Robbie is the master of hilarity.

Its true.

"You're kinda yellow though" - Robbie.
"Yes I am. Yellow and proud. I enjoy being a banana" - Me.
"Yeah, I bet. I'm sure you like eating them too. Or sucking them. Whichever you choose" - Robbie.
I thought I would die laughing.
Funniest text messages ever sent.

What it be, my loverlies?
I be great.
Today was the epitome of amazing.
Slept in.
Woke up at like 11 for the first time innnn, months?
Then ate breakfast.
Watched basketball with Mama.
In the midst of that, we hear a hardcore muffler system pulling up outside.
We hop up.
And guess who it is?
MY DADDYYYYYY!
Even though we live like 10 minutes away and talk all the time, I was still happy to see him since I'm not at home haha.
He just showed up.
Unexpectedly.
Surprised me like crazy.
Came in and started watching the game with us and talking.
Then we went out shopping for a little bit.
Then came back here and ate some chili beans.
Then talked to Mama, Johnny, Melody, and Kaitlyn.
Then Mel and Kaity left.
Then a little while later daddy left.
Then I watched more basketball with mama.
Almost all of my favorite teams won, which was beast.
Then mama and I went out and got pizza.
Came home and we all ate.
Watched more basketball.
Like one game took 3 hours, literally.
And it was originally supposed to be at 4, but because of a water-main break it was pushed back to 7.
Then it didn't end until about ten.
Which is abnormal.
Because most college games usually last about 2 hours.
This one lasted 3.
It went into two overtimes.
That's why.
And that's beast.
So yeah.
Then I started texting Robbie.
He's hilarious.
Love him non-romantically.
I mean I used to like him, but that was before my lovely fiance walked into my life.
Oh how I love my Wesley Justin Dale Hampton.
Anyhow.
Robbie and I texted for a while.
And now I'm doing absolutely nothing.
I'm about to watch some Shane.
That should be great.
Love himmm.
In a partially romantic way.
Hehe.

Oh, and I downloaded some RammBammFammTastic music today (:
AND put it on my iPod.
ALL on the same day, for the first time in who knows when.
So excited.
And got my uniform choices together for mis animadoranitas.
They're going to be so excited.
I know I am, anyway.
So yeah.
And now I'm about to actually look over what I have to do for my stupid English paper.
Seeing as how it's due like Wednesday.
And also seeing as how I hardly read Hamlet.
So I might wanna sorta get on trying to write that.
Who knows?
I might hand it to Wes and say "babyyyyy" and smile seductively.
Then it'll definitely get done.
Haha.
Sike.
I'll do it.
He's busy enough.
I mean its not easy dealing with me 24/7 (:

SHABBA!

Wish I could tell you how I feel, everything that I'm working for is yours.

Loverlies of mine, I hope you're doing well.
Wow, that totally sounded like a line out of Hamlet or something.
EWWWW. Hamlet. So I definitely failed that test today.
Bleck.
I think I may have gotten a 2 for putting my name on it.
MAYBE.
Possibly.
But I'm not for sure.
Either way, I didn't do that well.
So yeah.
Welcome to getting another B in English.
I mean, can someone please explain to me how I can get an A in SPANISH, but not ENGLISH?
I speak ENGLISH.
Like, its my native language.
And yet, I can get an A in a language that is not my native language.
SPANISH.
I mean, I'm not complaining.
But still.
It's on a whole new level of ridiculous.

I'm jamming right now.
Casanovaaaaa.
Old School Jam.
But I love it.
My mom and dad both love it^infinity.
It's great.
By Gerald Levert.
Jammmmmmmmmmmm.

Wes is good.
Mom is good.
Step-loser is... step-loser.
And everything and everyone else is doing pretty good.
It's hard to believe that on Sunday, it will have been two weeks.
Wow.
Sorry for continually bringing that up in my blogs.
It just hurts really bad I guess.
Its like consuming a part of my brain.
And my heart.
But whatever.
Enough depression.

