Sunday, November 10, 2013

This is temporary.

Monday, November 4, 2013

Hi and Bye

I don't know why I post on this anymore, I really don't, but it's comforting, who knows, maybe I'll post pictures of my friend's and I soon.

I hope you all had a great day, I hope someone told you you're lovely.

If not, oh well. I'm telling you.

You are great, you are lovely, you are loved, I care about you.

Cookie and I had a heart to heart. It was nice. I gotta go, but I feel loved today, it's nice.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

I want to take the moment before my mom takes back her computer to say that everything is temporary. Everything.

I could use a lot of examples and there really isn't a point. Think of this way. Nothing lasts forever, not the good, not the bad. It's temporary.

There's always something that changes. The ONLY constant in life I believe is change. Whatever your facing, no matter how bad, it will get better. I promise. Yes, sometimes it gets worst before it gets better.

So it may hurt now, what you're dealing with. That's okay. Cry, hurt, soak it in. But don't do something you can't take back, like end everything. Don't. Please.

November 2011, I was having an off month. Way off. I thought it was the end of the world. I was just having a hard time. I wouldn't have remembered it, but I googled my name in a with my mom's and a story she wrote about me came up.

I'll post the link and the story because you never know if the newspaper will decide to take it down. I'll just italicize it.

A few years ago, I stood in the wreckage left behind by burglars, speechless and mournful. But my grief was not for the television that no longer occupied its place on the shelf or the video camera that had been taken.
I pined for the tape that had been inside that video camera, with its footage of my youngest daughter's first year and that final vacation with my mother-in-law, who died not too long after.
I felt the same rage and sorrow this weekend on behalf of that youngest daughter.
She'd had a bad week. First, playing by the rules at school, she left the MP3 player she'd gotten as a birthday present a few months ago locked in her PE locker. When she got back from running laps, it had been stolen. Someone knew the combination.
Two days later, the girls and I stopped by a local pharmacy to fill some prescriptions for their dad, who has a potentially disastrous illness. While we were in the store, someone broke into the car and stole her satchel.
The payoff for the thief was a battered bag; two binders stuffed with detailed notes from geometry, history, language arts and Spanish; a pair of contact lenses she had removed 10 minutes before and which she'll now have to do without until we can replace them in January; a well-worn and much-loved copy of a book — her deepest thoughts noted in the margins — that she must have in hand for an essay that's due next week; a student ID card; and the bus pass she needs to get back and forth to school.
Realistically, the value to someone besides Alyson is probably 75 cents. For Aly, though, it was the world, especially because of those detailed study notes. The good news is they were so well done that a couple of her friends had copied them. So she'll be able to copy them back for a couple of her classes. It's just a lot of extra work.
We spent a fun-filled hour dumpster diving, pawing through every garbage can we could find within a four-block radius of the store. Blech. And pointless.
Somebody needs to write an etiquette guide for those who think it's OK to help themselves to other people's stuff because this really emphasizes the "petty" aspect of petty theft.
Forget that the thief had no right to any articles in my car and that the break-in is a crime. That's a different discussion. How hard would it have been for the home burglar to take the tape out of the video recorder or even drop it in the mail once he or she saw what was on it? It's not like my address was a mystery.
And when Alyson's bag was opened and clearly contained nothing of value, it should have been discarded near where it was taken, to give its owner a sporting chance at finding it again.
I assume the person grabbed it and drove away, looking inside a bit further down the road. It would have been easy to circle back around and dump it unobtrusively on the pharmacy grounds.
And yes, I know it seems silly to wish that someone who thinks it's OK to destroy property to get hold of something that does not belong to him would take that extra step to show a little bit of honor.
Still, that's exactly what I wish. It would put a tad of redemption back in the situation.
At the end of the day, if you take my TV and my computer, it makes me mad, but it erodes your soul, not mine. It's the pointless and unkind loss of the tape and the notes and contact lenses that leave me disillusioned and dismayed.

By Lois M. Collins

So I was having a bad month, a very bad month. I did think it was the end of the world, I lost all my homework and my notes and to a little eighth grader like me, and it wasn't like I was going to kill myself over that, but it was hard. But guess what, I got a new book and wrote new thoughts about the text in the margin, the term passed and it didn't matter that I didn't have the notes. I even earned enough money to buy a new IPod (or my mom replaced it, I can't remember, either way it was new)

And you learn from it.

