Monday, December 31, 2007


Jordan Marie Willis, here is your update.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007


When I think back from this Christmas to last, so much was differant. I was carrying burdens I shouldn't have been carrying by myself. I had friends I don't anymore. But to quote Green Day " It's something unpredictable, But in the end is right." If I had my way a lot of stuff that happened this year wouldn't have. But it did, and I'm ok with that. And I am stronger for what happened.

I love you all-

Monday, December 24, 2007

Camp Crosley

"Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)"
Green Day

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why(<----Yeah Annie asking questions is bad.) It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

This is for all you camp folk. I love you all to bits.

Blog Stuff

I've been tinkering with my blog setting today. I was hoping to change it so that there can be no "anonymous" comments, but anyone can still comment by giving a name. I'm not sure if it's possible.

But anyway, if anything is off about my blog that should be on or whatnot. Let me know.

<3 allie

BTW Boy bands fix everything.


Happy Christmas everyone,

I'm thankful for a few key things right no that I would just like to throw out there.

My Dad, for sending that check of fun money.

My aunt, for bravely taking command of doing holiday preparations.

And my friends, for you guys are absolutely effing amazing. You are there for me regardless of whatever happens (I think). Thank you.

Couple unnamed shoutouts here.

For us I pray that we redetermine who we are in each other, whether it be you being a big brother to me, or just friends, or faces in the crowd. I really hope we're not just faces in the crowd.

For you I pray that things get better, that you're fixed. I like you healthy.

For you I pray that we're friends forever.

For you I pray that you stay yourself. Don't let anyone change you.

For you I pray that you become real, a real person. Someone people trust and want to trust.

And last but not least, for you I pray that whatever secrets or demons that are slowly destroying you, you find someone to confide in, that can really help you. I hope you realize how truly blessed you really are kid.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Text Messaging

So last month i sent 3397 text messages. This month I sent 3912 text messages. Thats like a difference of 600 text messages. I'm so proud of myself. My goal for next month is 4500.

Haha yes!


Friday, December 21, 2007

Congratulations to Jamie Lynn Spears

So perfect little Jamie Lynn is pregnant. She's joined ranks of so many teen girls. I do feel sorry for her though. I mean it's gotta suck dealing with something that big, and personal in your life, in front of the entire world. It's a fact of life. Teenagers will have sex. Condoms break and fail. The pill is only so effective. I guess in the end, those who chose to have sex are left holding the consequences. I guess the real tragedy in all this is that this didn't surprise so many people, including myself. We're so numb to the fact that teens get pregnant, and that children are raising children. Pray for the family, its all we can do.

BTW: this has gotta be a logistical nightmare for Disney.

Edit: I was talking with a friend tonight about this. She said she would abort the baby. I said I would put it up for adoption. I know we can't judge what we'd do and how we'd react. Neither of us ever plan on being in that situation. And hey we're beating a lot of the girls so far :P I think that adoption is the way to go if you can't take care of the baby yourself, but at the end of the day, I think both would be bitter pills to swallow. Imagine giving birth to your baby, then handing it off to another family to raise, thats gotta be heartwrenching? But getting an abortion. I can't fathom that either. It's killing what has potential to be a living breathing human being.

Happy Christmas everyone,

Monday, December 17, 2007


This morning was interesting. Last night a two hour delay was announced, so I planned on sleeping in till about 9. Bobby-Jack calls and informs me there is no two hour delay, at 6 am. I listen to the radio and call him back when a two hour delay is indeed announced, call him a lying sack of crap, which he is not. Then he calls back again to inform me that is a two hour delay. So I am indeed very thankful that he would call me, risking headlessness or worse, at the chance of waking me up. I knew I loved that kid for a reason.

End of this....<3

Friday, December 14, 2007

Silly silly Ashmore

Ashmore: I can flirt with this girl. haha.
Allie: What is that?
Ashmore: A text game.
BJ: It's more fun to flirt in real life, Ashmore.
Ashmore: No it's not.
Allie: At least now we know why he's single.

Monday, December 10, 2007


Sunday Mike announced the mission trip for the summer. Habitat for humanity, for the third summer. Is it completely selfish if I don't want to do it? I have plans for my summer and they aren't staying in town. I have done habitat for two years. I hate the set-up of it. Is it selfish if I find my own trip someplace?

Habitat for humanity is a great organization. It's a great service project. I don't want a service project. I want a missions experiencewhere I deal with people. If I wanted a service project I'd do volunteer work at the church for my summer.

I feel selfish not wanting to do it.


37 degrees

Today it was 37 degrees out, which to my step mom sounds like hell. She'd be breaking out the fluffy coat, and warm hat and mittens and scarves. It was pretty warm for what it's been. Good thing too, cause I left my coat in moms' car on accident. I am thankful that. I hope the rest of winter is mild, ha ha. Someone laugh with me? It won't be. But due to an unfortunate series of events at tucker I will not be wearing a coat until after I leave tucker. I hope it's warmish til then. Not looking good for me though.


Saturday, December 08, 2007

Kitty kitty kitty

So my cat is the essence of all things perfect. Ok not really, but he's pretty close. Like twenty minutes ago my annoying, stupid, semi-worthless dog was barking. He barks at everything. I ignored it for a bit, til it finally got on my nerves. I went upstairs to see what he was barking at. When three neighborhood dogs had barked my perfect kitty up a tree. It was saddening.

