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:)