Lyle

A very serious matter, indeed

2010-05-02T00:52:00.001-07:00

I know I just posted earlier, but I failed to mention something VERY SERIOUS, VERY SERIOUS INDEED.

I must call this to your attention immediately.

I'm not sure if you're aware, but there is a very serious problem that has been going on very recently, and has been getting worse. It is called SLENDERMAN. Yes, Slenderman. It's a very terrible problem, I assure you.

You can find information here and here. I suggest starting with the videos (Introduction and continue in order) and then follow the Twitter account.

Arm yourself with knowledge!!

Sister Blog

2010-05-01T19:45:00.000-07:00

Oh, dear readers.

I have not forgotten about you. School has taken up so much of my time and mental energy. It's quite ridiculous. Well, one semester of Ancient Greek and I've learned my lesson. No more Greek for me. But I will be continuing Latin and I'll be taking beginning Italian next semester. Hooray!

Besides that, everything is going well. I've taken several cooking classes on the weekend. I loooove it!! I made delicious poached pears with a red wine sauce. Mmm mmm mmm.

I have good news! Because one member of our 'Team' will be away from us in Argentina next semester, my two friends and I have made blogs so that we can keep up with each other. I know what you're thinking: Maggie, you can't even keep up with this blog. I know, I know. But I swear I'm going to be better this summer. Really.

Now, this other blog may not be as enjoyable a read as dear old Lyle, because it is meant for my friends, but I thought I'd put a link here anyways, just in case anyone is curious about my inner-workings (scary though!).

It's called Words to Live By.

An another note, I hope everyone has been well since I've been gone. Any amazing plans for the summer?

A Monday is a Monday

2010-01-18T19:33:00.000-08:00

Regardless of whether or not it's a holiday, Monday's still suck.

That being said, happy MLK day!

And here's your video:

Finally Friday

2010-01-15T10:07:00.000-08:00

Only three days into the semester and already it's killing me. I still have two classes that don't even start until next week.

Bleh.

On the plus side, it is Friday and we have Monday off. Woot!

And, since it is Friday, I'm putting up a list for you all to enjoy. Because I'm just that nice.

The Top Seven Classic Movie Moments You Didn't Know Were Improv

And so the semester begins

2010-01-13T09:49:00.000-08:00

Classes began today. Woo-hoo.

Actually, fake enthusiam set aside, I'm taking some interesting classes this semester. I've got my last Latin class, Beginning Ancient Greek, Daily Life in Ancient Greece, Beginning Photography, Observational Astronomy, and piano lessons. Go me!

I checked out both TCA and the local branch of the CIA here in San Antonio. Both were very interesting, but I think I may be a little bit more in love with the CIA. Either way, I'm staying here at school to finish out my Bachlor's before I do anything else. I was hoping to take some weekend classes at the CIA, but it turns out you have to be at least 21. *sigh*

Also, I must apologize once again for going so long without posting. In order to make up for it, I'll give you the article for Wednesday as well as the funny video I would have posted on Monday. Enjoy!

Wednesday's article: Android Karenina

Monday's video: Don't you hate it when this happens?

Snarky

2010-01-02T22:13:00.000-08:00

I forgot to mention in my last post that I went to Disney World this summer. That has nothing to do with anything, but I though I'd just put it out there.

Another thing: I started learning to crochet (sp?) today. Yeah . . . we'll see how that goes.

Also went on a tour of TCA in Austin today. I have some pretty mixed feelings about the place, which I won't go into here, but I have to say it was very nice.

Well, today is Saturday, so you know what that means. Yep, here is your weekly picture of a cute cat being cute:

Many, many apologies

2010-01-01T12:27:00.000-08:00

I have included this scene from the wonderful movie (500) Days of Summer (if you haven't seen it, DO SO NOW) in order to say that I am rrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaalllllllllllyyyyyyy sorry for not posting in so long. A little thing called life sort of got in the way.

At times beautiful, at other times horrible, but never boring, the last year or so has been quite a ride. While I would love to share it all with you, I can give you these little tid-bits:

I saw Regina Spektor in concert!!! Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!
I've met a great guy who is just simply amazing. I don't mind devoting an entire post to describing just why he is so amazing, but I'm sure you would. So for now I will spare you. I'll refer to him as Jon.
I'm considering dropping out of the school I'm currently attending in order to go to culinary school. I've looked around and it seems my best two options are either the branch of the CIA (Culinary Institute of America) located in San Antonio or the branch of the Le Cordon Bleu located in Austin. Both options have strengths and weaknesses. More on this later.

As you were probably able to tell long ago, I have dropped my poem-a-day idea, but I am still writing. I may post some of my new stuff later to share. :]

But for now, I will just leave you with another apology for my lateness, and this Friday's list: The Most Obvious Scientific Discoveries of 2009.

Deep philosophical thoughts

2009-02-25T21:05:00.000-08:00

After a late night conversation (or early morning. . . very early morning) I have come to once conclusion:

Of course God has a sense of humor.

Evidence:
1. the platypus
2. the ostrich
3. the giraffe
4. Ryan Kilpatrick

Unfortunately, God's all-powerful sense of humor can have only one drawback: he already knows every punchline to every joke that has ever been told or will ever be told. Nothing's funny anymore because he's already heard it. Waaaaaaaaaaaay back, in the beginning of time, God foresaw every joke that would ever be told, and he let out one big, "HA!"

And that was it.

Do you realize how tired he must be of lightbulb jokes, bodily function jokes, dirty jokes, chicken-crossing-the-road jokes, etc? It must be awful! You must really get a good place in heaven if you can do anything that makes God laugh.

But that brings up a good question: what about comedians in heaven? Are they obligated to try to make God laugh? What if they don't? Are they still allowed to stay? Or do they just not even try?

Hmmmm . . . .

And what about those angels? Are they just as tired of jokes as God? Or do they still find things funny? Do they get on God's nerves by retelling jokes too much? And Jesus: is he the younger, more immature version of God who is still amused by bodily functions? Does he annoy God, too? And does God ever tell jokes? Is he good at it, or does he just completely ruin it?

Well, I think I've given you a lot to ponder. Before I end this, I'll leave you with two more deep questions to consider:

1. Are we human, or are we dancers?
2. What came first: the chicken nugget or the egg mcmuffin?

Inspiration

2009-02-15T22:39:00.001-08:00

Hey guys! Long time no post. Sorry about that, but here's something to make up for it.

I'm not sure if you all knew this, but I love quotes. Love. In the journal I'm keeping, I write down quotes I like whenever I run across them. I found some I wanted to share with you:

Believe nothing, no matter where you read it or who said it, not even if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense. ~Buddha

The function of music is to release us from the tyranny of conscious thought.

Do not go where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

You're not your job. Your not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

Peace. It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart.

