Class of 2011!

So, I've had a blog sitting in my drafts for a long time now. I haven't wanted to start a new blog because I knew I wouldn't finish that other one if I did. Does that make sense or am I speaking total gibberish right now?

Anyways. I decided to scrap it for now. It was about the Backstreet Boys concert I went to and when I met David Archuleta. I guess I'll finish it sooner or later.

Onto this blog!

School is starting in 2 days. I can't even believe I'm a senior. It's a crazy feeling that I'm completely done with high school in 9 months. What?! Who pressed the fastforward button?

So here are some very cute new clothes I got for school! I am a very smart shopper, if I do say so myself.

This one is totally ugly on the hanger but super cute on. It sinches up and ties on the sides. $8.00 <--













This one is a super pretty light purple. It's not the greatest quality material and isn't sewn to beautifully but it's pretty cute when I just want to throw a t-shirt on. $3.00 -->








I got this one at Tillies. It's so pretty on but I payed way too much for it. $20.00 <--













Again, not the greatest quality but it's cute on. $5.00 -->













Really pretty on. Super soft and comfy. $17.00 <--














Mom actually picked this one out. It's really sweet looking. $13.00 -->














I guess this one is either really dorky and stupid, or really dorky and cute. I personally like it. It says "Okay... Like I was waiting for u at recess and like I saw u talking to little Connie Kim like I couldn't believe it! Okay then at English class u were texting like crazy and like because I sit behind u I saw the text and it was from Maria Martinez! And then like after school I saw you waiting for the bus with Sally from gym class! Does this mean we are not going to the dance Saturday night? From Janie Johnson... u know like your maybe x girfriend!!" $9.00 <--

Again, really sweet looking when it's on. The sleeve are so pretty. It's a sweater but I think it's cuter as a shirt. It came with that silky belt, too. Love! $23.00 (don't judge me!) -->









I wore this when I met David Archuleta so this shirt is obviously a winner. $8.00 <--













This one is crazy and ugly on the hanger but when it's on, it's actually crazy and cute. $4.00 -->











Adorable sweater vest. Enough said. It looks cute over the shirt I met Archie in. $20.00 <--














Tillies. Way too much money. Super pretty, though. Flower detailing. $20.00 -->














I bought this one a while ago. Purple knit vest. Styles for Less. $2.00 <--















Wear over red Tillies shirt. $20.00 -->















My absolute FAVE! Sheep sweater. How adorable? $18.00 <--















Looks super 80's on. I'm all for the 80's! $18.00 -->











It's cute on. I promise. Not tacky at all. $5.00 <--














This one is a dark brown color. Simple sweater. $3.00 -->













That's all! I'm going for the floral sweater on the first day, I think. Yes, no? Thoughts on my new clothes. No bashing the sheep sweater! Not that you would... correct?!

Also, not pictured:
Purple dress with ruffled neck regular $120.00; got for $30.00
Purple wool dress regular $400.00; got for $120
Grey blazer regular $70.00; got for $17.00
Grey wool dress pants regular $25.00; got for $1.00 (BOO YAAA!)
& a birthday present; cream colored knit sweater with different colored buttons and stripes; $28.00

Tub Blogging

I walk into my bathroom and put the stopper in the tub. I turn the water full-blast hot and walk out. I grab my book and my glasses, my towel, and my cell phone. I set these items on the toilet and get ready to hop in the tub. I stick my feet in, expecting the too-hot water to burn them. I turn the water full-blast cold. I don't know why I don't set a warm temperature on the faucet, but this works just the same.

I hop in the tub and stare at my toes. I think, "I need to repaint them." and, "that red merthiolate stained my toes up pretty good. That's weird looking." I make a mental note to steer clear from flip flops for the week.

I sit for a while and listen to the crackle from my vanilla cola next to me. The carbonation makes the bubbles pop to create the click-click-click sound I'm hearing now.

