I Choose You SN2....BACKSIDE ATTACK.

It's that time of year again! I can just feel it in the air; the smell of adderall sales, snippy attitudes, violent, tear filled break downs and caffeine overload. All these symptoms are sure signs of finals season. My first one (Chemistry) is today and instead of studying, I feel like dicking around on here. 

With all the finals hooplah (i.e. 12 hour study sessions), I've simply lost track of what day it is. I realized today that it is Saturday, and back in my younger years that meant PARTY night. I found this little image a while back and it always amused me, so I figured I would post it here as a memory of Saturday's past. 

WANTED

I am currently seeking a photographer to follow myself and my friends around in order to better document our lives.

Qualifications:

-Must be willing to work for praise alone.

-Must not have other friends/committments/etc that will keep you from doing your duty of taking my picture

-Must have your own camera (preferably very expensive and of good quality)

Contact me if you are interested. I have several applicants already, so really try to set yourself apart from the group (bribes will do). 

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A Scary Thought

I love this picture because it reminds me of fond memories with friends....but it also scares me to death. If you raise your eyes above the lovely group of folks in the photo, you can clearly see my roof caving in. One day you will try to call me or just wonder to yourself, "what happened to that one girl, Ally?" and you will be (hopefully) saddened to learn that I have been squished to death by my own home.

Tribute to the Dodge Caravan.

Today a Dodge Caravan was driving in front of me and it reminded me of the old days when we owned one. I really don't know why the Stratus gets all the cool points...

The memories all came flooding back; breaking down in traffic, getting my fingers slammed in that stupid sliding door, seeing the big clunky thing a mile away and feeling myself cringe. Oh, good times.

Then some hippies bought it, added a shag rug and a table and it was a whole new vehicle. They also paid in cash which was a bit sketch. I remember seeing wads of money all over the table that just screamed at me to pick them up and throw them in the air. 

Jesus Turned Water into Andre

So! My first non-xanga/kiwibox/livejournal blog. It's a big step, but I have confidence that I can take on this great responsibility.

I missed out on about 6 months of blogging gold,

but I'll try to catch up now...

My Year in a Basement began in June in this lovely little masterpiece.

I live with the best ladies a girl could ask for....

Wesley and I have been dating 16 months as of today....

I go to school at this fine establishment...

I have the best times with my second family..

and my gang signs read V.A.B.  

I can't tell if I have been bit by the blogging bug or if I simply don't want to do my homework...but I have a feeling there will be many more entries to come!

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