dress heaven

mmk, so the other day when i was at walmart and i noticed the seventeen prom issue was out...:) prom season is like just around the cornerrrrrrrrrrrr:) and after last years prom drama, i'm so ready to move on and have the best prom of my life. 

in order to have an amazing prom, you need an amazing dress... 

 front

 back 

 closer front.. 

and there's this one...

front 

 close up 

utah, 

you have failed me. even though i found the most amazing dress last year, i can't wear you this year. 

just because you were a maybe last year. 

new clean slate. :) 

and that means new york...:)

both of these amazing dresses are from new york....

that means  NO ONE  here will have them.. or anything that looks like them....:)

so that means i  HAVE  to have one....

the only thing is... that they're 400 dollars... and that's not including tax...or shoes, 

or hair,  or jewelery, or alterations, 

BUT 

shipping's free:) 

and it'll only take a week.. tops:)  

i guess it's time to dig under the couches... and baby sit and such... bleh.. 

i love been a job less teenager. 

it's great

http://www.newyorkdress.com/Jovani/8867.html

http://www.newyorkdress.com/Jovani/9245JO.html

i think there's a blender in my thoughts...

today when i was vacuuming and rocking out to my ipod i started thinking about taekwondo. the state tourney to be exact. pretty much it was horrible. i have never been to any other tourney that was such a mess. it made me want to punch walls and cry. in fact at one point in the day, i did. and i wasn't alone. but the photographer there got some pretty sweet shots.

the day started with me, my mom and my sister trying to find the venue.. being us, we got lost and showed up with like 5 minutes to get me registered. good thing there was like 400 kids waiting for the same thing. BUT my dearest coach rob:) (i love that man) as soon as i showed up, he took me straight to the front of the line and i was set. yay for having amazing coaches. 

competition started out with forms. the bane of my existence in taekwondo.. they're stupid. and the fact that the US made a forms team is stupid times 7. forms are an imaginary fight.. FIGHT being the key word.. but whatever. that division was stupid anyways. and i'm not just saying that because i didn't place. i'm saying that because it was. i did the best forms of my life and stuck all my kicks and even trained weeks with someone who has amazing forms. she's on the national forms team... (it's a team for all those who fail at fighting...) and i didn't place... what the heck... i knew it was mainly because of who my coach was. sorry my coach was just that amazing you ( the utah state taekwondo committee or whatever. they're not really even all that important) felt the need to rip him off.. and even britt, she has amazing forms.. even on an off day, didn't place. but the girl who got first did deserve it. about half way through, britt and i knew we weren't gonna place, so we had fun:) two boys on our team came over..and gave us gum in the middle of the division... i even got a neck rub:)  

that was horrid. at any other toureny with the slightest sense of organization, i'm pretty sure we would have been DQ-ed. 

then sometime in between our forms divison, and sparring, the love of my live at the time was doing his forms.. and let's be honest. this kid is AMAZING at forms. i used to be the one with the pretty feet and everything. best kicks..best forms. then along came this kid.. and i was second. i'm not a second kinda person. the entire year i was there, i tried so hard to out do him. i don't think i ever managed that, but i knew there were times when i was just as good as him, so a tie is better then second. anyways, then he fought first and he did pretty well. the kid he fought was like a national champ in sparring. kinda the real deal. but britt and i watched then entire thing.. flinching whenever he got hit. there were a few hours before i sparred.. and somewhere in that, my mom left to go pick up my dad. and when she left, i went into the hall and about started to cry. for some reason, disappointing my dad has always been one of the worst fears i have in life. it usually gets the best of me. especially in sparring. cause, for me, stepping into the arena, feeling the mat under my toes, and all the straps from my gear feels oddly at home. it's what i live for. and the look on my dad's face when i do score and win is priceless. and i really wanted him there at state. i wanted him to watch first hand me taking my title. i didn't wanna recap the moment. i  wanted him there in person. right when i thought i had everything in check, the one kid came out and asked if i was okay.. and in the same moment that i said yes, i ran into his arms and cried for a good 5 minutes.. and somehow, it all was okay..then somewhere in that i had to gear up and fight. luckily, my dad made it back. right when i got called back, they all came through the door. 

it was game time. i found out who i was fighting before i even got anything on. because the girl who i was supposed ti fight bailed, i got the light-middle title, and i was fighting for the light heavy title. good thing i was 128 pounds and she was like 145... but because of who she was, i was going to win. i had to. everything, bragging rights, pride, the title, everything was up for grabs. and they were mine. the only thing getting in my way was my knee. i still to this day have to  have surgery on it, but with a little tape, all is cured. i remeber coming back into the corner after the first round, and Rob saying "why aren't you kicking??" and i glared was said "my kneee.." and he said "you have to legs" and then the timer went off. and i won. i got pushed around, lost a point for being shoved out of the ring, and got punched in the face. with all odds against me, and clearly a fixed fight, i won. it was my title. my best friend was there. the love of my life was there. my coach smiled at me. and my entire family was there too. perfection. 

