My JustFab link :)

This is my link to JustFab because we both get something if you use this. 😀

http://m.justfab.com/invite/50428469/

If you use my link you’ll get 50% off your first purchase! 😀 That is really good! It turns some of the shoes on this website into really good priced shoes. I mean they’re already pretty decently priced for the amazing quality that they are but it’s even better when you get a high quality product for the price of any regular product! Seriously worth checking out 😀

Fare thee well!!!
Karen Alyse

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Rant on plans (how once they are made and agreed on, there should be no thoughts on changing them drastically)

So, this summer has been an insane amount of making plans and then changing them.

Some of these changes no one could have controlled so those were okay, such as:

-my boyfriend not being able to visit this past week like he was originally going to

or

-a very secret trip I am taking that basically only my family knows about, etc.

However, there was one plan that could have and probably should have stayed in tact because both parties did have control over it.

And this plan would be the trip my sister and I were planning to go see Todrick Hall and IM5 in their Twerk du Soleil concert.

The reason this trip was even thought up was because Todrick and IM5 have 3 concerts occurring in Texas, starting Thursday, July 10th in San Antonio, continuing on to Houston on the 11th, and then continuing to Dallas on the 12th. Now, I live in the Dallas area so you might be wondering why I would even ponder going to another concert when that one is the closest one. Well, the answer is simple, really. My flight for my secret trip is that day. I leave early that morning and therefore will not be in town that night for the 7:30 concert that Toddy and IM5 are going to be putting on. I was more than disappointed when I found this out. Honest. I wanted to go so badly. I still want to go. SO BADLY. But I cannot.

You see, my sister and I decided that since I wouldn’t be in town that evening we could possibly see about driving down to San Antonio the morning of Toddy’s SA concert, be there a few hours before the concert, get ready for it and go, and then stay in SA for that night and drive back to the Dallas area the next morning. It was a great plan when we thought it up because I have a car, we both have a decent amount of money that we could use on this trip, and it fit into our schedule (well, MY schedule).

But then we told our mom about it. She didn’t like the plan at all. She thought it was a bad idea because it would be too expensive and we would be alone, and we don’t know the city, and it would be such a short trip, and too much driving for me, etc. the list might’ve been endless, I’m not sure. But I did understand her qualms so my sister and I decided we probably wouldn’t be able to go, unless of course we found someone who could go with us, but that wasn’t super likely. However I did decide I was going to at least try, so I checked with my cousin who used to live in SA and she couldn’t do it. That was when it became real that we probably wouldn’t get to go so I just stopped looking for someone to go with us because I figured we just wouldn’t be able to go.

Then I went to this Independence Day celebration and my brother and my sister-in-law totally agree to going with my sister and I and we were so excited that we would get to go to the concert. We told our parents and they agreed that we could go. And then 3 days later, after the plans have been set I get a call from my brother saying that his wife wants to spend the weekend in SA. My flight Saturday morning is out of Dallas. If we stay the weekend I miss that flight. And the way my brother wanted me to do it, my trip would go up another $150 for changing where I would depart from. I simply could not afford that. So essentially, my sister in law decided the SA trip wouldn’t happen. But it could have happened if the plans had stayed the way my sister and I had originally planned it out.

It bugs me when plans change this drastically, mainly because people plan on things like this and then they just don’t get to go through with them because people who had agreed to the original plan wanted to change it. Like no. These aren’t your plans to change in the first place. Stop. Stop right now. Stop before you hurt yourself and others.

So that’s my view on the whole changing plans thing: You shouldn’t agree to something if you don’t intend on staying true to the original plan. Do not think that plans can change just because it doesn’t fit exactly how you feel it should be.

In other plans news:

-My boyfriend is planning on visiting me for my birthday instead now ❤

-My secret trip will soon be something I’ll be able to talk about 😉

-My New York church trip is going to be great AND I might get to see my boyfriend during that trip as well 😉

There is a LOT of traveling in my future. This is insane. But It’s exciting too. I cannot wait to get to begin this new chapter of my life. ❤ Woohoo college!

Well, fare thee well!!!