Listen until their brain has been twisted like a dripping towel and what they have to say is all over the floor. ~Hugh Elliot

This is your world. Shape it or someone else will. ~Gary Lew

Take pride in your pain. You are stronger than those who have none. ~Louis Lowry

I used to think when I got older, the world would make so much more sense. But you know what? The older I get, the more confusing it is to me. The more complicated it is to me. You'd think we'd get better at it. ~Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist

Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people in the whole world. I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside. Inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid worlds. Not just one world, hundreds of them, maybe thousands. ~ Neil Gaiman

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see? ~Alice in Wonderland

People will love you and people will hate you. They will pretend to understand you and pretend to give a damn. Sometimes it will be genuine. People will hurt you and knock you down. People are like that. But the sun still rises and the world still turns. The only thing that you can do is make the most out of the time that you have, instead of wasting it on other people's perceptions of you. Give all that you can give and love the life you are in. If you can be happy with yourself, nothing else will matter.

In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with. ~Juno

Just because you didn't speak the facts out loud didn't erase their existance. Silence was just a quieter way to lie. ~Jodi Picoult

If you obey all the rules, you'll miss all the fun. ~Katharine Hepburn

We're all damaged in our own way. Nobody's perfect. I think we are all somewhat screwy, every single one of us. ~Johnny Depp

All I want to do is ride bikes with you and stay up late and watch cartoons.

Fall in love or fall in hate. Get inspired or be depressed. Ace a test or flunk a class. Make babies or make art. Speak the truth or lie and cheat. Dance on tables or sit in the corner. Life is divine chaos. Embrace it. Forgive yourself. Breathe. And enjoy the ride . . .

Never refuse an invitation, never resist the unfamiliar, never fail to be polite and never outstay the welcome. Just keep you mind open and suck in the expierience. And it it hurts, you know what? It's probably worth it. ~The Beach

Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart. ~C.S. Lewis

In the beginning, we told each other secrets. In the end, we told each other lies.

Music is a total constant. That's why we have such a strong, visceral connection to it, you know? Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment. ~Just Listen

I want somebody to sleep with the rest of my life and cuddle up during a movie on a couch. Stay up all night talking about nothing. Get lost in the woods together. Challenge me, challenge him. Talk about dreams, make dreams. Have fights, the kind that only really matter just as long as you’re having them. Someone I can wrestle with, you know, play hard sometimes and not worry about breaking a nail or an arm. A guy who will bring me flowers, once in a while, maybe a rock too or a shell of some sort. Something he saw that made him think of me, made him think “this might make my girl smile” as he smiles to himself. A guy who wants me, maybe even needs me, just a little, enough to hold onto me with everything he’s got.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain. ~Jim Morrison

No matter what you do or say, there's nothing you can do to make people understand you. ~Kurt Cobain

You deserve to be with someone who makes you happy, somebody who doesn't complicate your life, somebody who won't hurt you. ~Grey's Anatomy

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much and pray too selfom. We have multiplied our possessions but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living but not a life. We've added years to life, not life to years.

I always wonder why birds chose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. ~Mathew 6:34

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Now playing: The Format - Give It Up
via FoxyTunes

Yep, it's that time again

2009-02-03T20:55:00.000-08:00

(I promise I'm not going to be one of those annoying blogs that only lists links to other sites, but I've discovered the amazing world of Stumble, and I want to share some of my finds with everyone.)

(And by a few finds, I mean a kajillion.)

If an occasion ever arrises where you find you need to make a formal apology, here is a handy dandy form to help you out.
THINK FAST!
Words fail me on this one. Just check it out for yourself.
Abel and I had waaaaaay to much fun with this frog. The best words to use: hey, cooter, titties, fag, noodle, fagnoodle, muffin.
England rocks, bitches!
Best. Online. Radio. In. The. World.
I want all of these shirts. For my birthday.
I promise that someday I will stop forcing Inauguration photos on you, but I keep finding such awesome pictures!
Yay! Useless information about your birthday!!
Woodie Guthrie's official site. Why? Because.
Hells yeah.
Because we're in college and we're busy; we don't have time to watch a whole damn movie.
There's no grail here.
I need more money for my Jewish habits.
Imaginary friends = the shit.
Church wars: it's serious business.
Search for music with your voice.
Finally, politics made easy.
Hey, what is today?
Bam! Visual search engine!
Oops.
Need to find some lyrics? No biggie.
Ok, this has to be some of the coolest shit ever on the internet.
Explore the universe.
Type in the name of any group or artist, and make a music map.
Explore the universe again.
70s Swedish dance bands: sexy.
What do you want to do before you die?
So you've decided to dedicate your life to evil and darkness. What next?
Great timing!
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo. You heard.
So who's going to be your next favorite band?
Bush's successes vs. his failures.
I'm not sure if I agree with all of these.
I WANT TO WORK AT GOOGLE.
Work on your guitar face.

And there you have it.

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Now playing: Minus the Bear - The Fix
via FoxyTunes

Awesome things

2009-02-01T16:37:00.000-08:00

Here are some things I think are awesome:

Popping buggle wrap
When you know the answer to questions on Jeopardy
When the socks from the dryer match up perfectly
Getting out of the car after a really long trip
Celebrities on Sesame Street
Good escalator etiquette
Eating McDonalds and not feeling quilty
Old, classic board games
Old folks who sit on their porch and wave at you when you go by
The fetal position
Absolute perfect silence
Your family car you had growing up
The smell of the coffee aisle in the grocery store
When your microwave pops your popcorn perfectly
Having a good cry
The perfect chicken wing partner
Getting the big corner stall in the public restroom
The other side of the pillow
Playing with a baby and not having to change its diaper
When the vending machine gives you two things instead of one
The laugh echo
The perfect egg crack
When the gift receipt is already in the box
Slurping hot soup on a cold night
When you get the milk to cereal ratio just right
Finding out your birthday for the next year is going to be on a Friday or Saturday
The feeling of scrunching sand under your feet
The five second rule
Taking your bra off after wearing it for hours
Getting in a line just before it gets long
The smell and sound of a campfire
The parking lot pull through
Getting a piggy back ride
When someone lands on a hotel you just built in Monopoly
Ugly actors
High-fiving babies
The sound of a solid crack in a game of pool
Really, really tall people
Bowling celebrations
Taking your shoes and socks off after a long day
When the only other person getting in the elevator is going to the same floor as you
Getting something with actual handwriting on it in the mail
Playing old-school video games
Roasting the perfect marshmallows
When you manage to squeeze enough toothpaste out for one last brush
Using all the different soaps and shampoos in someone else's shower
Peeling an orange in one shot
Bakery air
When you arrive at your destination just as a good song ends on the radio
Eating breakfast in bed
Hanging your hand out the car window
The sound of scissors cutting construction paper
The moment at a concert after the lights go out and the band comes out
When you're really tired and about to go to sleep and someone throws a blanket on you
Hitting a bunch of green lights in a row
Getting a trucker to blow their horn
Watching the Price is Right when you're home sick.
Eating foods you loved when you were a kid
Getting the first scoop of peanut butter
The smell of rain on a hot sidewalk
Sweatpants aka jogging pants aka track pants
Terrible businesses run by children
The universal fry-sharing policy
Somebody flashing their high beams at you to warn you about the cops
Using Q-tips the way you're not supposed to use them
Your pillow
Spending all your money on candy
The first shower you take after not showering for a really long time
Neighbors with pools
Hearing a stranger fart in public
When cashiers open up a new line at the grocery store
Rain hair
Sneezing three or more times in a row
Using rock-paper-scissors to settle anything
The telephone
Being the first person into a really crowded movie theater and getting the best seats
When someone offers to toss your dirty clothes in with their load of laundry
The day when you first realize you can drive
Building a stack of pancakes that looks just like the front of the box
Any food that requires Wet-Naps and a stack of napkins to eat
Sleeping in new bed sheets
High tens
Flossing
Old, dangerous playground equipment
Wearing underwear just out of the dryer
When you pull up to a red light and the guy in front of you nudges up a bit so you can turn right
Picking the perfect nacho off of someone else's plate
Picking a 'q' and 'u' at the same time in Scrabble
Waiters and waitresses who bring refills without asking
Finding money you didn't even know you lost
Locking people out of the car and pretending to drive away
The last crumbly triangle in a bag of potato chips

