Sunday, May 31, 2009

The perfect summer camp blanket?

An email from this website hit my email today...Weeee unsolicited spam!

I looked at the website, me being the seasoned summer camp kid, and came across the "camp blanket." The product description says,"This is truly the perfect camp blanket! It will keep you nice and toast on those chilly camp nights. With two whip-stitched edges and two cut edges, this blanket truly gives you that 'summer camp' feel."

I don't know how many chilly summer camps you ever went to...but I never went to any. Actually they were quite hot.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Post Secret Sundays


"It upsets me when my friends admit they don't take time to read my blog."

Friday, May 29, 2009

Bonus PostSecrets


"I love you. That's my Secret. No hearts. No pretty drawings. No poems are cryptic messages. I love you.

Dr. Phil is a self important ass

So I don't watch Dr. Phil very often, nor do I care too. But today I find myself watching it because its about the recent decision in California about the proposition 8 dealio.

I think a lot of people are blowing smoke about the whole deal, encouraging lies and misconceptions on both sides.

Saving the sanctity of marriage- uhm, like Britney Spears 55 hour just for fun marriage. Seriously if Cindy and Lisas' gay marriage changes your straight marriage, then it is your marriage that needs some help, not Cindy and Lisas'.

Family and the kids and all that Jazz- I don't know if the Christian Right realizes this, but gay parents will make gay children as much as straight parents make straight children. I've heard argued before that the "goal" of marriage is to procreate and make babies. There are straight couples that can't do that. Lets not forget that if by chance, a gay couple is making an inadequate home for a child, then there are government agencies to deal with that- but those situations should they arise should be dealt with without bias.

Gays want "special rights"- Uhm, no. They want equal rights. And at best equal rights means accessing federal marriage rights and responsibilities, and at worst, it means accessing a whole lot more. Domestic partnerships and civil unions aren't equal because they are just on the state level. Besides separate but equal didn't work in 1960, and it's not working now.

The Bible says it's wrong- Well I've personally studied this in my own TNIV bible. I came to the conclusion that God doesn't like lust, which everyone is prone to. Besides the fact that what the Bible says doesn't matter, cause of separation of church and state.

The slippery slope- This is probably my favorite reason against gay marriage. If gays can marry then where will we draw the line? Uhm consenting adults sounds like a really good place to draw the line.

But marriage has remained the same for the past 5000 years- No it hasn't- actually. There was the breaking up of polygamy in in the early 1900's and interracial marriage in the 1960s and the rise of single parents in the 80's and 90's. It sounds to me like it's changed a whole lot actually.

But the church will have to marry gay people- No, it won't. Churches refuse to marry individual couples all the time. Churches can refuse to rent out their church for the wedding if they want to, it's the churches call.

All the reasons against gay marriage came from a research paper I wrote last semester and the Dr. Phil show from today(May 29, 2009).
I hate migraines. That is all.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Post Secret Sundays


"I believe in you. I will always believe in you. And I'll be there when you prove them all wrong."

Chicago by Ingram Hill

Streetlights blind my eyes through a shade
that's halfway pulled
Cracklin' right side interrupts the radio in my head
Speeding through a familiar town that I don't know all too well
I find a glimpse of you outside my home

If you ever want to come home from Chicago
And leave the things that habit made you love
I'll be there to await your arrival
To give you a life you'll never know

Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm not the only one
Sometimes my silence speaks for itself
As I stroll on down the street I pray for a chance
I'll see you there
This time I think I'll share my life with you


When you sang this, I wouldn't mind if it was about me.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009





This is one of the losers I call my best friend.

Uhm. Yeah.....

Thursday, May 21, 2009

5 Things I don't care about

The following are thing I am totally over when it comes to boys.

A) What kind of car you drive, how new it is, the kind of engine it has-what have you, I don't care. I care that the car runs, and that the A/C, heat, and radio works. I do care if you open my door for me.

B)How much you make. We all have bills and financial commitments, but making x number of dollars doesn't change anything in a serious relationship.

C) What you wear. No, I really don't. I care if you are comfortable in your clothes. I care that you dress for the occasion. But I don't care about the brands you wear.

D) How often you work out. Working out, how much you work out, or if you don't work out, isn't a bragging point. Work out for yourself, not for me.

E) How much you do to your hair, that said if he spends more time than me in front of the mirror than me, its kind of an issue.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Taking his last name-marriage

So my friend Kayla and I were debating taking our future husbands last name when we get married. Kayla(if I'm misquoting you correct me) thinks that it is a sign of respect and shows commitment to take his last name and that it's silly to not take his last name, you know tradition and stuff.

I don't so much care about tradition. The reality is that I will probably have a degree in something when I get married, and will have a professional career with my last name. I will have hopefully earned respect as "Allie Pence", in whatever field I choose to go into. I don't see the point in becoming Allie [insert his last name]- just for the sake of tradition. If that is a deal breaker, or seriously bothers him- then he probably isn't the one. And like, as far as children go, my mom never changed her name, and my brother and I have our dads last name.

