post grad

hi, my name is Ali. 

and i'm graduated:) 

awesome. although the day was far from awesome, it's great to know that i no longer have anything holding me down. i can get up and move out whenever i want:) 

get just about whatever job i want, cause ya know, i'm 18 and graduated..:) 

date whoever i want..

all that sorta jazz:) 

but gah. he's taller then me, stronger then i am, listens to oldies, drives a jeep:) 

and kisses my forehead:) 

and his name's taylor. :) 

he's just about the sweetest kid i've ever met. everything from opens my doors to offering to help me study for my accuplacer test. 

that, my friends, is what i get to call my beau. :)  

senior year at its finest

PROM:)

gah. i finally got to go to prom.

and it was a little overrated...

don't get me wrong, it was SUCH a blast!! i had the best date ever, an amazing dress and awesome shoes.

but it was honestly just another dance..there really wasn't anything special about senior prom as opposed to sophomore homecoming..

but i'm still so happy that i got to go:)

i got asked on thrusday...prom was saturday..

we're cute. we know.

waterfall braid:) stayed in ALL night and was super cute!! Thanks kim!!

the whole look:)

Joshie:)

Prom was a blast:) the best way to start winding down senior year:)

Now, we plan MORP!!!:)

so i was totally going to ask a kid in my spanish class, but he's a sophomore..and i'm a senior...craddle robbing much???

yeah, so i decided to ask a junior in my spanish class:)

we have over 1,000 feet of plastic wrap.

one jeep to cover.

in 45 minutes.

awesome:)

But with the school year winding down, finals, AP testing, and huge reports are all over the place.

in med english, we have this HUGE research paper coming up. i missed one day and i have to have my intro, all my body paragraphs, and my workbook done and ready to take the test on the i don't even know what unit. cardiovascualr i think.

so having the worst senioritis possible, i do everything before i actually work on my paper or workbook...

i clean my car:)

do my laurndry..

vacume my room

and

blog:)

i'll get around to it soon.

after all, my best writing happens around midnight...:)

and somehow, i'm expected to get ready every single morning for school.. yeah, i'm feeling sweats all week:)

a year later...

sometimes things happen and you wonder why..

and in the moment,
it seems like everyone is out to get you, no one understands you, and the world hates you
  but eventually,
you get over it.

and it takes a few nights of crying into your pillow, countless yougurtland trips, sleepovers with your best friends who tell you you're too pretty to be crying over someone like him. and with time
 you get over it.

because you realize that it never would've worked out..

and that you're only 17 and it's not time to really care about boys.

and then once you've fine and moving on in life,
they talk to you again..

and it all comes back

all the reasons you even liked him in the first place...
then when you actually see him,
you realize you're screwed.

because you really do like him.

Then you end up at some park on a monday night with him holding hands
wishing you both could take back everything that was said and done.

trust to be trusted

when i'm a mommy, i'll make sure that my kids feel like they can tell me anything. 

That i'll listen to whatever argument they have to make, and that no matter what i always take their point of view into consideration. Because i know how ridiculous it is to have been one of the few kids to make it through high school without never drinking, getting high or having sex, to bring home decent report cards, to go through over half your life in a sport that you never picked to please your dad and have no one at home not listen to a thing you have to say. To come home early two weeks in a row, and to be told that you can't be trusted. 

i remember once when i was little, i came home crying and my mom put everything down and hugged me and just let me cry. i don't know why, but it ment so much that my mom would do something like that..i felt like i could tell her anything and she'd still love me no matter what.. it doesn't matter how old you get, sometimes a hug from your mom and a solid crying session..not to be told that crying doesn't fix anything.

i want her to care.

i want her to trust me. 

i want her to trust in her parenting that i'll be okay..

that they've taught me right from wrong and if i make mistakes, they'll be my own. 

that paying for stuff isn't going to make anything better...