AND all this comes from me cleaning and rocking out to jenn blossil.. clearly, there is something in my head mashing thoughts into each other and bringing up things like these.. kjahdfkljsfhlks 

and the only reason i post this, is cause he won't ever read it :) and i needed a post for the day too haha 

perfection in a cup...

there is nothing better then getting the toes done at the best nail place ever with my mommy and texting the best friend, and then hitting up starbucks later. then swinging by and picking up sister and dad for a day of frantic last minute christmas shopping. nothing better<3

while i was getting my nails done, i was reading this one magazine. Utah Valley. it was last year's june one. it had the top 18 high school seniors that are most likely to change the world. wow. every single kid that was picked was nothing short from amazing. everything from AP scholars, sterling scholars, a few 35 ACT scores and all state's and student council members. WOW. there was this one girl from timpview who had already gone on like 4 foreign service projects. so while reading of all these amazing kids, i noticed that there was one latino kid. hm. there is something wrong with that. usually, i'm not the one to be arguing the "latino" perspective. the classic stereotype is that they don't care about anything, are in gangs and are scary. for a while i was really close minded and totally bought into it. in my head i was different. i was always in club taekwondo and i always did well in school and thanks to my mom, i lived at church. i wore nice clothes, and always had my hair done. in my world i was one of a kind and no one was like me. it was the scary mexicans.. them.. and then me and the rest of the world.. then i realized i wasn't like the rest of the world...i looked A LOT different.. i had dark hair, dark brown eyes, and a killer tan in the middle of january. hm.. i didn't totally belong there either.. but from a few bad experiences with  them..i was totally turned off to the idea of even trying to mingle with the latinos..unless i was forced to. lucky my mommy taught me manners and i could hold my own..

THEN

when i was in 8th grade at lakeridge and they started this one thing called latinos in action.. it was weird but they got cool jackets and went on a ton of trips.. so i wanted to be one. there were a few requirements tho. you had to have good grades, keep up with those grades and things along those lines. when i was a freshman i got called down to the front office with a ton of other kids who i NEVER talked to.. except for janet and besser:) {who still to this day  put up with me:)} but they told us that we were selected  to be in the 08-09  LJHS LIA. hm, i was in.. cool jacket here i come. only thing tho, i forgot to figure who was going to be in my class. the same people that i thought i didn't relate to at all for the past forever and a half.. and honestly, i had no interest to get to know any of them.. but eventually i did. it slowly moved from "um.. i don't wanna even talk to you..." to "class mates" before you make any assumptions, these kids that i was so apprehensive about made just as big of an effort to get to know me as i did.. it was almost like a mutual dislike..
BUT
of course the older you get, and you all of a sudden get a new perspective on a lot of things.. in LIA we always talked about making people change their views about the latino culture.. thing is, i thought i was already doing my part. in fact i thought i was doing so much MORE then my fair share and i was slighty bugged when anyone mentioned that.. in my head i was just saying "talk to them.. they're the ones wearing ear rings.. and baggy pants... and not even trying to do anything productive. i'm fine. i have good grades, i don't get in trouble. ever. and i'm involved at school and out side.. so there." hmm.. thing is that everyone has this little thing called PERSONAL HISTORIES.. and because i had made NO effort whatsoever, i knew nothing about any of these kids.. hmmm.. my bad.. but the point was that not everyone has it as easy as i did.. or still do. i mean my life isn't a cake walk.. but i've been blessed to the point where i've had everything practiucally given to me..
BUT (again)
back to my original point, because i HAVE been so blessed and because i am so involved and what not, it's kinda up to kids like me to make sure that latino kids get into things like "Utah Valley's top 18 high school seniors most likely to change the world" ... "Because i have been given much... i too much give..." kinda one of those deals i figure. so i've decided, (well, truthfully, i decided this a few hours ago at the nail place...) i am going to be one of those kids. i am going to get the 5's on the AP tests...and be in student council (multi cultural reppp:)) and school teams AND club teams:) i'm going to do it.. i am after all... ALI FREAKING SANCHEZ...