Karen Alyse

Hah. I have way too much fun writing things like this… I haven’t even experienced this before either… Hopefully will soon, though ;)

Yep. It’s me again. It’s sorta been a while… Well this is just something I wrote this morning cuz I was bored. Good stuff. I get all giddy when I do stuff like this cuz I don’t even know if I’m doing it correctly because I know nothing about these things… Well. Enjoy my non-understanding of topics like kisses and such. These types of posts may come up more often. :3

Walking hand in hand with Him just felt right. Like we were meant to be. I wouldn’t have been able to explain it to someone if they had asked, I just knew, in that moment, that we belonged together. Him and me. Me and Him. We. As we followed the sidewalk into an area furnished with many overhanging trees, I sighed and breathed in the lovely scent of the honeysuckle bushes that were littered along the trail. Then all too soon He stopped walking. I made a sound of slight outrage, but then I felt an arm slip around my waist, His arm. I felt Him pull me closer and closer and closer until there was barely any room between us, “you are my everything, sweetheart.” And then He pulled me the last little bit of space closer and kissed me softly, lovingly, adoringly. And my heart nearly stopped from the amount of love I felt at that precise moment in time. That was when I knew it. I knew that He was the one. I knew that He was my soulmate.

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Welp. Fare thee well!!
Karen Alyse

Boys and Girls.

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Boys.

Isn’t it always about boys?

The world is so intricately designed

and yet all girls truly care about are boys.

What would the world be like if that wasn’t all there was?

What would girls do if they weren’t obsessed with boys?

Maybe be more independent? Maybe be brave.

Maybe they would be proud of who they are.

Maybe they wouldn’t think twice if a boy looked their way.

Maybe they’d be more than they are now.

 

Girls.

Alternately, boys tend to think only about girls.

Girls are something to get. Something they have.

Something to flaunt. Something that they “acquired”.

Does that sound like a person? To me it sounds like an artifact.

A toy that can be used at their pleasure and tossed away when it gets old.

A thing that has little value once it gets old.

A thing that a boy may toss away when he is bored.

What if boys respected girls more?

What if girls were actually a special addition to a boy’s life?

 

Boys & Girls.

Together they can do great things.

Together they have great power.

Together they can get married.

Together they can fix their problems.

Together they can build a home.

Together they can council their friends equally.

Together they can dance.

Together they can sing.

Together they can do great and noble things.

 

So why?

Why do boys think of girls as objects? And why do girls think of boys as an escape?

Why do boys parade girls? And why do girls chase after boys?

Why do boys cast away girls when they get bored? Why would a girl run back to a boy who was so cruel to her?

Why do boys ignore girls until having one suits them? Why do girls think it is okay to be ignored?

Why do boys and girls use each other so wrongly?

 

Just some thoughts that I had on my mind. I’ve noticed these instances a lot more lately. I just don’t think we should truly hang our whole life on one other person. Girls shouldn’t plan their lives around a guy and drop everything just because he wanted to do something and guys shouldn’t drop everything just because the girl wanted to do something. It should be relatively equal and they should agree on the terms of their relationship. If they go to a dance and meet up there and the girl wants to talk to her friends because she hasn’t seen them and rarely ever does, then the guy should let her. He shouldn’t attempt to box her up and tell her she can ONLY spend the night with him and then when she doesn’t listen to him he shouldn’t leave without telling her. That is not the way things should happen. And guys shouldn’t feel suffocated by the girl. He should be able to be as free as the girl is. They should be on the same grounds in these areas.

Just some of my ideas and opinions. Tell me what you think! I actually am really interested!!

Fare thee well!!

Karen Alyse

Silver-Lined Heart (Write Alike Poem) from my Senior Year (2013-2014)

I’m for reckless abandon

and spontaneous celebrations of nothing at all,

like those times when no one is around you

and your automatic reaction is to dance around with no inhibitions!

See things you hate, things you despise,

student drivers who aren’t aware of their blinkers,

driving 5 miles per hour below the speed limit,

that’s all well and good.

And as far as sending text messages goes,

I guess you should.

it might just be a text that saves someone’s life,

brings true happiness to a friend or true love to adults.

But as far as what soothes me, what inspires and moves me,

honesty behooves me to tell you your rage doesn’t move me.

See, like the darkest of clouds my heart has a silver lining,

which does not harken to the loudest whining,

but beats and stirs and grows ever more

when I learn of the things you’re actually for.