Winston is still a jerk.
Okay, so yesterday at school.
For example.
I felt my sugar dropping, so I went to the snack machine and got a honey bun.
And OF COURSE he sits at the end where I have to slide past him to get out to leave the room.
And OF COURSE he was leaning back in his chair where I couldn't get through without asking him to move.
So I said "Excuse me" and he just looked at me and slid his chair up.
Then I came back from the snack machine and he was still leaning back in his chair.
So I said "Excuse me" again.
And again, he glared at me and moved his chair.
So then about 15 minutes or so later I got up to put the little plastic wrapper in the trash.
And he was STILL leaning back in his chair.
So I said "Excuse me" again.
And you know what happened.
So then after I walked to the trash can and back, he had already leaned back in his chair that quickly.
So of course I had to say "Excuse me" one more time.
And he just looked at me again and slid his chair up.
But while he did so, he said something under his breath.
Wanna know what he said?
Would you like to know?
"Damn, you need to either find a new seat or stop eating so much".
EXCUSE THE FUCK OUT OF ME, MISTER, BUT EITHER YOU NEED TO STOP BEING A JERK OR MOVE BACK TO NEW YORK SINCE YOU LOVE IT SO DAMN MUCH!
And take your nonchalant, son of a bitch, know-it-all, cold-hearted dad back with you.
You can leave your mom and sister.
They're the only nice ones out of your entire family.
So thanks, not nice knowing you.
Goodbye, bitch.

THEN, of all things.
Today I was sitting down talking to Aiden in the computer lab.
And Britney walks in.
And she was talking to Aiden and I about getting our licenses.
And I explained that I could have my license if it weren't for Winston.
And him taking driving group un-necessarily when he can't even get his license until May.
When I could have had mine in January.
So then Aiden looks at me.
And he looks really sad all of a sudden.
And then that expression of sadness turns into one of fury as his corneas ignite in a field of fire.
I was mildly horrified, I must say.
And he turns to me and says, "Allie, I want to tell you something, but I feel like if I do I'll be betraying my friendship with someone else".
And I asked if it was Winston.
He said yes.
I said oh.
He said "Well, I don't care. You're my better friend and I care about your feelings much more than I do his."
I smiled.
He lets out this SuperMegaMexicanGrandeSized^Infinity sigh.
And looks me deep in my eyes.
And says.
"Yesterday, Winston made me so mad. He was mad because you kept having to get past him to go to the snack machine and trash can and whatnot. He looks at me and says "Someone needs to get that bitch a tractor-trailer full of Twinkies, a big dumpster, and a big keg of root beer so she'll never have to get by me again. All those honeybuns are going straight to her ass and I can't scoot up to this table much farther before I become a part of it, so she's gonna have to move because I'm annoyed and she's as fat as hell".
I thought I was going to explode.
Britney came over to me and massaged my shoulders in an effort to get me to calm down.
Aiden looked worried.
I got so mad I could have punched a hole right through the wall I was next to.
I thanked Aiden for telling me and gave him a hug.
Then Britney a hug.
And walked out.
I was so pissed, a toilet looked at me and said "daaaaaaaaaaamn, way to take all of my business".
Okay so that was majorly lame, but you get the idea.
Point is, Winston is the biggest jerk ever and just needs to drop it.
Before I drop an A-bomb on his head.
So yeah.
Take that.

I mean I know I shouldn't have let it bother me.
Because I'm over him.
I really am.
Wes and I are totally and madly in love, and Winston doesn't stand a chance of coming between that.
But still, it just hurts to think that I was ever even slightly interested in that jerk.
May I just say,
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Yeah, that about does it.

Well enough anger and depression for one post I suppose.

SHABBA!

I've Seen Nights Full Of Pain, Days Of The Same.

Yup yup, so true.

Hello my darlings.

I apologize for not posting for so long.

To make an epic story short.

One of my good friends passed around the same moment that I was posting on my other blog.

You know, the one I co-write with Jesse.

And I was basically stunned to think that I was going along and living my life the way I want to while he will never have the chance to because his life is now over.

So yeah, upset I was.

Well, Johnny's on a whole new level of ridiculous.

But I mean its only gonna take one more level before I totally explode.

And he's steadily approaching that level.

So it won't be long, I'm going to explode.

Like an a-bomb.

Like baking soda and vinegar in a paper machete volcano.

Like kitties who eat rat poison.

Okay so it won't explode.

But you get my point.

Either way, I'm going to go offffffffff.

Like a horny boy watching Girls Gone Wild.

Or a horny girl.

Whichever you prefer to fantasize about.

Wes is good.

Tired.

But good.

I'm tired too.

Like crazy.

Exhausted.

Yawning.

About to be snoring.

I'm gonna turn on the chainsaw, as my mom would say.

Oh how I love my mom.

Hehe.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot.

Twin's birthday party was THE BEST.

I had the greatest time in the history of great times.

Like fo. Serious.

Listened to music, played RockBand, ate, played "Truth or Dare," and "I Never".

Well, sort of in that order.

Anyway.

In "I Never" we all told secrets about ourselves.

That was fun.