The harder you tug, the harder they tug. and in the end, no one wins. all you're left with is a strained relationship and puffy eyes in the morning. 

hey hey hey HEY:)

i got a letter :) 

la di dahhhhh :) so my friend Matt left on his mission like FOREVER ago and i told him i'd write him but i didn't wanna  be like the very first person he got a letter from..cause that's be weird.. so i waited....and i waited....and i waited...:) until last week..when it was his final week in the MTC before he got sent to Argentina...and he wrote back:)
yay:) i got a letter...i got a letter..i got a letter...hey hey hey HEY!:)

government and oreos

ladies and gents...

from my almost 4 years of high school, i've learn one thing..

awesome stories really. 

i didn't go to my required-for-graduation-and-keeping-my-full-ride government class for 3 weeks because picnics in the park and coffee sounded so much better...

and the term end this friday.

i have 7 make up papers to write, and a final to take on 3 weeks of U.S.  government that i missed.

oops. 

but no fear!

6 of those 7 papers are done :) 

and it's late..my tummy is grumbling..

so i went and found oreo's.. 

:) 

and now it's 2 in the morning...

i'm rocking out to country music (that i secretly love)

and having a panic attack because of my messy room...

oh yeah.

so once upon a time, i drank coffee...

and loved it...

now..

i have a really bad caffeine addiction..

to the point where my running coach felt bad and let me go home from a workout because i looked like death without my coffee :( 

the word of wisdom is true!!

coffee's soo bad!!!:( but so good at the same time :( 

if anyone knows how to get rid of awful headaches let me know...:) 

i think i'll look homeless tomorrow...

it's only monday

but cute junior and soccer player and kryptonite are all in my classes tomorrow...

ugh, maybe i'll still look homeless...

everyone should get one homeless day a week :) 

paper number 7 isn't even half way done..

somehow the 26th amendment isn't too exciting at 1:43 am..

i want summer:( :( 

ahdjavnuiencdf

and  

my room looks kinda like this...

:( 

jeans

panties in the corner

megan's sweater and skirts...

i think that after paper 7 gets done, i'll clean my room..then maybe go make breakfast...

:) 

or someone should come make me breakfast...

i'm 18. listen to me. or don't. whatever.

my name is ali sanchez, i'm a mormon and i'm pro-immigrant. 

since i am the big one eight, i can vote:) yay for the american dream right?

so like any other responsible teenager interested in the political future of our country, i'm getting informed.

:)

and i came to a simple conclusion. 

i'm a conservative democrat. 

and i would move to canada if Mitt Romney ever got elected. 

immigration is a huge deal in our family. just because we were blessed enough to be able to come here legally doesn't mean that other people shouldn't get the same chances. 

in spanish class,we watched this movie about a girl who gets pregnant, and her baby daddy leaves her. so being the best mom she can possibly be, she decides that the only way she'll be able to provide for her and her son is for her to leave her little boy and cross the border and make a living here and send money back to her little boy living with his grandma. 

then we watched another documentary on little kids who catch trains,and travel by themselves and try to make it into the states. one little girl they highlighted was from Honduras. all her family was in new york and she decided that it was her turn to cross. but she got caught on the border and was forced back. 

families are getting torn apart for the sake of trying to provide a better future for their kids. it's not like these people risk everything they have to come and live here for free. 

i honestly think that if an illegal immigrant comes here, works, pays taxes, tries to be a positive member of society, wants to help their kids get higher education, and follow the laws, there should be some way of helping them become legal. 

however, if they come here and abuse the system and get into trouble, then they don't deserve to be here. 

in the LDS church, we are all about helping others. 

ya?

ya.

then why is this man, who is an avid member of the LDS church wanting to kick all the hundreds of thousands of people who only came here to better their lives out?? 

it seems a little ridiculous and "unchirst like" if you ask me. 

on a monetary perspective, spending so much money on building a fence across the southern border is absoultly the worst way to spend our money. the northern border is twice as long with only 1% of the entire thing secured. where did the terrorists that caused 9/11 come in through?? 

the canadian border. 

also, things like the DREAM act, deserve to be passed. it's not fair to jeopardize kids who were brought here BY THEIR parents. this is just as much their country as anyone else's.  if they want to further their education, they should be allowed to do so.

coming from a family who clearly had someone immigrate, education is stressed like non-other. if i wasn't allowed to continue my education because something my parent's did to better my life, i would be crushed. 

Mitt Romney is a selfish douche. 

the end.