Meet Cue.

So here I shall begin the entries of blogness. :] I warn you that I type with smiley faces all the time to help show emotion ;D soo get use to it.

I would have to be the Allie Roberts. I'm sure there are many, but none quite like me. 8]] As I enter the scene you look across the room to see a small girl. Guess her age? 12? 13? or maybe a young looking 14 year old? No. I'm afraid you'd be wrong. I, in fact, happen to be 15 years into my life. Now, after your attempt to measure age from a first glance, you begin to look closer. You see that I stand at about 5'2", give or take a few centimeters. My brown hair is more bush like than hair like, and really isn't in any sort of style as it just lays slightly beneath the shoulders. My clothes are not in style either, but you'd have to give me credit for comfort level. I seem to be wearing a pair of jeans, and a tank top. Nothing all that exciting or great. My shoes? Well it's hard for you to see much of them under the jeans, but you can tell they are brown. You then begin a closer examination of my face. No make-up, or really none that stands out. Quite covered in zits, you can't help but feel slightly bad for me. My eye bags, a very dark purple color, you'd have to wonder why. (nothing interesting, just allergies) My lip, slightly chapped, seems to have a pouting bottom half. My nose, well it's a nose... nothing you find to terrible though. My eyes, well discounting the eye bags underneath, are perfectly fine, perhaps maybe even pretty. You give me one more over look, find it slightly strange that the only type of accessory I happen to be wearing is a couple of hair bands on my wrist. Not very pretty, yet somehow not ugly. A strange little person, you think to yourself. You then end your thoughts about me, and we each continue in our own lives. But, do you ever wonder perhaps, what I had been thinking of you for that small time?

So that my friend, is our meet cue. When we both give the other a good look, and for a little bit try and figure them out. We may, or may not, have been talking the entire time. In which case you may have noticed my braces, and evaluated what you thought about my voice. Nonetheless, that was the beginning, and possibly the end of our story together. Now you go on and live your life, perhaps I enter it on and off, but for the most part it is yours. I then go off and continue living mine.

I wake up in the morning by that cruddy alarm. My first thought is about a someone I would rather not be thinking about. I turn my head towards my sister Veronica. Hoping she'll turn off the dang thing as a once again close my eyes. Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Be-. The noise stops and I feel relived. Oh c**p! It's 9:15.. I should have been up like an hour ago... I apparently fell back to sleep... again. o.- My thoughts then go on a rabbit trail about the someone again. I check the clock often, telling myself I'll get up the next minute, but never having the will to do so. 9:30... I had delayed for as long as I should. I force myself to get up, and by 9:50 I am finally dressed with my bed made. I walk into the kitchen trying not to look drowsy, especially considering the fact that I slept in way to late. I pull out a box of cereal and pour myself a bowl. Abbey asks something obnoxious and perky. All the ways I could murder her run through my mind. I ignore her and hope I don't get scolded for the deed. My parents believe that when someone asks you a question they deserve a reply and ignoring them was showing you didn't care. I think they knew I did NOT care about hardly anyone after first awakening... and silence I felt, was the only reply she deserved. As my day continues on, I do school for parts of it, day dream for most. I usually have an interesting discussion with my mother or my brother Drew. Most likely goof off with Abbey (after 12 that is) and laugh about stupid stuff that other people hardly find fun. Hang out with Vron for a good portion of it. Myspace just for the sake of avoiding school, or because I feel like it's my duty to reply to people... and on the rare occasion for the sake of refreshing the page... over... and over.... and over... hoping that maybe, just once, something will actually appear. So after the day has been done with and my father returns from work; my family eats a dinner and has nice conversation. We then usually watch something on tv, or some movie. If luck is on my side, ice cream is also provided. So there is an uninteresting just average day in my life... my future posts will NOT be about these days... they'll be about the interesting friend-filled ones :]] and maybe on occasion my thoughts.

So that's how I have decided to begin this... hope you enjoyed my strange, obscure, and not-that-well-written nutshell of myself.
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