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Name: Ally
Birthday: August 27, 1984
Birthplace: Greeley
Current Location: Greeley
Eye Color: hazel
Hair Color: brown
Height: too small
Right Handed or Left Handed: right
Your Heritage: 1/2 Mexican, 1/2 white from my mom
The Shoes You Wore Today: I haven't put any shoes on yet
Your Weakness: delicious food
Your Fears: hmmm, good question
Your Perfect Pizza: Papa John's with lotsa cheese
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: I want to graduate from college. Almost there!
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: lol
Thoughts First Waking Up: 5 more minutes...
Your Best Physical Feature: who knows?
Your Bedtime: It's different every night.
Your Most Missed Memory: Not having to work so hard in school! Just having fun all the time!
Pepsi or Coke: either
MacDonalds or Burger King: Wendy's
Single or Group Dates: Either, just as long as I get some time alone with Justin every now and then!
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: either!
Chocolate or Vanilla: BOTH
Cappuccino or Coffee: I only like really good coffee with lots of cream, sugar, and syrup.
Do you Smoke: no, but the coffee might kill me instead! lol
Do you Swear: Occasionally, but hardly ever. Everyone is usually surprised if I actually do.
Do you Sing: Lalala...No, lucky for you!
Do you Shower Daily: Yes, I hate going without a shower.
Have you Been in Love: I am in love with Justin right now!
Do you want to go to College: I am in college. I do want to go to graduate school next though.
Do you want to get Married: YES! I am getting married, next June!!!!!!
Do you belive in yourself: Depends.
Do you get Motion Sickness: No
Do you think you are Attractive: Not really
Are you a Health Freak: Not at all
Do you get along with your Parents: Yup, pretty much.
Do you like Thunderstorms: Yeah, they're fun to listen to
Do you play an Instrument: I used to play a few, but I don't know if that really counts anymore.
&..39;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:' Maybe once. I'm not much of a drinker. I'd rather have a soda.
In the past month have you Smoked: No, never.
In the past month have you been on Drugs: No way, no how, no thank you
In the past month have you gone on a Date: Well, I'm engaged, so does seeing him still count as a date?
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: Not the mall, but other shopping stores
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: No
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: No, but that sounds pretty good right now.
In the past month have you been on Stage: No, sadly. I love dancing on stage!
In the past month have you been Dumped: No! Thank goodness. I couldn't stand it if I was, my heart would be broken!!!!
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: HAHA! NO! Even though there have been attempts to pursuade me into it!
In the past month have you Stolen Anything: no, stealing is wrong
Ever been Drunk: A couple of times.
Ever been called a Tease: By my own parents, but they really didn't know me back then. Weird, huh?
Ever been Beaten up: Just by my older brothers!
Ever Shoplifted: No, stealing is still wrong
How do you want to Die: After a lifetime of happiness with Justin, and knowing I tried my best to please God.
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: Will I ever grow up? We're all still pretty childish I think!
What country would you most like to Visit: France
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color: whatever
Favourite Hair Color: whatever
Short or Long Hair: short
Height: whatever
Weight: in shape
Best Clothing Style: comfy but nice maybe?
Number of Drugs I have taken: 0
Number of CDs I own: a bunch
Number of Piercings: 1 in each ear
Number of Tattoos: 0
Number of things in my Past I Regret: heehee, well I regret getting up early this morning for a test that I thought was at 7:30... it's not until 1pm!!!! I'm an idiot.
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1 part intelligence
5 parts ambition
1 part empathy
Method:
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Love (III)......................................... Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack, From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning, If I lack'd anything.A guest, I answer'd, worthy to be here: Love said, You shall be he. I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear, I cannot look on thee. Love took my hand, and smiling did reply, Who made the eyes but I?Truth Lord, but I have marr'd them: let my shame Go where it doth deserve. And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame? My dear, then I will serve. You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat: So I did sit and eat..........................................George Herbert

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The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock...................... Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question ... Oh, do not ask, "What is it?" Let us go and make our visit.In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo.The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the windowpanes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the windowpanes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides along the street Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo.And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair-- (They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!") My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin-- (They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!") Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.For I have known them all already, known them all-- Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume?And I have known the eyes already, known them all-- The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? And how should I presume?And I have known the arms already, known them all-- Arms that are braceleted and white and bare (But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!) Is it perfume from a dress That makes me so digress? Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl. And should I then presume? And how should I begin?. . . . .Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? . . .I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.. . . . .And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep . . . tired . . . or it malingers, Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me. Should I, after tea and s and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet--and here's no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid.And would it have been worth it, after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me, Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it towards some overwhelming question, To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"-- If one, settling a pillow by her head, Should say: "That is not what I meant at all. That is not it, at all."And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor-- And this, and so much more?-- It is impossible to say just what I mean! But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: Would it have been worth while If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl, And turning toward the window, should say: "That is not it at all, That is not what I meant, at all.". . . . .No!I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous-- Almost, at times, the Fool.I grow old . . . I grow old . . . I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.Shall I part my hair behind?Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.I do not think that they will sing to me.I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black.We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown.................................T. S. Eliot

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