I am not afraid
to live this life before me
to look into the future
and tell you what I see
I am not afraid
to be all by myself
but at least I can admit
that I may need someone's help
And I am not afraid
whether I get things wrong or right
I know I'll be just fine
God is on my side
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
It's Never Enough
Daddy said that she said
I will always hate you
She said that he said
we will never make it through
and everything is destitute
everything is falling out
everything is never enough
and when things are goin’ rough
we
Give up and give out
and end what we just began
and it’s never enough...
it’s never enough
to just be loved.
She said that he said
drama is so pitiful
But he said that she said
drama is so beautiful
And all we do is follow suit
all we do is go around
being tough
ignoring love and when things are goin’ rough
we
Give up and give out
and end what we just began
and it’s never enough...
it’s never enough
to just be loved.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Eheh.
"We love you RJ!"
Randi, Beth, and Jeff were ready...
Inga surprised Eric (for his birthday) by spraying them all with silly string. Jeff, Eric, and Brenden.
Me and Randi!
~Allie
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Oops.
Yes, yes. I know I said I would post pictures. However, the second I got off, I realized that I didn't actually have the camera here with me. *eheh* It's in the back of Randi's car... along with my sleeping bag.
Ah, how absent minded we females can be. (I can just envision a hearty "AMEN" from the opposite gender...)
I'm going to TRY to post them Thursday. But no promises. I'm nabbing the camera tomorrow night at church.
Ah, how absent minded we females can be. (I can just envision a hearty "AMEN" from the opposite gender...)
I'm going to TRY to post them Thursday. But no promises. I'm nabbing the camera tomorrow night at church.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Oh, the Good Times
Hullo.
I mentioned in my previous post that I'd be gone for the weekend. Well, I'm back, and I had an amazing, phenomenal, wonderful, terrific time. It was a perfect weekend, pretty much. Not even a low point in my mood. Not once. (That's sayin' something.)
Let's start this post out with some funny quotes from the youth retreat. We all like to laugh, right? (Nod.)
--
I asked Amanda which guy was her dad, and she said, "The guy with the hat? And the beard?"
And Kim, a counselor, jumps up off her matress and says, "Santa Clause!"
--
"Hello!" -Brenden (You had to be there.)
--
"But didn't Rene'e go off to college?" -Logan
"I thought she was at school, yeah.." -Jeff
"She is.. She already left you guys.." -Allie
"Um." -Brenden
"We were joking." -Randi (insert "duuuuuh" look from everyone)
--
I yelled to my Capture the Flag team that we needed someone not active in our group to go capture the opposing team's flag. I told them that it wouldn't work for me to go because I was team leader and they knew what team I was on. Little Halle raises her hand, jumps up and down, and yells, "I'm not active! I'm chubby!"
--
"Hey girl, heyyy!" -Halle (Another one of those 'ya had to be there' quotes.)
--
"What are you doing!!!" -Eric
"Looking for my Bible, okay?!" -Allie
"Well, do it in the morning." -Eric
"I won't be conscious in the morning." -Allie
"You won't be conscious anyway if you stay down here another five minutes." -Eric
--
"John 3:16-" "WHAT?!" -Brenden
--
"Sorry we didn't get ice cream, guys." -Kim
"Sorry doesn't cut it." -Brenden
--
"I don't like things that crawl." -Amanda B
"You don't like BABIES?!" -Randi
--
"Bees, I can handle. Beetles, I can handle. Pretty much anything I can handle, but there was a spider in the canoe and I nearly flipped us." -Lindsey
--
"Let's row to the neighbors cuz it ticks him off." -Brenden
--
"I ain't violent, and if you say I am again I'll take you down." -Allie
--
"Ending a fiddle contest tune on a chord is kinda like ending an article with a closer." -Allie
"Ohhhh so... like, ending a movie with the credits?" -Jeff
(*closes eyes with pain*)
--
Now, I'm going to go download pictures so I can post them tomorrow.
Good night.
~Allie
I mentioned in my previous post that I'd be gone for the weekend. Well, I'm back, and I had an amazing, phenomenal, wonderful, terrific time. It was a perfect weekend, pretty much. Not even a low point in my mood. Not once. (That's sayin' something.)
Let's start this post out with some funny quotes from the youth retreat. We all like to laugh, right? (Nod.)
--
I asked Amanda which guy was her dad, and she said, "The guy with the hat? And the beard?"
And Kim, a counselor, jumps up off her matress and says, "Santa Clause!"
--
"Hello!" -Brenden (You had to be there.)
--
"But didn't Rene'e go off to college?" -Logan
"I thought she was at school, yeah.." -Jeff
"She is.. She already left you guys.." -Allie
"Um." -Brenden
"We were joking." -Randi (insert "duuuuuh" look from everyone)
--
I yelled to my Capture the Flag team that we needed someone not active in our group to go capture the opposing team's flag. I told them that it wouldn't work for me to go because I was team leader and they knew what team I was on. Little Halle raises her hand, jumps up and down, and yells, "I'm not active! I'm chubby!"
--
"Hey girl, heyyy!" -Halle (Another one of those 'ya had to be there' quotes.)