Happy Year of the Ox!!

2009-01-26T10:34:00.000-08:00

And to celebrate, here's some links to help you waste time:

Star Wars and sports: who would've known?

Speaking of Star Wars, did you know that real Star Wars fans hate Star Wars?

Ever wondered what the difference between running amok and going berserk is?

Check out these cool long exposure photographs.

Here are some of the strangest places in the U.S.

And now look at these great photos of Inauguration day (and here it is in legos).

Ok, so why do all pop songs sound the same? Maybe because they all have the same four chords.

Have you ever noticed that Kermit and Christian Bale are exactly the same?

So it's the year of the Ox, but what does that really mean? Find out more here.

Still feeling anti-pop? Here are six pop songs that stole from classical music.

Play this game if you want to get addicted to something.

And finally, your day just wouldn't be complete without an online Etch a Sketch.

Michael Phelps

2009-01-22T20:11:00.000-08:00

Wow! It's January 22 already! It's already been a year since Heath Ledger died. Doesn't seem like it, does it? Check this out; just be ready to get all sentimental and teary eyed.

Ok, so there is something I want to talk about. Something serious.

(I know, I know: Maggie being serious for once.)

Hahaha. Ok so here it is:

I've known for awhile now that one of the major demons in my life, if not the biggest, is self-esteem. I struggle with this so much, and for the longest time I was in denial as to the reason why.

Well, not really the reason why. I knew why. I just didn't want to think about it or talk about it, because if I ignored it, then it wasn't a problem and it didn't happen. But, I've come to realize that this doesn't help anything. I could resolve this so much better if I just faced it instead.

So.

Once upon a time, I didn't have a self esteem problem. I didn't care that I wasn't very pretty or how much I weighed or if I wore make up in public or not. I just didn't care. Not to say that I didn't want to look nice or anything, I always wanted to look my best. I just didn't care that my best wasn't necessarily someone else's best.

Enter the Boyfriend.

Boyfriend decides he doesn't like it when Maggie eats too much or doesn't wear make up when she goes out. Boyfriend decides he doesn't like it when Maggie wears skirts around other people besides himself. Boyfriend tells Maggie she looks pretty sometimes, he guesses, and she'll never really be good enough, but she's kinda close. Boyfriend never wants to spend time around Maggie, but he doesn't want her around her friends, either, especially the guys.

It came to the point where I just had to tell myself that this was not ok. I had to tell myself that letting go would hurt, but being in a relationship like that would hurt me more.

So now, I feel so much better because Boyfriend is not longer in my life, but I'm still dealing with all that shit from him. And while I realize that it's such a stupid thing to let these things continue to bother me, it's so hard to not let them.

And so, yeah. That's it. The end.

And now, just so we end on a good note, may I present My List:

1. Michael Phelps

2. Pierce Brosnan

3. Daniel Craig

4. Jack White

5. Axl Rose

6. Bono

7. James Dean

8. Gregory Peck

9. That Irish guy that died in P.S. I Love You

10. Patrick Dempsey

11. Adam Levine

12. Heath Ledger

(There's more. I'll think of them later.)

Just for fun

2009-01-21T21:40:00.000-08:00

Thing that annoy me:

people who think they're always right
people who blame everything on someone else
bathroom scales
lipstick
100 calorie packs of oreo cakesters
their names aren't Dwayne!!!
somebody else's trash in our room
no House marathon
dirty laundry
people who are in the shower when I need to be
people who spend an hour in the shower
the name 'Justin'

And now, for your entertainment:

What if Pride and Prejudice took place on Facebook?

Find out more about your professors.

A great site for college students.

Things science can't explain.

Check out these unsolved mysteries.

Missed Obama's inaugural speech? Don't worry; here's the text and video.

Look at the crowds during the inauguration.

Aretha Franklin is a pimp.

And you thought Americans were scary.

Letters to God

2009-01-14T18:11:00.000-08:00

Dear God:

Why is my family so fucked up?

Love,

Maggie

Dear God:

Why does my family have flabby arms?

Love,

Maggie

Dear God,

Why is my family obsessed with the color purple?

Love,

Maggie

Dear God,

Why does my family never wear pants?

Love,

Maggie

And now it's time for a fun game!

Okay so the rules are simple. Just do what each ones says then tag 20 of your friends and laugh. Have FUN!
1. YOUR REAL NAME:
Maggie Dempsey

2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of real name plus izzle.)
Magizzle

3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color and favorite animal)
Blue Giraffe

4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (your middle name and street you live on/or neighborhood if it's a number)
Taylor Rivercrest

Taylor One Trinity Place

5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name)
Berma

6. YOUR SUPERHERO/CRIMINAL NAME: (Your 2nd favorite color, and favorite drink)
Green tea

Hahahaha! I like that.

7. YOUR IRAQI NAME: (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, 1st letter of your last name, 2nd letter of your moms maiden name, 3rd letter of your dads name, 1st letter of a siblings first name, and last letter of your moms first name).
Arbpsje

Wtf?

8. YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (parents middle names).
Michelle Stephen

9 . YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one of your pets).
Black Higgins

10 . YOUR HOOD NAME:....first 3 of your first name and add -iqua....
Magiqua

11. What will you repost this as? (1st letter of middle name; last letter of siblings first name, first letter of your last name, and add lockly)
Tnblocky

Fail.....

Amusing picture of the week

2009-01-13T15:57:00.000-08:00

The book-buying blues...

