I guess now that I'm out of school and I have a somewhat steady job, my body feels like it's time to build my little nest. I have a love, I have a baby kitten, I have an apartment, I'm 23 years old, and now it's time to think about human children. I guess is my biological logic. So how do I do that? Make my home presentable. So I made this:
I've been pressing this flower between the pages of my massive roughly $300+ art history book, Art Through the Ages, since my bf got me flowers when he picked me up from the airport. That's right, all those two months ago. Well today I remembered I was even doing it and checked on it and it was beautiful and brown and dead and so figuring out how to get it attached to another piece of paper ensued. I ended up cutting it out and hot gluing it to a $6 piece of Archer's Cover printing paper left over from Relief Printmaking, then taped that to this beige patterned scrap booking paper, then went to Hobby Lobby with a 40% coupon in hand and bought me a frame. And I got the idea about two hours ago. I love when I can whip easy projects like that out and be super satisfied with the result.
On the writing front: I'm at page 27 for Ruby. I feel like I'm going to fly through this one. It's supposed to be pretty lighthearted, not a lot of heavy drama going on, so it's entertaining me for the time being. Hope to share it with you guys soon...
Well I'm on a writing kick with "Ruby" now but I wanted to upload these because I'm just so proud how they turned out:
There they are: my masterpieces. My wedding.
Started a new project today:
Even though I'm about 70% through Witches and 21% through The Holloway Sister...but when ideas strike, ideas strike.
Check it out:
And it was pretty fun too. And there was only one discouraged meltdown. Want to make one yourself? Here's how:
Step 1: Go to Walmart/other discount store. Purchase the following: Sewing needle things (Pins. Sharp things. Thin, needle-like sharp things. Just a few. They are what you stick into the board so the crisscrossing ribbon stays in place), brats (those gold stick-through-hole-punched-paper-holes things), ribbon (if they have what you're looking for. Otherwise wait till you go to Hobby Lobby), quilters padding.
Step 2: Look around Walmart, it's an awesome place. I also got hair spray and nail polish.
Step 3: Go to Target. They have supreme bulletin boards. Only $11.
Step 4: Go to Hobby Lobby. Pick out fabric and lace if you haven't already.
Step 5: Oh, and you'll need a staple gun. Sorry, I forgot since I already had one. They're like $14 at Walmart.
Step 6: Do it. I'd watch a YouTube video first, but there you go. You're welcome. It's like a 3 or 4 hour project, depending on the different variables of course, but it's fun. Oh and then order pics for your board. Or don't, it could just serve as decoration.
That was kind of a terrible How To. Sorry. Look on Pinterest and YouTube. They'll help you out. I mean I first saw it on Gilmore Girls on the Dragonfly's wall and learned on Pinterest it's actually very doable. Anyway, I just had a shitty day. I'm prob going to sleep. After watching Bridezillas. Have fun amigos. Don't staple yourselves to anything you don't want to be stapled to.
I did this to my hair this morning and I love it:
And I've emerged with only a little burn on my finger. That really smarts but what can you do. I'm a hair curler now. So the plan is a delicate crown on a bed of lightly tussled hair, and daisies. There's going to be little white daisies and even littler sprigs of white flowers. Gorge. Totes gorge.
Update: I've been watching a shit-ton of Bridezillas. If Say Yes To The Dress isn't on. Marriage is on the brain...
This was me at the doctor's office for round two:
And looking at this picture now I'm like "Why did I buy a curling iron?" and then I remember my hair straightens out over time...actually the longer I go without showering...which always gets me to make a mental note of showering more often, but anyway, I went to the doctor for the second time in five months for allergies and he has prescribed me a nasal spray that looks like it could potentially smell really bad, and a steroid. Because he said my nose was wrecked. Which makes sense, it's been swollen and blown constantly for the past year.
But about writing. Since I haven't seemed to talk about that in a while. And actually have more about my pretty much nonexistent wedding. I've slowed down considerably; I haven't written in forever, I haven't edited in forever, and don't know if I will anytime soon. I'm actually working now, I have a real job that gets me paid real money and it's surprisingly more attractive than doing what I love. But I knew I would need a job and then write on the side so eventually I will get back into it. So fear not, Allenites. More amazingness is on the way. Later.
Guys, I bought a curling iron and pack of bobby pins. Partly because I wanted to try out the hairstyle I want for my wedding in three or four years, which was bomb, by the way, and also because maybe I want to curl my hair sometimes, or bobby pin it, am I right?
So yesterday my bf was showing Celia how to be a kitty:
I mean just look at that extension...
Beautiful. I'm always telling him he would have been the most beautiful ballerina. And then he started serenading me so of course I pull out my phone to document the rare moment and this is what I get:
That's my man.
So I don't know if you know this about me but I work at a bagel shop. With food. Specifically bagels. And I think you know now from yesterday, but I also have really bad allergies. Well, today I sneezed on a bagel. Like I not only sneezed, which is unlike me, mind you (Usually. Unless it's morning), but I lifted the bagel innocently lying in my hands and sneezed onto it. It was so embarrassing. It was one of those sneezes where you think you can repress it and you get halfway through but then it's like HAHA PSYCH FUCK YOU and you sneeze face shit everywhere. Needless to say, I ran to the back and didn't know if I should laugh or cry. So I did both. For those freaking out, don't worry, they threw it away and maybe they remade it, maybe she demanded a refund and declared that the store shall be cursed for all eternity, all I know is she didn't get a snotted-on bagel, okay? So relax. We're talking about me now. So I call my sister, because that's what I do in any situation, and she just goes "Did you ever go to the doctor? Remember when I told you to go?" and after talking about nothing in particular for an hour like how we do in any situation, I called my doctor and scheduled an appointment for Tuesday at 10:30. And who knows, maybe he'll cure me.
