So...

The 

 last night was not that bad...

OK. I confess. It was the highlight of my freshmen year...
It was sooooooooo fun!

At first, I didn't want to dance, but Sara pulled me onto the
dancefloor and us and a big group of friends slowly got into it.

After that I danced the entire night. I seriously forgot to eat.
My feet hurt sooooooo bad....

My friend Rose didn't have a date either and she was siiting
at the table watching everyone. So I pulled her with me towards
the drink table and we talked. Then, I convinced her to dance.
She finally gave in and I told her she wasn't allowed to sit down
anymore. : ) Yeah, I'm cool. She had a blast. Seriously, I never
dance. Ever. But last night I did.... cRaZy...

When we voted for Military Queen, all the Princesses
stood up at the front (there were five) and they were
paraded around by the Company Commander (Captain
Garcia) and later that evening the votes were counted.

Yvonne won. I was soo happy for her.... She's sooo sweet.
She was led on the dancefloor by the Company Commander
and they led a slowdance. Then the rest of the princesses
and commmanders joined in. When the dancefloor was
opened to everyone, I handed Garcia over to his date and
sat down at my table and talked to Sara and Kim.

Later that night, I danced with Leo Sanchez and Ian and Aaron
and a bunch of my friends. It was fun.... yay....

I wanna do it again....

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends, with the remover to remove.
O no! It is an ever-fixed mark that
Looks on tempests and is never shaken.

-Sonnet 116 (My fav)  ((    ))  ((( I'm such a dork )))

William Shakespeare Essay

Due tomorrow

Need I say more?

OMG!!!

MY IPOD WAS STOLEN!!!

I had it in 1st period and in 3rd period it was gone.

I just know one of the beaners in ROTC stole it.

It was in my purse near the top and well in sight...
Anyone could have quickly grabbed it.

God, that makes me soooooo MAD!

I feel like cussing really, really loud at the world.

: | 

Life sucks.

It was so pretty, all blue and sparkly and  pe r f e c t . . .

I had even named it. "Fiztwilliam." (that's Mr. Darcy's
first name. If you don't know who Mr. Darcy is, then
you need some serious help or a half price bookstore
gift certificate...)

You know, no one would even want my iPod. I'ts got
every musical i could get my hands on, High School Musical,
some Avril, and a bunch of random songs from iTunes. Plus,
my favorite classical and opera pieces...

oh yeah, can you say 'score!'....?

geez. beaners suck. I can afford to be a little racist right now
because they friggin stole my iPod!!!!!!!!!! Poor Fitzy... : (

Army joke:

The Army needs a bunch of guys to do drive-by shootings in tanks.
So all the black men sign up for the Army.

The Air Force needs aa bunck of technological people. So all the Asian-
Americans enter the Air Force.

The Navy is mostly occupied by prissy, white guys who are too wimpy
to go fight on land so they join the U.S. Navy...

The Marines needed people who could cross enemy borders on foot.
One Mexican replied, "How do you think we got here in the first place?"

: ) that made me laugh...

Little did I know, that just as Leo (Sanchez) was telling me this joke...

MY F***ING IPOD WAS BEING JACKED RIGHT OUT OF MY PURSE!

Am i over-reacting...

Kate, your iPod was lost or stolen...
What medication did you take keep from dying?
Hurry up and tell me becaues I'm about to swallow the entire medicine
cabinet whole... (jk)

I have no idea how my life will go on... what about plane rides,
car rides, or waiting outside before school. I'll sit there with no
music, no fun, no life, NO IPOD!

And the worst part is, when I had finally got up enough courage
to tell my mom. She said it was a lesson that needed to be learned
and that I might consider baby-sitting to save up money for a new one.

first of all,

I don't baby-sit.

Second of all,

Some Illegal steals my iPod and I get punished.
I never take my iPod to school. That thing is my
pride and joy, my reason to live. Now that it's already
been a day, it's chance of being returned is next to nothing.
I looked at apple.com to see if they had anything where
you could type in your register number of a lost or stolen
iPod so you could be notified if someone tries to reassign it
to an unauthorized computer. Makes sense right? But there
was nothing, absolutely nothing to help poor Fitzy.

I've notified my 1st-3rd period teachers, talked to the Police
Liaison ( who was much more interested in organizing his staples
than returning Fitzy to me...), turned in a Theft Report and tomorrow
I will talk to Master Sergeant. He's is my last hope.

If he hasn't seen anything and can't help me in anyway...
I'll say goodbye to the few weeks of summer that i'm not
off in another city (or country), and baby-sit my ADD next
door neighbors... Greeeeaaatt...

Once again life sucks...

Poor, poor Fitzy...

Did I mention 'life sucks'?

I cant even look at the iTunes link on my desktop.
I cant even imagine telling Dad about what a stupid thing i did..

"Hey, Dad, guess what? I got a 94% on a Geometry quiz and..
oh...yeah... I left my purse around a truck-load of Mexicans
whose 4th period is English as a Second Lanuage and in under
10 mintues they managed to destroy the one material object that
meant a lot to me and disappear without so much as an 'adios'."

One more time.

Life sucks.

I can't remember a time when it sucked this much.

Actually, one good thing happened today...

I talked to L.S. and it was about more than pens and
deoderant. We talked about eye doctors. That's clearly
a step in our relationship. Right...

God, I'm pathetic.

Then, (this is the good part)... he shared his granola bar.

Special K.

It was good. Yay.... : )

He's soooo adorable and he doesn't even know it.