2009-01-12T12:28:00.000-08:00

Books and stuff I bought for class this semester:

First Year Seminar

Tuesday & Thursday 11:20 am - 12:35 pm:

I'm Not There Original Soundtrack (new) - $21

The Essential Bob Dylan (new) - $27

Younger Than That Now (new) - $16.95

Chronicles Volume One (new) - $15

Bob Dylan (new) - $14.95

Classical Mythology

Monday, Wednesday, Friday 1:30 pm - 2:20 pm:

Sophocles I (used) - $8.25

Sophocles II (used) - $9

The Homeric Hymns (used) - $8.20

Metamorphoses (used) - $8.20

Euripides I (used) - $8.25

Odyssey (used) - $11.10

Works & Days and Theogony (used) - $9.40

Bacchae (used) - $5.10

Myths From Mesopotamia (used) - $10.45

Oresteia (used) - $9.40

Art History II

Monday, Wednesday 2:30 pm - 3:45 pm:

Fourteenth to Seventeenth Century Art (used) - $49.35

Eighteenth to Twenty-First Century Art (used) - $46.95

Tax: $22.64

Total: $301.19

(And this isn't even counting the Latin books I'm still using from last semester.)

(I hate buying books.)

I am being creeped

2009-01-09T13:20:00.000-08:00

Missed Calls

Friday, January 9:

Justin 2:57 pm
Justin 2:31 pm
Justin 2:19 pm
Justin 1:56 pm
James 11:03 am
Justin 8:59 am

Thursday, January 8:

Justin 10:07 pm
Justin 10:03 pm
Justin 9:50 pm
Justin 9:34 pm
Ashley 8:06 pm
Ashley 7:53 pm
Justin 7:13 pm
Dad 6:55 pm
Justin 6:01 pm
Justin 5:28 pm
Justin 5:18 pm
Ashley 4:55 pm
Justin 12:21 pm
Justin 8:52 am

Wednesday, January 7:

Justin 9:20 pm
Justin 8:40 pm
Justin 8:19 pm
Justin 7:14 pm
Justin 7:12 pm
Justin 6:42 pm
Ashley 10:45 am

Tuesday, January 6:

Justin 4:02 pm

Monday, January 5:

Ashley 9:43 pm
Justin 9:07 pm
Justin 9:06 pm
Justin 8:41 pm
Justin 8:36 pm
Ashley 8:22 pm
Justin 5:05 pm

Sunday, January 4:

Justin 8:15 pm
Justin 7:13 pm
Ashley 6:50 pm
Justin 6:20 pm
Justin 4:17 pm
Ashley 3:51 pm
Justin 3:22 pm
Justin 1:50 pm

And that's just this week.

Ok, I'll play your sick little game.

2009-01-07T20:13:00.000-08:00

Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 19 random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end, choose 13 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.

(you don't have to write anything)

1. I have this thing about my weight. While I am sort of semi-aware of the fact that I am not fat, and probably not even overweight, I can't help but think of myself as fat. I really do. It's not an attention thing. You know: hey-look-I-think-I'm-fat-now-tell-me-I'm-not. I don't know what it is, but it is.

2. I also have a number thing. Maybe it's because the OCD part of my brain likes patterns. I've noticed that bad things come in 3's, and good things only last about 3 months. Ironically, I've also noticed that, throughout my whole life, I've consitantly had two best friends at a time, making, you got it, 3.

3. I'm a music snob. I totally base my entire perception of a person based on what music they listen to, and I have no problem with people doing the same to me.

4. Ok, so I can find a place to cry during just about any movie. So what? :P

5. Once upon a time I was the world's biggest tomboy. I was happy with that, and I didn't care. Then one day a boy told me he loved me, and I thought I must be in love with him. So I let him change me, and ta dah! Thanks to him, I am now a complete mess. I'm still trying to figure out just what it is I want to be.

6. I collect fortunes from cookies. Maybe I'm hoping that one day, one of those little suckers will actually tell me something profound and true. Hasn't happened yet.

7. Onions are Satan incarnate. End of story.

8. I measure distance in time, not miles. It just seems more useful.

9. Things that annoy me: repetition, lipstick, clingy guys, the hours of 3 a.m. to 8 a.m., people with no sense of humor, ugly sweaters, humidity, spiders, nipple piercings, math, monotony, stairs, and people who don't like puppies.

10. I kill plants. It's not that a try to, it just happens. I don't mean to. :[

11. Solitaire is my arch nemisis.

12. Jello still fascinates me.

13. Sometimes I get in a mood where I need to be around other people, and I can't find anybody who wants to hang out. Other times, I just need to get away and be on my own, but that's when everyone wants me around. *sigh*

14. I loved going to the zoo as a kid and still do.

15. Life is better seen through a camera lens.

16. I have this thing about guilt: I get it for the dumbest reasons. Like the time I was in the hospital. Guilt. Or the time my best friend's heart was broken. Guilt. Or when I was in a wreck and it wasn't even my fault. Guilt.

17. I can kick anybody's ass at Super Mario. Bring it.

18. I ache to travel the world. Sometimes I get annoyed by being in the same place too long.

19. I spend more money on underwear than just about anything else.

A poem and belated resolutions

2009-01-07T19:58:00.000-08:00

The poem:

Today I am made of 6.
Yesterday I was only 5, and tomorrow I will be 7.

Today I am made of midnight and moonlight and my own personal holocaust.
Today I am hope. Today I am made of singing along with the radio in the car.
Today I am made of Japan and I am also an empty bird bath.
I am both waiting and dreaming. Iam twirling in an empty room.
I am your words, "...see you tomorrow?" left hanging in the air, and I am drifting out the open window.
I am made of driving too fast.
I am made of January.
Today I am made of pretzels baking in the oven, as well as earrings shaped like guitars.
I am a tangled necklace, and a pile of laundry to fold, and a book left open.

Today I am made of lavender. Today I am made of the letter 'e'.
Today I am made of moving on.

The resolutions:
1. No more procrastinating.
2. Don't make the same mistake twice.
3. Actually use that dumb planner. Don't just look at it.
4. Be more organized.
5. Stop trying to figure people out like a music piece; they don't fit together that way and it only confuses things.
6. Have expieriences and stories to tell.
7. Get to sleep at a reasonable time.
8. Take care of the plants.
8. Get used to the idea that my best friend is not coming back.
9. Stick to the diet.

In which Maggie has An Adventure

2008-12-29T21:25:00.000-08:00

Well, sort of an adventure. It was an adventure for me anyways.

Our story begins the Friday before Christmas.

On that particular Friday, I happened to be very bored. I had been stuck in the house since Wednesday night, when I had gotten home from school.

So, first I had dinner with James and his new boyfriend (awwww!).

(That's not the adventure. Wait for it.)

