today i wrote a poem

i'm looking at the stars
thinking how small even they are.

-how relatively small i am...

then i have to stop.

that star could explode

and never touch a soul,

never cause a tear,

or a smile.

i am not small.

physically, maybe--yes,

but tonight in one way i am larger
than the montrous spec.

because i can feel.

because i can love.

today i heard a secret

Thought #2:

I've been going to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, reading the book of Mormon and the Bible, and praying. I can't find any dispute with the lot of it. Not only that, but reading it gives me a sense of peace, and praying from the place I am right now gives me more peace. I've never really felt that before.
I've gone to nondenominational churches for most of my life. I've heard their teachings and accepted them, insomuch as I'd basically follow the rules and claim membership to the church. I just could never fully immerse myself in it. As much as I want to know God and live for Him, I couldn't feel the kind of peace I knew I was looking for. I was being pulled in two directions: wondering if everything the church was saying was true and knowing the Bible was true. So if I surrendered to the Bible, l should be following the teachings of those who said they had too, right? So where was the peace?
In the missing piece.
I know the Book of Mormon is true. I know that Jesus Christ is my Savior and Redeemer. I know that He also showed the world the path to salvation. I know that when Joseph Smith prayed to know which church to join, He received an answer and restored the true Church of Christ. I love Jesus Christ and my Heavenly Father and, in this moment, I am especially grateful for the Holy Spirit. I know they are the answer, whatever the question. I know that Thomas S. Monson is prophet today, and I know I can trust him.
I don't know everything, but I know at least these few things. As literally as can be, I feel my heart affirming that I'm facing the right direction. I know where I'll find answers to the questions I'll inevitably have.
This is the road my heart is on. I feel like if anyone truly just listens to what the Book of Mormon and its members have to say, there's no way anyone could deny it. If they just give it a chance. A real one. With an earnest heart.
Some of my friends say this is about Alex. They've gone as far as asking me if I'd convert for him. All I can say is that you can't convert for a person. That, in and of itself, would invalidate the entire thing. I need God more than I want Alex, and while I am not trying to discover the church because he'd like me to, I have to thank him so very much for being an example to me. For being ready for questions, for answering them, and for simply being who he is.

To Birmingham, AL.

What could it be??

today i wore a rose in my hair

Thrift shopping in Scottsdale yielded: The movie Grease on VHS and a healthy appetite for gelato. So Abelle and I went for some, and ended up late for dinner. (Sorry Case. We're going to make it up to you.) Abelle ate her very first burrito, EVER on this momentous evening.
We were all (Keri Thorton, Casey, Abelle, me) trying to be fashionably late to Tyler's Volleyball Night, but we ended up being the first ones there anyway. We stayed Until 2AM talking about what silly little people we used to be and playing amazing games.

Mill Avenue

The night started out normal enough. Abelle and I had big plans to take the new light rail to Mill Avenue in Tempe with Bahhaj, Chris, and Joe. We got to the rail and found out that it quit running in just 2 hours, so we had to drive. Then we ate in a restaurant that was ridiculously maddening. Everything about it came close to destroying my sanity. After we broke out of there, we walked to ASU's campus (particularly the part I like to call Palm Tree Street). When we got to the bridge, Joe refused to go up it. He's afraid of heights. Abelle and I went and dropped her journal off the top (on purpose) and even asked Joe to move it to the part of the lane so it would definitely get run over. It was tremendous. I yelled like a Sandlot kid.

Then we executed my plan, namely: inspiring the city. I had these little bottles to stick passionate messages in and leave them scattered randomly for strangers to find. I just finished hanging my very first one (evidence above), when the cops come romping through on one of the campus's sidewalks! This is true, I swear. Officer Olocovich or some other obscene name like that tells me that he can't allow us to hang messages on trees, asks us for our ID's, and gives us a 7 minute spiel on the kind of creeps that he think we might be. Hahaha.

Then we left Mill and went home, disappointed.

I Got Kidnapped.

Scene opens.

Abelle offers Brittany a burnt cupcake. Brittany declines because she has already eaten 25. Casey takes the cupcake from Abelle. And shoves it full-force into poor Brittany's face. Brittany retaliates by sticking the cupcake in what she thinks is Casey's water. It's actually Abelle's water. Joe laughs at this. Abelle whines and impulsively throws the wet cupcake at Joe. Joe acts indignant and returns the cupcake violently. All hell breaks loose. Then we watch Hook, because it's only logical. Brittany falls half asleep during the movie, but not all the way because maniacs are waging war on the floor next to her. She keeps hearing people say, "Brittany's asleep. Let's do something," and other such things. She grunts to correct.