Then we played "Truth or Dare".

I was undecided.

"Pick truth, pick dare?" said my head.

I picked dare.

And guess what my dare was.

Just guess.

I had to kiss Twin's big toe.

It was quite comical, actually.

People took pictures.

And Twin said it felt really weird.

But really really good in a weird way.

I think I'm now going to make toe-kissing a profession.

And Tiffany was dared to give Twin a lap dance.

That was funny also.

I know what I would have done if I had to give someone a lap dance.

I can just picture it now.

Because I'm just so good at those things.

You know.

It's just me.

It's who I am.

So now I'm going to go fantasize about lap dances.

Ooooh.

Yumm.

About as yummy as that pizza at Twin's party.

Little Caesars was gettin' it.

Like whoa.

SHABBA!

We're Goin' Out Tonight, To Kick Out Every Light.

Today was HellaDank.

Like fo. Serious.

I'd tell you what I did, but if you want to know that bad, you could just read my other blog.

That I co-write with Jesse.

And it's amazing :]

Just like him.

Anyway.

UVA and Tech play tomorrow.

I think Mom and I are going to watch the game together.

It should be great.

Can't wait.

But I have to help Melody move some furniture around tomorrow.

Then on Sunday I'm gonna help her move more furniture.

So yeah.

Should be a pretty fun time.

Minus the work.

Haha.

Oh, I made up a few new routines last night.

:]]]]]].

They're beeitchinn.

I love them.

That's something most people wouldn't guess about me.

That I choreograph dance routines.

I don't think most people think I can.

Hell, sometimes I can't.

But I work with it.

Because I'm good like that.

Haha.

But anyway.

I made up this whole new move that I'm really proud of.

It's hypadeaf.

Yeah, that's my new word.

Hypadeaf.

I'll say it.

You'll like it.

Beeitch.

That sounds like I got stung by a bee and it itches.

But instead it just hurts.

I hate bees.

I'm so scared of them.

But not like I am snakes.

I'm scared of snakes on a whole new level.

Wow, okay, now I'm really scared.

Anyway.

What I was talking about.

Dancing.

I'm often underestimated about it.

And yes, I know I suck.

I'm aware of this, thanks.

But don't put anything past me, because I'll definitely prove you wrong.

That's just my mentality.

And I know that my closest friends even think I can't do it.

But that's fine.

I'm cool with it.

Oh yeah.

Get this.

THEY ARE TRYING TO GET RID OF THE CVCC EARLY COLLEGE PROGRAM.

I'm so mad.

Like I'm as pissed as a toilet.

You just don't know.

And only like five people share my frustration.

Everyone's just trying to be passive about it.

But I'm sorry.

This chick isn't standing for it.

And anyone who has a problem with it can suck my big toe.

And smoke it in their piece pipe.

And take it to the bank.

And smother it in banana pudding.

And whatever the hell else they wanna do with it.

Cuz I'm gonna stop it.

Well, I'll try to, that is.

I'm not going down without a fight.

I've got people behind me.

Not all that many, but I'm working on that.

And I won't give up.

I'll fight like it's the Civil War all over again.

That's right, bitch.

Eat that gunpowder.

Wow, that was lame.

On that note.

SHABBA!

I Want Your Leather-Studded Kiss In The Sand.

That's one heck of a jamm ! right there.

It's Helladank.

Hehe, told you I'd steal that Twin :]

Yo, yo, yo, what's the dillio, my loverlies?

No school today.

Again.

Heaven, tis.

(:

LerveLerveLerve.

Eye wunt yer lerveeeee.

Gaga is me and Twin's LyricalLover, just so you know.

So yeah, I didn't sleep much last night.

Like three hours or less.

Blahh.

But it's all good.

Minus that, I'm good.

I think I am gonna try to go back to sleep though.

Cuzzzzz I'm exhausted.

Oh yeah, he accepted!

Whoooo!

Well that's like two days old news.

But whatever.

Still exciting to me.

Hehe.

Even though nothing's gonna happen.

But yeah.

That doesn't make me any less excited.

Wes is snoring.

Like crazy loud.

Its ridiculous.

He sounds like a damn jackhammer.

Grr.

Rawr.

Means I love you in dinosaur.

(:

Oh how I love my fiance who is in terrible need of some BreatheRight strips.

I had a pretty good day yesterday.

Woke up, did nothing.

Took a nap.

Went to the library for a few minutes.

Then to the post office.

Then to the store.

Then home.

Attempted to take another nap.

Went out with Melody to get her aunt from school.

Came home.