I grab my book and start to read. I get through a paragraph and then set it down. I hop out, wrap a towel around me, and grab my fully charged laptop. I set it on the toilet and I get back in the tub.

I reach over the side of the tub so as to not put my laptop in harm's way of the water. I don't have the best track record when it comes to electronics and small bodies of water. My family can attest to that.

I click my youtube link and log in. I click the first song listed in my favorites (the most recently added). David Archuleta's new single starts playing. I check my facebook for any new updates since the last time I checked my ipod, 5 minutes ago. I log into blogger.com. Username- alyssababyyyy@gmail.com Password- ******** I start to blog....

Pay It Forward

Well, today has been my lucky day!

I decided, spur of the moment, to get my hair cut. When I got to SuperCuts (yes, I go there... it's awesome!) I decided to get highlights. I didn't know how much they cost so I told the lady what exactly I wanted. She told me it would be $85 or $130 for my whole head. I called my mom because I was thinking, "that's way too much money," and I figured I'd get out of it by blaming my mom, that way I wouldn't hurt the lady's feelings.

I told her I would just get my haircut and no coloring. So a client next to me, getting her hair dyed, called my hair dresser aside for a second. She came back and said, "let's pick out your color!" I reminded her I decided against getting the color and she told me, "don't worry about it. It's being taken care of." I was shocked. "What do you mean," I asked her with a smile on my face. "Have you ever heard of Pay It Forward?" I was so confused so I said yes, not actually knowing.

So I payed $15 for low lights and a trim. I could not believe the generosity of the client next to me. I hadn't spoken to her... I hadn't even paid her a glance when I went and sat down in my chair. Yet this woman felt the urge to pay for my low lights for me? Why? I'll never know. I'll ask her in heaven.

About 10 minutes ago, I went and drove to Sonic to grab some dinner. (I missed dinner because I was getting my hair done.) I was sitting in my car thinking, I hope this person at the window doesn't look at me too much. I hate going places without make up (especially as of late because my face is really broken out.) Well, the girl at the window greeted me with a sweet smile. After I payed she said, "do you want a root beer float for free? We have an extra one." I told her absolutely and thank you very much! She then told me, "I've been looking for the right person to give this to." How cool is that?

Today has been a nice day. Very happy and uplifting.

I intend to "pay it forward" within this week, if I can help it. I prayed for an experience like this but I didn't know I would be rewarded before I even got the chance to do an act of kindness.

One last thing and I promise I'll close this up...

I got this new book a week ago called Keepers of What Matters Most- A Young Woman's Guide to Living the Values. It has all the young women values in it (including virtue!) and it tells a scripture story and a... modern day story. I'm not sure if that's the right word. You get my point, I assume.

One of the stories I read had made me pray for this experience.

"A Great Woman- Keeper of Good Works

One of my favorite stories in the Bible is about a woman whose name we do not know. She is known simply as a great woman.

Here is how the story goes.

Elisha was a prophet of the Lord. Every time he visited the city Shunem, he would pass by the home of a great woman who would offer him bread. One day this great woman said to her husband, 'Behold now, I perceive that this is an holy man of God, which passeth by us continually' (2 Kings 4:9)

Right away we learn two things about this woman. First, we knew that Elisha was a holy man, and second, we learn that he came to her house continually. So, if we want to be known as a great woman, what are two things we need to do? Recognize the prophet today as a holy man, and invite him into our house continually. Now, most likely the prophet will not visit your home. But when we listen to general conference or read his words in the Ensign or the New Era, he is visiting our home, just like Elisha visited the woman in this story.

One day the woman asked her husband if they could make a place for the prophet to stay. Nothing fancy- a little chamber with a bed, a table, a stool, and a candlestick. (It is important to note that what she offered did not require a lot of money, time, or great talent. She simply offered what she had.)

And so the prophet Elisha came and stayed in this chamber she had made and he was grateful. He called for the man to come to him and he said, 'Thou hast been careful for us with all this care; what is to be done for thee?' (2 Kings 4:13). He wondered if he should say good things about her to the king or even to the captain of the host.

