in months. Whatever happiness is to you, it is worth striving for. Everything about the word happiness makes you feel good. And why wouldn't everyone in this world not want to be completely happy?

Not everyone can reach their utmost happiness, some people have never even been happy. Sometimes people can sit around for hours upon hours just asking themselves " Why aren't i happy?" You can spend your life searching for the answer, but you will never never find it. Happiness is not hiding in somebody else, in a new car or an i pod touch, happiness is not materialistic. It comes from your soul. Happiness, in order to be felt needs to be ignited, by somebody else or by yourself.

I have been called a fake, ugly, a poser, a backstabber, and been told by some people to remain nameless that they hated me. But you know what? That doesn't matter at all. In fact, it is completely insignificant. Everybody should know that the people that call you these things aren't happy. And you can stay strong because you are the happy person in the situation. I know for a fact that i am far from fake, or ugly and i shouldn't let other peoples bad attitudes rub off on me. Ignore rude remarks and things that people carelessly throw out of their mouths to bring hurt, to bring sadness. Because in reality, these people are hurt and sad, and by putting others down, it makes them feel that much better, but really, they are still not happy. They are hiding behind masks of fear, pretending to be strong. They target you because you are happy! because you are strong. And despite the hurt they know it will cause you, it will make them feel whole.

Bullies are defined as people who put down others to make themselves feel good, feel overpowering, feel strong. But in truth, They are unhappy and the weakest of the human race. So anytime you ever cry because of something someone said that hurt you, know it isnt true, you are beautiful, you are smart, you are strong. Believe in yourselves. Because you are happy.

laugh like you mean it, live like you mean it

Laughter is an audible expression or the appearance of hapiness or an inward feeling of joy (laughing on the inside). It may ensue from jokes, tickling or other stimuli; an inward feeling of joy (laughing on the inside).Laughter is sometimes seemingly contagious, and the laughter of one person can itself provoke laughter from others as a positive feedback.

Today's Friday and i'm going out, but i promised to write a new post everyday soo.. Have an awesome weekend and laugh it up (;

-alli

can you tell me where it hurts?

this post is dedicated to the strongest girl i know, Lexi Hayes. Enjoy!

hurt ; It's the easiest thing to say, and the easiest thing to do, but the most impossible thing to avoid. Hurt is all around us, everyday. In the words that we say, the feelings we let out, and the faces we express to the world. Everybody has been damaged and hurt once or twice, and almost everyone has hurt someone else.The thing is though, the biggest problem we face, is coming to terms with the fact that you have been hurt. Most people brush it off their shoulders and play it out like they're fine, but in truth, they come home and cry their eyes out for hours on end. We don't know what goes on in people's lives and yet all of us, every single one continue to judge people like we know them. I do it, parents do it, teachers do it, kids do it. every single day a kid comes home crying from school because someone made fun of their sexual orientation, or a girl throws up in the school bathroom because somebody called her an "overweight bitch". Hurt is all around us, hate is all around us.
The worst thing is that even though we have all had those days when nothing goes right, when someone says something that makes you feel the slightest bit insecure, or the days you get the biggest pit in your stomach because someone said something behind your back, we still continue to be the hypocrites that are, the human race. It's a constant struggle to be the best, whether its getting the highest grade in your class, or beating the fastest girl on your track team, or for once in your life being better at something than your older brother, we all need to be the best. And in doing so we forget that there are other people around us, we neglect the feelings of those who we feel "don't matter". We are in fact the most vicious species on this planet. We hurt, and we bring discomfort all for the pleasure of ourselves, and being comfortable with who we are. We don't think before we act, and forget that there is someone out there that might just need to win this track meet, or get the best score in his math class. Because every night when he goes home his parents tell him he'll never be the athlete his brother was. That it if he doesn't ace this math test and clean up his act, his probation officer will finally throw him in jail. We need to step aside and stop the hurt, we need to put others first. 6 billion people in this world and the only ones we think about is ourselves. the world is an ever changing waste land of screw-ups and wanna-bees, successors and scholars. And we can all come together. We need to change the world. We can stop the hurt.

-Alli

Family

Family love is messy, clingy, and of an annoying repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper. But aside from the mess, you love them not because you have to, but because you want to.


when i think family, the first thing that comes to mind is "craziness". Family to me is being loved unconditionally despite your flaws. It means that no matter what happens, or who wants to kill you in school, your family has your back. You're family are those few people who you were created to be with, and each one of them are totally completely different from eachother. But thats what makes the ride worth while, they always keep you guessing.

There are so many kinds of families out there,You have the Type A family, whose house is always immaculate, The mother who makes you take off your shoes before you enter the house and who then proceeds to vacuum where you just walked.The father is usually some big time engineer, lawyer etc. and the kids are most likely the most well-mannered people you will ever meet." Alright kid, see you in 10 years at Harvard." But now lets skip and few steps and get to the sketchy family. Whenever you go over their house you wonder who they have locked up in the basement, because something clearly has to be wrong with these people. And then somewhere in between the two, we got the Average Joe family that all of you have, You got the parents and the kids, but everything else that goes on inside the walls of your house is a mystery to me.

