There's no need to call me 'sir', Professor.

You do.

Sat, 26 Dec 2009 22:50:01 GMT

One of my sets on Polyvore. It's kinda bad, but whatever. I'm not that great at it, anyway. (my profile)

I have good resolution and follow-through. Go me!

And now for something completely different.

Fri, 25 Dec 2009 03:57:07 GMT

I hate this feeling. It happens when I'm caught in between giving up and determination. I mean, there are things I want to do or say, it's just that they probably won't work. Ah, fuck it. You never know unless you try.

Sorry for the crypticness. Guess I'm going to bed. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

-552,397,620,183

Fri, 25 Dec 2009 00:45:27 GMT

That's how much I like being home. I want get done with college and move and live by myself. I especially hate when everyone is home and I can't even sit on the fucking couch by myself. Forgive me Lord, but God damn. And please help me get through the next week when the only time I won't be with people is in the bathroom.

When does school start back again?

And not for lack of trying.

Sun, 20 Dec 2009 04:00:52 GMT

"It is only a small string of excitement, but I find I do not want to let go of it so soon." However, I will let it go. It would be silly to hold on to it any longer.

Anyway, I went to see The Princess and the Frog today with a friend and my niece. I loved it. It is definitely the cutest movie I've seen in a while. I can't believe one of the good characters died, though. I can't remember that happening in any other princess movie.

I really want to go to bed, but I'm downloading an episode of Merlin season two, and it's like only half finished. Thanks for mentioning Merlin, though, Morgan! I really miss that show!

The Other Side

Wed, 16 Dec 2009 22:50:38 GMT

A short story, with influence from Fee's ghost story in AGATB.

They sat where the cherry tree used to be at their babysitter’s house. It was cut down after they both had started school but before they had started growing apart. They went to different schools. Lauren was a soon-to-be fifth grader in another county and Jessica was going into the sixth grade here. They still called each other “best friend” even though they had other best friends now and hardly saw each other except at church and in the summer. Their slumber parties stopped, they were too big for their matching Barbie overnight bags, and Lauren had lost her half of their Beary Best Friends necklaces.

They did not even have much in common anymore, just a few likes, sometimes their age, and their childhoods. School had changed them. Jessica, naturally tan and pretty and never awkward or uncool, was a cheerleader. She would be one until she graduated, and she would be Prom Queen. She would have more boyfriends before she finished school than Lauren would have in her entire life. No one like Lauren’s freckles and she was in that awkward stage of having too big teeth and too short pants. She had only known about popularity since the third grade and still had not figured out what could make her cool. Her clothes came from Wal-Mart and she did not have strong ties with the other kids in her school, having not grown up with them because they all grew up together at the same pre-school.

Lauren and Jessica and their brothers and Jessica’s cousin grew up with just each other at Nanny’s, their babysitter, and a makeshift grandmother. Lauren’s grandmothers lived in other states, not close enough to visit but twice a year. Jessica only had one grandmother who lived only ten minutes away. They both loved Nanny the same but it was always obvious who Nanny liked best. Lauren and the rest took to the backburner because Jessica and her brother were the favorites. They could do no wrong and everything they did was funny or cute. The others had to be careful to not do anything that might make Nanny get on to them, and they always wanted more attention from her. When they were younger, Jessica’s curly hair bounced like springs when she jumped on the little exercise trampoline. Lauren jumped hard and high to get her limp hair to bounce, but Nanny never noticed. Then there was the time a week ago when Jessica found out she could still fit through the tiny half-circle at the bottom of the old Playskool playhouse. Lauren, no bigger than Jessica, could wiggle through it too, yet Nanny was making her way back to the porch. Only Jessica cared, then they went to climb the apple tree.

It was still there, in view of the kitchen windows or the back porch where Nanny usually stayed. The kids always played at the apple tree and hardly ever went around the side of Nanny’s house anymore, where the cherry tree used to be. It was more private there and Jessica was crying. Nanny said something to her, the only thing in all the time Lauren could remember that was not a compliment or word of praise. She asked her what was wrong.