That’s why I’m for leaps of faith, perfect love, and stories of friendship,

nothing but the music of successful long distance friendships.

For the fact of love being true

the way it is portrayed in love stories that we may just know it.

For movies when you need them,

and books when you need them.

And the wisdom to know the difference.

I’m for wishes upon stars, for friendships that endure,

for unconditional and divine and wise true love,

that it will always grow and burn throughout trials.

For dancing in the rain, and for the rain itself,

by which I mean the individual raindrops. Definitely for the raindrops.

Warm hoodies, and homemade chocolate shakes,

And stories written with your own imagination in the comfort of your home:

I’m for all of these.

So don’t waste my time and your curses on verses

about what you are against, despise, and abhor.

Tell me what inspires you, what fulfills and fires you,

put your precious pen to paper and tell me what you’re for!

 

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Fare thee well!!

Karen Alyse

Cruel as It Is, We Somehow Go On (Write Alike Short Story) from my Senior Year (2013-2014)

Sometimes the fandom life is cruel.

That is ultimately the fundamental lesson here, as fangirls wail, celebrities sleep calmly in hotels, and the angsty teens lie unclaimed in the rubble that once was real life.

Sometimes the characters fall and will not stop. Sometimes the writers turn evil and will not write. Sometimes the producers rise and smack the storyline like a fist. Sometimes the producers delay and split the story. And sometimes, the emotions rattle and heave and split in two.

Sometimes the fandom life is cruel.

And always, when it is, we do the same thing. We dig ourselves out. We weep and mourn, we recover and memorialize the fallen, we rebuild our hopes. And we go on. This is the price of being a fangirl. And also, arguably, the noblest fandoms.

Sometimes the fandom life is cruel, and you have no choice but to accept that as part of the bargain called fangirling. And when it is your turn to deal with it, you try.

But what if it’s always your turn?

Surely some hopeless, tear-streaked fangirl can be forgiven for thinking it is always her turn this evening, two minutes after the most angsty fandom in the world saw its episode airing delayed by the strongest force it has ever known, an evil producing monster. Surely, the rest of us watching from afar, experiencing tragedy and devastation from the comfort of desk chairs and living room couches, are tempted to believe the same thing.

Bad enough, fangirls are wretchedly poor. Bad enough they have a history of emotional instability and weakness, of being ignored by the major powers when it is not being exploited by them. Bad enough, all that, yet at the end of the day, those are disasters authored by the producers hands, by producers greed, producers corruption, producers economic predation.

Sometimes, though, you have to wonder if the producers themselves are not conspiring against these feisty little fangirls.

After 1995, when A&E’s Pride and Prejudice was aired, after 2005, when Doctor Who was revived and swept away over 500 fangirls, after 2006 when the mercy of Robin Hood helped over 2,000 souls, after 2010, when Sherlock aired only three episodes and Downton Abbey made a stir, followed by Merlin’s newfound fame which captured even more, after the double whammy of Spies of War and Bates Motel in 2013 gathered many more fangirls and destroyed social lives, through all that, comes this lifestyle – and an emotional toll psychologists cannot begin to even imagine. Perhaps as many as millions, they were saying on Wednesday.

Sometimes the fandom life is cruel. To crawl onto the couch, scanning for new episodes on Netflix, charting when shows are available, running from real life issues, is to understand this in a primal, personal way. It is to view a show that begins, “Long ago, in the time of dragons…” It is to create clever tumblr posts, donate your small funds, volunteer material and time and to fear, even in the waiting, that these gestures are small against the reality, inconsequential against the ache of a people  whose turn to fall never seems to end.

But what else are you going to do? As the playwright put it, your voice is too small to talk with producers. Even less have we the ability to answer the question that burns the moment: Why are the most vulnerable repeatedly assessed the highest price?

We are hamstrung by our own obsessions, so we can only do what we always do, only send money and hope. And watch, staggered by the courage it takes, as fangirls do what fangirls always do, the thing at which they have become so terribly practiced.

Dig out. Weep and mourn. Memorialize the fallen. Rebuild. Go on. And show the world once againa stubborn insistence on living, despite all the cruelties of the fandom life.

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Fare thee well!!

Karen Alyse