welcome to your new life ali sanchez

PF. finally i'm back into the swing of things with taekwondo. It's pretty great and i remember how much i love the weirdo sport. FINALLY my fbtbf (facebook taekwondo best friend) britt came back and we've done taekwondo in almost marathons this week. i'm pretty sure my body is going into shock. i've done tkd for years, but nothing quite like this. it's a lot more to learn, and since we're higher ranks, and the noobs, we're playing catch up for the next year pretty much. and obviously when you train with the same master for 9 freakin years, you have kids who ooze amazingness out of every pore. then when you throw a kid like me, who've sparred and only know how to do that, it's different. i'm pretty sure i ooze stuck up sparring brat. but when you're used to being the sparring golden child no matter what.. how could you not? but reguardless, yay.  i like it. like master sornsen says "it's finding the balance between taekwondo and being true black belts" mmhm. she's deep. but it's literally taken over my life. i looooooooooove :). tomorrow brings sparring and black belt classes and all that great stuffs.:)
what i love even more is that i have someone who i know, and gets me there with me. even tho she's super social  and i'm the quiet one of the two, it's fun to not have to be there all by my lonesome:) AAND we pulled off the impossible today before practice. with time to spare. So britt's going to preference and needed shoes.. so we went to a cute little boutique and attempted to find her shoes, but it was a fail. so then we ran to her house and went through all her dresses ans found one that was perfect:) and shoes!!! but we needed flowers too. and we needed to pull all this off before 5.45. ans there just happened to be a cute little flower shop right by the studio:) we got in and out and to practice 18 minutes early:) go us. and after weapons, something i swore i would never do, and flips and tricks, something i swore i never thought i could do, we hit it up at macys. 69 cent ice cream:) aw yea
with track season right around the corner, i have no idea how it's all going to play out. i'm stoked:)

college say what??!?

pf. so it's official. college sucks. and i've only done one semester. i'm only a junior in high school and i'm thinking that i should start looking for scholarships and schools,(more like my parents forcing me too..) and kinda starting to figure out what i wanna do with the rest of my life. hm.. i'm 16 and i change my mind just about every day. so trying to make this decision right now, scares me SO badly. but due to tuition, i think i'm stuck inside utah.. at least till i finish undergrad stuff.. or unless i get married and he's willing to move to california and help pay for stanford..:) but until then, utah it is... even here, i have too many options.. like USU, UVU, U of U, SUU, BYU, Snow, Dixie, Weber and whatever else i missed.
msnhfaklsjg;liahfiodf... OVERLOAD. But i have figured out a few things generally.
number 1: i'm moving out no matter what.. sorry fam bam, i love you all.. but by then, it's gonna be time that your little girl learns to be on her own..
number 2: i want something kinda farther away from orem.. kinda getting to restart but not really. just far enough that i can have my own life, but still be able to visit sunday nights for dinner:)
number 3: the local walmart CANNOT close before 11. sorry CEU, you're out.
number 4: the campus has to be somewhat large. i don't wanna figure it out in a week.. i wanna have adventures, UVU, that puts you on the chopping block.. one summer semester and i knew you all too well
number 5: has to be affordable. i don't wanna have to ask for money or move back in after i moved out no matter what
 so for now, those are my rules.. pfffffff...
HELP!!!!!!!

19 days and counting..

so pretty much my 17th birthday is in 19 days. and its pretty safe to say that in my family, birthdays are epic fails. when i turned 15, i was supposed to get this massive party, with a total princess dress, huge cake that feeds 6 times the people who actually show, and topped of with my daddy-daughter dance. well, that day came and went. I think we just went out to dinner and my parents bought me something random. Cause the deal was that i wouldn't get my party, and i'd get a car when i was 16. party?? or car??? car??? or party?? easy. car.
Then the next birthday came around and i started talking about my car, or soon to be car. and OF COURSE my parents have no idea of the deal i'm talking about.. so they told me that i'd get to go shopping in california. my auntie knows a TON of way cute little boutiques, so i figured that was a little better then a car. a california vacation and cute clothes? i'm in:) but then something came up and california was off. typical. happy sweet 16th ali. you're cool.. they ended up taking my friends and i out to dinner and then mashed back to school shopping with my birthday shopping trip. yay.. i'm 16..
this year i'm 17. my last year before i'm an adult and all cool and old :P i decided that i was gonna make my birthday something simple. something that no matter what, they couldn't ruin. i asked for them to pay for track season. just 60 bucks. i figured since i was already running, they weren't going to mind making that my birthday present too. everyone wins right? NO. i asked and my dad decided to lecture about pointless stuff that no one cares about. so i didn't bother listening after the whole " you're not even that good!" comment came out. pff.. how would you know? did you come to a single race the ENTIRE season? nope, that's what i thought. so now i think i'm going to have to end up paying for the rest of xc season. which is only 60 bucks, and i have like 45.. so almost there. oh yeah. and another 60 for track, and another 15 for early morning weight lifting. did i mention that i have NO job? yeah. time to dig under the couches and find all the pennies possible. congrats. birthday ruined. 19 DAYS EARLY. new record. pffffffffffffff
oh well, in a weird and awkward way, i'm kinda glad my dad is such a jerk sometimes. it only makes me wanna work that much harder to make him eat his words.. just watch. i'm going to run varsity at least 2 races next xc season. and now that it's blogged, i have to follow through. so just watch. i'm going to do that AND defend my sparring titles at the same time. But after this birthday, i only have a year and a half left to deal with them. i CAN NOT wait to move up to salt lake to the U or even to logan to go to USU. either way, i'm out.

