SING LIKE NOBODY'S LISTENING......

Oh, man, you guys. You’ll never ever believe what happened this past monday. It was freaking hilarious!
Okay, so Leopard lover got a new/used Polaroid HD for her birthday- it’s about twenty years old, but new to her. Anyway, ever since she’s been obsessed with taking pictures. It’s a camera used for taking professional style pictures that turn out amazing!

Well, we got together that afternoon, along with her sister Girlinapinkbathrobe, and we went for a walk, toting the camera. Leo took pictures of Pink and I ‘modeling’ at different, random locations. Like at this amazing, gothic style church, and on some older play ground equipment- wooden and metal teeter-totters, a huge old slide, this ‘merry go round’ thing that people sit on, someone spins, and you go for a wild ride around and around….

According to Leo we all looked amazingly hot. Idk about that, tho…. lol

ANYWAY.

Right next to this playground there’s Bubble Bubble burg’s only skate park, which was inhabited right then with a lot of guys and a couple of girls. We deemed it necessary to ignore them and just kept on taking pictures.

Anyway, when it started growing darker, we took pictures of the moon, which had a rainbow circling around it, and some other random objects. Leo had forgotten her flashbulb, so we could only take pictures of things that were in good light.. Which meant practically nothing. So we sent Pink off to grab Leo’s flashbulb and Leo and I went on the Merry Go Round thingie to spin.

Here’s the fun part. As we were spinning, these two skater guys came up and stood there for a little bit while we spun. Leo and I exchanged looks, and kind of slowed down, but still spun.

Them: “Hey.”

Us: “Hi.”

Boy 1: “So, uh, we have this friend, and he thinks you’re as hot as sh*t..”

Me: -trying not to laugh- “Oh, really.”

Boy 2: “Yeah, and he’s too effing shy to come over here and talk to you guys.”

Boy 1: “So we were wondering if you could come with us to meet him. If you don’t like him you can just walk away. I mean what can it hurt, you know?”

Boy 2: “Yeah, seriously, what can you lose? He‘ll behave. What can it hurt?”

Leo: -to me- “Should we?”

Me: -back- “Like they continue saying, what can it hurt?”

Us: -laughing a bit- “Why not?”

So we grabbed Leo’s cell phone, linked arms, and went around the playground to the skate park and the parking lot beside it.

The guys kept up intelligent conversation all the way- punctuated with many uhs and ums and curse words, lol. We accidentally used a couple of big words-like perchance and sagacious and indolent- and they looked at us like we were nuts.

They asked, “so what’ve you guys been up to?” and I decided to be impish- so when Leo said “Taking pictures” I jumped in to add- “She’s an aspiring photographer. Some of her stuff is online.”

You see, Leo and I had-out of fun- googled her name once, and found this photographer with Leo’s exact first and last name. They were good pics, too. So I told the guys to go onto that website and they said the would, Leo giving me the evil eye the whole time.

ANYWHO.

We found out that Boy 1 was Adam, Boy 2 was Steven (I think), and the guy who thought we were hot was Ryan.

So we talked to them all for a little bit, told them we were fifteen, said we didn’t have any boyfriends, we were home schooled, and no, we didn’t smoke, thank you very much.

Ryan and this chick had driven off because he was shy, and Steven ran after them, trying to get them to come back. We kind of just stood there with our arms crossed, shooting each other looks and trying to make polite conversation while we waited for Ryan and the girl -I think her name was Kate- to come back.

When they finally did, Ryan and Adam got in a little mock fight because Ryan wouldn’t come say hello to us. Finally he got brave and *gasp* came close enough for us to actually see what he looked like, lol. I guess to look cool, he took a cigarette from Kate’s pack and lit it while sitting on the trunk of her car. He took a puff of it and promptly choked, and Leo and I exchanged a meaningful look.

Leo: “Well, we’d better get going.”

Me: “Yeah. Her sister’s gonna come get us pretty soon and we need to be there when she does.”

Leo: “So we gotta leave. It was nice meeting you guys.”

Me: “See ya around.”

Adam: “See ya. Thanks for coming over here.”

Kate and Steven: *Passionate kissing noises*

Ryan: *Cough* “yeah nice meeting you” *Cough*

Us: “Bye….”

We walked away, not talking, trying not to laugh at the stupid-ness of it all and only barely keeping our composure.

But as soon as we were out of sight, I commented: “Well, that was fun.” and Leo said, “It’s very flattering to have the words ’hot’ and ‘sh*it’ used in the same sentence when referring to us, isn’t it? What, do they think we have diarrhea?”

I just couldn’t hold it in any longer: I burst out laughing, long and loud. I know they heard me, but I don’t care. It was amazingly hilarious and I just had to let it out.

So there’s my story of the week. The moral of the story- take risks, they could be a lot of fun; be bold, be brave; and DON’T HIT ON RANDOM GIRLS!!! haha

hope you enjoyed that!

~Allie~

but only just barely, lol.

yeah so I’m way busy and don’t have the time to update two blogs, so all of my updates are on my other blog gemstone. Go on, head over there!

for those of you who didn’t click on the link…

1. today’s song is: In Your Eyes by Nicole Nordeman

2. yesterday was really weird.  I mean, I went to church, worship band practice, and youth group as usual, but those weren’t cooky. What was strange was the creepy presence of spirits, evil and otherwise, in and around the church all day. No, I’m nto talking about ghosts. Just hear me out, okay?

A lot of people felt it. My dad sensed something really good was going to happen, but my good friend Lindy and the adult worship leader Todd felt that something was off.  I felt it too.

My mom works as a janitor at the church on saturdays, and when she went into The Home (the mobile home right next to the church where youth group activites are held) she found that it had been torn completely apart. The furniture was tipped over, everything on the ‘stage’ was tipped over or knocked askew, and papers were scattered everywhere.