--
"What are you doing!!!" -Eric
"Looking for my Bible, okay?!" -Allie
"Well, do it in the morning." -Eric
"I won't be conscious in the morning." -Allie
"You won't be conscious anyway if you stay down here another five minutes." -Eric
--
"John 3:16-" "WHAT?!" -Brenden
--
"Sorry we didn't get ice cream, guys." -Kim
"Sorry doesn't cut it." -Brenden
--
"I don't like things that crawl." -Amanda B
"You don't like BABIES?!" -Randi
--
"Bees, I can handle. Beetles, I can handle. Pretty much anything I can handle, but there was a spider in the canoe and I nearly flipped us." -Lindsey
--
"Let's row to the neighbors cuz it ticks him off." -Brenden
--
"I ain't violent, and if you say I am again I'll take you down." -Allie
--
"Ending a fiddle contest tune on a chord is kinda like ending an article with a closer." -Allie
"Ohhhh so... like, ending a movie with the credits?" -Jeff
(*closes eyes with pain*)
--
Now, I'm going to go download pictures so I can post them tomorrow.
Good night.
~Allie
Friday, September 5, 2008
Of Orchestra Practice and Camp
Last night was the first night of orchestra rehearsal at UAA.
I managed to find the room on the first try, something of which I am very proud. And apparently I pulled off the "I know exactly what I'm doing" look because nobody pointed at me and said, "Look at that poor girl going around in circles."
The room was small, could probably seat... Oh, 50 or so people. Maybe 70. I don't know. I am the girl, after all, who says "twenty thousand" and means three.
There were two other people occupying seats when I entered. They were seated at opposite ends of the room. The typical "I don't know this person so I'm going to be socially awkward and sit as far away from them as I can" outlook.
Of course, I can't complain because I did it too.
The room quickly filled, what with people crowding around the stage where we practice and the cello cases and bass cases takes up three feet in every direction. And by three feet I mean like, a foot.
Mr. Oliveras, the conductor and concertmaster, entered and The Great Chair Hunt began. And since I have absolutely no idea where anything is in the building, I exited the room with great confidence and began walking down the hall. One of the guys followed me and asked me if I knew where any chairs were. I stopped and shrugged and said, "Um, I'm heading to the bathroom." Thinking, now if you keep following me I'm going to be highly creeped out. He said "oh" and turned around and walked off. (Yay.)
Once we had all gathered back on stage, finally in chairs, with stands all properly placed, we realized that I was the only second chair violinist. As the music was passed out, everyone started to tune up and get comfortable. Mr. Oliveras sat down, took a deep breath, dipped the scroll, and we began. It didn't sound half bad, actually. I was impressed.
When we got to the last piece, by Tchaikovsky, I nearly had a heartattack. I was still the only second violinist to show up, but as we began to play, someone pushed open the door and another girl with a violin walked through. I nearly lept up to give her a hug.
And I'm not a huggy person.
Well, that's about all; we did well, and the next practice is Tuesday. I'm sure I'll have more to write.
This weekend I'll be gone for two days to camp, where no phones, ipods, or other distracting entertainment methods are allowed. It'll be a weekend of relaxation by the lake on the dock and games with friends and quiet hours. Probably a lot of rain, too. (Insert frown.)
Anywho.
Have a beautiful weekend.
Cheers.
~Allie
I managed to find the room on the first try, something of which I am very proud. And apparently I pulled off the "I know exactly what I'm doing" look because nobody pointed at me and said, "Look at that poor girl going around in circles."
The room was small, could probably seat... Oh, 50 or so people. Maybe 70. I don't know. I am the girl, after all, who says "twenty thousand" and means three.
There were two other people occupying seats when I entered. They were seated at opposite ends of the room. The typical "I don't know this person so I'm going to be socially awkward and sit as far away from them as I can" outlook.
Of course, I can't complain because I did it too.
The room quickly filled, what with people crowding around the stage where we practice and the cello cases and bass cases takes up three feet in every direction. And by three feet I mean like, a foot.
Mr. Oliveras, the conductor and concertmaster, entered and The Great Chair Hunt began. And since I have absolutely no idea where anything is in the building, I exited the room with great confidence and began walking down the hall. One of the guys followed me and asked me if I knew where any chairs were. I stopped and shrugged and said, "Um, I'm heading to the bathroom." Thinking, now if you keep following me I'm going to be highly creeped out. He said "oh" and turned around and walked off. (Yay.)
Once we had all gathered back on stage, finally in chairs, with stands all properly placed, we realized that I was the only second chair violinist. As the music was passed out, everyone started to tune up and get comfortable. Mr. Oliveras sat down, took a deep breath, dipped the scroll, and we began. It didn't sound half bad, actually. I was impressed.
When we got to the last piece, by Tchaikovsky, I nearly had a heartattack. I was still the only second violinist to show up, but as we began to play, someone pushed open the door and another girl with a violin walked through. I nearly lept up to give her a hug.
And I'm not a huggy person.
Well, that's about all; we did well, and the next practice is Tuesday. I'm sure I'll have more to write.
