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The Agony of the Driver's License Mugshot

Soo I finally decided to quit procrastinating and renew my driver's license today, since it expires tomorrow. Nothing like a little procrastination. =) I got up at the bright hour of 9 am (we all know after the week I had, I could have slept until noon). I took a shower, did my hair, picked out a cute outfit, fixed my makeup, and made my way to the DMV. I was NOT going to have a picture like the last one. You know the, "eh I'll wear sweatpants and a t-shirt-, barely touch my hair, and slap on a little makeup" look that seems to happen to everyone when they're 16, excited about getting a license, and don't think about the fact that they're going to be carrying this hideous picture in their wallet for the next 5 years. Anyway, that was NOT going to be me....again. I arrived at the DMV and much to my surprise, I did not have to wait in a huge line. I jumped right up there, filled out the proper paperwork, and made my way to the camera. Now this is the...

To dream to travel or to travel to dream??

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What if you could travel anywhere you wanted? Like you could grab a map, pick a country, and just go.... Being from a small town, I've always dreamed of moving away and traveling, even living somewhere over seas. For most people from little old Albion, they just dream of going off to school and most of them end up coming back eventually. "Traveling" is a different meaning for them. Traveling means moving a state away and going to school, maybe getting a job a few hours from home. However, I am the opposite.  Every time I see a movie and people travel, I get excited. It makes my heart race. When I watch Under the Tuscan Sun I get the urge to pack a bag and run off to Italy. I want so badly to live in a foreign country for at least a few years. I don't care if I have to learn a different language or if I have to sacrifice what I would call a more "hygienic" living. I would do it. Most of all if I were to travel, the main thing on my mind is Greece. Ever sin...

Sometimes you just need a dancing dork to be your Romeo

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I LOVE DORKS! Enough said. I've loved to dance since forever. Whether I was dancing around in gymnastics, doing a routine as a cheerleader, doing formal moves in dinner theater, or popping it on the gym floor with the dance team I've always loved it. My theory is that you don't have to be a good dancer, you just have to be entertaining. In high school we went to the UDA dance camp in Charleston  and we learned that it was all about the face . It didn't matter how bad you messed up or if you forgot the moves because your face made the show. If you smiled and had fun, people didn't care if you looked like a fool. I always thought being a dancing fool was kinda fun. I never enjoyed the more "riskay" kind of dancing that took place at school, I was more likely to bust out the "chicken wing" or some other ridiculous and embarrassing maneuver. The point wasn't to follow the crowd or to look good, it was to have fun. That's F-U-N ! Now back...

Dear Jess...

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 I may have written this over 2 years ago, but it all still holds true today. I love you Jessica. January 8th, 2010 The first night without you was the hardest. It felt wrong. Everything felt fake. As if that didn't really happen. I clung to my cell phone staring at that text message. The text message that told me what happened to you. I clung to it wishing it was wrong. Praying for it to be some stupid prank. I yelled at God. I screamed a lot. I didn't want a hug I didn't want touched. I wanted you. I was so mad at you. Mad at you for going to a stupid party. Mad at you for getting in that car. You have no idea how royally ticked off I was. That first night I had a dream about you. We were in the mall having all sorts of fun. We even got in trouble for doing things we shouldn't. We spent the day having fun and then you took my hand and told me it was time to go. You took me to this big room and all of your family and friends were there. They were st...

Diaries of the Windshield Wiper Suicide

March 25th, 2010 So I decided that despite all of this horrible rain and strong winds I was going to go see my friend, Jaimi. She went into the hospital today to be induced and although she still had a while to go before she had her baby boy, I wanted to see her even if the baby wasn't ready. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. The rain was pretty awful and the winds were pretty rough, but I just popped a cd in, turned up my radio, and headed out of town. Things were going pretty smooth for a while and then I started hydroplaning so I decided to slow it down. A little while later I hydroplaned again. Great, awesome, love my life. I slow down AGAIN! After about 20 minutes of driving and some very heavy rain my left windshield wiper decides to take a suicide mission off of my windshield. Great. This is just fantastic. Who doesn't love not being able to see and having to pull over in the pouring rain? So I pull over and fix it and try to wedge it down ...

Oh No! He's on the Run!!

May 11th, 2010 "I stand there crying - broken, in roughed up flip flops, a sweat soaked shirt, and scratched legs, praying hard I will find him." So we have two inside dogs and we have cables set up for them outside so they can use the bathroom. Well the dogs kept barking because they needed to go out, but I knew the mailman would be here soon. The boys don't like the mailman so I went out with them so I could take them in before he arrived at our house. Well I saw him coming and tried to take the boys inside, but it was too late. They had already spotted him. Before I knew it they were barking and trying to break free of their leashes and chase him. I pulled them as tight as I could only leaving about a foot of slack to run. The mailman handed me the mail and went on his way, but somehow Chip loosened his collar and broke free. He sniffed the mailman for a second, licked him, and ran away. Now generally, when we're chasing Chip, it takes about 10 o...

Change of Age: A Graduate Unveils

While going through a bunch of old writings and songs, I found this old blog about high school graduation. It's actually kind of inspiring. I'm a little bit impressed with myself. lol. Be mindful that I wrote this a loooong time ago. Change of Age: A Graduate Unveils By: Alyssa Cline February 21st, 2009 Change. It's the most simple, chaotic, terrifying, exciting, and momentous word. So many things can change and are attributed to change. People change. Times change. People grow older and times become more modernized. Everything happens for a reason, even and especially change. It's funny to say, but I actually remember being of the age of 3 or 4 and standing on a stage in a crowded room. There were people everywhere and I was wearing a white graduation cap and one of those frilly little dresses that are only cute on little girls. I had one task. All I had to do was say my name into a microphone. It seems like such an easy thing now, but th...