She vaccumed around it quickly and left, finguring it was just rowdy teens.

Sunday, The Home looked normal. Everything was in its place and nothing seemed to be wrong. But something heavy seemed to hang over the whole place.

That afternoon when I came to worship band practice, everything, again, was normal. Andrew went out to the main church bulding to get his guitar from the storage room there. Lindy and I were checking our mics, Christian was fiddling with his amp, and Ty was messing with his drum set when Andrew came back, plugged in his guitar, and reached down to tune it. When his hand hit the tuning pegs, the wood gave way under his fingers!

The machine head was snapped clean off, held on only by a peice of metal and the guitar strings!!!!!!

No one knows who could have done it. Only four people have the key to that particular storage closet: Todd, Doug, Christian, and Andrew. That kind of a break wouldn’t have been an accident. The only way you could snap something like that is if you applied a WHOLE lot of pressure. The worst thing? That guitar was 2,000 dollars. MINIMUM. It was custom made and designed right nere in America. I swear, Andrew was about to cry (I don’t blame him, I was too!), because that type of damage can’t be fixed.

It gets worse. Later as we were practicing (Andrew with one of Christian’s extra guitars) Ty hit his snare drum to hear a popping sound. We all stopped and watched as he hit it again. it ttly didn’t sound right, so he took it off the stand and turned it over… only to find that the bottom had blown out!!  Around the same time an X-box got tipped over with a game still inside, smashing it. Later on that night Doug was playing paintball when his CO2 chamber ran out- despite having been filled just moments ago.

 When Lindy and I were practicing, it was like something was stopping us from singing. Our throats were dry, we couldn’t remember the words, we were stumbling, couldn’t hold the harmony… it was horrible.

Finally we couldn’t stand it anymore. Something was definetly going on, something weird, and we needed to fix it.

SO we gathered all the otther student leaders and prayed, hard. Then we through the whole Home and prayed over it. Same with the main church building.

and that night? We had the best God experience EVER. Lindy and I sounded amazing, Ty’s drumming had a whole different quality, the bass and electric guitars worked perfectly. At the end of worship I was crying. It was so cool!!!!

The lesson was amazing too, but this post is already way too long, so I’ll finish up now.

The moral of the story? God can do ANYTHING, and if Satan seems to be working, it’s just cause God has a plan.

 see ya later!

~Allie~

Today CheekyMonkey  and I got together and… *Drumroll, please!*

DYED MY HAIR PURPLE!!!!

Technically it’s called "Chilled Plum" by Lor`eal.

Anyways, it looks great on me! I love it to death… but the true test will be tomorrow….

Why? You ask.

BECAUSE I’M GOING TO BE ON STAGE SINGING WITH THE WORSHIP TEAM, THAT’S WHY!!!!

MWAhahahahahahahahaha………

So the whole entire church will be able to see my hair in all it’s glory when I sing. OOh I can’t wait!!!

I’ll be posting pictures soon.. either on here or on gemstone, so yeah…

I still can’t believe it, it looks so cool!!!

haha okay I gotta go practice for tomorrow, I’ll keep you updated on what happens!

C YA!

~Allie~

P.S my song for the day is: Christine Evans – I Know What I Like

> NEED WASHING??

> A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in
> Target. She must have been 6 years old, this
> beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of
> innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain
> that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in
> a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down
> the spout. We all stood there under the awning and
> just inside the door of the Target.
>
> We waited, some patiently, others irritated because
> nature messed up their hurried day. I am always
> mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and
> sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust
> of the world. Memories of running, splashing so
> carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome
> reprieve from the worries of my day.
>
> The little voice was so sweet as it broke the
> hypnotic trance we were all caught in "Mom let’s run
> through the rain," she said.
> "What?" Mom asked.
>
> "Lets run through the rain!" She repeated.
>
> "No, honey. We’ll wait until it slows down a bit,"
> Mom replied.
>
> This young child waited about another minute and
> repeated: "Mom, let’s run through the rain,"
>
> "We’ll get soaked if we do," Mom said.
>
> "No, we won’t, Mom. That’s not what you said this
> morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her
> Mom’s arm.
>
> "This morning? When did I say we could run through
> the rain and not get wet?"
>
> "Don’t you remember? When you were talking to Daddy
> about his cancer, you said, ‘If God can get us
> through this, he can get us through anything!"
>
> The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you
> couldn’t hear anything but the rain. We all stood
> silently. No one came or left in the next few
> minutes.
> Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she
> would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her
> for being silly. Some might even ignore what was
> said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a
> young child’s life. A time when innocent trust can
> be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.
>
> "Honey, you are absolutely right. Let’s run through
> the rain If GOD lets us get wet, well, maybe we just
> needed washing," Mom said.
>
> Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling
> and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes,
> through the puddles. They held their shopping bags
> over their heads just in case.

> They got soaked. But
> they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed
> like children all the way to their cars.
>
> And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.
>
> Circumstances or people can take away your material
> possessions, they can take away your money, and they
> can take away your health. But no one can ever take
> away your precious memories…So, don’t forget to
> make time and take the opportunities to make
> memories everyday. To everything there is a season
> and a time to every purpose under heaven.
> I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE
> RAIN.
>
> They say it takes a minute to find a special person,
> an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but
> then an entire life to forget them. Send this to the
> people you’ll never forget and remember to also send
> it to the person who sent it to you. It’s a short
> message to let them know that you’ll never forget
> them.
>
> If you don’t send it to anyone, it means you’re in a
> hurry.
>
> Take the time to live!!!
>
> Keep in touch with your friends, you never know when
> you’ll need each other — and don’t forget to run in
> the rain!