But the woman answered, 'I dwell among mine own people' (2 Kings 4:13). Or in other words, I am happy just the way things are and I don't expect anything in return for my service. In our day, the conversation would have gone something like this. Elisha would have asked, 'What can I do to repay you?' And the woman would have replied, 'Nothing.'

This woman was happy to serve without a reward. I find it fitting that the identity of the woman who performed this quiet act of kindness remains secret today. We know her story, but we are never told her name.

She is known simply as 'a great woman.'"

The page after this story says, "Sometimes you may even serve someone in a way that leaves them wondering who you are. In those moments you will be remembered simply as a great woman..."

I love this. It has taught me so much and given me pure joy at the thought of making someone feel the way I felt today!

New Beginnings

I'm thinking I need to start trying new things. I want to grow as a person. I have an idea of things I want to do but I've decided to make this process spontaneous... that way I have no way in disappointing myself if I don't get a new thing accomplished. Only room for improvement!

So, to start small, I tried I new hairstyle recently. I got the idea out of a Taylor Swift book. It wasn't too clear, though, so I had to make up the idea of how exactly to execute the hairstyle. It didn't turn out like the picture, exactly, but I was darn proud of myself. I think it turned out pretty (and I've had the approval of 2 cosmetologists). Heh, heh.

Although I was disappointed I was excuting this on my own head, I felt I still got a pretty good grasp on the general look of the style and how to do it to myself, rather than on someone else (which I imagine would have gone better). Also, in my defense, our hair color is very different (obviously), thus, highlighting different parts of the style, thus making it look different, thus... awh I got nothing else to say. "Thus" is a fun word! Did I use it properly?

I slept in curlers the night before- something I haven't done in a very long time.

The next morning, after taking the curlers out, I had my usual thought of, why did I do this? I look like Sherlie Temple. So I thought it would be the perfect time to try this much admired hairstyle of Mrs. Swift's.



The curls were spiraled away from my face. I took one by my ear and kept it in the tight spiral. I tacked it in place underneath by my neck to keep it in place. I mirrored this on the other side. I then did the same with a few more curls so about three or four were around my head and the two sides met with the vertical spirals. The rest of my hair was secured by a hair tie in a loose, messy, curly bun. Voila! My hair style. Pretty easy and stylish (if I do say so myself).

My First Blog Without a Title... Wait a Second...

A week ago I finally met this guy I had the pleasure of being aquainted with online. Of course, Mom and Dad made sure all of this was totally safe. He's from Georgia and decided to come out to Vegas. So, we met up at the airport the night he got in. Tuesday, June 15, 2010 at 11:40 PM. I only remember this because it was a week ago... okay, okay. And because I was extremely excited.

Well, our whole story is a complex one. How we met online, what we did when he came out to Vegas, etc. All in all, it was a good time. I'm happy to share the story with anyone who wants to know. However, I feel it's too personal to type out all the details on a blog.

He left on the 19th. Yes... I cried. It's been a rough time for me since he's been gone. Our friendship was definitely strengthend meeting in person. I miss him so much that I think about it every day. It feels sort of silly because we still talk everyday and I know we'll see each other soon.

Mom and I were talking. (Who can't get their feelings sorted out when talking to their mothers?) I've had such a hard time with him being gone. I sort of feel like my heart is on hold. Ever had that feeling? I don't know. I'm quite fond of this guy and I'm told the feeling is mutual. It's hard to see how this is going to work out, but I know it will.

This is the most poorly written, most confusing blog I've ever written. But you know what? I feel better! And, hey! That's all that matters, ya? Only one person really reads this blog anyways... and she's related to me. So it's not like she doesn't already know all of this. Heh, heh.

Bitter Sweet

True or false.
Not having a voice is fun!

If you answered "true" you need to get a referral to the psychiatric ward because there is something seriously wrong in your cranium.