<3 you all-

Friday, December 07, 2007

Photoshop Magic

I did this today. The first image is a picture of me. Thhe second is the same picture of me, only with non-pimply skin.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007


Today after school there was a meeting with Dr. Hendrix and Mr. Kirby regarding the lay-offs and such. It was the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard. With that said I have heard Mr. Keller and Jack Gardener talking.

I do think that if this action "forces" good teachers to quit and/or retire, it will be the biggest tragedy of all. Forces was in quotations because they may feel that they do not want to be part of this mess.

Thats all for today. Let me know if you want to hear the gory details of the meetings.


Tuesday, December 04, 2007

I almost died today...ok not really.

I was in a minor car accident coming back to to the high school. Everyone is more or less all right. The girl in the front seat, Kirsti, went to the doctor for pain in the chestular region, and a jammed wrist. Kirsti has fastened her seatbelt like 30 seconds before the impact happened. She might well have gone flying through the windshield if she hadn't had it on. We were lucky, we were real lucky. The drivers grandmother takes adult classes at tucker Tuesday mornings and was there to talk to the cops. I thank God we were as lucky as we were.

Thats all for today folks. <3 you all.


Monday, December 03, 2007

Support Our Teachers

Have you ever asked for extra help from a teacher either before or after school? Have you ever had a teacher who volunteered to do something extra for the school like an academic team or National Honors Soceity? If you have you need to support our teachers. Our teachers work there butts off to educate us, well some anyway. Normally teachers have all the power, but now students and others in the community have all the power. If your teachers have ever helped you with the homework outside of class, just just been there, then you owe it to them now to support them.


Saturday, December 01, 2007

I found a shirt I want

Cause the way the web page is designed I can't upload an image for you. It is found on this website. (Click the "this"). It's the one titled "Burning Love." The rest are just a bit to Catholic for me. Yep, I think it's cool. Again I reiterate, I wear an x-large in girl fit shirts.

<3 you all

Why do seniors care?

I've been asked why I care so much about the 58 lay-offs. (I"ll post the list as I know it at the end of this blog.)

I'm answering this question here. I care because I've worked my ass off for four years and had most of these teachers. They are wonderful people, who have remained loyal to the school through the ups and downs. They don't deserve this. They have sacrificed time and money to stick around this school. What is left is teachers who barely teach like Gunyan, Sheere, Micheal, and many others.

I encourage you guys to attend school board meetings, write letters, ask your parents to speak for you, and tell your teachers you appreciate them. Don't take your complaints to Kirby, I'm sure he doesn't like as much as anyone else. Take them to the MCS school board. Also if you are senior don't do anything that can sacrifice your graduation, it's not worth it if an administrator threatens graduation. Think carefully before you do anything, like walking out. There will be a lot of pressure on Kirby from Dr. Hendrix to punish anyone who breaks the rules for the sake of this matter.

Mr. Nukes has been teaching for 20+ years. He knows how to make kids want to play games in gym.

Mrs.Cawthorn, while I am not her biggest fan, she has also been teaching for twenty years.

Mr.Vermillion, is the cheer leading coach, which in itself is a huge job. On top of that he has a full teaching load, and three kids of his own. He helps out with some of the school plays.

Mrs.Mccune was my elementary school art teacher. She knows how to have fun. She is qualified to teach some of the advanced art classes.

Mrs.Shepler teaches an advanced art class or two and does it well. With these two art teachers gone, the art department has Mr. Gunyan left.......Nuff' said.

Mr.England has worked in the technologies department for 25 years.

Mrs.Bush is a first year teacher. I don't know her. But she is young enough to get another job.

Mr. Drook is someone I don't know.

Mrs. Lehman teaches Innovations which is a huge job involving many night practices and trips and many concerts.

Mr. Garret teaches all of the basic choir classes.


I also think that Ms. Blossom, Mr. Porter, and there is one more science teacher laid off. If anyone has any names to add to the list let me know.

Friday, November 30, 2007


58 teachers were laid off. Half of the teachers laid off at the high school had 20+ years of teaching under their belts. And the aren't getting called back, says the corporation. The art and music program is more or less demoloished, all of the devoted teachers are gone.

But hey at least I'm graduating.

It's the end of NoBloPoMo. National Blog Posting month, And I've done it. YAYAY for me. I worried about a couple days while my basement was under water and my internet was down.

So I'd like to thank a few people for inspiring me about blogs and reminding me to post.

Dani blogged for me one day when my internet was down and helped me out with a lot of the list blogs I did this month. She also reminded me to blog when I hadn't yet.

Willis has faithfully read my blog every day, for which I am very thankful.

Bobby-Jack has given me inspiration of things to blog about.

Anyone who has commented my blog, and on my blog.

I'm done here. I'm off byebye


Thursday, November 29, 2007

Qualifications for a potential date

Qualifications for potential dates(note: these may or may not be serous qualifications):
I like tall and handsome guys.
I like guys that can dig Backstreet Boys.
If you spout words like "mah nigg" and "dats whack" every five seconds, you lose.
You get bonus points if you can read my mind.
You have to like Rent.
You should really let me control the radio in the car.
You need to love my friends.
You will learn to knit and you will like it, or at least put up with hearing "Let me finish this row." a lot.
You will not have ugly feet.
You will have mostly good grammar.
You will accept cheese dip as a basic food group.
You will get good at giving massages, if you aren't already.
You will give creative Christmas, birthday, Valentines Day, or anytime gifts.
You will be a bit crazy.
You will be spontanous.
You will get a manicure/pedicure with me, and you will pay for it.
You will perform eyebrow maintenance if I deem necessary.
You must laugh well.
You won't smoke.
You won't have rough scratchy hands.
Knowing random facts is a plus.
You will be generally clean and down to earth.

