Late-night blogging takes me in some weird places

So as i lay here in a strangers bed, having just watched "A Walk to Remember" and sobbing my eyes out, i have two thoughts.

First, i desperately miss my boyfriend. And secondly, why do old people work out?



You are probably wondering how on earth i came to these two realizations. Well I'll start from the beginning.


I live in Florida, as many of you know. But my extended family all live in South Carolina. I'm on spring break right now so my mother decided to go pay my family a visit.

I have other friends that live in South Carolina, though. So whenever i come up here to visit i make sure that i see all my friends here. Which puts me, in this very *insert adjective here* of nights, in one Erin Greene's house. It's her aunts house and so i have absolutely no idea where i am.


The night started late, as i was out to dinner with my family and had no plans to see Erin. But i got a call from her halfway through dinner asking if i could sleep over tonight. Given that i had the word of my cousin, promising he would drive me, i promptly agreed.

Although, unfortunately, we got lost on the way to her house. So she met me in a "Kangaroo Express," a gas station only a short drive from her current residence. As i waited for her to come get me, i ventured into said gas station and purchased my favorite: a gigantic blue slushie and three different packs of skittles. I add this, not for continuity's sake, or in the hopes that you will read this and perhaps buy me some of my favorite gas station snacks, but because of sheer need for documentation; as it happened to be a lovely night and i enjoyed every bit of the aforementioned skittles and slushie.



Back to the story. Erin then picked me up and informed me that we would need to go to her local walmart to get a sippy cup for her young sister (who is adorable by the way.) We also decided on a two liter bottle of voltage mountain dew and a cosmopolitan magazine.

After being (quite creepily) followed around the store by an older man, we got the security guards to watch us as we ran to the car and made sure that this older man was not anywhere in our vicinity. Then we went back to her house for a fun-filled night of watching "A Walk to Remember," playing little kid board games, babysitting her younger sister, and eating lots of junkfood.

But now Erin is asleep. And I'm left to contemplate the sadness that consumes me everytime i remind myself of how far away my love is. For those of you who don't now, my boyfriend is incredible. And he lives many many thousands of miles away :( i miss him more than you could know.
Of course "A Walk to Remember" would make me want to be near him. But sadly that's impossible right now. But to quote him "aw love, I don't want you to be sad. Okay I'm also sad sometimes but the fact that I know you love me and I know I love you, that's enough to make my day." I hope he doesn't mind that i used what he said.

About my second thought though, why do old people work out? I always see them coming in and out of weight watchers meetings and working out by walking around town or all sorts of other things. I asked a nice old woman (who i know very well) why she did this. And she told me that it was because she wanted to skinny and look good.
.....I'm sorry, but i work out and eat healthy because it makes me look good in my bikini. I don't care how fit you are, if you're over 60 you aren't going to look good in that. I'm not trying to be rude or insensitive but those are just my thoughts.

Ok, time for bed. Love you all!

-Alyssa


P.S. ughh. my intternet quit last night but luckily blogspot is a wonderful thing that totally saved everything i wrote. thats why its going up now and not last night.

I have way to much time on my hands.

THIS IS NOT FOR BEDA.

  I am too lazy and therefore started BEDA much to late so I'm not going to do it. I feel as if, if i say that I'm doing BEDA i will appear to be a slacker. And anyways, this way when i inevitably fail at getting a blog up every day then i won't feel bad.

  Also, i don't have nearly enough to talk about. What i do is save up all my jokes that i think of and all my tiny bits of humor until i have enough to make a half-way-decent YouTube video. Therefore i will seem as if I'm kind of funny when in reality I'm more like a comedic squirrel, collecting all i can and saving it. It takes me awhile to come up with that stuff. But when i do....i was gonna say "you all love it" but then i realized my videos are still a bit shit. Whatevs.

  I'll try to do my best here though. Let's watch and find out how this works out, together. Ok?

-Alyssa

P.S. I know I'll have grammar-loving people reading this (cause all my friends are nerdfighters) so please don't kill me if i do anything grammatically horrid.