Guys- whats your take? Would it bother you if she didn't take you're last name? Would It even be a deal breaker?

Girls- Did/would you change your last name? Why or why not? Did it bother him if you didn't?

Ten reasons I love my Diva Cup

I love my Diva Cup. I love it. If I were stranded on an island, it's the one thing I'd take.

1. It's environmentally friendly. Which has never been a huge concern to me, but it is really nice to not have to deal with the packaging that comes with tampons.
2. It does not dry me out like tampons do. It doesn't cause any of the irritations that tampons can cause.
3. It's cost efficient. Tampons and pads cost upwards of 65 dollars a year. I'm not spending 65 bucks a year on pads and tampons anymore. My wallet feels better.
4. I really can't feel it. Everyone says that they can't feel tampons when they're in right and I don't know about you, but I totally could always feel them a little bit. It's like nothing is there.
5. I can totally forget about my period for up to 24 hours some days, 12 hours other days- depending on my flow.
6. Have you ever been out or whatever and gone to the bathroom, realizing in the bathroom that your tampon or pad needed to be changed and didn't have another one with you? I've done that a lot. I never really learned the lesson to always carry an extra tampon with me. Kayla can attest to this. Well with the cup, I don't have to worry about it. Cause I empty the cup, rinse it out, and put it back in.
7. Call me a health nut, or whatever when I'm suspicious of the chemicals that go into tampons and pads-to my knowledge they haven't been really extensively studied and no one is really sure of long term effects of exposure. With my cup, I know what it's been exposed to. I know how I clean it. I don't have to worry that it's been bleached and starched, and what that'll do to my body.
8. When other girls and I get together and talk about girly issues, I can proudly say that I don't have to worry about running out of feminine products, or being caught off guard. I feel so special in that instance.
9. I love recruiting poeple to the light side of menstrual products. I really do. I know I have something so awesome and revolutionary, and think the entire world should know what I know about them. So far I've recruited 2 people. So if my blog posts about the matter convince you to get one, let me know so I can up my count of recruited poeple.
10. I love that it comes with a discrete little pouch. When I'm not using it, I can throw it in the pouch and put it in my purse- in case my body decides it's fun to bleed from my vagina.

I just love my diva cup, but similarly to my diva cup I have something new to share with you. Another period related addiction.

I've never been good at tracking my cycle. So it would always surprise me, and I could never tell doctors the dates of my last period, or when I was expecting my next period. But I don't worry about that anymore. I have MyCycle. It tracks my period for me, and sends me an email the day before my period should hit. So there are still some surprises, but hey at least I know kind of when it will hit.

Monday, May 18, 2009

I wish they'd share this.


You ever pick up a womens' magazine and between the sex, make-up, and work out tips you find nothing of value?

Uhm. I'm thinking that womens' magazines should share this kind of work out tip.

(Certain kinds of sit ups make me orgasm)

I spoke too soon. Here is the link of where to find out how to orgasm from doing crunches.

Post Secret Sundays


"I found this note in my locker in high school. I wonder if the person who put it there put it there on purpose.

Don't get discouraged. I see a thousand possibilities in every smile of yours. You're beautiful and worth more than I could ever tell you."

The back of the post card says "I'm almost done with college now and I've had itstuck to my wall ever since."

Thursday, May 14, 2009

thoughts on being validated

So whenever a guy opens the door for me, or offers me his seat in a crowded room, or pulls my chair our for me- I feel special, validated, like I matter, empowered, like I'm worth it-whatever "it" is anyway. I'll get back to you when I figure out what the "it" is, in that instance.

I live in a society where women are so encouraged to not depend on a man, to stand on their own two feet. I don't need a man to validate me, either as a woman, or as a person. I mean I'm validated as a person, because I am person. And I'm validated as a woman, because well I have those particular lady bits. I don't need a reason to acknowledge my worth. I realize that I'm worth so much more than having the door held open for me, or being given a seat in a crowded room. I'm worth dying for- which I gotta remember more often for myself, and I have a hunch that you probably do to.

I hope this blog made sense. It's kinda rough, I know.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

I've proven my worth as a human being.


I've made grilled cheese for the first time ever. I have proven my worth as a human being.

Monday, May 11, 2009

PostSecret Sundays


"When I am waiting for mom to pick me up from the airport, I secretly fear that she will find a better kid and drive off without me."

Friday, May 08, 2009

What is keeping you back from the person you like?
distance and time

Have you thought about an ex today?
nope.

When was the last time you said you were fine and really werent?
today

Is there anyone who doesn't like you?
probably

Do you laugh a lot?
yes

Who did you spend your summer with last year?
Friends

Do you have an older brother?
yes

What were you doing at 7am this morning?
Sleeping!!

What mood are you in right now?
full and curious

Who was the last person you talked on the phone with?
Brandon

Have any marks on your body anywhere?
yes

How is life going for you right now?
Good

Whats the weather been like today?
dark, and rainy.