I'll add more as I think of them.



I win.

To Write Love On Her Arms

by jamie tworkowski

Pedro the Lion is loud in the speakers, and the city waits just outside our open windows. She sits and sings, legs crossed in the passenger seat, her pretty voice hiding in the volume. Music is a safe place and Pedro is her favorite. It hits me that she won't see this skyline for several weeks, and we will be without her. I lean forward, knowing this will be written, and I ask what she'd say if her story had an audience. She smiles. "Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars."

I would rather write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve, and because songs mean so much to her. Stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness. These words, like most words, will be written next to midnight, between hurricane and harbor, as both claim to save her.

Renee is 19. When I meet her, cocaine is fresh in her system. She hasn't slept in 36 hours and she won't for another 24. It is a familiar blur of coke, pot, pills and alcohol. She has agreed to meet us, to listen and to let us pray. We ask Renee to come with us, to leave this broken night. She says she'll go to rehab tomorrow, but she isn't ready now. It is too great a change. We pray and say goodbye and it is hard to leave without her.

She has known such great pain; haunted dreams as a child, the near-constant presence of evil ever since. She has felt the touch of awful naked men, battled depression and addiction, and attempted suicide. Her arms remember razor blades, fifty scars that speak of self-inflicted wounds. Six hours after I meet her, she is feeling trapped, two groups of "friends" offering opposite ideas. Everyone is asleep. The sun is rising. She drinks long from a bottle of liquor, takes a razor blade from the table and locks herself in the bathroom. She cuts herself, using the blade to write "FUCK UP" large across her left forearm.

The nurse at the treatment center finds the wound several hours later. The center has no detox, names her too great a risk, and does not accept her. For the next five days, she is ours to love. We become her hospital and the possibility of healing fills our living room with life. It is unspoken and there are only a few of us, but we will be her church, the body of Christ coming alive to meet her needs, to write love on her arms.

She is full of contrast, more alive and closer to death than anyone I've known, like a Johnny Cash song or some theatre star. She owns attitude and humor beyond her 19 years, and when she tells me her story, she is humble and quiet and kind, shaped by the pain of a hundred lifetimes. I sit privileged but breaking as she shares. Her life has been so dark yet there is some soft hope in her words, and on consecutive evenings, I watch the prettiest girls in the room tell her that she's beautiful. I think it's God reminding her.

I've never walked this road, but I decide that if we're going to run a five-day rehab, it is going to be the coolest in the country. It is going to be rock and roll. We start with the basics; lots of fun, too much Starbucks and way too many cigarettes.

Thursday night she is in the balcony for Band Marino, Orlando's finest. They are indie-folk-fabulous, a movement disguised as a circus. She loves them and she smiles when I point out the A&R man from Atlantic Europe, in town from London just to catch this show.

She is in good seats when the Magic beat the Sonics the next night, screaming like a lifelong fan with every Dwight Howard dunk. On the way home, we stop for more coffee and books, Blue Like Jazz and (Anne Lamott's) Travelling Mercies.

On Saturday, the Taste of Chaos tour is in town and I'm not even sure we can get in, but doors do open and minutes after parking, we are on stage for Thrice, one of her favorite bands. She stands ten feet from the drummer, smiling constantly. It is a bright moment there in the music, as light and rain collide above the stage. It feels like healing. It is certainly hope.

Sunday night is church and many gather after the service to pray for Renee, this her last night before entering rehab. Some are strangers but all are friends tonight. The prayers move from broken to bold, all encouraging. We're talking to God but I think as much, we're talking to her, telling her she's loved, saying she does not go alone. One among us knows her best. Ryan sits in the corner strumming an acoustic guitar, singing songs she's inspired.

After church our house fills with friends, there for a few more moments before goodbye. Everyone has some gift for her, some note or hug or piece of encouragement. She pulls me aside and tells me she would like to give me something. I smile surprised, wondering what it could be. We walk through the crowded living room, to the garage and her stuff.

She hands me her last razor blade, tells me it is the one she used to cut her arm and her last lines of cocaine five nights before. She's had it with her ever since, shares that tonight will be the hardest night and she shouldn't have it. I hold it carefully, thank her and know instantly that this moment, this gift, will stay with me. It hits me to wonder if this great feeling is what Christ knows when we surrender our broken hearts, when we trade death for life.

As we arrive at the treatment center, she finishes: "The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. Tell them to remember hope. We have hope."

I have watched life come back to her, and it has been a privilege. When our time with her began, someone suggested shifts but that is the language of business. Love is something better. I have been challenged and changed, reminded that love is that simple answer to so many of our hardest questions. Don Miller says we're called to hold our hands against the wounds of a broken world, to stop the bleeding. I agree so greatly.