This weekend I'll be gone for two days to camp, where no phones, ipods, or other distracting entertainment methods are allowed. It'll be a weekend of relaxation by the lake on the dock and games with friends and quiet hours. Probably a lot of rain, too. (Insert frown.)
Anywho.
Have a beautiful weekend.
Cheers.
~Allie
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Some Things are Learned the Hard Way
As a Texan in Alaska, one of the things you cannot mention is how big Texas is. How long it takes to cross Texas in a car. How everything is bigger in Texas.
You will be chewed up and spit out.
And nobody will ever let you forget that you said anything in the first place.
I learned this the hard way.
You will be chewed up and spit out.
And nobody will ever let you forget that you said anything in the first place.
I learned this the hard way.
The Promised Pictures...
...Which are way late, I know, I know. I apologize. Not that anyone reads this anyway. :)
I need one of those shirts that says, "More people have read this shirt than have read your blog. 000000002." :)
I need one of those shirts that says, "More people have read this shirt than have read your blog. 000000002." :)
Monday, September 1, 2008
Alaska State Fair
As of the 30th of August, I have become acquainted with the Alaska State Fair in Palmer, Alaska.
I went,
I saw,
I competed,
and I did not leave empty handed.
Pictures will follow this post tomorrow, but meantime, let me tell you about my adventures at the Alaska State Fair Fiddle Contest.
I arrived at the fair at precisely 3pm. We had taken the train out. At 2:30 I guess we were a little ahead of schedule and, Heavin forbid we get there early, we proceeded to crawl at a snail's pace for the entire last half hour and I came to the conclusion that it would've been faster to get out and walk. My friend Jess had come with, as well as my aunt Annie and uncle Dave. We jumped off that train like horses when the gate's pulled on race-day.. and promptly stopped and said, "What now?"
Oh.
Who said following the crowd was bad? We did, and it led us to the front gate. We aren't sheep; we just follow when it floats our boats to do so.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate crowds? On the train, I had not been the least bit nervous about the fiddle contest.
In the crowds, I was the most irritable and on-edge person ever. I hate being in constant physical contact with sweaty, smelly, weird-looking people who decided getting a shirt tatooed on is cooler than actually wearing one. Oh, and the hair?
Outrageous.
Fair-hair. Need I say more?
[I didn't think so...]
After much walking around pointlessly and tripping in circles for what seemed hours, Jess and I stumbled into the woman accepting the fiddle contestant entry forms. I paid the fee, signed a paper, consulted with the judges on what would go down, and left to warm up. Jess flew the coop when she saw how many fiddlers were back of the stage, all playing something different. She went and found a seat at the front of the stage and sat with a rather terrified look. She was probably thinking something along the lines of, "This? For an entire two hours? How did Allie talk me into this?"
Well, to cut a long story short, [because I'm tired and sleepy at it's 11:44pm, the day after the fiddle contest] I got 3rd in my teen division, 1st in the open division, and grand champion for over-all performance.
I was quite excited when they handed me that trophy, but somehow the visions of it on my shelf in my room went kaput when they handed me $500 cash. In fact, I believe my eyes turned a peculiar shade of green.
Good day.
~Allie
I went,
I saw,
I competed,
and I did not leave empty handed.
Pictures will follow this post tomorrow, but meantime, let me tell you about my adventures at the Alaska State Fair Fiddle Contest.
I arrived at the fair at precisely 3pm. We had taken the train out. At 2:30 I guess we were a little ahead of schedule and, Heavin forbid we get there early, we proceeded to crawl at a snail's pace for the entire last half hour and I came to the conclusion that it would've been faster to get out and walk. My friend Jess had come with, as well as my aunt Annie and uncle Dave. We jumped off that train like horses when the gate's pulled on race-day.. and promptly stopped and said, "What now?"
Oh.
Who said following the crowd was bad? We did, and it led us to the front gate. We aren't sheep; we just follow when it floats our boats to do so.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate crowds? On the train, I had not been the least bit nervous about the fiddle contest.
In the crowds, I was the most irritable and on-edge person ever. I hate being in constant physical contact with sweaty, smelly, weird-looking people who decided getting a shirt tatooed on is cooler than actually wearing one. Oh, and the hair?
Outrageous.
Fair-hair. Need I say more?
[I didn't think so...]
After much walking around pointlessly and tripping in circles for what seemed hours, Jess and I stumbled into the woman accepting the fiddle contestant entry forms. I paid the fee, signed a paper, consulted with the judges on what would go down, and left to warm up. Jess flew the coop when she saw how many fiddlers were back of the stage, all playing something different. She went and found a seat at the front of the stage and sat with a rather terrified look. She was probably thinking something along the lines of, "This? For an entire two hours? How did Allie talk me into this?"
Well, to cut a long story short, [because I'm tired and sleepy at it's 11:44pm, the day after the fiddle contest] I got 3rd in my teen division, 1st in the open division, and grand champion for over-all performance.
I was quite excited when they handed me that trophy, but somehow the visions of it on my shelf in my room went kaput when they handed me $500 cash. In fact, I believe my eyes turned a peculiar shade of green.
Good day.
~Allie
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