I Make No Sense. Carrots.

"I've never really been in love and that is fine by me. I'll sit at home and refine the person I want to be."

OH gosh! Life doesn't slow down! This week was supposed to be allyson-is-actually-going-to-for-real-catch-up-on-things week. However, I am not going to bore you with the relentless schedule of yours truly.

This picture has probably been relevant for my entire life. Sigh.

I did, however greatly enjoy the We The Kings concert. It was quite intense, and my body was deprived of comfortable needed functions for a very long time, but I've recovered folks. Between nearly frost bitten, to being the hottest I have been since the heat of summer, to ignoring bathroom needs because reaching the bathroom was impossible once you entered the mass of people, to not even remembering the last time I ate food of any sort... I was pretty okay with all of these things. I don't have great appreciation for many mainstream bands, but I've been fully convinced that We The Kings are legit. We stayed after and met them. They are great people, as well.

I've tried to label my taste in music so many times. How do you label a girl who would appreciate sitting in a small cafe listening to Iron & Wine as much as losing her ear drums listening to Muse in a giant arena? Add that with everything heard of and unheard of in-between, and it's just not possible. I used to have this massive list of my favorite artists back in the days of MySpace. This got too cluttered. Then I forced myself to have a list of five solid artists. This proved itself worthy of longevity... for a bit. After this, I said I like a lot of different things, pretty much anything. Then I make myself sound like a girl who's music taste doesn't extend from what's played on the radio. After this, I simply said my "favorite music" was too long of a list. More recently, I attempted a list again. This didn't last long, as I remembered time after time artists I wanted to add.

Finally, ladies and gentlemen, I think I have discovered a label for my taste in music. Under my "favorite music" tab on facebook now, I have describe it as eclectic.

This describes my taste in a wide variety of music, with a word that makes it sound at least a little bit intelligent.

Eclectic. I like this word.

So, two nights ago I had to do something that I wasn't particularly fond of, and don't always completely agree with. However, the better part of me knows it was the right thing to do... I think. Really, it's hard for me too... this break up of sorts. I promise, I have not become one of those cryptic girls who talks about her problems so vaguely like she doesn't want people to know, but secretly she's waiting to dish to everyone who asks. I just am unsure who will all read this, and I don't want to add fuel to fire. I just want to let those who have kept up on things in my life, that I did this breaking up of sorts. Everything is blowing up, and I'm trying to handle it as best as possible. All is not well, but it will be soon. I pray.

I've been receiving a lot more feedback on my blog recently, and it's a little bit intimidating. I almost feel a tinge of pressure to write something actually worth while. I may not though, just to warn you. Some days, little thought process goes into the fancied thoughts regurgitated from this ol' brain of mine. Most days I write in this as a means of therapy, kind of... because I have to write, as opposed to actually having something to say.

Random CrAzY FUN FACTS!

I'm still chugging along in the Harry Potter series. Class discussion is

becoming intriguing.

I just learned Promise the Stars on my uke, I'll sing harmony and Stacy will

sing melody. It's fun. :]

LOST LOST LOST

Rad: LOST. Michael Buble's voice... and face.

Unrad: Not being able to watch Lost with Jeff and Matt after Lancer Singers with popcorn and explaining every little thing to Matt, because some people are just a little slower than others. ;]]

Also, Break-ups of sorts.

eye luff ewe.

"Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall."