Wicked Annoying.

What's with the word "wicked" up here? I'm thinking there's this game I'm not in on where you try to say it in regular conversation as often as possible. The person who uses it most while sounding the least ridiculous wins. There is no other word in the english language used nearly as often as "wicked" is in New England. Camaaaan New Englanders, expand your vocabulary.

And they lived happily ever after...

I can't wait. I cannot wait for my life to start! I can't wait to be the new girl, I can't wait to go to college, I can't wait to party, I can't wait to fall in love, I can't wait to get married. I can't wait to mean something to somebody.


You know, I'm beginning to realize I just can't sit around waiting for something amazing to happen to me; I need a plan. I can be anything I want in the world - there is no such thing as "can't" when you're still as young as I am. I want to first figure out what I want to be. Legitimately, seriously, sit down and figure it all out realistically but in a perfect world, I'd go to college for something completely badass and adventurous like _____(I can't think of anything at the moment)_____ where i would meet an extremely rich, adventurous and handsome man. We'd fall in love while doing tons of amazing things like skydiving near Mt.Everest, becoming pro white water rafters and rafting on the most intense rivers in the world, helping people build communities in foreign countries, visiting the pyramids, going on a safari and wrestling a crocodile, taking a three month trip backpacking through Europe and camping and hiking in extremely minimal conditions. Our whirlwind romance would lead to an engagement with an amazingly expensive ring which would lead to a tasteful but large spring wedding in a charming church with the reception held in a perfectly manicured garden brimming with every color of flower imaginable. We would leave extremely happy lives in our many houses in many countries. Never wanting for anything. We would have two gorgeous children that look mostly like him with only my most attractive features tossed in. The first would be a boy with dark hair(like him) and the second would be a girl born almost exactly two and a half years later with blond hair (like me). They'd grow up in the states only a little sheltered and become wealthy fun-loving people. My aged but still handsome husband and I would live out the last of our lives in either France or Italy still hopelessly in love and oh-so content. The end

the draft that made me laugh

My birthday was yesterday. 16. Sweet, sweet sixteen. Why can't every day be my birthday? Everybody's extremely nice and nobody says "no". My wish was kinda like that. I want to meet someone who gives me that every day of my life.

Warpedtourwarpedtourwarpedtour!!! Three days

cristiano ronaldo is hot!

Homeless

Geesh. Tears are pouring down my face. I didn't even feel them fall. I'm freaked out. I feel so unimportant. All of our stuff fits in two storage rooms and the things I actually need can be put into two backpacks that are in the trailer we're towing. The city is nolonger mine. Before this I never considered St. Petersburg one of my possessions but now that it's gone my homelessness is crashing down on me. Will the next city truly be mine?

The Road Less Traveled

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.(hopefully)

"I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas"

I no longer live in my childhood home. It was all inevitable, though so what's the big deal? There are a ton of things I already miss like the sound of our stampede when dad ran the bell for dinner- five steps at a time down the stairs and the occasional bump or bruise from an end table and going on runs from my house down 7th avenue past the church and the dog park(I stopped taking Tigger there when I realized he'll forever be anti-social), past the baseball field where my grandpa used to play softball, Northshore pool where I took swim classes, first learned to swim, and aspired to lifeguard when I was old enough oh and remember Joe Boxer? Haha good times. I also met my friend Sage there for the first time and I'll bet that's where I first worked up the courage to jump off the high dive. Next to the pool was the parking lot where I first put the pedal to the metal and drove a car. Last, past the pink Vinoy hotel was Vinoy park where I crowd surfed for the first time to the Shiny Toy Gun's "Le disco" at 97x's first annual Backyard BBQ and attended Warped Tour for the very first time. I would run down the long stretch of sidewalk to the edge of the water and from there I could see the multicolored upside down Pier where I fished for the first time but still to this day have never caught a fish, Albert Whitted Airport where I used to go to air shows with my dad, spa beach where my grandparents first met, and across the bay to Tampa where Kelsey used to live. The sky was so clear and blue It's been etched into my mind in stark contrast to the crisp white sailboats that danced through the water. There on the edge of the sea I would catch my breath...

Today in the shower I started singing "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas" and it occurred to me that that song is rooted in the truth that white Christmases actually do exist and this year I'll get mine. When I drive away from St. Petersburg I'll be crying and smiling at the same time. Crying because I'll be saying goodbye to everything I've truly ever known and hoping that someday I won't be expecting to turn left off of forth and drive down seventh to my green house with a red front door guarded by three tall, prickly palm trees. I'll be smiling because I know I'm going to get my white Christmas.

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Does anybody besides me want to be saved? Please someone turn my life upside down. It's already backwards, another rotation won't kill me. I'm completely in over my head and I want to be salvaged before any more of me is destroyed. I feel like I'm not the came confident, random, funny, weird Alex and I miss me. The new person who took my place is boring. Whoever she is, she's evidently easily replaceable. It really makes me question my originality. I'm hoping this move is what I need. There's this Alex somewhere under other Alex layers that believes my soulmate is just on the other end of this Thornberry adventure. That little tiny nugget of hope left in my Pandora's box is all I've got left. I'm putting the possibility of love on everything near and dear to my heart. Let's hope it's worth it.