If you answered "false" then I say, "Right on, (insert proper gender here)!"

It is not fun... at all... being this sick.

I've been pushing through it all week because I have been working from 6 at night to 7 in the morning for almost a week now. Granted, I do get to sleep, but it's not in my own bed. How selfish am I? At least I get to sleep in a bed. But seriously? It's not fun. Not one bit.

On a better note, I got an extremely adorable dress yesterday. It's has a high waisted, grey, pleated skirt with a white top. I also got a $5 cardigan. It looks perfect with the dress. Unfortunately the weather is too hot, now, to wear it.

Seems like everything I'm typing is bitter sweet... Maybe I need to get off of here before I make you fall into this funk, as well.

"Goodbye culinary people!"
*Name that movie!!

My Mind In List Form

1. I want to write a book.

My mom actually told me the other day she think I should write a book. We had the same subject idea, too. I would enjoy doing that. I think I'll work on that this summer. Thoughts?

2. I don't know what to do this summer.

Pertaining to Girls Camp. I want to go just because it's always been so much fun and I love the feeling you get when you're there. You can't get that feeling anywhere else. However, I feel too old. I'm tired of the girls in my stake, as bad as that sounds, I don't mean it in a mean way.

3. School.

I think I've already made this decision but here it goes, anyway. I really want to go back to online schooling. It might be hard to get back in, though. If I do this, I would have much more time at home and time to be with my mom as well as ample time to try and get a handle on my disease. I also don't want to go to college for Child Development anymore, which is why I'm going to my current school.

The other side of this is to obviously stay at my school, now. I would be able to go to Grad Night, prom, walk with my graduating class, participate in an internship at a preschool, and graduate with Child Development under my belt, as a back up. My best friend also told me I can't leave because then she would be all alone. I know this feeling all too well and that's what pretty much made my decision for me to stay.

4. College.

As mentioned above, I'm not really interested in Child Development as a major, anymore. Dixie State offered a wonderful program for just this. Many adults I have talked to went there for CD and Family Consumer Sciences which gave me a strong desire to go there, as well as the fact that I would be close to my sister and not too far from my parents.

I want to go to college for either fashion design or English. This also opens up more schools as options I am seriously considering. Thank goodness I still have a year to make this decision.

5. Number five.

I just had to put a number five on here for the sake of it being number five. That's my favorite number. Why end at four when I can end at five?

LaZ-Girl

I got a new recliner for my room today from LaZ-Boy. It's beautiful; beautiful to be taken in the way that it is visually appealing as well as amazing in every single way.



Michael, the sales man (who was very nice and not pushy at all, by the way) showed me lots of features on the chair. It has lumbar support, supports the back of my knees, reclines back without popping up the feet thing (words I cannot quote him by, I'm sure he used a more professional term), and so on.

Basically, this chair is perfect for me. Needless to say, we bought it. It was half price so HELLO! even more perfect.

Short blog but did I mention I'm writing it in the comfort of my new rocking recliner? I bet you're stuck at some computer desk reading this. Haha! What a lame-o. No disrespect, though....

It's About Blogging Time!

I have not blogged in forever. I think I always start my blogs like that. Whatever.

I have thoughts lately and I'll say them over and over in my head and I think, I should go blog that. But do I ever? No. Do I remember them? No. Silly me. So I figured I should blog... although I have no idea what about. So here's my life as of late.

I was at the doctor yesterday. He was hilarious. When he started talking to mom and me, I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. He cracked me up. He sort of reminded me of the no emotion of Mr. Monk but also the sense of humor of like, a cartoon character or something.

He was a great doctor. He basically said I don't have fibromyalgia or amplified pain syndrome. Those are "cop out" diagnoses. We're back at osteogenesis imperfecta. My pain isn't any different, there's just a different name on what it is. Plus I got some new meds that should treat it a little better. I liked that guy. He ordered some x-rays... no excuse me, one x-ray. Thank goodness! I'm so sick of theses tests and x-rays and MRIs. He completely understood and he's soo nice. I go back to him in 3 months.