We often ask God to show up. We pray prayers of rescue. Perhaps God would ask us to be that rescue, to be His body, to move for things that matter. He is not invisible when we come alive. I might be simple but more and more, I believe God works in love, speaks in love, is revealed in our love. I have seen that this week and honestly, it has been simple: Take a broken girl, treat her like a famous princess, give her the best seats in the house. Buy her coffee and cigarettes for the coming down, books and bathroom things for the days ahead. Tell her something true when all she's known are lies. Tell her God loves her. Tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom, tell her she was made to dance in white dresses. All these things are true.

We are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless. We don't get to choose all the endings, but we are asked to play the rescuers. We won't solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we're called home.

I have learned so much in one week with one brave girl. She is alive now, in the patience and safety of rehab, covered in marks of madness but choosing to believe that God makes things new, that He meant hope and healing in the stars. She would ask you to remember.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Things I took Away from Mississippi

1. How to get in and out of the bathroom in 7 minutes or less, that includes the line.(I still have visions of Angela knocking on my bathroom stall saying it's been five minutes.)
2. Heat no longer bothers you after about twenty minutes.
3. Oh the sheds. More shed.
4. Showers need not be hot, or even lukewarm to feel good.
5. We brought Backstreet Back alright.
6. How great ice cream is on a hot day.
7. The highlight of your day was hearing you were with Dawns' group.
8. Knowing that because we had an air conditioner, we weren't going to suffocate in our sleep.
9. Realizing that so many people live day to day with the clothes on their back to fall back on.
10. ....more on this later.

Click here for a funny comic about windows machines.

Heal my heart and make it clean

PostSecret is an ongoing community art project where people mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard. I really want the books. There are more books than the ones located on that page. I was looking at the new Sunday secrets today and found this one that I really identify with.

I'd post the image, but I am abstaining for a couple reasons, one is that I have made several image heavy posts recently, and another is my friend Paco, uses dial-up so I'm being nice to his internet.


I see the king of glory
Coming down the clouds with fire
The whole earth shakes, the whole earth shakes
I see his love and mercy
Washing over all our sin
The people sing, the people sing

Hosanna, hosanna
Hosanna in the highest

I see a generation
Rising up to take the place
With selfless faith, with selfless faith
I see a new revival
Staring as we pray and seek
We're on our knees, we're on our knees

Heal my heart and make it clean
Open up my eyes to the things unseen
Show me how to love like you have loved me
Break my heart for what is yours
Everything I am for your kingdom's cause
As I walk from earth into eternity


I have been listening to that song today and just thought I'd post the lyrics.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007


Today I was perusing I came across the camp I've gone to for eight summers. I've always wanted to work there. It's always been home to me. I knew if I chose to work there I'd miss my graduation, the last time I'll see most of the people in my class, and mission trip(s) with my youth groups and church camp. It's a you work the whole summer, with no weeks off type of deal. It's my whole summer, my entire summer. I spent twenty minutes looking at the application trying to decide if I want it. So pray that I make the right choices about my summer.

I love you all.

Lets Pretend- The Plain White T's

Lets Pretend
Plain White T's

If you really gotta know, I'm not doing so good.
Turned out to hurt more then I thought it would.

Cause I just can't handle losing you again
But the last thing I want is to just be friends
We've been through the same thing time and time again

Let's pretend.
(Let's pretend everything is fine)
Put on our fake smiles and keep wasting our time
Let's pretend we're fine
Go out in style and come home in denial
Let's pretend we're fine

If you really gotta know, I'm not doing so good.
It hurt me way more then I thought it could.

Cause I just can't handle losing you again
But the last thing I want is to just be friends
We've been through the same thing time and time again

Let's pretend.
(Let's pretend everything is fine)
Put on our fake smiles and keep wasting our time
Let's pretend we're fine
Go out in style and come home in denial
Let's pretend we're fine

Lie to ourselves
Lie to everyone else

Take anymore of this make believe romance
Is killing my make believe mind
(It's killing my make believe mind)
But I rather pretend we're together
Then know we're apart

Let's pretend.
(Let's pretend everything is fine)
Put on our fake smiles and keep wasting our time
Let's pretend we're fine
Go out in style and come home in denial
Let's pretend we're fine

You just get a song for now. Cause I'm busy.


Monday, November 26, 2007

Big girls don't cry- Fergie

Big Girls Don't Cry

La Da Da Da Da
The smell of your skin lingers on me now
You're probably on your flight back to your home town
I need some shelter of my own protection baby
To be with myself and Center, Clarity
Peace, Serenity

I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightening out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry

The path that I'm walking
I must go alone
I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown, full grown
Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay

I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightening out to do

And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry

Like the little school mate in the school yard
We'll play jacks and UNO cards
I'll be your best friend and you'll be mine
Yes you can hold my hand if you want to
'Cause I want to hold yours too
We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds
But it's time for me to go home
It's getting late, dark outside
I need to be with myself and Center, Clarity
Peace, Serenity

I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightening out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry

La Da Da Da Da Da

I am not a huge fan of Fergie ( IE Do not under any circumstances get me her CD(s) for Christmas), I do however enjoy this song on occasion though. The first time I heard it I really didn't like all. I've come to decide that it's not about girls being strong and sucking it up. It's about a deeply personal journal that Fergie went through. I think it was about maybe an abusive relationship, or just an unhealthy one. One she had to get out of, for her own sanity. I dunno. What do you guys think?