“All she ever does is bitch and gripe at me.”

Lauren thought the response was weird on more than one level. First, Jessica, the girl who never even swore but always promised, said a cuss word. The girl who probably learned all the bad words in school and not from hearing her parents fight about anything from cooking to who gets sent Christmas cards.

Second, Lauren wondered what perfect little Jessica knew about bitching and griping. She was the ideal child, so she could not have gotten any of it from her parents. Lauren’s mother always said things that made her think she would prefer to have Jessica as her daughter. She sat up straight in church and did not lay her head on her mom’s shoulder. She was a cheerleader and Lauren’s mom made her one too though she was awful at it. She cleaned her house on the weekends and now Lauren had to clean hers as well.

Despite whatever resentment Lauren had for Jessica, she still looked up to her. Jessica was older most of the time, popular, and influential. The nine months Jessica had over Lauren meant that she could teach her things, like the words to Yankee Doodle or how to make Jacob’s Ladder. She admired Jessica’s popularity, and when, in two years, she would start a different middle school than her only friends in elementary school, she would beg her mom to let her transfer to the same school as Jessica so she would have friends, but mostly, though she would not say it, she would think moving schools would make her popular since Jessica, who was also the most kindhearted girl on top of everything else, would talk to her as much as possible. Not only did Lauren want to be popular like Jessica, she also wanted to have her power. Everyone loved her and listened to what she said, and she could always get what she wanted. Lauren was loved very much but often ignored, and sometimes she got her way.

She only got her way at Nanny’s when Jessica was not there because Jessica was her favorite who could do no wrong. Perfect Little Jessica, who could not possibly know anything about bitching and griping.

After they had completely grown apart and then became friends again, after they had forgotten about the cherry tree except when they talk of their childhood, after they had grown up and had to make time to visit Nanny, Lauren would think that maybe she was wrong. Maybe Jessica did hear bitching and griping more than she thought. Maybe her dad bitched and griped about how often her mom made chicken or who did not deserve to have thirty-two cents and a card wasted on them because they did not send one last year. Maybe Nanny really did bitch and gripe at Jessica. How would Lauren have known? She did not take the bus to Nanny’s after school. There were new kids there, and Nanny always did baby the littlest ones. Maybe Jessica started being in the way instead of being the center of attention. Maybe she fought to get attention. Maybe she then felt like Lauren always felt – imperfect. Maybe they both pretended to be carefree and happy to hide that feeling. Maybe they needed each other to be happy.

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 16:15:16 GMT

I think I'm going to delete my LJ account. Mostly all I do is bitch on here; that's not very productive. Well, I'll think about it.

I finished all my papers!!! Just have to one left to revise for a portfolio, then as far as I'm concerned this semester is over. Busy work be damned.

Nothing's going on with my country boy. Kinda sad, but I've only seen him twice. Probably I will see him a little more in the coming weeks (hopefully). I got his demo last Friday so I could give it to a friend whose parents own a bar, and his songs have been perpetually stuck in my head. I wish he would get signed already so I can have more than six songs to listen to.

Writer's Block: Book review

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 18:04:58 GMT

What (if any) books would you ban from a high school library? Are there certain subjects that you feel are inappropriate for teenagers regardless of literary merit?

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Any book that has to do with the creation, use, or results of Horcruxes. (Except for the Harry Potter books.)

Woo!

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 02:06:09 GMT

Only half of my ten page paper left! So exciting!

3 papers down

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 04:27:38 GMT

1.5 more to go! Got the Spanish one out of the way. Now all that's left is the art paper and half of my Advanced Comp paper.

2.5 papers down!

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 02:45:26 GMT

And the .5 is half of my ten page paper! Now to do the research part...which won't be hard, I just don't want to interview people. So, I only have eleven-ish pages left to write. Three have to be in Spanish, though (just shoot me). That paper would have totally been done a week ago if it could be in English. And I really don't want to do my art paper. It's going to be a lot tougher to write than the one last semester because, apparently, we're not discussing Medieval painting...Mosaics, yes, but not painting, and I don't remember anything from my last art class. But, whatever. I just have to bullshit three pages.

