Just A Phase Where I'm Caught In A Daze

                            Rules To Live By:

by Aly for Aly and whoever else needs it

1. Don't care what bitchez think.

2. Don't dwell, let it roll off your shoulders.

3. Keep an open mind. You aren't right about everything.

4. Be pleasant as much as possible.

5. Be patient. Don't rush into things all the time.

6. Find simple things that make you feel good.

7. Be grateful for things you have right in front of you.

8. Tell the people who matter most to you that they freaking matter!

9. Don't worry too much 'bout what you ain't got.

10. Close your eyes and dance more. Makes you feel good.

11. Drink more fluids and eat the food you like.

12. Excercise, walk around, whatevs, but just do something where you get off your butt.

13. Don't let stupid people hang around in your life for too long.

14. If all of your close friends don't like the person you're dating. Rethink that.

15. Don't let nobody ever push you around.

16. Own it. All of it.

17. Be aggressive. B E agressive.

18. If you want something. Go for it. Why the hay not?

19. Don't be afraid.

20. Don't overthink it.

21. Live yo' life and keep on truckin'.


That and so much more.

Lick Your Lips, Eat Some Chips

I don't know if you noticed, but my blog titles, as of late, are rhymes.

Lately I've been feeling like I could be a rap person icon and all I have to do is fine tune my ability to rhyme on command. Just give me a sick beat and I will throw down a rhyme at any given time. I like to do these word games to get in shape.

Here's an example:

Bitch

nitch
itch
hitch
glitch
ditch
rich
mitch

I know dis bitch
Her name ain't mitch
got wit her in a ditch
Said she was rich
Hooked on like a hitch
Musta been a glitch
cuz now i got me a real bad itch








Just kidding.

I Kind Of Feel Like Oatmeal

Instruction manuel:

Materials: computer, phone, whatever can connect you to the interwebz.

Step 1:
Go somewhere quiet and comfy (you only need it for a few minutes).

Step 2:
Lay down wherever you see fit.

Step 3:

Press Play on song below and close your eyes.

I'll Pick Up Sticks And Do Magic Tricks

I know you.
You know me too.
I keep doing these things.

I don't know what they are supposed to mean.

I stand in line

and dance all the time.

Patiently waiting.

Honestly debating

whether or not I care.

Looking ahead, I blankly stare.

I finally turn around trying to find

something I just keep leaving behind.

I try to turn back around.

There is just space with no clarity or sound.

I shut my eyes
and think of a lie.
Moments pass
while memories travel too fast.
I realize I never really knew you,
but I will always pretend I do.
Then maybe someday you
will pretend to know me too.

Let's Make A Toast Or Just Eat Some

A week ago today I was living a life

              so completely different than the one I have here at home.

After struggling through two semesters at Viterbo and being absolutely miserable, I found something. These past four weeks hold some of the best moments and feelings that I've ever had in my life. I believe in fate, I really do. I was meant to stumble upon the randomness that is Viterbo University in La Crosse, WI. I was meant to be placed at Spence Elementary School for field experience. I was meant to take the bus and see the Marcus Cinema every day. I was meant to take a shot in the dark and apply to the theater online. All of these tiny moments that seemed so meaningless at the time had to be strung together in order for me to have formed this life that I have now.

Pieces keep popping in my head. Listening to that Jason Derulo song at full blast in that red sunburn of a car. Going to the beach in dresses and without a swim suit. Listening to the boys point out each other's body issues.Watching Zach do ridiculous workouts in his basement. Wrestling with Patrick and losing.. every time. Hangin' at Chuck E. Cheese and realizing I'm still no good at those games. Going to pizza doctors and unexpectedly breaking news to Zach. Graduation parties of people I don't know and will probably never see again. Makin' toast for Patrick and myself. Calling the boys out on their most serious flaws regardless of how true they are and how much it might affect them. Cuddling together and knowing that soon they will leave the country. One after the other. And that I will go home, but almost refusing to believe the inevitable.

I often lie and tell people I miss them even though I really don't. I really did miss my parents when I was at school. I used to miss Ryan all the time when he was at Syracuse those first two years. So when I said to these few people that I missed them, I meant it. So yeah.. very few occasions when I said it and meant it.

So now here I am,
truly missing Zach and Patrick.

I know we haven't known each other for very long, but these guys mean a lot to me. I have never had friends anything like either of them before. My life will never be the same now that I know them boyz. I hope this isn't it for us. That would suck.

I can honestly say that if there was a time in my life that I could relive... these past few weeks would probably be it. They were so simple and sweet.

Everything felt so easy.

Skinny Girls With Lots of Curls

I'm going to take a break from my delicate little blog posts and start on jabbering again.

I'm back at home and it's... inconsistent. I have spent so much of my life and time here. It feel like someone gave me a new pair of eyes and said

 "okay, now look."

Things feel clearer and succinct. I feel I was also given a new body. It's easier to move around in this one. I don't feel like I have to be so careful that something might fall apart.

Although I have gotten to a point where all my old plans have been thrown to the wind, I have never been more steady. I do feel a bit sad right now and I'm not exactly sure who to talk to about it. I know who I want to talk to about it, but I also know his/her reaction will not be what I want. I just would like someone to listen and understand.

I hope that last part didn't come off too angsty. I'm about 80% over that phase o' my life.

This Is Where I Sit And Stare

I can't look at that.
Or think about it.
It's heartbreaking.

                                But not in the overly dramatic life shattering way.
     Just in the way where it's like a tiny little bluebird's egg breaking.

And the little crackling noise it makes.

That's the kind.
It still hurts though,

Even if it is just in that small way.

Mellifluous

                          

                              I am good.

so very          

good.

It's all so simple.

so            

sweet.