shake what your momma gave you

crimson night. 

easily the funnest night of my college career thus far. 

a bajillion people on a dance floor, music blaring, and lights in your face. 

can it get any better? 

well sure. but we're in college and we don't care. 

i was finally able to go to my very first crimson night. the first time i was invited, i had to take the ACT the next morning..then i had something else and i almost had to work this one. buuut thank the lord someone covered my shift literally two hours before i had to go in. 

so it was off to frontrunner to journey up to salt lake. lemme tell you, the elderly are hopeless. there was an old woman in front of me getting her and her grandson's ticket and it took years. i had to buy mine and run to catch this train. with my whole life in tow. my bag, my back pack full of clothes, my blanket and pillow. 

40 minutes of the polar express later, i was in the city. the grey hound station is right next to the frontrunner stop and there was just something sort of thrilling about being able to jump on a bus and end up in portland or seattle without anyone stopping me. 

one trip to the mall later and we were in the hobbit house getting ready for the night. when in doubt, wear leggings. that's my new rule. unless it's summer. then you wear shorts. no matter what. finally when all the girls were there, the drinks were broken out. including the juice for the DD:) 

holla at yo gurl. we quickly established rules for our "responsibilibuddies"

a responsibilibuddy is someone who 

a. won't let you hook up with anyone less than a 6. 

except if it's britt and a black man because we all don't like black men so we're assuming they're all fair game

b. will hold your hair when you're throwing up

c. won't let you get lost in the crowd 

d. if any article of clothing is coming off, assist.
clothes stay on no matter what. 

e. assist. assist. ASSIST. 

then we also made 4 more rules. 

1. no leaving early alone

2. no crying

3. no throwing up 

4. no secret shots 

a little while later we were ready to party it up. 

we show up and it's the most packed thing i've ever seen. me and crystal have to go in a separate line because we don't have u-cards, so we did that then finally we got in. off to the dance floor we went. 

bodies. sweaty. drunk. bodies. all over. we worked our way to the middle of the crowd and danced the entire night away. usually guys just come up and grab you and you're sorta stuck until a responsibilibuddy gets you away. thank god for britt. every single time some random came up behind me, it'd take about 2 seconds before britt pulled me away. but there was this nice guy who ASKED me to dance. but then i smiled and danced away.. sorry nice guy... had i not had a boyfriend then sure. buuuuut i really like mine way too much. we danced from like 11:30 to 2 am. 

i've come to the conclusion that crimson night does many things. 

it builds confidence for all the guys who get to say they grinded with 379 girls, makes girls feel so pretty. boys all over you the entire time. but then sorta makes you feel weird when girls keep running away from you.. i ran like all night. all in all, so. much. fun.  

because i'm a girl

because i'm a girl, i have opinions:) 

about everything. 

whether i choose to express them, or not, is a different story. but trust me. they're there

from tampons, to the holy war this weekend. 

being a girl sucks. sometimes. but once we all get that lovely visit from aunt flow, we hate it. 

and by the third day...i really just wanna dance. 

ha. hahahahahahahahahah. 

yes. this is exactly why i spend a dollar more on tampons. because of this commercial

it kind of makes my life. 

and who doesn't want colorful tampons??? it just makes the worst week in the month, THAT much better:) 

now on to the 

HOLY WAR!!!

 

this lovely man had this to say in 09

""I don't like Utah," former BYU quarterback Max Hall said after the Cougars beat the Utes in 2009. "In fact, I hate them. I hate everything about them. I hate their program, I hate their fans, I hate everything ... I think the whole university, their fans and their organization, is classless. They threw beer on my family and stuff last year, and they did a whole bunch of nasty things, and I don't respect them, and they deserve to lose.""

Jerk. 

but now BYU has this man...

BUT the U has 

jordan wynn:) 

both teams are coming off losses. but utah is gonna win.

:) 

go utes. 

last few days of bliss...

ladies and gents.
this is the LAST summer that i, ali sanchez, will ever spend being underage
:)
mmhmm.
"with great power (being not 17:))  comes great responsibility(life:P) ."
this spring break, i plan on driving to

with these crazy ladies

:) 

BECAUSE by then i will be 18:) 

and by then, i will have already applied to the following schools

1. the U

2. Boston U

3. BYU-Idaho

4. BYU-Hawaii

and 

yes. 

5. BYU-Provo

for someone who's so against going to the Y, i sure am spending a lot of time, effort, and money to get in. 

but this is why. 

this right here is my dream car. 

cherry red sport wrangler.
removable doors and
topless for the summer sun:)
and this is my current ride..
 
only in green.
petunia has lived a very full life, she is nearing the end of it though. :(
so i need a new(er) car.
guess who offered to buy me a new(er) jeep sport wrangler IF i went to BYU????
these folks.

don't be fooled by their smiles and "i want what's best speech" people.

it's not true. they are out to get me. as simple as that. 

so i've given this much thought.

i'll go to the Y for a semester, get my jeep and then transfer to the U:) 

nope. i have to GRADUATE from the Y :P

BUUUUT 

they never ever specified WHICH byu...:)

hawaii here i come???:) 

BUUUUT :(
i still have my little heart set on going to the U:(


obviously, my parents hate me.

best-facebook-taekwondo-road-tripping friends for ever and ever

once upon a time there was a little girl who got beat up in kindergarten. 

her daddy took immediate action and put her into club taekwondo lessons. 

he put her in lessons without any intentions of taking her out any time soon. 

years and years AND years after, this little girl, named ali, started to love it and be somewhat good. 

eventually, thanks to some crazy man who was determined to ruin her life, 

ali had to leave her first tkd studio and venture to find a new one. 

she ended up with these two ladies..

 

(no joke, that's really her...

no.. really.) 

eventually, one of them screwed us over.. and i had to yet, again, move studios. 

this time with a team.

:)

when i showed up to this new place, i noticed this chick at the front of the line..(my spot usually) and i automatically did not like her. not one bit. 

the feeling was mutual tho. 

as soon as i walked into the back room, i gave my coach a glare that could kill. 

i hated him for making me move here. 

i hated that i had to now fight for my new spot.

and after our first class, 

i hated that she was in front of me cause she was older.

AND 

i hated her because her forms were BEAUTIFUL and our teacher commented on it. 

every 3 seconds.

i hated her.
and she hated me.
BUT
before too long,
we became besties :)
take  a look...

we have issues..

we took on vegas:) 

and haunted houses 

vegas:) 

"anything can get done with big boobs."

POCAELLO! 

color fest:) 

besties kick each other in the face before homecoming.
not a big deal
and now, she's leaving for the U!!! AHHH
basically, we're awesome ninja's who have an addiction to coffee.
go us:)
oh and britt, if you come home and we don't get together. i will kill you:)