bitter sweet moments of life

wow. so i just got back from one of the funnest trips of my life:).  we went down to nike southwest regionals. LONGEST  bus ride of my life. i think that i've had my dose if  buses until girls camp. but with our team, it was pretty entertaining:) the hotels of course we're kinda not amazing, the showers sucked at the last one, and yet, it was still great:) with mall trips, meeting justin and nathan, then HARRY POTTER, then jumping on beds, and water fights with mark, then AMAZING pep talks from only the most AMAZING coach ever, and a birthday, it was easily one of the best trips ever. ever. EVER. but the race itself, oh my. i've never raced at that kind of level. in my life. i've fought at levels that intense. but runners like me, don't usually run at national level races. but i did:) and i wasn't as nervous as i thought i'd be. with the stress fracture and other things in the way, i wasn't able to run as much as i would've liked before this race. but i was able to bike a lot and i got to run a week or so before. of course, it's no where near enough to what you need to do good at nike, but considering my conditions, i felt good. like i had done all i could. and once i was there, the nerves were no where to be found. well almost. and once we got there to jog the course, i felt good:) then once the actual race came around, i felt good and as ready as i ever was going to get. my time was pretty good. and i loved the course. even the killer hills. oh golf courses are ment for running. just saying. and my finish was epic. neck in neck, trading the entire race, down to the last 800, about ready to die, and i somehow pushed it through.:) my goals for this season were to finish the race. no regrets. and end my first and junior season on a high note ready for track. mission accomplished. i can honestly say that this season was so much fun. and i've had the chance to meet such amazing, crazy, sweet, totally awesome people. and i'm so sad to see all our seniors leave!!!!!:( GAHHH. summer just isn't gonna be the same without them. neither is camp. or bob firman. or SUU or murray or region or pre region or nike. or anything else. but i guess this just means the rest of us have to step it up and keep this little thing we call the "bruin winning tradition" going. but still. lets just keep a few of them yes? yes. but we for sure ended this cross country season on an amazing note. bruins. lets get ready for track!:)
 the more and more i thought about this whole adventure we were on this weekend, it kinda hit me.. like that's me next year...:( like it's almost over.. then we all have to grow up, and all the worth while boys go on missions and college and and and it's just not high school anymore!!!:( i've always wanted to be a senior and get out on my own.. but now, now that i'm so close i'm not so sure anymore...:(