Sunday, November 25, 2007

Darfur Is Dying

There is a new viral game out there, Darfur Is Dying. It simulates life as a refugee in darfur. I would give you a review of the game but I can't make the controls work. There is one level of foraging for water, after that then you are in daily life. Once I get to daily life I can't move. So if anyone can help me out, that'd be great.


Saturday, November 24, 2007


No idea what to blog about today.

* twiddles thumbs*

Everybody cool with immigration?

I was in the car on my way to school last week and there was a story about how San Francisco is now requiring city ID tags for everyone including illegal immigrants. I'll find the story later on and link it here. Someone was talking about how people wouldn't show up to the sign ups for fear of being deported. And I have a hunch that will happen at some places, and thats sad. I think that if immigrants get here, have a place to stay, are holding down a job and are otherwise being law abiding individuals they should be able to stay. Thats just me. How do you feel about immigration?

Here is an article about this.


Friday, November 23, 2007

Pure Fashion

I'm not sure how many of you were watching Dr. Phil this afternoon. I watched it for a few minutes. The director from Pure Fashion spoke. "Pure Fashion is an international faith based program designed for girls 14-18 to help young women re-discover and re-affirm their innate value and authentic femininity." I got that block of text from there website here. Now for the point of this blog. The modesty guidelines provided by the program. They can be found here.


  • the neck line should be no lower than 4 fingers below the collar bone
  • no very thin or sheer material
  • may not be too tight in the bust area
  • should not allow the shape of the bra to be seen in the back (if you can it's too tight)
  • cannot be spandex or very tight shirts
  • the backs should be modest, i.e. no strappy backs, halter or missing backs — tank tops should not be modeled without a shirt, jacket, or sweater over them
A neckline that doesn't fall lower than four fingers from the collar bone. Half of my shirts do that, shirts I've worn to church, church camp and mission trips.

Not being able to see the shape of the bra from the back, so is it ok to see it from the front of the shirt? Seriously while it does look trashy it is sometimes unavoidable.

Backs should be modest. Oh but why?


  • should not be too tight, especially in the seat or the thigh area
  • should fit well, but not be "skin-tight", you should be able to pull them away from the leg
  • shorts should be modest - no very short and/or tight shorts; if you put your arms down straight at the side, and the bottom of the shorts is higher than your longest finger, then the shorts are too short. (Remember, we will be on an elevated runway and everything will look a bit shorter to the audience.)
  • make sure there are no "panty lines" on stage. If necessary, wear pantyhose or a "thigh shaper" to hold everything in and create a smooth appearance in your clothing.

These aren't as bad as before. I find that tight pants are just uncomfortable a lot of the time. I like room to breath.

Shorts, lets talk about shorts. None of my shorts are fingertip length. All of my shorts are appropriate for church camp so I think I'm ok.

Skirts and Dresses

  • cannot be very tight fitting (follow shirt guidelines)
  • should not have too thin of material; if needed, a slip should be worn.
  • can be no shorter that 4 fingers above the top of the kneecap.

I do myself, own a pretty kicking miniskirt. I wonder if it's four fingers above the kneecap? hmmm


  • must have a modest neck line (no lower than 4 fingers below the collar bone)
  • no thin straps (i.e. spaghetti straps)
  • if necessary, a dress with straps two fingers wide may be worn, if the whole dress is very modest... and no bra straps can be seen — but must be worn!

I think back on prom last year. While most of the girls had a more or less modest necklines. It was more than four fingers below the neckline, and all had thin straps, or straps, but you go shopping for a prom dress and let me know if you find any that are appropriate by those rules. What if you are one of those girls that doesn't need to wear a bra, or the dress has a built in bra? If you can't tell a difference with a bra or without a bra does it really matter or what if the bra just makes the dress just look trashy.

Final Notes

Undergarments should never become outer-garments, no exposed bra straps etc.

I've worn sports bras under tank tops to make it so my boobs didn't fall out. It worked and it looked like another tank top. Any complaints there?

More Pure Fashion Guidelines

( for this section my snide comments will be in red)

When buying clothes and dressing to express your dignity as a classy young lady:

  1. Remember that first impressions are important. People who never get to speak to you or listen to you can still see you. How do you want them to remember you?
  2. Remember that you live in many different positions, even if you are not in yoga class! You sit, stand, lean over, climb up stairs with people behind you, and sit at tables facing speakers, bosses or teachers. How do your clothes or lack of clothes appear to the people who are next to you, above you and below you in all your daily positions?
  3. Blouses and shirts that are too loose can be as immodest as tight ones. If the neckline droops from your body when you bend over, guess what everyone can see? (The body parts that your blouse was designed to cover!) If the armpit is too loose, think about the view of the person standing next to you — right to the inside! Maybe it's time to upgrade your clothes if this happens to you?
  4. Blouses that button sometimes have see through gaps between the buttons, so consider if there is a side view to the inside, this may not be the blouse to buy or wear. Or is it too tight and comes unbuttoned easily? You may need to wear a full slip or tank top underneath. This is just common sense right here.
  5. Lift your arms up over your head when you look in the mirror. Does your back or belly show? If so, you need a longer look or a layer underneath.
  6. If you wear a skirt that is too short and go up stairs at work, church or school, guess what shows to the people behind you on the stairs? What else happens when you sit down? (The skirt rides up and your upper thighs are exposed, or worse yet, your underwear can be seen.) Hey girls, It's called Leggings.
  7. Many of today's V-necks have plunged to all new "lows"! They can even become more revealing when worn by short or medium height girls. Layer your tops so that your private parts remain private.
  8. If it is summer and you are wearing lightweight clothing, make sure that your undergarments are doing their job protecting your modesty. Try an extra lined bra for the months that it is too warm to dress in layers. If you wear light colored pants, how thick is the fabric and how loose are they? How solid is your underwear? Also, choose a bra that has a little padding to help disguise you when you are cold. In Mississippi I wore sports bras every single day I just didn't care, then again the odds of getting cold were slim while we were working though. While we were sleeping we were cold though.
  9. Let your clothes be an advertisement of your dignity as a young lady. Be careful about dressing "grungy" even if it is modest. Typically, how you dress and how you act will correspond. If you're dressed "sloppily", you're more likely to act "sloppily". If you're dressed like a young lady, you're more likely to act like a young lady. By young lady you mean?
  10. Finally, walk, stand and sit with dignity. Think of yourself as a person who deserves respect. Ask for it by the way you dress.
I'm done with this. It was fun. I hope you enjoy my snide comments.