Then, I came back home and immediatly left for the most redneck expierience of my life. I didn't know it was going to be redneck. All I knew was that Jade, Ashley, and I were going to someone's lakehouse where they were having a bonfire, and there I'd meet Jade's fiance, his brother, who Ash is 'talking' to (that means dating), and some of their friends.

Red. Neck.

But, anways, getting on with the story.....

Turns out one of their friends, took a liking to me. His name was Justing (I find this both ironic and funny for many reasons that I won't go into right now.)

So, Justin and I talked on the phone everyday for a week, and, two nights ago, we went to go see a movie.

(This is the adventure part.)

Justin is really really nice. He paid for my ticket and my food (this has never happened before). He insisted on opening every door for me. He made sure to tell me I looked nice, and he asked several times during the evening if I was having fun. He even let me pick the movie. Do you know how much pressure that put on me? It was a lot of pressure.

But that's not the point.

This is a really nice guy. Yes. Every time we talk on the phone he asks me question after question, and always says, "Ok, tell me something else I don't know about you yet." I can tell he really does want to get to know me, and he's really nice and really sweet.

Here's the thing:

I feel horrible because I do not feel attracted to him in any way.

I just don't. How can I be attracted to someone who doesn't know who the Killers are or who Bob Dylan is, or who thinks that when I talk about the Holy Trinity I'm talking about God? (Btw: I'm not.)

How do you not know who Bob Dylan is?

Do you know how annoying it is to have to explain all the little music references I slip into the conversation? It completely messes up the flow of things.

Oh, and he's never heard of Half Price or even Hastings. I don't dare even try to bring up B&N.

The other thing is, I've only known him for little over a week, and already I feel kind of... smothered, I guess. We've talked on the phone everyday since that Friday. Except today, that is. Is it really necessary to talk everyday? I don't think so. He seems to, though. By 7:30 this evening, I already had 4 missed calls from him and 2 voicemails.

Ugh.

One the one hand, I feel terrible, because he really is a nice guy. On the other hand, I'm so annoyed!

What is a girl to do?

(Oh yeah, and I had a great Christmas.)

You'll shoot your eye out.

2008-12-17T08:43:00.000-08:00

Since this is going to be my last post before I leave for Christmas break, and I'm probably not going to get a chance to post over the break, I just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas!!

(But don't worry. It'll be back to business as usual after the break. So don't forget to check back in. :] )

"Have fun. Stay safe. Be fair." - Ray Sturges, National Fairness Day 2008

And I want each and everyone of you to remember that you are a special person. You are a winner!!!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!

P.S. Check this out:http://abelandmaggie.blogspot.com/

Children left unattended will be sold to the circus

2008-12-15T18:00:00.000-08:00

Like Shannon. I'm selling her to the circus. I'll get about 5 bucks. That's like... two diet Cokes.

Score!

But, seriously, guys....

I'd like to take a moment to discuss finals...

.... and how much they RUIN MY LIFE.

Well, ok, to be fair I only have one left, and they six I've had before haven't been *that* bad, but I am so ready for finals to be over and done with. My last one is Wednesday at 6:30 and then I can go hoooommmmeeee!!!

What I really wanted to talk about was the bad habit I've developed. That is, lately, I've started turning off my alarms in my sleep. I woke up an hour late for my Theory exam this morning, and on Saturday I woke up 15 minutes before I was supposed to be at my piano jury. I know what you're thinking: Silly Maggie, you just forgot to set your alarm. Oh, no. I made very sure to set my alarm, and I remember doing it each time. Apparently, my asleep-self doesn't like the nasty alarm and wants to sleep in.

This is not a good habit.

Oh, well. There are worse habits I could pick up.

Maybe.

Kind of.

Just a little.

Maggie is Made Of Impishness, Compassion, and Attractiveness

3 parts Impishness
2 parts Compassion
1 part Attractiveness

And a Splash of Moxie

Finish off with whipped cream

What's the Recipe for Your Personality?

They may take our lives, but they will never take our Independence Day!!!

2008-12-14T14:50:00.001-08:00

In case you need some motivation:

Controls hunger for up to 4 hours

2008-12-14T11:19:00.001-08:00

First off, I did something (slightly) useful yesterday (and yes, the irony of the poem vs. the post did occur to me, but I decided to put it here, anyway). It was inspired by a recent event:

Hello again, old friend.
It feels good to finally be able to speak after so long.
It's kind of you to help me pick up the pieces of
myself I tend to leave lying around.

I still remember how you once named me Restless
and laughed at my wandering habits. You loved
the way I brought you gifts of
old autumn leaves and fallen stars and
dead dreams. It never bothered you that I
couldn't stay in one place for too long,
for you alone knew this secret:
I would always eventually come back.

Now I've wandered a bit too far, and I'm glad
that I have you to come find me. I'm so sorry
that I ever made you feel compelled
to follow me; I didn't mean to make you love me.
But my pockets are full of things I have found to show you:
bottle caps and street signs and glowing neon moons
to light up your night and little nonsense songs to help
you sleep.

It's good to be able to show you these things again.

I'm not entirely sure what to call it. Maybe it could be something boring like "Old friends" or something a little more elaborate like "This time I'm not coming back" or something really descriptive such as "One time you went to Sonic and bought me my favorite drink, even though I'd never told you what that was."

Any of those work, really.

Also, I'd like to take a moment to respond to something.

It doesn't matter if you don't know what it is that I'm responding to. I'd even like to say that nobody will know, except one person. And that's the whole point.

So:

I'd like to start off by saying that I hope one instance of anger doesn't mean a friendship is ruined. No, our circumstances doesn't demand that we be great friends, but I thought we were. And we were really lucky, too. Because think of all the other people we could've been paired with.

>.<

Yep.

And I'm sorry if the post made you cry. I didn't mean to. I didn't even mean to hurt you. Sometimes things just build up and they have to come out, and, oh, look, here's Blogger. (It's so nice for letting things out.) I think the worst part of it all is that I expected you to know what took me forever to figure out: that my anger takes forever to build, but when it does, it comes out fast and then it's gone.

No more mad. Mad goodbye.

And the silence. The silence was perhaps best. I used to have the worst temper in the world and the worst timing when it came to making comments. So I've learned that sometimes it's best to just say nothing at all, because you never know what might slip out. And you can't take things back.

And I don't mean to shut you out either. And I don't mind if you tell me your shit. That's what I'm here for. It's what I'm good at. I may not always have to best answer, but I try to listen. Sometimes that's all people need.

And when you say that you're scared none of the things we've done matter: let me tell you, they do. If I went up to any other person and said "Hey" or "P-nip" they'd just look at me like I was insane.

Jerk.

But, if you think that one instance of me being angry will make me forget all this, then I think one semester has not been long enough.

Fo sho.

Reality check #1567

2008-12-12T23:34:00.000-08:00

Look:

I do realize that sometimes life isn't always peachy keen.

I also realize I have a helping people thing.

Yet I'm also aware of my limitations.