speeeedy speeeeeeedy

there are just those days in life when you try to do everything in the world at the same time. and no surprise you fail. epically. haha much like today. the plan was to wake up early-ish and curl my hair. cause i FINALLY figured out a way to curl it without my head looking like a poof ball. i mean it only took me almost 17 years and 7 dollars. but no biggie. better late then never right? AAAAAND i think it might be one of the best 7 dollars i ever spent. (usually, money goes to food.. like taco tuesday.. and whatever looks decent at holiday. oh ya. and starbucks runs) but obviously, being me i woke up on time, and then slept in another 24 minutes to be exact.. oops.. hahah so i woke up half an hour late and got ready. this fine morning tho, i was all ready in time before my car pool got here. usually, i'm forever late getting down to the car. NOT today. woohoo:) go me. then cross country rolled around, and we were doing two's today. I. LOVE. TWO. HUNDREDS. AHHH. we were running 6. but being the cripple that i am, i could only run 4. or at least that's what coach said. i thought that i was gonna be awesome and try to run all 6. but after the second one, i wanted to die. my first one was awesome. the second and third eh. and my last one, i ran barefoot:) and it was the best. I. LOVE. RUNNING. BAREFOOT. AHHH. then i thought i'd try for a fifth, but my body quickly said no to that idea. oh well. PFFF. so that was kinda a fail..
then around 5 ish today i went to practice being the good little child that i am. there are two kids there that are training for nationals. but you have to place at qualifiers first.. i don't know for sure that they know this.. cause they way they're talking, you'd think they have a spot on the national team already.. but whatever. they're cool. i like em:) so we're starting conditioning training. oh baby. its been great fun. my body constantly reminds me that i'm not superman or anything. but last time i told a coach that, he told me that its when you're body feels like that and you push through all that and have at least one amazing, knock-out worthy kick, it's what makes champions. hmmm.. good thing we were doing speed today. yeahhhh. speed in taekwondo means hot, sweaty bodies all pushing themselves farther then and faster then they ever had before. it's great. you end up drenched. and that's the best thing ever when you train with all boys. yummy.
but on a much different note, we got our family pictures back and they're so cute:) gah. missy eyre is AMAZING!!! everyone. get dance pictures from her. she's so amazing!!!  here are a few that I really LOVED

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[Playing it safe is the most popular way to fail]
this is my quote for the day:)

-ali 

11.12.10. (for lack of a better title..)

some days stuff just gets to me and i cant control my emotions entirely. like today. we had a veterans assembly and i knew a marine that lost his life out there.. and i've heard all the stories and everything countless times and of  course when i first heard it, i cried. and today, when his step dad came to the assembly and told the story.. um. yeah. i cried. again. pfff. i thought i was okay. like my throat was getting awkwardly tight and my jaw was quivering but i THOUGHT i was okay. until austin looked over and asked if i was okay. that set it off. haha austin.. i guess i still love you:) but blehhhh. i hate crying at school. hate. it.

life is full of random little things called "decisions..."  they don't sound all that fun. but i guess that they are just needed. and as a teenage girl i'm faced with 38695846298 decisions daily. i counted. it all starts off with.. do i shower tonight and curl my hairs tomorrow and be adventurous? or do i get an extra half hour and play it safe? then when it gets to getting in bed, its the constant struggle between sweats or shorts. Then morning. do i wake up now or snooze...? do i eat breakfast or run out the door? then it leads up to do i go home or go to cross country? what to do.. what to do. usually it's not that big of a deal until recently. i've noticed that due to certain decisions made, some things get lost and others gained. but i'm not sure i'm willing to loose these things. and its not like its something epic. like do i go and drink or have a movie night? but it feels almost that way. and its kinda not okay. and i do not know what to do at this point. i kinda wanna curl up and cry. again. only this time not at school ha. and i have a gut-feeling that it only gets harder as we get older. oh man, i miss the days when my mommy could fix everything with a kiss and the worst thing that could happen was your shoelace getting untied. and to think that we all couldn't wait to grow up... i guess that everything happens for a reason an due to recent events, it's just made me realize how much i love my parents. they are pretty cool and put up with me. i dunno  how i'm gonna be a mom if i have a kid like me. i think i woulda sent me to boarding school by know...but they haven't yet :) and i'm not sure its cause it's pricey or cause the kitchen wouldn't ever be cleaned...

so i think that's it for this post.

-ali

eet eeet eeeeet

for some reason today, i'm in a very bipolar mood. When i woke up, i felt exhausted and then as the day progressed i went through everything. In math, everything that Anna banana  and Sanchez (oh i love these two. they simply make my day, and are the only reason i go to math at 7:45 in the morning.. them and the fact that my carpool comes and i don't wanna walk the mile to the school in the cold..)said was for some strange reason the funniest things ever. i laughed almost the entire class. Ha. then in chem i was just cold. and until i aced my quiz, i was really bored. Then study hall came along and i wanted to punch carling in the face. sometimes. well, almost all the time. but today really. But lets be honest. Study hall is completly pointless. no one does anything "productive." we all just sit there and talk about sadies. hmmm.. i vote we get rid of study hall and cough over extended lunch. they're always ranting about how we are young adults, um guess what mv administration?! the rest of the world gets extended lunch. even orem high. and no one likes them...:)

So camille and i have the same day of birth. and the same last name. and the same A1. we are almost like twins. but not. so obviously, we are gonna party hard on december 16. cause we be 17!!!!!!!! but we wanna do something kinda epic. any ideas anyone...?