Love you all.


I'm back. Did anyone miss me?

If you didn't your a jerk. My basement is now back to normal, no water or anything. Well we need a sump pump, but thats beside the point.

Annie: You make me smile in the morning with your texts. I do love you, but you could really update your blog more.
Bethany: I love you more than you love phish food chocolate chip.
Willis : You comment my blog, your one of the only ones.
Dani: You make me giggle.

I'll finish this later....I don't want to now.

Thursday, November 22, 2007


i am dani.
allies basement be flooded, she cannot access her computer at the present time.
i, being the good friend that i am (:P) am posting a thanksgiving blog for her.



allie and dani

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Immigration it is

So guys this morning on the radio is....

This post will have to wait you guys. Our basement is flooded....but I have pictures of the flooding. They aren't very clear. I came down here around nine, the floor was dry. I put my feet on the floor around 10:30, and noticed there was water on the floor, lots of water.

This picture, notice where the light reflects off the floor, thats water.

Notice the shadow underneath of this tag, floating.

Notice my amazing toes, no the water around my feet.

This one is kind of hard to tell. But where the light reflects, there is water.

I'm off guys and girls,

Tuesday, November 20, 2007


Hey, I am super tired tonight. So this is what you get.


Monday, November 19, 2007


YAY Another Song


Mirror, Mirror on the wall; Have I got it?
'Cause Mirror you've always told me who I am
I’m finding It’s not easy to be perfect
So sorry, you won’t define me
Sorry, you don’t own me

Who are you to tell me
that I’m less than what I should be?
Who are you? Who are you?
I don’t need to listen
to the list of things I should do
I won’t try; I won’t try
You don’t define me; You don’t define me

Mirror I am seeing a new reflection
I’m looking into the eyes of He who made me
To Him I have beauty beyond compare
I know He defines me

Who are you to tell me
that I’m less than what I should be?
Who are you? Who are you?
I don’t need to listen
to the list of things I should do
I won’t try; I won’t try
You don’t define me; You don’t define me

Again I don't feel like doing my normal highlighting and coloringness. This song is about not conforming to the standards of this world. This song reminds me most to not worry about the little things of life, like how my hair looks, and looking at the bigger picture. I'm done for the day I think......think...

Bye bye.

We are broken-Paramore

I am bringing you a song today.

We Are Broken

I am outside
And I've been waiting for the sun
With my wide eyes, I've seen worlds that don't belong
My mouth is dry, with words I cannot verbalize
Tell me why we live like this

Keep me safe inside
Your arms like towers tower over me

Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore our innocence
And all the promise we adored?
Give us life again, cause we just wanna be whole

Lock the doors
Cause I'd like to capture this voice that came to me tonight
So everyone will have a choice
And under red lights, I'll show myself it wasn't forged
We're at war
We live like this

Keep me safe inside
Your arms like towers tower over me

Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore our innocence
And all the promise we adored?
Give us life again, cause we just wanna be whole

Tower over me
Tower over me
And I'll take the truth at any cost

Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore our innocence
And all the promise we adored?
Give us life again, cause we just wanna be whole

I don't care to highlight and color right now. I think this song is about God and his open arms to us. I'm not sure if they are a band of Christians, or a Christian band(Dani, do you know?). I am nearly positive they aren't a Christian band though. I mean you could read into as a relationship, but I think it's about God. He wants to make us whole again, restore our innocence, and give us life. He does all these things and then some, we just have to open up and let him.

Sunday, November 18, 2007


I'll start with youth...

It was good Steph shared her testimony about her Eating disorder and all of that. It was good. Then we nailed things we gave up to a cross. It was good. The van ride home was quite possibly the most fun part of the night. We dropped of Dani, Cody, BJ, and Tori then we went to Mickey D's and waited there for ten minutes for people to come back out. Then we drove through the walkway of lights and played at the new kick butt playground equipment.

Hmmm....what else was there.....

Today one of my really good friends came to youth and afterwards he said something to the effect that his problems were his responsibility, and no one else's. I try not to push Jesus on anyone. But this kid has got friends all around him that are willing to share his problems and he wouldn't be a burden.