I'm aware that sometimes setting goals and boundaries in my life and keeping them is a good thing. Setting rules for myself and abiding by them is what keeps my life from being a complete screw-job. Doing something just so I can say I have done it and I know how to do it now is stupid. Sorry. I've been nice about it for too long. Recognizing our problems is a good thing, but it's only the beginning. Continuing to indulge them doesn't help anything.

I'm also painfully aware that it is 1:30 in the morning and I have to get up at 7:00 so I have time to practice for my jury at 9:30.

(Damn. I know.)

But snapping at me when I make an attempt to salvage what's left of my sleeping time is the last thing that needs to happen right now.

Believe it or not, even I have a point where I don't care about being nice anymore. I've gotten much much much better at controlling my temper, but even I have my limits. Not everyone can get 3 hours of sleep and be fine.

(And I'm well aware that reading this will probably cause you to roll your eyes and laugh, as does pretty much everything else I do. Go ahead. Please do. Just do it. Really.)

And I might as well keep writing because it doesn't seem like I'm going to be getting any sleep any time soon. Might as well just skip the jury for all the good this is going to do me.

OR I could go sleep on the balcony. Or the elevator. Or the study lounge. Anywhere else I could possibly go would be infinity better than here. I know: I'll go sleep in a practice room and be right there, ready to warm up when 7:00 rolls around. Hopefully, they'll excuse my pajamas, because I'm not dragging my dress down there.

God. Damn it. I am not a morning person. And it's going to suck when I wake up, I can feel it. (Provided I ever get to sleep.)

Got it: I need to start taking nyquil every night. That way, I'll sleep through everything, and I'll get plenty of sleep every night. Good plan.

Good plan.

And while I'm in a mood to bitch, here's another thing: I'm tired of faking and of lying both to myself and other people. I'm not sure that I'm happy here. I've given myself time, I've told myself I'm being stupid, that I just haven't adjusted, but I'm still not sure.

It just doesn't feel *right*.

I feel itchy, like I need to move on already, like I've been here too long, or I shouldn't have been here in the first place.

And it's not that I'm not surrounded by all my friends like I'm used to. I don't have many people here, like I used to have a lot of people. But that's fine; I don't always have to be around people. Sometimes time to myself is good, too. Sometimes I need that. And it's not that I'm homesick. Trust me, a month-long Christmas break is pushing it.

I feel like... like I didn't go far enough. Like I should've followed Maxine to New York, or I should've looked into attending school in another country or something.

It's scary, not knowing what I want out of life.

I just don't think it's this.

And that scares me. Because, if this is a mistake, it's an expensive mistake to make. And it effects more people than just me. But, on the other side, what if it's not? What if I am supposed to be here, but I leave. That's an expensive mistake, too.

There's so much to lose.

Time
Money
My sense of self
My connection to who I used to be and the reason that old-Maggie is a good person, too

Secret: Sometimes I just feel like a scared little girl who doesn't know who or where to turn to, and I don't like that feeling.

Jesus: all natural. No caffeine.

2008-12-11T19:20:00.000-08:00

Hahaha, sometimes I amuse myself:

Create your own FACEinHOLE

So I'm supposed to be studying right now, but I'm not.

Maybe I'll get around to that later.

Maybe.

(Psssttt: I hate finals. So. Much. Hate.)

Midgets: your flexible friend.

2008-12-09T12:52:00.000-08:00

Lesson #1: sulking doesn't change anything.

Lesson #2: so what if I'm not pretty?

Lesson #3: health chips aren't like real chips, but they're ok.

Now for some pretty pictures:

I'd like to title this one "My Life":

Oh, and P.S. no more poetry. And I had coffee yesterday but before that, I hadn't had it for three days. Go me.

I am not gorgeous heroine

2008-12-06T00:47:00.000-08:00

I'm not going to write a poem for today.

And maybe not for several days.

I just can't.

Sorry.

And I'm not sure if I'm going to post for awhile.

What else do I have to say besides: hello. My name is Maggie and I'm not gorgeous and I'm not anyone's brand of heroine and I'm stupid.

I'm so sorry.

America: it's what's for dinner.

2008-12-04T20:57:00.000-08:00

(In case you haven't noticed, I put a slogan generator down at the bottom of the blog. Just click on it to get a terrible, yet funny, slogan.)

For those of you who wonder what college is really like, here's your answer:

Yep. That is college.

I have a confession: I totally failed when it came to writing a poem today. But, come on, I posted two extras once.

Can one of those just count? Pleeeeaassseee. It won't happen again.

Swear.

(I have the strangest feeling that there was something else I wanted to say in this post, but I forgot.)

(If I think of it I'll put it up later.)

I hate you more than birds!!!!

2008-12-03T19:34:00.000-08:00

Ok, poem time....

.... that means I have to think of something......

In the mean time, to stall you (and amuse you), look at this:

http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/empire-100-movie-characters.html

While you're looking at that, I'll write poetry.

This is not a hate poem,

or a happy poem,

or even a love poem.

This is a poem for you,

best of friends,

to let you know that

I know you were hurt, and are

hurting still,

and I know how your world

has been broken up

into tiny, sand-grain bits

that, try as hard as you can,

you can't quite put back

together.

I know how you feel

like you are worthless

and there is no point to anything

anymore.

I know all this and

I wanted to say that tomorrow

all will seem the tiniest bit better,

and the day after,

until

it is all gone.

All will be well, love,

and until then,

I will write you poems

of letters unanswered,

and hair uncut,

and hats unburned,

just to make you

smile.

Ugh. Crap!! Complete and utter crap!!!

Maybe the poem-a-day thing was not such a good idea. :P

Deck the Tammie with some Tammie!!!

2008-12-03T16:29:00.000-08:00

Fararararaaaa rararara!!!

'Tis the season to be Tammie!!

Fararararaaaa rararara!!

Don we now our Ta-a-ammie!!

Farara rarara rarara!!!

Something, something.... I forgot the words....

Yeah. *cough* Anyways...

So Dell-Man fixed my computer today. Yay! (aka: I now have no excuse to not work on my paper. Boo!)

But I do have some pretty damn tasty apple juice. Yay!!

I also have a confession:

ImighthavehadsomecoffeetodaybutitwasonlyonecupandIreallyreallyneededitbecauseIhadalatinquizearlyinthemorning

Well that feels better. (I'll be a better person tomorrow, I promise.)

Speaking of which, to my awesome-amazing-super-uber-cool roommate Abel:

I think the reason I have problems talking to people about my problems is because I've always been a better listener than a talker. My modus operandi has always been shutupandlistentotheirproblembecausethat'swhattheyneed, followed by theyneedsomeonetolistentothemnottalktothem. It's a tough way of thinking to get out of. Sorry. I'll try to bitch to you more often, if that's what you really want. xD Or at you, whatever seems best.