I've been thinking so incredibly hard about this party issue delema thing that me and my almost twin have, that when i was driving home from tkd last night i forgot that i was driving. yes, i talk to myself when i drive, and i think that i might just hold conversations with myself too. hand actions and everything. BUT when i realized this, i regained all the sane-ness i had left after 3 hours of kicking, jumping, falling and wanting to curl up and cry, and drove safely home.:) by then i was about two minutes away from my house and i realized that jesus loves me:) i made it home while driving like a total dumb. sorry utah drivers. i guess you shouldn't have given me a license..

Hm yesterday i also had another realization. This one happened when i was doing kicking drills with erin. we were doing defensive roundhouse. and i was just nailing all of them. back. to. back. to. back.  then erin just asked "you fight huh?" and for some reason, i smiled like a total idiot and a said yes. then she said "i can tell. the really good fighters usually have really good round kicks." and for some reason, that TOTALLY made my day. It feels so good to be on the floor again. the smell of the foam mats, the horrid smell from your gear, the burn in the back of your throat after a match, and the awful taste from your mouth guard are somehow all worth it. nothing compares to the rush of a fight. after ten years, i just cant seem to leave it. no matter how hard i try. gahh. addiction? possibly.

[todays championship was won yesterday at practice]

body please love me again:(

bleh so for the past  week i've had allergies and a cold. yeah it was great. i about wanted to die. if it wasn't my nose that was all sickly and runny, it was my eye balls. Or it was my throat. and if it wasn't either of those, it was my stress fracture and shin splint. blehh. easy to say that this week was not my week. usually i just have days like this, not this time. a. whole. week. so glad its over.

 hm so i've come up with a new discovery. tkd and xc are not the same thing. at all. when i quit tkd due to dumb drama, i started xc like a day later. And i've been running just about every single day since. i even went to xc camp:) and the season has been pretty much amazing. go bruins:)

farrrrrrs:) 

second at bob firman:)

second at SUU :)

jayvee:) 

xc cheerleaders?? what??
T-R-U-C-K! keep on truckin all the way!!!

state runner ups. yeah buddy. don'tcha wish you were a bruin?

and i thought going back to tkd after um, 6 or so months wouldn't be all that hard. But it was. My first day back, i about died. Its not really the best feeling going from the top of one team to the noob of another. Everyone there is just so close-knit and its almost intimidating trying to break into that. But everyone was nice enough i guess. It's almost like the first day of high school all over again. You want the "cool kids" to like you but you don't wanna be fake. pretty much i miss my old team. if you'd look in the dictionary under "weird family team who beats each other" we were there:)

our verrry 1st tourney with both schools. pressssh 

this. this happened years before we even knew each other :) and of  course, she prolly kicked by butt in forms and i took sparring. years later and we be besties. i love you britt!

classic

cutest thing ever.

sexy time :)

only in tkd can you kick your friend in the face and hang out afterwards. i love you boys

jew. jews know what they are going. shaked= beast

head hunters:) thats just how we roll

hahah the best thing about all these pictures, it that they are all of  our first tourney together. after about a month of training together and it was such a blast. 

idaho!! one weekend. 46051
360641641 bags. yes. we are teenage girls.

and yes. we trashed idaho:) 

 vegas here we come:)  US open

pairs. Tony pretty much had the most amazing kicks ever. why did i get paired with the amazing kid? who knows 

lets be adventurous in vegas. suchi.. nast

hello norway.

:)

we be weirdies

cute:)

LETS GET MARRIED

state champ:)

call us family:)

Yeah. we've been through it all. And i mean it all. Broken bones, knock outs, international opens, road trips, deep talks with rob:), testings,  locals, some of us even had things, and honestly, i'm sad to have us all leave and do our own thing..

So yes:) after my first tkd workout in month, i remember why i wanted to quit at one point, and why i didn't. So sore. So tired. And ready ferr endurance tomorrow morning.

spiders, future missionaries, tape, and southern america

so today started out pretty good. i woke up on time and got ready on time.(which is always a plus). And twinnies came and we got into sheldon and were off to another amazing day of high school. but something caught my eye. and oh my heck there was a NASTY spider crawling on ellie's leg.  

he looked kinda like that.. only there was one and one a bajillion. but when ellie realized this, she swerved WAY bad into the end of the shared lane.. almost killing all of us. the stupid spider flew and we couldn't kill it. cause we lost it. so me and my sister sat with out feet up on the seat, scared out of our lives. NOT OKAY!!!! !! gahhhh stupid spiders.. 

after that, we went to class like the good little children that we are.. eventually second period came around and me and my bestest chem friend decided that he was gonna write me on his mission:) awwwwww :) yep yep. it was pretty heartwarming. 