Anyway...I kind of want the New Moon soundtrack. And I kind of want to date a total country boy. Not a redneck, mind you, just country. He even plays amazing country music (and I'm not just saying that...He really is wonderful, and I hardly ever like country music.) *sigh* We'll see. Probably nothing will come of it, but I'll give it a shot. Maybe.

One paper down!

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 23:43:14 GMT

And I guess you'll be getting updates on my predicament.

I hate this November.

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 00:37:28 GMT

I've got a total of five papers and at least one essay due next month. Fuck. The page lengths are as follows (all double-spaced): Spanish 306 essay(s) - 1 page (in Spanish), art paper - 3 pages, Spanish 301 research paper - 3 pages (in Spanish), Brit lit paper - 4 pages (over half way finished! will be done by the end of the week!), Advanced comp major project paper - 10 pages, and sociology paper - no specific length, but it must answer all question. And here I was wanting to do NaNoWriMo. Let me reiterate: Fuck. That's at least 23 pages, assuming the soc paper is two. Maybe if I combine all the papers together it'll be 50,000 words?

So, my plans are as follows:
Finish the Brit lit paper this week, as soon as possible.
Start working on the SPA 301 paper, which shouldn't be too bad unless I have to write it in Spanish.
Do the art paper as soon as we start discussing medieval paintings.
Do the SPA 306 essay(s) whenever it's (they're) assigned. Those only take a couple hours at most.
Do the sociology paper as soon as we watch the movie it's about. Should be fairly easy.
Work on the advanced comp project all throughout. This paper won't be difficult, just long.
And maybe write some fiction in between.

She'll have fun fun fun.

Sat, 03 Oct 2009 03:16:06 GMT

So, I was thinking the other day about how much fun I had as a kid. Then I though, "Well, I should have more fun now." I think I'll do just that. In fact, a couple weeks ago I downloaded a lightsaber app to my phone and spent an awesome fifteen minutes using it quite enthusiastically.

Anyway, the next day, which happened to be yesterday, after I decided to have more fun, my horoscope on Yahoo! said: If you haven't been able to get that certain person's attention, start using your imagination! There are no rules about how to engage with someone who makes you feel this way -- the door is wide open to many possibilities. So think of something unusual that will get their attention in a disarming way. Be prepared to make yourself look silly in an effort to make them notice you. By showing that you have a sense of humor about yourself, you'll engender fondness.

I don't date, so all that codwallop about "that certain person" should be ignored. I like to think the universe wants me to have more fun in life, too.

Writer's Block: Sleep on it

Sat, 26 Sep 2009 04:00:50 GMT

Did you ever say anything to someone in anger that you lived to regret? Did you apologize? If so, did it bring you closer?

I would just like to point out that anyone writing a response to this question did not die and then regret something...The "lived" is entirely unnecessary.

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 02:56:28 GMT

Today in one of my Spanish classes we were translating sentences and my professor said, "And the next one...'Everybody needs love.' Hmm...Molly that seems like you, why don't you take it." It's kind of nice to know that even Dr. Waag knows that I'm a lover.

Anyway, I'm just putting off working on a paper. It's about Keats and "Bright Star" and its syntax and what not, but I just can't get into it. I really want to see the Bright Star movie. And Zombieland, and I want to go to the Toy Story double feature.

By the way, Britt - don't worry about the stuff that didn't happen.

New AIM

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 01:24:30 GMT

mollyrebekah

It's funny the way things happen.

Wed, 16 Sep 2009 19:57:16 GMT

Really, it is. What happened is discouraging, but I think it's more funny than anything. That's the good thing about being me - I'm not bothered by too much.