Also, I've been inspired to share one of my all-time favorite poems with you. Ha, like have haven't put it everywhere else. I just lovelovelove it so much, I want everyone to enjoy it!!

(No, I didn't write it.) It's called "i carry your heart with me" by e.e. cummings. Nope, that's not a capitalization error. That's his name. And this is his poem:

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

I haven't written a poem for today yet, but I have to finish my theory stuff, and then I'll get around to that and post it. Promise.

Here's a llama, there's a llama, and another little llama...

2008-12-02T18:22:00.000-08:00

Today was a badbadbad day.

But it's only three and half more hours until it's done. Yay!

Bad news: the keyboard on my laptop has to be replaced (yes *replaced*) as well as the touchpad. If you notice any letters missing from any words in this entry, it's because of the Satan-infested keyboard on my computer. Everytime I hit a key there's a 50/50 chance the computer will actually put it on the screen.

This is very frustrating seeing as I have a paper to write.

Good news: the Dell guy who helped me over the phone was really nice and he didn't laugh like a robot. His name started with a D. And his extension is 1: 5880236 (I'm putting this here because it's about to be rubbed off my hand and I don't want to forget it).

BUT I did do something good today!! I haven't had a single sip of coffee this entire day! I'm goig to kick this addiction, I really am. Now if I could just figure out what to do with the headaches.... :P

So before the badbadbad started today, I was all ready to write a happy poem, the kind that makes people sick.

Well, maybe not sick.

But happy all the same.

And today's poem isn't exactly angry or depressed, but it's not happy either.

(Do I even have to write one today, seeing as I posted two last night? Oh well....)

Among the things I hate are

spiders

and tornados

and broken computers

and headaches,

homework,

cold feet,

jerks,

and empty coffee cups.

But not your name.

Really.

And among the things I've forgotten

are passive latin verbs

and schedules

and phone numbers.

Perhaps a scale or two,

a meal,

an appointment,

a time here and there.

And also, your face.

Sorry.

Ehh.... not sure how I feel about this one...

We no know. Weeno!

2008-12-01T22:21:00.001-08:00

Because I can't wait until tomorrow to share these with you:

First one:

(The first two parts are about two different people, the third part is about several people.)

I wrote you a poem once.
It was probably beautiful, but I
don't remember
because I ripped it up and threw it away
and you never saw it.

--This is a poem to replace that one.

I made up a song for you once.
It was a terrible song because I'm
no good at writing songs, and I can't sing.
I sang it over and over in my head
until I began to hate it and
you never heard it.

--It was horrible song made up of nonsense and wishful thinking and
this is a poem to make up for it.

I wrote you a letter once.
It was a great letter, and I
put in the mail and sent
it to you; put my heart and soul
into an envelope and
sent it to you.

--This is a poem about how you never wrote me back.

Ok ok ok. The second one:

(yeah, it's about me :] )

i.
I play with my earrings when I think
(like right now)
and I write poems instead of papers
(also like right now).
Focusing is not a strong point of mine.

ii.
I'm either pessimistically optimistic
or optimistically pessimistic,
I'm not sure which
but I do know I am a girl
who loves
con
tra
dictions.

iii.
Someone once told me
my eyes were captivating
but we haven't spoken
since before graduation.

iv.
Someday:
I will go to Columbia and be a drug lord
or to the other side of the world
to be an Australian cattle king.
Someday:
I will marry a man whose last name
is Zimmerman
and I will name my son Robert.

v.
I breathe music.

vi.
I am either
ADD
and ADHD
and OCD
and dyslexic
or a mental-hypochondriac.

vii.
I am the girl who
sings in the shower and I am
the girl who forgets to eat
somedays and I am the girl
who wears polka dot flats and
drinks too much coffee and
wants so badly to change her name
and runaway
and see the world.

viii.
I've been having trouble sleeping lately
and I don't know
if it's the caffeine
or the memories.

We'll see how long this lasts

2008-12-01T09:30:00.000-08:00

Don't ask for explanations. I won't give any and time is of the essence.

I have to be at my piano lesson in half an hour.

But I will tell you this much: for whatever reasons, I've decided I want to start a project. I'm going to write a poem every day and put it here. They'll be short, long, whatever. Just... my thoughts at the moment. I know ahead of time that every day for me won't really be 'every day.' But seeing as I've already come up with four today (two on paper and two in my head), I think it'll be close enough.

Here's today's:

My choices for coffee this morning

sum up my choices for life:

juicy & nutty,

smooth & smokey,

delicately citrus.

On a side note:

is it possible to OD on caffeine?

I don't think it would be a bad way to go.

I'll get better, I promise. This just occurred to me as I was, yes, getting coffee this morning (which I should not have done, I know this now...)

And that's when it hit me

2008-11-30T17:12:00.000-08:00

Seems I forgot to add something to my last post.

As cliche as it sounds, I've learned many lessons recently, some the easy way and some the hard way.

Learning lessons isn't always fun, but it is often necessary.

1. You can love someone all you want, but, even though you may try as hard as you can, this doesn't mean you can protect them from bad stuff.

2. The same goes for yourself. This is life; bad things happen.

3. You can try to tune the whole world out, but it won't always work.

4. Speaking of tuning out: you can tune the world out all you want, but that won't stop it from hurting you.

5. Three broken hearts can make one whole heart, but eventually, they all have to go home.

6. Someone may say you are beautiful but that doesn't mean you are.

7. Comfort comes from unexpected places.

8. If you want to be hot, all you need is a short skirt, long jacket, cigarette eyes, and a sharp-as-a-tack mind.

9. Just because something is expensive, doesn't mean you're meant to have it.

10. Addictions are hard to get over (and sometimes cause headaches).

11. If you have something to hide, put it behind Goldie Han's biography. Nobody ever looks there.

12. You may be a Youtube celebrity, but that doesn't mean anybody gives a damn in real life.

13. There comes a time in everyone's life when home is no longer home and you have to find a new one.

14. This is not as easy as it sounds.

Belatedly giving thanks

2008-11-30T16:04:00.000-08:00

I handled this Thanksgiving break much better than I thought I was going to, all things considered. Actually, after this morning I feel a lot better about everything.

We'll see how long this lasts.

But since I didn't blog over the entire break, I figured I'd go ahead and make my I'm Thankful For list now.

Forgive the lateness.

I'm thankful for:

Coffee.

Dogs.

Carpet foam stuff.

The awesomest roommate ever.

The two awesomest best friends ever.

Robert Pattinson.

Coffee.

Peanut butter.

Opportunities to sleep until noon.

Breaks from school.

Coffee.

Chocolate.

Cats.

Great movies.

Finding great cds at Half Price.

Finding those great cds in the same hiding place you left them in three days ago.

Not getting trampled to death on Black Friday.

Tiny Christmas trees.

Coffee.

The Cat.

Van Gogh.

The end of the semester (it's close!!!)

If I think of any more (which I probably will) I'll add them.