December 2012

I got robbed. Almost. Christmas morning. Or Eve. (Started on Christmas eve, ended around 12:00 am) My parents took my sister and I to see Jack Reacher after we exchanges presents with extended family. I got gifts, but I also got money from my aunt and uncle and it was close to $120 and I didn't have time to put it in the back of my phone. And it was off, so I placed it in the cup holder next to me and when I adjusted in my seat, I knocked it to the ground under the seat of two guys. So I didn't want to disturb the theater by reaching under them to get it so I decided to wait until the movie finished.

About halfway through, I saw the guy in the green hoodie pick it up. So I told my mom where I was promptly shushed. Mostly because the movie was cool and I was loud, but she's also deaf. Partly.  So I waited and waited. I watched Tom Cruise be the hero and I loved it. But as soon as it ended I was up on my feet. In motion, before the lights came on they had rushed out of there and I was in pursuit.

 I stopped them before they even left the movie theater. I got my phone back and they lied and said they were going to turn it in. I still thanked them for giving it back, even after they lied three times and said they didn't have it. I said Merry Christmas and went back to my parents. I told my mom what happened and she said something I didn't catch because I was already running after the thiefs again.

 Why? The money was gone. All of it. I screamed something to my mom giving her a slight idea to my whereabouts, not much, but I didn't care.

I was working on pure adrenaline.

I ran out into a packed parking lot full of cars and not a person in sight and I caught a sight of green and grey. The hoodies they were wearing. And I chased them down, to their car and I asked them what kind of person stole money from a fourteen year old on Christmas. And they called me a liar and said I did not know what I was talking about. And I laughed. They got in their car and I was pissed.

I can't explain my behavior. I blame in on adrenaline from the movie. Grey told me to move, they had to get home and I told them that they would have to run me over because I wasn't leaving without my money.

My parents know this story, my mom's co-workers know this story, everyone in my family knows it. Except part of it. What they didn't know was even though they were blocked in, they were ready to hit me. They backed out towards me. Maybe to scare me, but the girl who can't even get out of bed some mornings out of fear stayed in place. So Green got out of the car and pushed me out of the way and I told him I wasn't moving without the money still. And he laughed and motioned his friend to pull out.

So I did elbowed him in the gut. Hard, as hard as I could. And he went to grab me again and I recited his license plate number from memory. He was pissed and I thought he was going to kill me honestly. I did. He was willing to get in the car and back up. But then something amazing happened. My alarm went off. It rang and I pretended it was my mother. I said where I was and why, I gave the description of the people who I was by and then I stood there and waited, on the phone. With my alarm, praying no one actually called.

And he gave me my money, and I left. As fast as I could. My mom did end up coming to the parking lot, just in time to see the guy pat my arm and apologize and ask not to report him, his buddy had a job problem. He needed the money for treatment. I laughed.

I got to confront a robber. Not the ones who stole my IPod, or my backpack. But a robber. And it felt damn good. Until the adrenaline wore off. It wore off fast, I got into the theater and I was shaking and almost crying. I couldn't explain to my parents what happened until almost ten minutes later. Fear set it. But it felt good and I don't regret it for a second.

So don't kill yourself ever. Just cry over sad moment and laugh over happy things. You'll get through it. I swear.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Two Random thoughts

People always tell you that you are lucky something happened to you. Mostly because they're jealous. So here's what I know:

Luck is when preparation meets opportunity. There is NO such thing as luck. SO you are wonderful and amazing and don't let anyone steal your moment.

I want to take one moment to just say that people suck. They really do, they hurt you for no damn reason and it's stupid. But it's life. Deal with it. There comes a time when you need to know when to shut up. When the fight isn't worth it anymore. I learned this one a long time ago. I think I was eight, and my sister was mad and feeding my dad some lie about the mean thing I did. And he was yelling.. At the time she lied, but if I were to use my voice like I normally did. I would probably get slapped. It didn't matter who was lying or not.

But here's the thing, if you stop defending yourself completely. They'll believe you're a liar. And then it gets harder to stay quiet, and you feel shitty about everything you do because no one listens.

So decide what you want. And choose. This fight isn't worth it still. I'd rather be a liar and "all of my family's problems."

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Midnight Rant (11:51 but so what?)