I guess I just want to say that if you need to share your problems with your friends don't be afraid too. If they really care about you they won't mind, granted they might not be able to at that exact moment in time, like if they are really busy with school stuff or something but try again.

Love you all,

Saturday, November 17, 2007

The ABCS of Poeple I love

This is the ABC's of poeple I love. I'll fill this in as I think of more people

A. April, Annie, Angela
B. Bobby-Jack, Bethany
C. Corey, Courtney,
D. Delaney Jane, Dani, Devin, Dillon
H. Hannah
J. Jesus, James, Jamie, John, Jason, Jessie, Jewel
K. Kayla, Kirsti, Kaye
L. Laura
M. Megan, Mike
P. Paula,
R. Raoul
S. Sarah, Steph, Steven,
T. Tiffany, Tony, Ty, The Bump
W. Wilma, Willis

Friday, November 16, 2007

I miss.....

I miss having a really good guy friend that I can be like " I need a hug" to.
I miss the simple things.
I miss camp.
I miss complicated knitting patterns.
I miss Gatorade.
I miss you.
I miss being ignorant.
I miss a computer that worked well.
I miss fuzzy socks.


Thursday, November 15, 2007

Stupid Poeple

So there is this picture circulating the high school right now. It's of a 16 year old topless girl, from what I can gather she sent it to her boyfriend and it got forwarded from there. Taking it what a stupid thing to do, not going to argue that it was smart. A lot of my friends are just passing it on like it's a stupid chain letter. I do feel sorry for her, my sympathy is limited though. So I guess it's a lesson, don't send pictures to others you don't want the whole world to have.

I'm done for now,

<3 allie

Wednesday, November 14, 2007


Hey guys,

So I found this really kick-butt alarm clock today at this website.
Click on the picture for more details. It's called Clocky. I'd name it Fernando. If you hit the snooze button more than once it jumps off your nightstand and hides all while beeping. It might even get me up. *gasp*

Thats it for now
<3 byebye

free time

YAY. We have free time at tucker right now. His morning lecture( which normally offends me in some way) didn't offend me for a change. It didn't bash single parents or dead beat dads. It was nice. It was annnoying none the less because I am supertired. The school system is laying off fifty-five teachers. 55. There are a bunch of new teachers this year although. They might cut back on AP and/or Honors classes. They also might cut back on the art and music programs.

Note to self: Give Mrs. Burton a hug for Willis.

Argh Bloggers block. I'm done here. I love you all.


Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Hey guys,

Not a whole lot to say about today. Pretty average. I'll do a real post soon I promise.


Monday, November 12, 2007

Have you ever been in a meeting or class or whatever, and someones cell phone goes off? Today in algebra II someone's cell phone went off, it's always surprises me when everyone in the room checks their phones to make sure they are on silent or vibrate. I do this too though, so I really can't judge.

love you all,

Sunday, November 11, 2007

I'd like everyone to meet Wilma. Wilma is pictured above. She's very soft and fuzzy. I like Wilma. She sleeps with me. She loves Allie more than Willis.

love you,

The above picture of my eye is something I photoshopped..cause I'm good like that.

I went to bedside baptist, Pastor Pillow should really mix up his sermons a bit. Every week it's on the same thing. Ahh well.

I don't know I have posted this yet, but I am out of tucker at the semester. I am uber excited. * does happy dance*

I need to go see Mrs. Pearcy about new classes. AHHH next semester is going to kick some major butt.

I'm off for now. I'm sure I'll get more motivation for another post later today.

<3 you all.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

T-shirts I like

All the shirts were found here. I like a large in girl-fit shirts and a medium in guys. I like my hoodies to be an large or extra large.

I think they are pretty tight.

<3 you all,

The ABC's of Why I love life

This is the ABC's of why I love life. I may add to this on occasion, I may not.

A. Awareness for ED's and SI, academics, air conditioning, Amazon
B. Books, bamboo knitting needles,
C. Computers, candles, church vans, causes
D. Delaney Jane, Donuts, duct tape,
E. Edible underwear, elevators, education
F. Friends, family,forgiveness, funny shirts, fuzzy scarfs
G. Gummy bears, grr faces, graduation,
H. Hoodies, hats, Hillsong
I. Internet, ice cream, imagine
J. Jesus, jobs, justice,
K. Knitting, kites, kilts, knowledge, kangaroos
L. Love, lakes, log cabins
M. Mac and cheese, music, macs,
N. Ninjas, negotiations, networking,
O. Oxygen, openness, obscurity
P. Pranks, photoshop, pirates,
Q. Q-tips, quotes, quality
R. Revenge, Rawr faces, radio, romance
S. Sunsets, sweaters, shaving cream,sleep
T. T-shirts, technology, teenagers, Tetris, Thanksgiving
U. Umbrella, unusual, uber
V. Vowels, victory, vulnerable,
W. Wendy's,Wilma, water, Wikipedia
X. XHTML, X-ray, Xylophone
Y. Yard sales, youth group, yarn,
Z. Zebras, zamboni, zeal, zingers,


The lock-in was fun. Pretty uneventful, that was nice.
I'm far too tired to do a long update with photos and stuff, that and the photos aren't uploaded.
Anyway I love you all.


Friday, November 09, 2007

Hey guys,
I am going to a lock-in in a few hours so this is my daily post.