Butterflies

Fri, 11 Sep 2009 02:19:09 GMT

I haven't had butterflies since high school, but today they showed up again. I kind of hope this crush amounts to something, or at least lasts a little longer than my crushes tend to. Rarely do I think I could actually date someone that I like, but him? Yes. And if not, it's no skin off my nose or whatever that saying is.

lookin' for love in all the right places

Tue, 08 Sep 2009 01:28:05 GMT

Harry Potter

The Beatles

Gives Me Hope

And God, in case that wasn't a given.

Writer's Block: Under Protest

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 20:01:18 GMT

Have you ever participated in a boycott? What did you boycott and why?

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In the sixth grade, we boycotted not going to recess. Figure that one out.

I feel like Hermione in Prisoner of Azkaban.

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 21:12:54 GMT

I need a time turner. I'm taking eighteen hours, which isn't really so bad because (so far) I've been able to keep up with everything, but, then again, it's only the second week of classes, although I've had a ton of homework, so I think it'll work out. Problem is, five of my classes are on MWF, all in a row. So I was sitting in my second class and I thought, "Oh, no! I missed my art class! What were we supposed to go over? Can I get the notes from anyone? Would Dr. Schrock give me a recap? No, wait...I don't have art for another two hours." And I have two English classes back to back and I couldn't remember which class was in which room.

On another note, I'm kind of thinking I should have done interior design instead of literature. Career options would be a lot more fun, for one thing, and for another, I think I'd be really good at it.

Tue, 25 Aug 2009 03:59:08 GMT

There's this girl in my Spanish class who should totally be in a higher level than 301. As far as I and anyone who sits around me can tell, she is practically fluent in it, and she is particularly annoying. We folks who are pretty much awful at Spanish wish she would just shut the fuck up because not only does she make us all look bad, but her voice rises like ten pitches when she speaks in Spanish. So, it's more or less like a chipmunk gibbering away about God knows what.

So there's that girl. There's also a guy that I have a couple classes with (and I do kind of like him, for simplicity's sake), and today she moved over close to him in class and she was laughing at, like, everything he said. It kind of pissed me off. Not that I think he would ever go for her, because he's also part of the make-fun-of-the-blonde-girl, why-the-hell-can't-she-shut-up? group. And it's not so much that I'm jealous, it's more that I kind of feel like I need to protect him from her for some strange reason. (Strange because I have absolutely no idea why.)

Anyway, that's what's going on. Plus eighteen hours of classes. Fun, fun, fun.

Fri, 14 Aug 2009 01:55:16 GMT

So, I was hanging out with one of my two friends today, and she was talking about God knows what, because that's just what she talks about, and she said something like, "I guess you're one of my best friends." I've considered her to be one of my best friends for about three or four years. All righty then.

As much as that sounds like a FML post, I don't like FML. I like GMH because I'm a positive person. http://www.givesmehope.com/ (I am really fucking positive, it's insane.)

lol

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 23:55:00 GMT

I never "lol", but this is cause.

"Se me olvidaba decirte que posees la belleza de la Rosa."

I have the beauty of a rose. Excuse me while I snigger. Not that I'm ugly, it's just funny. I joined Babbel.com because I want some practical help with my Spanish, and all but three people that have contacted me have been creeps. That's what one of the creeps sent me.

And now for something completely different.
I've decided that I fucking love baseball! I decided about a year and a half ago that I like baseball players, but going to a game is twice as nice. You get to see a game and admire the (good) male physique. Good as in in shape and wonderfully muscular. A town close to me got a minor league team this year, which is awesome, because minor league games are really fun, and apparently more fun than major league ones. Going again Friday - can't wait!

Writer's Block: Birthday Shout-out

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 12:58:00 GMT

Happy birthday, J.K. Rowling! Which of her seven Harry Potter novels do you think is the most satisfying read?

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GoF, OotP, and DH. The first two have everything - duels, growing relationships, deaths, exciting parts. They leave very little to be wanted (except for Sirius not dying!). DH concludes everything in what I think is a satisfying way.