Took another nap.

Went and chilled with Melody and Kaitlin.

Then we played make-up/photoshoot/princesses (:

It was superduper fun.

Melody did our make-up and my hair, and I did Kaitlin's hair.

We looked RammBammTastic, my dear.

And then we took pictures.

Then we got Kaitlin out of the house to come see mom.

She was about to go crazy if she didn't get to come see mom haha.

It was kinda sad.

So yeah.

Then.

My day.

Turned epic.

I took my math test.

For the second time.

Failed.

For the second time.

Got upset.

For the second time.

And Twin calmed me down.

For the billionth time.

I love my Twin.

Jesseeeeeeeeee!

Hehe.

Well I've rattled on about nothing long enough.

So I'll go now.

Have a good one, loverlies.

Love you, I do.

(:

Oh, and allow me to add,

I CANNOT WAIT FOR OH YES TEE GEE!!!!!!!!

You just do NOT understand.

I'm so excited.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh.

Say ahhhhhhhhhhhh, if you want me say ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I want OSTG.

So I'm gonna say ahhhhhhhhhhhh.

I just heard the funniest song lyric ever.

"Better do like Jamieeeee,

And blame it on the liquor,

He works every time,

Patron you my nigga. Haaaaa"

Minus the "n" word.

That's hilarious.

SHABBA!

(:

Every Little Step I Take, You Will Be Thereee.

Yes, I'm singing Bobby Brown.

Haha.

Hello my loverlies.

I rest assured that you rested well.

That sounds cool.

Except not.

Anyway.

Today has been pretty good so far.

Ma woke me up to help her in the kitchen.

Which I really actually didn't mind.

Then we ate.

And now I'm chillin.

Like a villian.

On penicillin.

Fo serious.

I love my Twin.

That was random, but I do.

Oh, and Wes is kinda in a mood.

Oh well.

Ma and I are gonna sit here and watch the snow fall while Wes bitches.

What else is new?

Oh yeah, my heelstretches are getting better.

Same can be said for my scorpions.

But I've lost hope for my bow-n-arrows.

I'm talking about cheerleading stunts, for those of you who may be looking at this with an air of confusion.

I'm practicing my stunts for camp this summer.

'Cuz if I can't do the crap, then how on earth should I expect my little 12 year olds to do it?

So yeah.

I haven't done them in like 3 years.

So they looked crappy.

But they're getting better.

:]

So excited.

And I'm sure no one cares about that.

But oh well.

No one ever cares.

Ever.

It's just a fact I'll have to accept.

And I'm okay with that, surprisingly.

Well, I'm trying to be, anyway.

Oh, there are two games coming on todayyyy :]

UVA versus someone and VT versus someone.

Uber happy, she is.

Sí sí sí, mí amigo.

Or amiga, depending on your genetic appendage.

The snow is beautiful.

Like fo. serious.

I'm overusing that saying, but I don't care.

Oh well.

And that one.

But oh well.

I just feel like saying "GaGaGaGaGaGaGaGaGaGa" for some reason.

Who knows?

I don't.

I never do.

Again, another life fact to accept.

But yeah.

SHABBA!

I FORGOT ABOUT THATTTT!

From here on out, I'm going to end my blogs with some form of the word SHABBA!

Either with just the word, or with some creative dream I've created in my non-creative mind.

Yup, another life fact.

I'm not creative.

Accept it, I'm doing.

SHABBA!

Now The Party Don't Start 'Til I Walk In.

Don't stop, make it pop, DJ blowin' my speakers upppp!

:)

Hey loverlies.
How be you?
I be great.
Thanks for askin'.

Ew, he had man-boob-cellulite.
Ha, sorry.
I'm watching a basketball game and this guy's chest was showing through the side of his jersey.
It looked like he had cellulite on his man-boobs.
Nerstay.
Bleck.

So yeah, I had a pretty great day.
Minus failing that pre-calc test.
Epic. Fail. Like. Fo. Serious.
I left like half of the test BLANK.
It was ridiculous.

I. Want. O.S.T.G.
:]
Soooo feinding.
You just wouldn't believe.
That finale was orgasmic.
Pahaha, for some reason, that reminded me of "THIS COOKIE TASTES LIKE PROSTITUTION!"
That was beyond hilarious.
Oh how I love my Twin.

Well, I guess I've bored you enough for tonight.
Hope all is well with my loverlies.
:]
Slumber peacefully, my darlings.
Ew, that sounded like Cruella DeVille [*sp].

Kathy Lee & Hoda Is The Dumbest Show Ever.