we have our pasta dinner coming up before region for cross country and we have it almost all worked out.. pretty much its gonna be coach c's and KARLLLL's second date:) its gonna be pretty great.. we were thinkin candle lit.. roses.. maybe even a table cloth??? yeah. we go FULL OUT.  but haha before we planned all this on the run, i had to get taped. again. the thing is, that it's not really helping.. it still kills. and yeah, tape doesn't fix anything, but it shouldn't hurt THIS bad... oh well... i. hate. tape. BAHHHHH 

the bottoms of my feet look like that. every single day. :P except i don't have hairy legs.. promise. 

anywho.. today i went to mutual for the first time in forever and a half... it was actually way fun.. i didn't realize how much i missed it.:) 

ha so i think i'm gonna go do some homework that needs doin... 

Running is a road to self-awareness and reliance … you can push yourself to extremes and learn the harsh reality of your physical and mental limitations or coast quietly down a solitary path watching the earth spin beneath your feet. But when you are through, exhilarated and exhausted, at least for a moment everything seems right with the world 

where do liars go....?

so for the past week or so, i've been havin killer issues with my leg.. and when your shin hurts, it's kinda hard to run 6 miles.. so i went to the trainer at school. like 4 times. she rubbed me out and then taped my arch, tellin me that my arches are falling and that i need new 200.00 shoes. about that.. ya see, i'm 16 and i don't have a job.. nor do i plan on getting one in the near future.. mostly cause the parentals have made it pretty clear that my "job" is school, taekwondo, and running. so i'm only being the good kid my parents have asked for. right???
so i've been icing and stretching and doing everything that i was told to do.. then all of a sudden there was some kinda nasty lump on the inside of my shin.. oh joy... so i told coach and she said it might be a lactic acid pocket... or some kinda knot.. the trainer said that it was just a knot that would go away. Or it could be the beginnings of a stress fracture. And every day that i would go in after that she said it was more then likely a stress fracture.  Progressively, it got worse. To the point where walking hurt. So i limped:). But with enough advil, you could hardly feel anything..
Bob Firman rolled around and of course i raced. I sucked. But i finished. :/.. thing is that after that, i couldn't walk.. and stairs were death. good thing i live on the second story. But then my daddy noticed me looking all retarded and things so he asked my mommy to make me a doctors appointment. for today. yay... :p
Today i went to practice with hopes of coach c not being there so i could just limp my way home and call it good  for the day. but of course she was there. and i ran. we were gonna go for a 50 but i got to like orem boulevard when coach told me to go back cause i was limping way to much for her liking. so i ran back. well kinda.
But finally 4:10 rolls around and i show up at the doctors office.. there's a thing about doctors offices that makes me kinda iffy about the whole thing.. usually i'm just there for a physical but this time i wasn't.. hmmm... anyways i get there and dr crockett is all smiles. and he asks why i'm there. and i told him the story. Then he asked who i ran xc for and when i said  MV.. he looked at me with huge eyes and said "Wow. You guys have an AMAZING winning tradition and program." haha yeah doc.. we do. we are kinda the shiz... but he poked my leg all pro and then made me get a few x rays.
once they were developed, dang... i have pretty amazing legs.. that's all i can say.


BAHAHAH just kidding :)
But there was a dark spot on my shin and turns out it's a blood pocket thing.. and pretty much, it's just a shin splint that's kinda bad. so tape, ice, and advil should tie me over till after region :) yay. then i'm out for 1 to 2 months.. ha yeah right. 5 weeks tops. if that.. thanks doc:)

Pretty much, you lied to me ashley.. ( i think that's the trainers name...?) you failed me woman..

so that's my life up to the moment.. yep yep:)




Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows it must outrun the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning in Africa, a lion wakes up. It knows that it must run faster than the slowest gazelle, or it will starve. It doesn't matter whether you're a lion or a gazelle when the sun comes up you'd better be running. 