Where did your last hug take place?
outside

How many kids do you want to have?
2 or 3

Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
kinda

Who was the last person to make you laugh?
Brandon or Zach

Who was the last person to text you?
Brandon

Who is the first person you would go to if you had a problem?
Brandon

Do you have any plans for this week?
nope.

Are you shy?
not really

Are you close with your siblings?
no

How is your heart now?
Still pumping blood

How did you feel when you woke up today?
sleepy

Think of the last person you told "I love you" to, did you mean it?
Yes

Do you think your neighbor is hot?
i don't know my neighbors

How do you feel about the person you last kissed?
he's amazing.

Are you a bad influence?
well, that depends

Has anyone told you they would never leave and left?
nope

Do you and your friends have code words for things?
yes

What did you realize today?
that life is good

When is the last time you had butterflies?
I dunno.

Would you ever live with anyone on your top friends?
oh yes.

Is there anyone you know that deserves to get slapped?
yep

Honestly whats on your mind?
my perfect kitty cat

Is it more common for you to follow your heart or your mind?
mind

Are you sarcastic?
yes

Do people ever mistake you for being a different race?
Nope

Are looks everything?
no

Are you tall?
ahahaha no

What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?
chocolate brownie bites.

Who is on your mind right now?
Where my ipod is...

So....

Locations of visitors to this page


The above image is everyone who has viewed my blog in the entire world. It's 57 countries total. That is a lot of countries. People in 57 countries have read my words, and my thoughts, and my ramblings. I dunno that's really intense. It's something I never would have imagined. Before I got the map dealio, I thought that my friends read it, and my family read it, and some random poeple who came across my blog read it...and that was about it. But I don't have friends in 57 countries...at least I don't think I do.

Knowing this makes me feel powerful, like my opinion matters or something.

Thursday, May 07, 2009

Phones pt.2

Brandon: Imma call you back after i shower
Allie: Well, you could put your phone in a plastic baggy and talk on the phone in the shower, like I did today.
Brandon: well I'm already in the bathroom and I don't have a plastic baggy.

New phone and stuff

So tonight I wrapped my moms Mothers Day gift with Christmas wrapping paper and taped it with clear first aid tape. I am awesome.

Also, I got a new phone this Tuesday. I got the Verizon Blitz, which I love. It has a full keyboard, which totally dig. My phone saves the most commonly used word patterns, so whenever I type the word "you", my phone offers up the handy suggestion of "whore" to go after it. Apparently I call my friends whores more often than I thought.

Monday, May 04, 2009

My roommate again....

"Being a vet tech doesn't mean I need to know conversions from feet to inches." my roommate

See this post for the joke.

She firmly believes that she doesn't need to know feet to inches conversions....Uhm...correct me if I'm wrong...but isn't that something everyone should know...common sense or something
Allie: imma throw my brush at you
Allison:imma use it :P:P
Allie: You do that

Thoughts

You're kicking me in the ass and subtly making me realize what a screw up I am, You're also telling me about the grace You offer. You're reminding me that Your grace is substantial enough for every time my grace fails (which if you recall, last semester when I rolled my ankle while walking, is a lot.) You're picking me up, and giving me a really big hug and telling me that its OK. You're holding me up, reminding me that I'm worth so much more than I think I am. You're reminding me of my worth every time I breath You in.

Sunday, May 03, 2009

My roommate is slow.

My roommate is 5'7". That is important.

Veronica: My sister is like 3 inches taller than me.
Allie: So she's what 5'10"?
Veronica: I don't know, maybe 5'12"
Allie: That would make her 6 ft honey.
Veronica: No it wouldn't...Maybe...Oh wait, yes it would.

PostSecret Sundays


"I would love you under any circumstances."

Saturday, May 02, 2009

Ahahaha.

Today I went to the vending machines to get a candy bar and a pop, so my roomie asked to get her a Mt. Dew. I got to the stairs(which from the stairs, there are 2 locked doors between you and the dorm door), and realized I've forgotten keys.

So I call my roommate from the stairs and ask her to bring me keys. Heres where this gets funny.

Veronica:Where are your keys?
Allie: I don't know, just bring me yours.
Veronica: If I do that I'll just strand myself out there with you.
Allie:...good point. Mine are probably on my bed someplace.

Friday, May 01, 2009

Hey kids.

So the semester is wrapping up. I've survived a whole year of college-almost.

My pysch prof doesn't follow the study guides she makes for her general pysch class, and doesn't follow the book...So basically no one I've talked to knows how to study for this test, no idea whatsoever. This will be lots of fun.

I've got a paper due on Monday, over GLBT discrimination, still a couple more pages to write. Not sure what those two pages will be about.

I have a math final monday, I'll probably fail. Tuesday I'm taking my pysch final, and a unit test, cause my prof is on crack. I'm also taking my Social Problems final tuesday. Then I'm going home!
Update coming soon. I promise. Finals are busy kicking my ass.

Wow.

So according to my pyschology textbook married men only masturbate 24 times a year, and married women- only ten.

I masturbate....well I won't say how many times a year, cause I really don't want to do the math because that would require a calculator, which I've successfully lost. So I'll just let you wonder how many times a year I masturbate.