So, if I want I can take a genetic something or other test in Seattle, Washington (darn, right?) and they can tell me what type of osteogenesis imperfecta I have. The test isn't necessary, though. It's very pricey, too, but my mom said it might be do-able if I want piece of mind.

So, I guess that's enough to blog. I'm watching How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. "Ohh, & there's the kids in Switzerland. yooodle ooodle-ing!"

Locked Out

So I went babysitting last night. It was going well, the girls were in happy moods and we were having fun playing. Jaelynn (2 years old) then had the urge to go and play outside. I was reluctant to let her because it was pretty chilly and was starting to get dark. But sometimes you can't resist a little one's face.

All was well and we were having a ball playing. Jaelynn then went to throw something away inside. I followed her in and then we went back outside and I had Chloe in my arms. We played for a bit more and then Jaelynn was ready to go back inside and watch her Michael Jackson (with whom she is in absolute love with!) I tried to open the door. It wasn't opening. "It's stuck," I said aloud to no one in particular. I tried again... it didn't open. What happened?

ALHOAMORA YOU STINKING DOOR!

I told Jaelynn to go through the doggy door and unlock the door. I know from experience that she can crawl through the doggy door with ease...

She didn't know how to unlock it. I was trying to talk her through it. "Turn the little tiny nob!" No luck. The frustration of this little one reduced her to tears. I told her to come back outside. I walked to the front of the house to check the front door. Oh great... that was locked, too.

When I walked back to the backyard, Jaelynn was back inside the house screaming her little head off.

My mom suggested I call the mother of Little One to see if they had a spare key anywhere. They told me where to check. It wasn't there. My mom then came over to help me check while I calmed the screaming little one down. Nothing was working. She then cried that she was stuck. "OH MY GOSH. SOMETHING FELL ON HER," was my first thought. My heart started beating fast but I knew I had to stay calm.

While I called Little One's mommy for the garage code, my mom tried to get Jaelynn to come back outside to calm down. Little did we know, "I'm stuck," meant that she was stuck on the other side of their gate they have in their living room to keep dogs from the front room.

My heart calmed down a lot after that was revealed to me. Thank goodness she wasn't hurt!

So I called for the garage code. It wouldn't open all the way so my mom had to crawl through a tiny 12 inch gap. The garage door was locked, too.

I kept praying, "Heavenly Father, please help this little girl calm down. Let her know how to open the door for me. Something!"

Finally after a few calls to the girls mom, my mom got Jaelynn to answer the front door. Half way in! She talked her through how to unlock the screen door. We got in and the rest of the night was dedicated to calming this poor little thing down so she wouldn't totally hate me the next time I came over to babysit.

"You're Lying, Dude!"

What a tiring week. I've had play practice Monday, Tuesday, & Wednesday of this week. 1:30-3:45 is a very stinking long time to be in a room of 20 or so teenagers who are just as tired and cranky and hungry as I am! I also had smart night on Tuesday, Young Womens Wednesday, and tomorrow (Thursday) I have a seminary council meeting. Will this week never end?!

Then answer is.... NO! Because I then have homework to catch up on because of all of these activities. Yeesh!

Oh but the reason I came on here to blog in the first place was to update you on my PE posse. Mwahaha. Just kidding.

So I was running around our field today, to get to the other side *bah doom, ching*, and this one boy who was walking yells, "You go junior girl!" Which sparked a conversation, still being yelled I might add, of the following:

Boy #1: "She's a junior?"
Boy #2: "Ya, man."
Boy #1: "No way, dude!"
Boy #2: "No, seriously she's a junior!"
Boy #1: "You're lying, dude."
Alyssa: "Yes, I'm a junior."
Boy #1: "Whoa. Okay. Then you go junior girl!"