I DA HO!!!!

so this weekend at was homecoming weekend!!!! AWW YEAH! we all know what that  means... assemblies, long lunch, the huge game and, of course, the dance:) but.. ha this year, cross country was up at I DA HO for bob firman.. yeah.. we missed homecoming. the school loves us.
BUT missing homecoming wasn't even that big of a deal anymore. Idaho was SO much fun, i think that  when school rolls around tomorrow morning and we tell our stories, everyone is gonna be jealous that they aren't
cool enough to be on cross country. just sayin..
my day started out with a really good mornin side:) i had to go to make up stuff from last year.. so i got all my xc girls to come with. they all showed up on time.. i showed up about 30 seconds before the opening prayer. yeah. well. it was early. anyways.. they (i'm not sure who 'they' actually are) sang a really pretty song that was like 1360135136136 verses long. Haley was so into it. and i was kinda getting into it, when lauren turned around and said "how long is this song??!" to me and rach.. so i busted out laughing as reverently as humanly possible. we left early cause some of the girls had to turn in homework and i had to pay my fee.. oops. guess i forgot all week.. hahah sorry coach...
The bus ride up was eh, alright. it was as fun as bus rides got. We watched blind side and watching it on charter bus tv's, the screen was really dark.. its kinda hard to watch a movie about a big black man on a dark tv...:/ so i fell asleep.. when i woke up tho, dear old matt was nice enough to fill me in on what i missed. Good movie.
Oh mys.. people in Idaho are so different from people in utah.. for lunch we stopped in some parking lot with a few resturants around and were told to be back in an hour. so megs and kami and i went across the street to hit up jamba :) it was pretty much the best dinner in forever and a half.. when we were on our adventure there, we got like 3 honks and like 2 creepers who tried to talk to us.. keep in mind that we were on the bus for like 3 or so hours.. umm oh those idaho boys... finally, we got to jamba, and half the team was there.. haha great fun. OH! ha maybe its cause i haven't been to the jamba in forever here, but the cashier  up at twin falls yells JAMBA when you buy something then the rest of the workers yell JUICE. its kinda funny. it makes the whole jamba juice experience that much better
when we finally got to the hotel, we had just enough time to check in and get into running clothes to go check out the course. The course itself was pretty bumpy, dusty, and had the killer hill of death. It was only two laps tho.. (better then region when its like 3 laps:P) after that super duper hour of our lives we went back to the hotel and pulled off the impossible.
6 girls.
1 shower.
1 blow drier.
1 straightener.
45 minutes.
yea. somehow we did it!! well almost, i think here was 1 or two girls who didn't full on shower.. sorry ladies:(
but we got down to the bus and beat the boys! first time, the entire trip!:) go us!!! Our bus driver was an amazing driver. he thought we loved idaho so much, that he took us on a tour of the city before actually taking us to the mall. once he FINALLY decieded to take us somewhere where we could eat, most of the girls quickly discovered that food courts are expensive and not that great. so we ran across the street and through a few parking lots and found cafe rio:) There we thought that it'd be fun to start cheering in the middle of the food line... it went a little like this....
"WHEN I SAY CAFE, YOU SAY RIO! CAFE..." then everyone working and some customers went "RIO!!" and then a worker started the cheer:) we be trends setters.. or  cheer starters.. same diff..
On the way back, we made it known that the mountain girls were in idaho:) we cheered out heads off. i think we might just give the varsity cheer girls a run for their money one of these days.
There just happened to be a petsmart like across the parking lot from the bus.. so we thought it'd be pretty epic to buy a goldfish, name him, kiss him for good luck, and then have him live till the arizona trip..
So we bought Filbert Bruin Junior. He was a happy yittle guy.. he only cost 13 cents. but his food was like 3 bucks. We loved you THAT much Filbert. SO we took him home, after annoying the fish man, and let him live in the ice bucket at the hotel.. hehe.. then on race day we put him in a bottle and took him to bob firman.. there, he lasted almost all day... until nate started throwing grapes at him and then baylie let him go into the lake there... so we figured that was the end of Filbert Bruin Junior... RIP yittle guy...
The race itself was way fun. i broke 100 again.. and ran horribly. buuuuuut despite my epic fail, we still pulled off a 3 place finish over all:) atta girls:) jayvee boys took first, varsity boy took fourth and varsity girls took eighth. way to be bruins:)!!!!!!
The bus ride home was great great fun. It was filled with bus surfing, sleeping, random movies like ever after, waking up and having matt explain the entire movie again, back scratches:), rounds of baby do you love me, talking to the kids who NEVER talk to you, and a great great bus driver.
When people asked how homecoming was, i pretty much get to say it wasn't what i expected at all.. i thought my jr year i'd be at the game, then the dance the night after. instead, i got one of the funnest trips ever.... aww yeah<3

hello world:)

hmm so this is my first post in my blog.. in like EVER! pretty epic moment? i think yes:)
ha i know my little blog is kinda oober lame.. but gimme time and it'll be the coolest thing out there. i just can't sit down one day and pimp it out.. my brain would seriously melt.. so it might just take me a while. but promise, it'll get done.

so for the moment, that's it folks..:)