But that does bring me to my next question: Do you ever wonder if people knew certain things about you would they still like you? Like if I went up to my boyfriend's family and just said "I sneezed on someone's bagel the other day," what would happen? I mean I know it's not like "I killed a guy"...like at all, but still. I always think about that. I mean everyone has secrets. Perhaps dark. I don't know. Mine is I sneezed on a customer's bagel. Except to people reading this blog. But if you encounter me about it, I'll straight up deny it. Ew, someome did that? Gross. They should be fired.
I like to think ahead.
And I'm not even engaged. But I have a boyfriend! So it's not that sad. Not really. I think. Shush. So I know it's going to be in the fall:
Probably without the chairs. I don't know, maybe there will be chairs in the woods. And I know I'm going to be the photographer. So we'll see how that goes.
Get comfy. My new residence is my car. I now have such bad allergies that I'm run out of my house. My eyes won't stop crying, I can't breathe, I can't stop sneezing, and on top of all of that the bf is working and I have to be quiet so there's no background noise or he gets fired. So I have to suffer in silence. And BTW there's no internet connection for me on my laptop. So I'm forced to use my iPhone which is dying because I forgot to plug it in last night. Whatever. I'm a strong female. Look at those perfectly sculpted calves. I got this.
Well I put in a new schedule at work with more hours since I need money because life, but as I suspected I'm crabby, generally angry, and in a lot of pain. I was not made for manual labor, but whatever, you gotta do what you gotta do. And anyway as much as it hurts, it feels kind of good at the same time to ACTUALLY GET PAID FOR YOUR WORK COUGH-COUGH BOOKS. But as painful as it is, it's also not as bad as when I was working and going to school at the same time. Because when I was also going to school of course I would come home from a full day at work and do homework. Not fun. So it is less stressful. At least now I just go to work and then come home and sleep.
I found this when looking back fondly on my first motherly year:
Just, so comfortable. Like, seriously.
Happy Mother's Day everyone! We're so good at taking care of our babies and providing unconditional love all the time.
I was looking myself up on my boyfriends' iPad on lulu to see what other people see (don't ask, I do stuff like that) and I noticed another author shares my last name. But that wasn't all I noticed:
That is not a little girl. (And you're welcome for the sensor bar.)
It's done. I published it. My first ever ever ever ever ever ever story. My first love. In more than one way. It's pretty awesome this day came sooner than I expected. But anyway, looks like I'll have to settle for eBooks for a while, at least until I have more money or get a real job. Whatever comes first. It's pretty cool it's a free service. SO. My next adventure...I'm not sure. I don't know if I want to tackle the rest of the Chronicles or start on The Magic Show or start writing Witches again. We'll see. Decisions, decisions.
I've edited the little baby tiny baby butt 27 paged manuscript and have converted it to eBook, but now I need a cover. So I'm playing around a little and kind of like this:
But it's not big enough. But it's also too adorbs not to share. So what I think I'm going to want to do is keep the floral print somehow, I actually really like that. We'll see, we'll see, we'll see.
I'm checking out my probably now favorite blog, The Bloggess, and noticed on one of the books she wrote there are reviews by famous people like the guy who wrote Running With Scissors and Neil Gaiman. And naturally I go through the emotions: I.D.D.A. (First I'm impressed, then doubtful, then I'm in denial, then I start to feel arrogant). So I'm like "That's cool" but then I'm like "Wow these are really famous people..." and then I'm like "Those can't be real..." and then I'm like "I can make up my own good reviews too," and here they are:
Praise for Amelia Allen and her books:
"Allen is an incredible writer. And is only ugly sometimes." --J.K. Rowling
"I do like [Allen's] books, and that one picture she has is pretty okay." --Brad Pitt
"She has a cute cat." --Taylor Swift
"I noticed that book title My Own Private Hollywood is like My Own Private Idaho. Neat." --Keanu Reeves
...I guess that's what I think celebrities would say about my stuff. Huh. Not too great...
It's so hideous I made him take a better picture of me. I sat up and put on my best pondering face and told him to send it. This is what I got:
"That's how it came out," he says, and I pretended to laugh a little so he wouldn't know I was inwardly spiraling out of control wondering if I magically look like this all the time even when I don't (and it's like THAT'S why I don't fit in any of my pants anymore), like in that How I Met Your Mother episode about Barney always looking perfect even when they take a picture of him sneezing but I am the alternate universe version where I'm ugly Barney but then he sent me the real pic, and this is what it REALLY looked like:
Which is much better.
So I've been yelling at my boyfriend all morning because I'm working and he keeps talking so he took this picture of me:
And I laughed so hard when I saw it I started coughing, which added to my attractiveness. But there I am in my natural habitat. Feast your eyes. No makeup, crazy bedhead hair, one eye bigger than the other...which also kind of looks like it's drifting off to the inside corner...a massive double chin, and chewing on my sweater string. I know. Gorge. But don't get used to it, I'm typically always photogenic and perfect, I mean seriously: I'm Amelia Allen.
Ah, memories. This is a quote from my first love, Logan Parsons. And believe it or not this is the original; I changed very little about the narration, and what he says has remained untouched. Did I tell you I went through and made everything in the third person? That's about the only main difference, other than brutally slashing and burning 130+ pages of the thing, is it used to be told in the first person, through Jinni's eyes. But since it was a fairy tale, it needed to change. All traditional fairy tales aren't told that way.