While still in their vicinity I heard their continuation of this conversation to one another.

Boy #1: "Why is she in PE if she's a junior?"
Boy #2: "She looks like Taylor Swift."
Boy #1: "What does that have to do with it?"
Boy #2: "No, man, she does, right?"
Boy #1: "Whoa, she does!"

Grr

Don't know when I'll ever get my life together. I make everyone disapointed all the time. I forget almost everything. I can't think of work that has to be done when it's due the next day. I feel so stupid that I can't do any of this. I guess most of my friends know what they're doing.

How do I change this? I don't know how to control my memory. I try to write things down but then I get disorganized. It's all such an awful chain reaction.

I forgot another essay, today. I had to finish 2 projects last night, last minute, that caused my family to not have dinner and such. Oh, and one of those stinking projects... my teacher just told us today he won't make it due until Monday. MONDAY!? Are you kidding me? Thank you alot... You couldn't have told me before me & my family worked all day & night on it.

But I guess... again... that would be my fault because I didn't do it earlier.

What should I do to remember?! I need to graduate high school with good grades...

Alyssa's Buried Life

So there's this show called the Buried Life. It's about these guys who go on the road to live out their list of things they want to do before they die. It's so awesome. Really funny!

So I decided I want to make a list. Who knows if I will ever actually complete it but I thought of a few accomplishable things I would love to do!

These are not necessarily in order, however...

1. Touch a lion
2. Meet Taylor Swift
3. Meet David Archuleta
4. Get married in the St. George temple
5. Repel down a waterfall

So that's it so far. All of which I feel can be accomplished. Ya?

Guess what totally cool thing I did today?a photoshoot! Ohh yes! For a magazine. With my best friends Madi and Kristin. It was so fun. I felt way important. Haha! I will most definitely post pictures when I get them. So exciting!!

That's all for now. It's short because I'm iPod blogging.

Physical Education

So today was my 3rd day going to PE. I haven't taken PE since 8th grade! I took dance for not even half of 9th and didn't take anything for the rest, 10th, or half of 11th.

Let me tell you, it really isn't that bad. Aside from the fact that I did WAY too many lunges the second day and am still sore from it.

Today we played ultimate frisbee. It's a very thrilling sport. Not a lot of effort, either, which I like. You just have to be a good thrower and catcher. Neither of which I am but it's still fun.

A lot of kids in my class just noticed me today... that's how much I stand out, I guess. It was pretty fun to see all of the different types of personalities in my school. A Mexican girl came up to me and shook my hand, introduced herself, and proudly stated the fact that she is mexican. Well here's to you, Mexican girl in my PE class. Congratulations on your heritage.

Another boy came in my face and said, "Who are you?!" I told him and he yelled my name and hugged me so hard he pushed me and I stumbled to the side.

A group of boys, one clearly being their little ring leader, said, "Hey new girl! Sorry I don't know your name. Has anyone ever told you, you look like Taylor Swift?" I told him I get that a lot. He then continued saying, "You know Taylor Swift is pretty sexy!" His friend said, "Dude! You mackin' on my girl?" (referring to me) The other boy apologized to me after he found out I'm a junior. He was only a freshman. I assured him it was perfectly fine and thought he was funny. This he liked.

When playing ultimate frisbee, this boy whose name escapes me at the moment, says, "Hey Alyssa!" I turned around expecting to see someone I know, but see an attractive, too young, black boy smiling at me. I say hi and turn around to search where the frisbee traveled to. Red team had it. That's my team. As I get ready to run over to a team mate to help her out with a pass, Young Boy talks to me again. "So where did you move here from?" he said clearly trying to sound smooth. "Ohh I've always been here. Just new to this class is all." "Ohh. My bad. My bad!" It was pretty funny talking with this kid. He thinks highly of himself on the cool-o-meter, you can tell.

Interesting first day in, PE? You could call it that... I think I'm going to like this class. The teacher used to be a model, too. Enough said (;