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Here is that blog I've been meaning to start.

Alright, consider it started.

Well, most of you know me. By that I mean you saw me post a link to my blog somewhere, more then likely on Facebook, then decided to stalk me. Cool, 5 points to our generation of technology.
But that's the thing with the internet, or in this case, blogging.
By starting a blog, officially, I am hereby saying that it is OKAY to stalk my life. Because if I wanted to make all my writings private, I would not post them on the internet. So, there.

I suppose the real purpose of this blog is to let go of some thoughts, or no, not thoughts, stories is a better word. Yes, stories of my life. Some of you know that I tell a lot of stories. And most of you know that I'm really bad at lying. Put those two things together and, there's Alice. Figure that one out.

Everybody has stories. It's a matter of whether you're a blabbermouth or not. I'm a blabbermouth.

My Grandma D called today. She wanted to know if I owned the piano music for Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. I do, kinda. It's in one of those big books of classical music. Actually I've been working on an Eric Satie piece lately, and of course that Moonlight song is in it. My dear sweet Grandpa D loves that song and wanted to get me music for it, so perhaps I can learn it for him. Bless his heart. I would certainly prefer Beethoven over Haydn these days. I did a Haydn piece for my last jury (which I completed while having mono, ha!), and if you know anything about classical music, you'll understand when I say that I feel naked every time I play Haydn, or Mozart. With Beethoven it is slightly more possible to feel clothed, but only slightly.
Uh, anyway, so I do kinda own the Moonlight Sonata, but it's in my family's book, and I'm home for the holidays and all, but my brother dearest probably would not like me taking it back to school with me. So, Gma D said she wanted to buy my own piano book for me. And if any of you readers know my Gma D, she's a talker, and she knows it. But I always learn something new from her.. Like how to be a good waitress. "NEVER USE THE SAME WASH CLOTH FOR THE TABLE AND THE CHAIRS, AND FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE CLEAN OUT THE SALT AND PEPPER SHAKERS."
No, she does not yell, as the caps might suggest, but that's the way I'll have to remember it in my brain.
Also got to hear more details about the beginnings of my grandparent's 60-something year marriage together. It's a very sweet story, ya know.
In fact it's to darn sweet for this site. Ask me about it later and I'll type that up sometime. And, I may or may not get the facts all wrong, then Gma would read it and would correct me.... yeah, some other time.

I inherited my Gma D's extremely blonde hair, blue eyes, and the ability to talk anybody to death.

You'll find that not all these posts will make a lot of sense, or "flow" together much, as it were.
You wonderful creatures that have been around me long enough certainly already know that... But for you distant admirers/stalkers/whoever the heck you are, get over it.

Oh, and um, I have mono. Got diagnosed during Finals week, last week. So my momma came and got me, and because my mother dearest is a rockstar, she was able to help me get out of my Stats final, filing an "Incomplete." So that's all I've been doing.. been home, just finished the Harry Potter movie series today, ya know.. probably going to start Star Wars later tonight.

Shevin Halvorson and Emma Ludington are the bestest of the best best friends ever. Those poor things had to deal with me an awful lot through the mono thing, and various other fun happenings.
That had to be said.

Alright, I'm gonna wrap this up.

This may have been a flaky post, but there shall be more to come. I probably should have mentioned earlier that the reason behind this blog is that it is an answer to some requests I've had from some people to tell some specific stories of my life that have happened somewhat recently. I can assure you my stories are nothing but lame 20 year old blabbers, I mean what do I know?

Also, some posts might be offensive. So... get over it. America.

I need to think of a good "sign off"...

There's God Bless... or... sincerely...

America!!

-Alice Margaret