So I am in San Diego..

       San Diego is beautiful I could honestly see myself living here.  The ocean breeze keeps it cool and clean and the people are all so cool and down to earth.  I am here on a Young Life trip called Western Tour.  YL is a christian group that helps out high school students.  This trip is such a privilege and I am glad I am on it. That being said I wish other people weren't..
       Today will be hard because of a loss and I am pretty sure that certain people will try to make me talk about it and I will probably cry.  I legitimately hate crying in front of other people and I really wish that I had the ability not to in this situation.  Wish me luck on that front.
      We leave San Diego for the Grand Canyon today. I will either be there today or tomorrow so I will probably write about it when I get back.  Sorry for not posting so often, life gets in the way of hobbies sometimes.

When life gives you lemons..

      People always say," when life gives you lemons, make lemonade", but what does that mean?  What else would you do with them?  They are lemons.  I don't think I would be using them to fuel my car or finish my homework.  Now when life gives you a hard time you have to decide what to do with it, it doesn't yet have a purpose.  No predetermined master use.

The day I woke up.

       So today I woke up.  Nothing special happened while I was asleep. No one needed me once I rolled out of bed.  No work to do today.  Today I woke up.
       It almost felt like a dream to wake up and not have any responsibility, like God was punking me.  But no, I woke up and that was all.  My bed didn't hug me and try to keep me in.  My siblings and parents could handle themselves without me.  I didn't have any mission work to do.  It was beautiful, today I just woke up.

Birthdays

       I really hate birthdays.  No, its not that I hate getting older, or the gifts.  I like those things.  I hate that people that I don't usually talk to, for good reason, have the audacity to come greet me, wish me happy birthday, and tell me to have fun.  Don't you dare tell me what to do! Just for that I am going to go and watch middle school sports and bore myself to death.  Teach you to tell me to "have a great birthday."
       That being said, the attention is pretty nice.  You can get away with things on your birthday that you cannot usually get away with otherwise.  Things like cheesy pickup lines, accidentally tackling someone in the hall, cutting in line and many other great things.  For example, today I hugged someone into someone else and took all three of us out.  When questioned by the administration my simple reply was "It's my birthday" and all wrongdoing was in the past.  Believe you me, birthdays can be great excuses.
       So now its like three minutes till the bell, I am updating my blog before a night on the town.  I will pig out and make sure I actually do have a great birthday.  Love to my friends, love to my readers, and last but definitely most, love to my mother who had to give birth to me 16 short years ago.

I had this pet..

       Alright, so I had this pet lizard I had named Lizzie.  Lizzie was a cute pet, kinda.. I mean for a lizard.. But going beyond that; at first I loved Lizzie but then things changed.  That annoying little reptile was dumber then a square wheel and could not be trained to do anything. It was all slimy looking and quite frankly the damn thing got on my nerves more often then it amused me.  Lizzie was, in essence, a waste of time, space, and attention.
       Lizzie reminds me of this girl at school, named Lizzie. She and my old pet lizard have more in common then anyone would ever realize, except for the fact that my cold blooded reptile was sweeter and had a bigger heart then this girl.  And my past pet was never called a muffin.  What is a muffin you ask?  A muffin is an ugly cupcake.  Mean I know but I never said I called her that; other, more observant people do.

Shout out to Tim Deshay!

       My best friend, no, my brother Tim is like no guy I've ever met before.  Despite issues and a severe lack of appreciation he has managed to stay proud with his head held high.  Because of this I have decided to share a story with you about dear Tim.  

       Last weekend Tim stayed at my house with me for a few days, and on one of those days my mom decided we needed to get exercise.  I know, I know, lame; but what we did with this lame task was actually pretty cool.  We walked on the train tracks to the grocery store and got some food.  As we were walking out of the store we were attacked by.. wild scout moms! No joke, we are leaving the store and these pushy ladies are yelling about cookies and all the ways that you can pay for them etc.  Me being the charmer I ask, "Does money work?" Famous last words.  Tim's groan at my awful humor was ended by his telling me which cookies were best.  I am not quite sure if the actual girl scouts ever said anything but the cookies were good, Tim knows his cookies.  

       The "new experience" of Tim's was we took some eggs under a bridge and threw them.  As they splattered and transformed from eggs to bits of goo Tim and I laughed and walked home, it was a great adventure. 

The Interview

       So, I had been freaking out all day about this interview I had to transfer schools.  As soon as school ended I rush to the restroom and make sure that my hair looks perfect, my teeth aren't yellow, and that I just look all 'round presentable.  As I leave the bathroom I manage to avoid a verbal altercation with an annoying individual and get down the stairs, grab a few good luck hugs, and leave.  I hop into the car my mom is talking but all that I can think about is this interview.  We get to the school and the campus scares me because it's like a college campus.  I'm all, "Wow, this place is sweet," and my mom is all, "Now don't get intimidated by the way things look!" So I got intimidated..

       We get a little lost and my mom tells me to get out of the car and find where I need to go, she is going to find a parking space.  I play it cool and get out, start walking, and realize I don't have any idea where I am going.  Just when I was about to give up hope I see someone I know and ask them where the building is where my interview is being held and the conversation was like this:

Me: Heyy, so where is Presley Hall?
Allison: Just go that way, its the kinda big building.
Me to myself: which one.....

       Well, I found it and got to where I needed to go.  I did some socializing and loosened up and was all ready and they call all the kids for our interviews.  I thought I was about to have my interview but no, I had to fill out this little piece of paper and wait for around 45 minutes.  By that time I was so done that the whole thing took maybe half the time it should have and I was ready to go.  I really hate waiting.  I hope I got in..