I want to get something off my chest. I did NOT choose to be anxious. I did NOT choose to get upset over such small pathetic things. I didn't. I don't know why I'm like this, but I am. And telling me to grow up and face the real world will NOT help me get over it. It makes me feel shittier about myself and sad. I just can't deal with that now. I'm sad and tired and lonely and making fun of what I honestly can't control, calling me a baby will honestly not help at all. So here's my advice on how to treat people in general:

You don't like someone's music? 
Guess what, no one said you had to but don't put down something because you are also putting down that person. You never no, maybe that singer is the only reason that person is actually here. strange right? I know. Get over it, shut up. Be nice.

You think it's obnoxious that someone stutters?
So do they most likely. It's not like they were born and got to a certain age and said, "Hey! I think today I'll start stuttering when I talk to strangers, sounds cool." No. Fuck you and you're ignorance. (Okay, I know that was harsh but still). That is not how it works.

You think it's okay to make jokes about serious issues like self harm, rape, or suicide etc.
IT IS NOT OKAY! I cannot emphasis this enough. You do realize that self harm is serious right? Rape is serious right? Suicide is serious. DO NOT joke about these things. Do not say, "Yeah, I'm going to go home and slit my wrists open because I have homework." It's not funny. People do this. People sit in their rooms and do this. I know why. I wish I didn't, but I do. And it's not funny. And this lesson is directed to my sister. Jokes about suicide are not funny. Rape, not funny. Just shut up.

That girl looks like she lost weight? Gained? A boy?
 Don't say anything. Don't. Just don't make comments. Don't ask if they have an ED even as a joke. I get if you're worried, then yes, have a serious conversation, but don't make jokes like you're so fat. It isn't cute. Nor funny. Just last week my friend Shamsa was making fun of me because my pants are baggy. Guess what? I have lost twenty pounds because of a new medication and I feel shitty about it and I'm an insecure person so if she saw this, others might to.
Here's a little back story, a medicine to help me sleep, changes my appetite, I'm never hungry, food makes me feel gross. I don't have an ED, but I feel so sad when I hear jokes in the hallway about it.


I guarantee that there is NO need to point out another person's flaws. NO need. They see them, and I'm willing to bet they hate that about themselves already.

Here's my logic:

Smile at strangers.

Be nice to everyone you meet.

Don't automatically assume things and say them out loud.

Talk to people who look left out




Do your homework

Go to work

Get up even if you're having a bad day

Work on your attitude


And here is the most important: SPEAK THE FUCK UP. If you do not like something, say so, don't stay quiet, you were bless with a fucking gorgeous voice. It is terrifying, but you can do it, I'm working on it too.

If you don't have energy to get up, fear not, tomorrow is another brilliant day and you can bless us with your presence then, just try. Don't give up. Try. You can do this.

I don't know if God is real anymore. So I can't say this for sure "God gave you this life because you're strong enough to live it."

Maybe he didn't give it. BUT GUESS WHAT.


You can always find strength just keep moving. Life is hard, but don't give up. It's sad and wonderful. Keep going.

Love Aly

Monday, October 28, 2013

I Failed my Chemistry Test, But at Least I Got Starbucks!

I woke up on the couch with my textbook in my lap dead tired. I fell asleep last night around four in the morning and got up two hours later. At least I had sleep.

I didn't go to my third period today, I lied and told my mom I was doing homework, in truth I had to read my essay I wrote in Spanish to the class and the thought made me cringe in fear so Cookie and I went to Starbucks and talked about life, and the future. It was fun. I love Cookie, she's my best friends. Her and Ash. Sometimes Jeni.

Cookie isn't a people person. But somehow she decided she was going to love me and make me smile all the time. It's nice. Jeni gets jealous, Ash finds it "adorable how protective she his over me, you gave satan a heart." She's not satan. I do love her.

Ash is lovely too, she knows a lot about me, sometimes it's scary. I love her to death.

I better get my language arts homework done, I literally have so much to do. This is my five minute break. It was good. Hope you are all having a good day.

I don't know what to name this so I will call it a really long run on words because I can and I will. Or 26 letters, because all stories and post are made up of only that. Unless we want to be techincal, there are also symbols on this keyboard. I forgot to CAPITALIZE every letter since this is a title and Mr Maciejko would be so proud. So this piece is called "rambling", and I think you got that from this title or not, oh well. I say piece like this is a painting, it's not, but I did pain my wall earier like last week and my mom was very shocked and upset because I didn't aske but at least it washes off. We could say this is the first paragraph of the post called "Rambling" Or we won't have to, readers choice.

