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Interesting, huh? LoL. I just had an urge to write - and nothing fiction for once. Hense, this little corner of the world wide web is dedicated to none other than yours truly.
Why am I telling everyone about myself when absolutely no one even asked for it? Because I feel like writing about myself and analyzing myself for a bit, that's why.
I don't really care if I sound vain in any way, shape or form. I just wanna write. So bear with me here, would ya?
I'm eighteen years old. Yup, I'm legal. To a certain extent, anyway. My birthday is near the end of September, I've been legal for a few months now. What did I do now that I'm legal... Well I didn't vote, I never had time to register. I did get my ears pierced for the third time, without having my mommy there, which was interesting. I went to Evolution and Amnesia. Yes, I got carded. I always get carded. I'll be carded until I turn 30, my mother still gets carded and she's... Older than me. She'd kill me if I reveal that she's not 29 (for the tenth time).
I never use my actual name on the internet. Why? Privacy issues. Everyone has these, and no one tells all. Not even to people they've known "forever" in chat rooms. Only my *friends* (the ones I have in *real life*) know my actual real name. So, instead of using my actual name, I go by one of my many nicknames, Ali. There are millions of others, Leigh, Als, Shorty, Leeshy, Leeshy-Bunni... I could go on forever and you could probably guess my name from these subtle little hints I'm throwing out. But my LAST name, however... I use a variety of those, strictly to make life interesting. Sometimes it's Morray, sometimes it's Morris, sometimes it's Moran... I do this just to keep the insanity alive.
I'm fairly short for my age. Five foot three is NOT tall by any standards. Of course, my Mom's only five feet tall, but my BABY SISTER is five foot four... she's only 13. That girl is gonna be five foot nine when she gets done growing, and I am not gonna be happy about it. This irks me to no end, but I suppose I should just get over it and learn to wear platform shoes or I'm gonna be short and annoyed all my life.
I love Hanson music. I've loved Hanson music since I was thirteen years old, since Hanson released MMMBop on March 24th, 1997. I've loved the band for four years of my life, and as sad as it sounds, I honestly don't think I could ever bring myself to say that I don't like them anymore. I was such a teenybopper in my day, I went the whole nine years - the posters, TAYLOR on my forehead in eyeliner, not speaking to friends because they wouldn't call me Mrs. Taylor Hanson, bugging the hell out of DJs because they wouldn't play a Hanson song for me, calling up caterers for mine and Taylor's wedding... I was pathetic. But all that is behind me now - I love Hanson music because... I just do. And if I hear of any turn-your-head-and-whisper rumors going around, just remember this - Hell hath no fury than that of ME when I'm pissed off.
But that doesn't mean that I don't like other music. I've been a Pop Princess for the past few years, I'll be the first to admit it... But I've been getting into more alternative stuff. I'm loving the new Nickelback song, I'm begging my cousin Chris to learn it. I love 3 Doors Down, Matchbox Twenty, Limp Bizkit, Eminem... There are tons others. Let's just say that I'm not the world's biggest Backstreet Boys fan anymore. To tell the truth, Drowning sounds way too much like every other Love Song BSB has released, and I can't stand listening to it more than once in a one-week period. And no, I didn't run out and buy Celebrity the second it went onsale, and I still didn't get The Hits: Chapter One, and I don't intend to.
Writing, as well as music, is my passion. I've recieved a few awards for my writing, which I am very proud of. One from the National Library of Poetry, and two Editor's Choice Awards from the Institute of Children's Literature. I feel that I'm, at the least, a *decent* writer, and I'm going to continue to write for as long as I have a hand to do it with.
I've been singing since I could speak, I've been reminded of that fact so many times by my grandmother. I've wanted to be a singer for so long, I honestly don't remember a time when I didn't climb on top of the coffee table and belt out a tune from The Little Mermaid. My mother begged me to find another "stage" since I usually did more falling off of it than singing on it, but I never listened, causing me to get stitches above my right temple. But I never stopped singing and dancing and performing, no matter how much physical pain it caused me. As soon as Britney Spears broke out in the US... Jeez. I wanted to be the one on tour with 'N Sync, the one dancing onstage, the one signing autographs. Granted, I was only about fifteen at the time, but I saw that she wasn't much older than I was, and I found out that she had been singing for years. Then she turned into a skanky whore and I didn't like her as much, LoL. But I still wanted to be on that stage and I still do, and I'm not going to stop until I sign my name on a record contract that ties me up for the next six years of my life. And I SWEAR that I'm going to be signing one before my twenty-first birthday. So basically, I'm going to keep singing until someone asks me, "Could you please stop singing?"
I'm a tomboy. I've never liked wearing dresses and skirts. Currently, as I type this, I'm wearing jeans, a t-shirt that says HOTTIE on it in blue glitter and socks. If I had it my way, then I would have worn pajamas to my senior prom. I just never liked dressing up, never liked makeup... Consquently, I have no idea how to apply eyeliner properly. Well, I know how to put it on, but not without poking myself in the eye fifteen times. So, usually, I just stay away from makeup unless I have a zit or something that needs to be covered up. Maybe I'll grow out of my tomboy stage, but for now, I think I'll stay in my jeans and sneakers.