Thursday, November 08, 2007


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ARGH Bad day.
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Wednesday, November 07, 2007

I miss Mississippi

I miss the sheds.
I miss the work.
I miss the poeple.
I miss the community.
I miss the bus.
I miss the heat.
I miss the dust.
I miss the ocean.
I miss the love.
I miss Little Buddy.
I miss it.

In short, I miss it. I wanna go back.

If you are planning on coming to my churches lock-in this weekend ( if you want to but need details let me know) Read this closely. They may seem funny or like they should be givens, but they've happened.

1) Do not put someone else's shoe in the toilet.
2) Do not bring drugs and/or alcohol.
3)Do not leave the church with out permission.
4) Do not get on the fire escape.
5)Do not take/ touch/ borrow anything of anyone else's without permission.
6)When in doubt, meet on the fourth floor.
7) Don't bring your SO( Significant Other) and think you'll be able to make-out with them the entire night, you won't. And when couples go missing, it's noticed.
8) Don't bring your SO with you, then break up with them there.
9)Don't run into the fountain.
10)Be aware of your surroundings during games. You might not realize your about to walk into someone.
11) Listen to the leaders.
12)Clean up your own messes.
13)Don't go to the basement. It might eat you.
14)Don't try and get in a room if the door is locked. It's locked for a reason.
15)If someone is praying in the sanctuary or chapel let them be.
16)Don't feel compelled to wake up a sleeper, you might get eaten, slapped, die or any combination of the three.
17)Don't be obnoxious.
18) Don't pick any fights, especially with someone younger than you.
19) Use the bathroom on the fourth floor with caution.
20)Don't walk on the roof.
21)If you get a burning desire to walk over to the the circle K and get something without a sponsor with you. Think twice, our youth pastor is good friends with the workers over there. He will hear about it.
22) Don't go into the robe closet.
23) Don't scale the outside walls of the church.
24) Don't ring the bell....period.
25) Do not, under any circumstances, light yourself and/or others on fire.
26) Use caution when running down the back stairs, you may fall head over heels, many, many times!

Around midnight at every lock-in we have what we call a "Faith Experience" It includes a worship session, someone speaking, and stations set up around the church that are designed to increase your faith. Everyone has to be on the fourth floor for the worship set and the speaker. If it's not your thing bring a book, draw, daydream but do not distract those who might want to participate. Talking to your neighbor is not an option.Do not complain about having to be up there during it. The stations are set up on the first, second, and third floors. They are optional. For those not doing the stations there will be a movie playing. This will last approximately 90 minutes. I plan on doing the stations, and I prefer doing them by myself, so don't count on following me around.
<3 you guys,

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

What Your Underwear Says About You

You like your underwear to make you feel girlish and pretty. Let's hope you're a chick.

You're comfortable in your own skin - and don't care to impress anyone.

The ME! Post.

So Guys. I have amazing news. I am transferring out of tucker. Ekkler ( my group of friends' nickname for him) has been a royal pain in the behind all year. But thats all on that, if you want the gory details e-mail me or something. I'd talk about it here, but I take mucho pride in how my blog isn't one long extended rant.

Other than that I have a new tree picture for you guys, sorry again that I missed yesterday.

OK. Thats it. Love you all,

Monday, November 05, 2007

I have a funny story I forgot to post in the other entry. Today one of my friends came up to me to ask for my cell phone to make a call from the bathroom, as I'm digging my cell out of my pocket, our teacher yelled at her to get back to her seat. I handed her a tampon along with the phone as an excuse of why she was talking to me.

She went up to ask to go to the bathroom and tried to whisper "She gave me a tampon", because there was a guy at his desk working on a computer. He then said " She gave you a tablet... what?". He finally got the message and let her go to the bathroom. I think she really should have said " I am bleeding from my vagina. May I please go remedy it?" That or, just flashed the tampon at him.

Maybe it's not as funny on text as it is when I heard about it. Ehh Whatever.



I don't all. That sets me apart from the rest of the high school. In like every class I heard people talking about how they got totally drunk this weekend. I just don't get it. I think there are much more enjoyable things to do on the weekends like make fire, watch Rent( *wink wink* Christmas), or knit. And I don't think Rent would be nearly as enjoyable while drunk, call me crazy , I just think that Rent is more enjoyed while sober. I don't get why people drink to get drunk. I can understand the occasional drink at a party, but every weekend? Wouldn't it get old? Sorry if I'm being ignorant I just don't get it.

I took a picture of the tree today, but it's really dark. Sorry Guys. Mom might be able to fix it in photoshop though.

Love you all,

Sunday, November 04, 2007

A Vision of Students Today.

I just found this video on youtube and wanted to share it with all of you. It's about the lifestyle of students today. I'm not going to embed it in case some of you are on dial-up. But I'll post the link. It's really eye opening. Click here. It's a safe link, don't worry. It won't give your computer a virus anything.

Progresson of the Leaves

Today I was looking out my kitchen door, and saw a tree with the leaves changing colors. The leaves are such a vibrant red. I grabbed the camera and took a picture of it, which is posted here. I love the Midwest. Yeah the weather is nicer in Hawaii or Texas (sometimes) or other places in the states. But only here do we get these gorgeous color changes. And if you don't think that's gorgeous then you need help. When it's -4 degrees I won't be saying how much I love the Midwest, but right now I am, so savor it.

Thats it for now. I hope everyone is haviing a wonderful night. Love you all.