Well, besides Jersey Shore.
Shnookie or whoever she is needs to just stfu.
I'm really about to send her that Shanaynay vid.
Like fo. Serious.

Ahhhh how I love Shane Dawson :)
He's the epitome of the epitome of amazing.
If that makes sense.
Because you know how things make sense in your mind, but when you tell someone else, they're really complicated?
Yeah, story of my life.
But oh well. It's just part of my awesomeness.
And yeah, there's a lot of it.

I miss Twin.
I definitely can't wait for OSTG!
:) :) :) :) :) :)
Whoo, super hyped!

Oh, and for those of you who care, Wes and I have changed the color of our attire for the wedding.
Instead of lavendar or emerald, it's now tangerine.
We both saw the color and totally fell in love with it.
So I'm wearing a beautiful dress, I'll post pictures.
And Wes is wearing a stunning tux.
And the groomsmen are wearing amazing tuxes with tangerine vests and ties and white shirts.
And my bridesmaids are wearing the most goregeous bridesmaids dresses I've ever seen.
And my little neice, Jayla, is wearing the most adorable flower girl dress.
And her sister, Adalyn, is wearing a darling tangerine "junior bridesmaid" dress.
And mom's dress?
WHOO it is BANGIN!
She loves it.
I'll post pictures of all these, by the way.
But yes, its great.
And we're still working on the whole "best man" thing.
Wes and I are gonna sit down and have a talk about it later.
Should be fun. Loads. Of laudry. Dirty, Filthy Laundry.
Hmm, I wonder if Wes has any dirty laundry.
I need to find out.
Anyway.
Love you, Loverlies.

Headaches = Ouch.

Yeah, that's an understatement.
It's ridiculous.
I have a daily ritual of having headaches.
It's pretty bad.
But oh well.

Minus that, life is pretty good.
Wes is right beside me watching ESPN.
Oh how we both love ESPN.
Tomorrow, we're going out after work to meet with the Wedding Planner.
And no, not J-Lo.

And next week, I'm taking a field trip.
Jesse, Derek, Wes, Kira, Devon, Jack and I are going out to the bridal shop and tux place.
We're going to get all of our attire straight for mine and Wes's wedding.
Even though its not gonna be until September.
We kind of just want to go ahead and get that done.
I'm wearing white, I know that.
Wes is wearing a black tux.
My bridesmaids are wearing a lavender-ish color.
Same for Wes's groomsmen.
Well, they're wearing black tuxes with lavender-ish vests and ties and whatnot.
And my mom and dad are too.
And who cares about Wes's mom?
She probably won't even be there.
And I don't care.
And I don't think Wes does either.
But then again, I think it bothers him, but he won't admit it.
He'll never admit it.

Well, I'm going to go work on some Pre-Calculus.
Because I have reduced my intelligence from practicing law to studying for this stupid class.
Geeze, why I have to take this dumb class to verify my degree, I'll never know.
But no matter, I've done it before, I can do it again.
If I could do it in high school, what's different from now?

Goodbye, Loverlies.

Yo.

Hey.
Hi.
Howdy.
Hola.

:)

I miss Jesse.
Like terribly.
We need to have our BOHO.
Now.

I think Wes and I are back to normal.
Since he proposed, it's been non-stop love.
And I couldn't ask for anything more.
I can't believe I ever wanted to go back to Shamir.
Thank you, Jesse, for talking me out of that.
And for talking me out of going back to Heath.
I'm so done with any other males besides Jesse, Derek, and Wes.
My three men.
Oh how I love them dearly.

Well anyway, I've rambled enough about my fabulous love life.
I'm just so happy.
Love you, loverlies.

Stalkers.

Like fo. Serious. Stalkers should be banned. Swear. I have stalkers. Their names are Zack, Fred, and Scotty. And no, not Scott from my past. But yeah, they're stalking me, and I hate it. I think Wes hates them more though. He's like pacing right now because he's so mad. He's ranting. It's ridiculous. He's making me nervous kind of. But oh well. I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't go bust a cap in someone. I'd laugh. That's what stalkers deserve.

But on a lighter note, we've decided what we're naming our first child. Chlamydia Demensia. I think it's beautiful, personally. Jesse came up with it and Wes and I instantly fell in love with it. Its either that, or Amalia Kyelin. Jesse hates that name, but whatever. He can suck it, just like he always does to Derek :P Hahaha. Well, that's all for this blog. I should totally vlog, like SD, but since I can't because this stupid webcam doesn't work, this will have to do :) Hehe. NightyNight Loverflies.