I LOVE concerts. I've been to twenty concerts and counting. Usually, I win tickets (pretty decent seats, too... front row for Eiffel 65) to them from radio stations, but it depends on my luck. So far, I have seen (prepare yourself, this is kinda long): Tim McGraw, Little Texas, Blackhawk, Toby Keith, Billy Ray Cirus (I was eleven, gimme a break), Hanson, Backstreet Boys, Aaron Carter, Athenium, Goo Goo Dolls, 98 Degrees, Jordan Knight, Blessid Union of Souls, Shaggy, The Badlees, 'N Sync, Sugarhill Gang, Third Storee, Mandy Moore, PYT, EYC, LFO, Boyz 'N Girlz United, Sk8te, Mary Mary, Voice V, R Angels, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Foo Fighters, Eiffel 65, Run DMC, Pink, B*Witched, No Authority, Leslie Carter, A*Teens, i-5, My Town, Nick Cannon, M2M, soulDecision, Dream, All 4 One, Crystal Sierra, Joy Enriquez, The Collective, Code 5, Tik 'N Tak, O-Town, Richard Lugo, Ja Rule, and I've seen Backstreet Boys, Hanson, 'N Sync, LFO, Jordan Knight, No Authority, Boyz 'N Girlz United, R Angels, The Collective and Aaron Carter twice. I really wanna add some alternative stuff to my list - I wanna see Limp Bizkit, Eminem (granted, if he isn't in jail), Three Doors Down and Lifehouse - and if I don't, I'm gonna throw a royal hissy fit.
I love rollerblading. I've been rollerblading since I was nine years old, and from the first time I put on my first pair of pink and white blades, and promptly fell on my backside, I knew I would be skating for a long time. After my first wobbly attempts, I learned how to skale backward, which was a trial if I ever had to face one. After that, I leaned how to jump, say, a few inches off the ground, and after that, I learned how to do a grab without falling flat on my face and/or ass - and I was on my way. I've been skating for eight years and counting, nine in September. When I was about fifteen, I felt confident enough in my rollerblading, so I plunked down a hard-earned twenty dollars of my babysitting cash and entered a small, locally sponsored version of the X-Games. I was competing with kids that were a year younger and a year older than me, and I was one of the three girl skaters - and I really wanna say that I wiped their asses on the vert ramp and the street course, but I can't. I skated pretty well, grabbing third place in Street, but I wiped out in vert, so that pretty much screwed me over. Nonetheless, I was always better at street skating, so the dissappointing run in vert didn't phase me as I claimed my bronze medal, wiping the sweat running down my grinning face with my sleeve.
I used to be a cheerleader, for the pee wee football team for Larksville, the town I grew up in and will probably grow old in. I was a cute little kid out there on the field - I was only eight and my grandmother tells me that I was the best dancer when it came to doing routines, but she's my grandmother, which requires her to say that. I remember that I wanted to join cheerleading because it gave me the opportunity to dance around a field and perform - even if I was doing it with fifteen other girls. But as of NOW... Cheerleading is just too... Bring It On for me, I don't think I could bring myself to go out there and yell "Go Team Go" at the top of my lungs in the rain and cold on the side of a football field. That's just entirely too degrading for me. Reminds me too much of the XFL.
Boyfriend... Nope. Sorry. Not at the moment, anyway. That's all I really wanna say about that. Every single one of my ex's has been clingy and entirely too overprotective, and all but one have cheated on me and he's the only one that I still call "human." Call me a moron, but I hold grudges. This is why I could never cheat on someone, I know what it feels like and it stings. I don't understand why they do it, girls included... I'll stop ranting now.
I know the dance to Bye Bye Bye. Every single step. I have WAY too much time on my hands, methinks. But it's not like the dance is HARD to learn - Watch the 'N Sync AMA 2000 Performance enough and you get one of three things, (A) the knowledge of every step in the routine, (B) a headache or (C) both of the above. Every time I go to a party - and they play Bye Bye Bye - I'm the girl who's out there one the floor, doing the dance, making a fool of myself. I've done it so many times - at various birthday parties (about five or six, so far), at both my Junior and Senior Proms, at two wedding receptions, at various graduation parties... It's MY dance and everyone knows it :-) It may be my only claim to fame for the moment, but not for long.
I can't stand the same thing every single day. I need changes. I know I'll crave stability sometime in my life, but right now, I want something that changes constantly. I wanna live on a tour bus for nine months of a year, I wanna walk along the Great Wall of China, I wanna walk the halls of the San Matteo National Museum in Pisa, I wanna teach a Stopping Clinic for the Central Park Skate Patrol in NYC, I wanna be on the Real World, I wanna pet an emu in Australia... I want to do so much with my life. I don't wanna just sit at home and watch the kids while my husband's at work when I could be surfing in Hawaii. I'm the type of person who never wants to stop and has ten thousand dreams... And those dreams are gonna come true, if it kills me.
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