   I'm beginning to realize how random life truly is. How wonderful and awful. How beautiful and terrifying. I have not posted for a long time. A really, really long time. I think the last time my dad had just gotten a transplant. And he's doing pretty good. It's weird. I don't know if you understand this, but he was dying for almost five years and it was terrifying, feeling he was going to just disappear one day and then waking up and realizing he's okay. HE IS OKAY. It's nice too. I love it.
   My mom, she's a different story. I don't know what's going on. When my dad was dying, they explained it to me. They explained what was happening, they explained the medicine, why he was grumpy, and happy a second later. They sat me down and told me and let me ask questions. With my mom, she's going through stomach problems. Too much stress caused some things to go wrong and she's had multiple surgeries to fix it but it doesn't help. She can hardly eat. It's like I'm watching her die and she puts a smile on her face and says everything is okay. And then she'll say she can't live this way. It's confusing and scary and I'm scared she is dying or something because no one explains.
   Jeni, she has experienced some loss. Edwin, one of her friend's die a year ago almost to the day and I can't imagine. I'm grateful I can't. I love her a lot and she's a pretty happy person and it's crazy how strong she is. When she goes through something hard, she fights to get past. It does not matter if she barely makes it, she makes it. I on the other hand am a totally different story. I tend to drag my feet a lot, and I bring others down when I'm in a bad mood. That's a huge flaw.
   Me, I don't know what's up. I wish there was manual to life. I need that. A lot. I'm sad for no reason, I get so terrified with simple tasks and screwing them up. I can't sleep most nights. I can't eat. I'm just not hungry and I'm not sure if it's the medicine that is supposed to help me sleep (Trazodone) which has a side effect of weight change, appetite change. (I find it weird that I am on a medicine to help me sleep that commonly causes insomnia, that just seems odd) I lost my passion for photography. I lost it and I miss it. So much. And I'm lost. I just am. I see a therapist named Atkins for my anxiety, I don't think it's helping. I don't feel comfortable enough to talk to anyone. Only my friends, like Ash or Cookie. Those two no more about me than anybody else. Not even Jeni.
   I'm not sure if it's just coping with everything around me, fear of rejection, or what. I don't see myself going to college anymore because I can't do simple homework assignments. I'm stressed. I didn't think I could be this stressed. I don't get how I'm supposed to get into college with a scholarship. I don't have enough time to balance the eight classes I have along with extracurricular activities, community service and also get 8 hours of sleep. I'm exhausted and I keep telling myself this too shall pass, but I feel stuck. I can't breathe. Everyone yells too. I feel like no one realizes I'm trying. I'm trying to be happy. I'm trying to be nice. I'm trying to get enough sleep. I'm trying not to fall asleep in class. I'm trying not to get yelled at. But all everyone ever sees are the screw ups. I got a 64% on my math test. I need to work harder? I studied for eight hours beforehand, listened to my tutor and asked the teacher for extra help. Did that work? Obviously not.
   I am drowning. I can't breathe. I'm terrified of disappointing anyone, but I don't think I've made anyone proud in a while.
   I went to DC for two weeks this summer with my mom's friend to hang out with her kid. It was the worst experience of my life. I am not exaggerating. There was not a single moment I was dry eyed. I almost ran away too. I had it all planned. I had $400 and I was just going to leave because I could not take it. I was being treated like I was scum by this lady I hardly knew, and her kid. And I was getting yelled at by not only them, but my parents because this lady would tell my mom all the awful things my sister and I would do that didn't happen. Meanwhile my sister would be mad at me and it was confusing. I would defend myself, and I would come across as snarky, and I would stay quiet to avoid being snarky and I'd be uncooperative because I wouldn't acknowledge. If I made a decision she didn't like, I'd be trying to ruin things for everyone, but if I said I had no preference, just what everyone else wanted then I would be not cooperating and I couldn't win.
   I hate DC and it's not fair because it's an amazing place, but I didn't get to enjoy it because Simon "Saw it all" and wanted to stay home and play board games. And then he'd tell his mother we wouldn't let him go see the things she wanted. I'm sorry, but you cannot see it all ever. There's always something new. And the only peace I had was exploring by myself. Usually when everyone was asleep. I was too miserable to sleep. I slept about three hours total during those two weeks, ate nothing and cried, but I gained muscle from walking at night.
   I just walked. It got to the point I didn't care if I got attacked by someone, or hit by a car, I was praying for it. That's how sad I was. I'd walk and I'd sit on the roof at 4am and I'd get back by 6:15 so Maureen could wake up and get up and leave for work when her alarm went off at 6:25 and then I'd leave again at 7:35 after she left for work and be back by noon when Simon and Jeni woke up. Then I'd listen to Simon explain to his mom at dinner how he was always the first awake and we refused to get up and I'd laugh. He was so rude and mean, and I hope I never see the pair again because I have so much I want to say and I don't want to because I don't want to be awful.
   I'm not sure what's wrong with me, but I'm sad a lot. And tired. I can't sleep and it sucks a lot. I get angry very easily and I am kind of just a mean person even when I try not to be. It isn't fair. So, life is good. Life is bad. Life is everything in between.
   I better go, I still have an AP outline due and my essay I need to write in Spanish. And I don't know if anyone reads this, but if you do and have a manual to life, please feel free to share with me because I'm not doing too hot. But at least I'm semi-learning. Just the hard way I suppose. Tears, counseling, meds, the whole shabam. I made it sound worst than it is, but I don't feel like erasing. Oops.
   Oh yeah, I've become obsessed with Fifth Harmony (from X Factor) for multiple reasons which I won't say because it probably sounds stupid. But anyway, I've always been obsessed with Demi Lovato and together they got me through the last year. They have because they are a great distraction. I can even say they saved my life because I felt desperate enough to die after something Simon said because I was in a pretty awful place and he used that and the fact no one was around to be a completely awful person. Anyway I listened to some interviews with Fifth Harmony and Demi and I ended up forgetting and being okay for a while. So I just want to meet them someday, that's my goal. To thank them for existing. I'd tell my family they saved my life but I guarantee that they would say it was stupid and I was being stupid too. But I can guarantee I would not be here. I was done and I never want to feel like that ever again.
   Hopefully I can. They're touring together. Maybe I can find a way to Arizona (Glendale) in February and meet them. I won't though, this is Utah, it would cost way too much and I know my family can't afford it and even if they could get tickets, I wouldn't be able to physically meet them. But it's okay. You do what you can.