But right now i'm going to focus on something that you guys are going to think is weird, entertaining, and will probably either make you want to come over my house or never talk to me again. The Damico Family. We are probably one of the weirdest, most outrageous, spontaneous families you will ever meet. To get you started, my parents are split up, but they both live in North. They drive each other crazy most of the time. Then you have my sister. I'd like to say that she is some close relative to satin, but that would be an understatement. In the 11 years that i have spent my life with her,she has:

1. bit me,
   
2. unscrewed my door knob,
   
3. killed my hamster,
   
4. cut all of my bathroom towels in half,
   
5. Triple knotted the shoe-laces on my converses,
   
6. tied up my friends in her room,
   
7. hit me with a hammer,
8. and finally,painted my mirror black so i couldn't see into it.

As you can probably see the time spent at home with her, is just awesome. But hey, we all have the siblings right? wrong. Not only is Amanda ( that's her name if you didn't know) A ridiculous clone of my mother, she is also an evil mastermind. The whole reason i am even writing this blog right now is based on the fact that i am stuck in my room, because of who? her. Ever felt like your sister or brother was the favorite? and then your mom says " Well honey, that's just your opinion,me and daddy love both of you equally." Sound familiar? its a lie. Sorry to burst your bubble. But usually if you think you're the favorite, you are. and if you think that you're parents favor your sibling more than you, you're right! Well at least for me :x. My parents have never really admitted to the fact that Amanda is their favorite, but i see it. Mostly because i'm in my room right now, and you wanna know why? Because she just threw me down a set of stairs by my sister and then i yelled at her." Where's Amanda you ask? DOWNSTAIRS WATCHING TV. point proven.

But besides all of this my family is pretty great, i'm glad i'm where i am at because even though im not the favorite (; they love me no matter how i change and what mess i get into. And thats what family is, they love you unconditionally, they throw you a hardball once in a while, but just because they care. Family comes first in any situation an i know almost anyone would do just about anything to protect their family. Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten, And even though most of the time we're fighting and hating on each other, we laugh about it afterward. because we're family. and nothing can tear family apart.

-alli

Formspring.

one word, formspring

The heroine of teenage girls. I'm going to come right up and say that yes, i am one of the billions that have one of these pages, and yes,it is slowly destroying my life. For anyone who doesn't know, the website is called Formspring.com or Formspring.me, whatever. Anyway. The point of the website is to ask people a question that you wouldnt normally ask them in person. There is a box to type your question and you can either make it anonymous or include your user info. I would now like to point out that this website is one the most misused websites out there. First of all, The things written to you are never questions. They either point out the obvious, or they tell you something terrible about yourself that makes your night so much worse than it's already going.I mean after my mom tells me that my grades suck and my sisters going to be so much better that last thing i want to hear is that i "look like i just got out of bed all the time." So you're probably wondering, Where are you going with this? Well where i'm going with this is that despite the fact that people completely tear you to shreds with comments such as "you look like a monkey" "you're ugly, if you killed yourself i wouldn't care" and " I'm sorry for whoever gave birth to you". almost everyone who has one is addicted to it. Why? Nobody knows. I myself would like to own up to the fact that i get excited to see what someone wrote about me. Maybe just because it makes me feel like people actually know who i am, even if they hate me. God knows. Another thing about this, I come into school and at least 10 people tell me " oh my god last night this girl told me i was ugly" And then your best friend always says" girl, dont even worry about it, they just didnt have the guts to say it to your face." THANK YOU EINSTEIN. I'ts an anonymous website. Thats why people write on it. Formspring is pretty much the crack cocaine/weed/any other drug for dramathirsty teenage girls. Yes, i do have one. and No i dont know why.

-alli

Hey Blogspot, im Alli

before i start, and before people automatically think to themselves " shes totally copying Kerrin" I would like to point out that i was inspired by her and she approves.

So now that we have come to terms with the fact that this idea to start blogging about my oh so interesting life was inspired by the one and only, kmcternan. I, being the most untechnological (dont think that's a word) person, did not even know this website existed until tonight. But now that i do, you lucky people will be able to read about my fabulous revelations of being at the best place in the world.. North Attleboro High School. That was sarcasm if you haven't already caught on. Some basic info that you don't care about is that i'm a freshman, i love the summer, artwork, watercolor paintings, collages and i idolize Taylor Swift and Jack Johnson. If they combined a song or just did me a favor and had kids together, my life would be great. This sounds silly but i have 8 best friends. My neigborhood girls, Shaina,Alexa,& Rachie, and then Ah-Arm Anna, Hayley, Rose and Meaghan. And then i have my almost-sister who've i've known for 12 years, Olivia. But nobody really gives two shits so ill shut up. Im probably going to blog once a day so if you're interested in stalking/following me i'd appreciate it a ton!
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-Alli