-Memorial Day, 2009.

Anonymous Guy Revealed:

Thought#1:

We were wild, fun, free.

We were peaceful, pensive.

We ran through the sprinklers and lay in the street.

We flew over hills and looked for a cave.

We rode a tandem bike and took a couple swing pictures.

We got tatooes and rode with the top down.

We ditched prom and rode roller coasters.

We trespassed on mountains and swam in the cold Pacific ocean.

We egged strangers with hollow shells containing hope.

We had ideas and changed the world.

We chalked dear people and left chocolate at their doorstep.

We painted shirts and walked around at art festivals.

We played some songs for fun and some songs for eachother.

We played with little kids and we played with grown-up kids.

We went swimming and sat under trees.

We talked to eachother and learned important things.

We believed. We believed. We believe.

We drove to the airport and exchanged letters,

While I wondered how anyone else could be better.

I don't know quiet love.

This is Alex.

greetings, Anabelle here.

SOMEBODY didn't log off of blogger and I couldn't let this beautiful opportunity pass me by. Miss Brittany has been busy spending time with her lovey dovey [you have yet to hear about this fellow, very soon] so in the mean time I shall make a list of things we need to do.

* I'm list-obsessive by the way.

1. Have a HSM marathon

2. Thoroughly shop through the largest Forever 21

3. Show BB the wonders of thrift stores

4. Bake bake bake

5. Discover 31 cent scoop night

6. Go see the movie UP in 3-D

7. wreck THE journal, BB needs to get one too

I'm good with 7. I'll be logging off now. LIVE LONG AND PROSPER. I love you Britty B!

-Abelle

I give you... Abelle.

So this is Abelle. We paint shirts, eat everything in sight, are wicked cool, go on adventures, drink Robeks, find the most interesting things online, and fall in love every week with complete strangers. She's the one that I'm taking over the summer with and will keep me from being sad about some person this blog hasn't met yet.

Check. her. out. >> www.an-a-belle.blogspot.com

Yesterday I kidnapped Abelle because she wouldn't call me back quick enough and I sensed that she lacked a driving force. So I drove her out of the house myself. She stole CD's from me, ate some obscene combination of sprinkles fruit and yogurt, ate at McDonald's because she's obsessed and wouldn't stop bugging me ;) Then we went to her house to watch the Idol finale. The best part of the day was wrecking her journal by putting ketchup in it. Oh, the simple thrills of life.

Dandelion Poem

I love this poem. Casey wrote it.

Soul of mine,
you are my dandelion.
One whimsical puff,
and your seeds are
sent in unimaginable
directions.
Twirling, Swirling,
dancing in the wind.
Let one patch of soil,
one drop of dew,
one ray of sunshine
take notice.
So you can take root elsewhere
and bloom inside another.
And when you're plucked again,
uprooted from hard and shiny surface,
may your impressions be earth-shattering.

Day One

An introduction to my blog: I'm making this because today I gradutate from high school. I'm moving, my friends are moving, all that jazz. I still want everyone to know what's going on in my life, so this is going to be my online documentation of all of the more interesting things I do and things that happen to me.

The title of it: Today I felt, as I so often do, like a rockstar. I thought briefly about naming the blog "My Way to Badness" and "A Daily Guide to Badness", but those names are semi-stolen (from my other productions). I needed a NEW name. I also went on a search for a fantastical name like my favorite blogger has (Taza and Husband), but alas, couldn't come up with a good one. Besides, that too, would have been stolen. I decided on MY ALIAS'S ALIBI. I thank Dictionary.com for reaffirming the brilliance of this idea with the defintions of both words.

Alias- noun: a false name used to conceal one's identity; an assumed name.

Alibi- noun: the defense used by an accused person of having been elsewhere at the time an alleged offense was committed.

...needless to say, the name stuck.

And now, my first post-intro-blog-post:

I'm graduating today! Tonight at 8pm begins my life as an alumni, and more importantly, summer. Abelle and I are about to commence THE SUMMER TO END ALL SUMMERS. You have no idea what that means yet, or the magnitude of it, and neither do we, but as soon as we start figuring it out, we will post (she too, created a blog) about all of our delinquent activities and reckless shenanigans.

Please do not read while driving or operating machinery. Side effects may include (/definitely will include): laughter, scoffing at the stupidity of the author, commenting, and general interest. Also, I cannot suggest that you reenact any of the crimes that I'm about to commit and then write about. I can, however, say that they will be extremely fun &/or meaningful and... what the heck. You should try some of them, and then comment to me on your success. Also, I would enjoy hearing about your adventures. Thank you.

That is all.

I love you already.