Andrew asked me to the Military Ball.
He found out that i didn't have a date and he let out
a spur of the moment, "Oh you dont? Wanna go with me?"

It was a pathetic attempt to recover from not being able to
find some desperate weirdo to go with him.

He said it while we were all standing around talking to my
friends and i was so shocked I just said, "uuuhhh... no..."

I figured (in the 4.3 seconds he gave me to think) that going with
friends would be better than going with a creep with whom the night
would be really awkward. Payden was going to go with his friend
Christina; they had planned it for almost a month.. But they're not
talking for some reason... Once in the middle of runnning laps, he
siad, "Hey Allie, there's something serious i need to ask. Will you
go to the Military Ball with me?" Andrew laughed and Payden put on
this really idiotic face. I knew he was joking around. But if he asked
seriously I think I'd say yes. He's always been nice to me and i think
I'd be comfortable going with him...

but whatever.

What if i dont get a date. Sara's got one and she doesn't even go
that way. urg...

I have come to the conclusion that once again,

life sucks

Somebody comment something happy to cheer my up.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a medicine cabinet to swallow.

~ Allie

(Totally kidding about the medicine, you know that right?
I'm not a druggie, I swear....)

Currently Listening Mi Sangre By Juanes see related

You can put titles on these entries? Was I the only one who didn't know that?

Ok. So...

Ugh. I'm taking a much-needed break from doing
absolutely nothing. I'm so lazy it's sickening...

So Yesterday, I had a total meltdown. I was so
stressed out about grades and college and my
career (whatever that is) and my future that I just
broke down into tears realizing that all I had done
that day was eat left over Chinese, watched around
7 episodes of Gilmore Girls, and colored random
shapes on a piece of scratch paper out of intense
boredom. I was utterly disgusted by the fact that
i hadn't even started on a major book report for 
Biology due in 9 days. I checked my class standing
in the beginning of the semester and i was 131. One
hundred and thirty-one. That's about top 12-13%.
The schools I want to go to only accept 10% and
higher. I make all As except for in the classes that
actually matter. In my core classes, I struggle to
maintain a B+. I'm practically failing World Geography.
I didn't read 2/3 of Great Expectations and the quiz
is tomorrow. And the greatest part about all this is
that my parents love to point out my failures. Every
time I mention some big, fancy school far away up
north, they give me a lecture on how if I keep it up I'll
never be able to get into those Ivy League schools. So
yesterday I realized how much I suck at life. It wasn't
fun. I turned off Gilmore Girls and cleaned my room in
under 4 minutes flat. Then got out all my homework and
did my Geometry. My grades on the stuff that I actually
do are fine. It's the zeros that kill me. So anyway, I've
decided to try really hard these last two months and
during finals. I only have 3 more years of high school to
redeem myself. I think I focus too much on sleepovers,
guys, and America's Next Top Model... I should be reading
Shakespeare, or Jane Austin or memorizing Emily Dickenson.
I'm sure colleges just love to see that your hobbies are
coloring and eating out at J.K. China Garden. I need to
do more charity work and volunteering. I need to find a
retarded kid and teach him how to play softball. Maybe
I'm over-reacting... But still I don't want to go to a crap
college because of my crap work ethic...scaaaaarrry...

And then after my meltdown, another thing hit me. I'm applying
to colleges in 2 and 1/2 years and I have no idea what I want
to major in. I don't want to be one of those losers that switches
majors twice in college and wastes 2 years and 100,000 dollars.
I was thinking maybe International Advertising, or Journalism,
or Med-school. See? I can't even decide between medicine or
law or journalism or advertising and they are all soooo different.

whatever. I really needed to get that out.

On Friday, ROTC ad a really hard workout. First we ran a mile
(that's four laps around the track) and then we had to do these
lunge steps up the bleachers over and over again. Master Sergeant
stood at the bottom of the bleachers and Sergeant Major stood
at the top. If we stopped, we got yelled at to keep moving. They hurt.
We had to take a step, and touch our knee to the bleacher seat. Then
take another step. About 2/3 of the way up you start to feel it.
Sometimes, when I reached the top, I had to grab on to the railing
so that I didn't fall. My legs were so wobbly. So all weekend I've been
sore. Did you know your butt can get sore? 'Cause it can.
And it sucks. Saturday morning I couldn't straighten my knees. I'm
so pathetic...

I've decided that I like Latin music... Have you heard of Juanes?
He's wayyy cool. I'm downloading a few Latin songs on my
iPod. I'll get "Ya no es Igua"l - Frankie J. ; "La Camisa Negra",
"A Dios le Pido" and "Volverte a Ver"  -Juanes. I'm such a poser.
I don't even speak Spanish... But I am half-Mexican. Does that
qualify me to be a non-poser? I don't know... Look those up on
iTunes if you don't know them. They're cool. I'm trying to find
"Mamacita" - Baby Bash but iTunes doesn't have it. Dang it.

That's Juanes... he's kinda sexy...

Last week, Kalyn said "shit" when her phone went off during
class. And we started joking around thinking of other alternatives
to said word. We came up with:
-"Damn"
-"Darn"
-"Dern"
-"Drat"
-"Dang-nab-it"
-"Shiz"
-"Crap"
-"Shitake"
-"Fooey"

Got any more?

Anyways... we started joking around and we said,
"Gosh darn you! Darn you to heck!" Life is grand.

I have to get back to bursting out in song while
studying for Biology and reading spark notes of
Great Expectations... I love you guys!

-allie