For now, I better get going. I should try to sleep, or finish my homework, or study for my chemistry test, so I'll do one of the above. And I'll cry.

Who knows? Maybe I'll wake up and have a burning passion for photography.

Oh and I forgot to mention I'm involved with a school musical. (Charlie and The Chocolate Factory)  This girl is sound crewhead :) which means I'm in charge of making sure everyone can hear the singing little oompa loopmas and even Jeni who plays a grandparent. That kind of scares me. A lot. I'm doing it by myself and I have to figure out how to make six microphones work, choose who gets one, make sure floor mics are placed along the floor and that the orchestra can be heard along with the actors and that everyone can hear anything and it just so happens that the School District decided it was time to install a new sound board. Cool right? Wrong. Annie offered to help me because she's been sound crewhead for like three years in a row and now that it's her last year they decided to put her as painting crewhead and she can't help me because (As she says not me) "This looks totally different, I'm not sure where the gain is anymore (signal booster I think) or the volume (self explanatory) so I'm not sure." So that will be hard. I'll get through this. I will. I'll do it if it kills me, but I just wanted a simple job. I was hoping for construction crewhead or something because I know that. I could design a set. But nope, Ash is that.

I'll manage, there will be a lot of tears out of frustration in the process, Oh well. Stress will be a problem this month, but I'm the one who signed up for tech on the musical and I can't just quit because it's tough because then I guarantee I'll regret it for the rest of my life.

 Who knows? Maybe this will be the best experience of my life?

Back to homework. It's only 1am. Puedo hacer esto!  (I don't know if that's right. But I am in Spanish for native speakers because of a schedule error and I need to try) I can do this!  I have an essay to write in Spanish and I will resist using a translator. Or maybe I should study for my chem test. (I'm just going to spend an hour deciding and being annoyed with my lack of decision making.)

Oh and I also got my permit a month ago. Scary. No really, scary. It's not that I'm a bad driver, I'm just scared of hurting someone. And I'm afraid I'll make a judgment error. SO maybe I am a bad driver. I don't know. I lack confidence, but I make up for that in rambling and bad jokes. Or at least I hope I do. Goodbye for now, until we meet again.