Your Nail Polish Color is Purple

How you're unique: You are artistic and expressive

Why your style rocks: You pay special attention to color and fabrics

What this color says about you: "I'm creative and know how to take care of myself"

What Color Nail Polish Best Fits You?

When I Grow Up...

2008-11-24T09:36:00.000-08:00

Things I want to be when I grow up:

Geisha
Columbian drug lord
Train robber
Pirate
Supermodel
Rockstar
Hobo
Holly Gollightly
Bond girl
Mob boss

Donald Duck’s middle name is Fauntleroy.

2008-11-21T11:15:00.000-08:00

I just got back from a weekend at home. It was both lots of fun and lots of not-so-fun for reasons that I can't really go into until certain things are confirmed or denied (I'll explain later).

BUT I did get to see Twilight with James and let me tell you: Robert Pattinson is my new soul mate.

Oh.

My.

God.

That man is sexy. :D

Moving on....

Because my last two posts were kind of downers, I thought I'd make a new list that's not so depressing. Ahem:

Things I think I are funny:

Polygamist man-cave

Polygamist sleepover

"It's nighttime"

"I'm put in the man-cave"

Juicy deep purple butt

Do you like it just for the taste?

My worth is waiting for what?

Why you change you mind?

Maybe I'm tired of your suck.

At least I'm safe inside my mind.

Where you go?

You got ten what?

Turkey-ass Mac.

Turkey Ass Mac.

Turkey as Mac.

Turkey Assmack.

Tsmack

Tmac.

Turkey Ass-Mac.

I hope you enjoyed.

My "You're Welcome" List to the world

2008-11-20T22:28:00.000-08:00

A "you're welcome" list has been requested.

Here it is:

Dear world:

You're welcome that I apologized for my lame-ass life.

You're welcome that I wear pants.

Most of the time.

You're welcome that I shower everyday.

You're welcome that I'm not Shannon Szaefer.

You're welcome that sometimes, I look almost attractive.

On good days.

In the right lighting.

From a distance.

If you squint.

And tilt your head.

You're welcome that I did laundry today.

You're welcome that I am no longer on the road, terrorizing other drivers.

You're welcome that I no longer talk to That Person.

I don't. I won't.

You're welcome that I made my bed today.

You're welcome that I didn't stink up the room with any questionable food today.

You're welcome that I don't take hour-long showers.

You're welcome that I didn't quite lose it today, even though I came close.

You're welcome that I haven't yet lost my patience with certain people.

But I'm getting there.

You're welcome that I got a nap in today.

And my bed is comfy.

And I only ate four of the mint truffle kisses my mom sent me. Today.

(Oh, and that I actually practiced piano today.)

You're welcome that I am not a polygamist.

Oh, and world, you're welcome that I have a super cool roommate named Jessica Abel.

Sincerely,

Maggie

P.S. I forgot to add this one:

You're welcome that I don't dress like any of these people: http://omg.yahoo.com/photos/what-were-they-thinking/2468?nc#id=3

An apology to the world

2008-11-20T21:31:00.000-08:00

I'm not really sure who I'm apologizing to specifically. Maybe there is no one single person.

Maybe it's everyone.

Let's call it the world

My apology to the world:

I'm sorry world.

I'm sorry I'm not pretty enough.

Or thin enough.

Or smart enough.

I'm sorry I don't have many friends.

I'm sorry I don't leave my room often enough.

Or perhaps I'm sorry I'm in it too much.

Either way.

I'm sorry I'm useless.

And a failure at life.

I'm sorry I can't even do something as simple as make a bag of popcorn without screwing that up too.

I'm sorry I stay up too late every night.

I'm sorry I never get enough sleep.

I'm sorry I drink too much coffee and get headaches when I try to stop.

I'm sorry I can't always say what I mean.

You know how I can't seem to memorize my piano pieces, well, yeah, I'm sorry for that, too.

(I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize for the way I always look like crap. Sorry world.)

And I'm really really sorry that I have so much to be sorry about.

And that I'm not a better person.

And that, basically, I suck.

At everything.

Especially life.

P.S.

World: I'm sorry.

Period.

You Are A Blue Girl

Relationships and feelings are the most important things to you.
You are empathetic and accepting - and good at avoiding conflict.
If someone close to you is in pain, it makes you hurt as well.
You try to heal the ones you love with your kind and open heart.

What Color Girl Are You?

The Best Conversation Ever

2008-11-18T09:58:00.000-08:00

So last night That Person texted me, and, me being stupid and all, I answered and started a conversation. It turned out to be the world's funniest texting conversation ever, and I wanted to put it here to share with everyone. A is him, M is me. Oh, and p.s: half-way through, Abel took my phone away from me and took over the conversation. See if you can tell where that happened.

Oh, and p.s.s: I kept everything the way it is, meaning spelling, grammar, punctuation, everything.

A: Hey

M: Hey

A: How you doing

M: Pretty good. We just had a study break and raved all over the dorm lol. How are you doing?

A: I don't get it? Not so good... my phones about to get cut off :[

M: Rave? Like we had a rave and moved it all over the dorm? Why is your phone getting cut off?

A: Oh lol i get it. Can't pay the bill

M: Aw man. That's no good.

A: No. Just wanted to talk to my maggie before it's cut off :]

M: Oh lol

A: Yeah so how'd the [word censored for special reasons] thing go

M: Why do you ask?

A: Im curious

M: Why?

A: Just cause so pill

A: *spill

M: I'd rather not.

A:Ok then i just wanted to know if yall were still together or not so i can know if i should stay around or not

M: Why does it matter?

A: Cause....

M: ?

A: We talked about it already

M: Yes we did and I gave you my answer on that.

A: And that's why if yall still are i'll back off just cause my phone is getting cut off... And if not i'll just stick around till your ready

M: Even if I do need time idk how long that would be or who I'd want when it's over

A: I know. Your worth waiting for

M: My worth is waiting for who?

A: I'm confused

M: Yep.

A: I don't get what you said

M: Why?

M: I don't get what you said

A: I said your worth the wait

M: My worth is waiting for what?

A: To be with..

M: My worth is waiting to be with what? That's what you said.

A: To be with you maggie..

M: My worth is with me.

A: What does that mean?

M: Why would I wait on my worth?

A: Your worth it for me to wait till your ready

M: Your poop, you're poop. Learn the fucking difference.

A: What?

M: Learn to talk english good.

A: What in the hell are you talking about?

M: That's what I want to ask you everyday

A: Ok well this really doesn't sound like maggie but this is for the both of yall fuck you and what ever high horse yall think yall are on cause yall ain't worth A damn bit of my time or anyone elses bye!!!!

M: You just said my worth was waiting. Why you change you mind?

A: Cause who ever this is is being a real bitch and i've never heard maggie say that shit or would guess she would let someone say shit like that to Me or anyone

M: That's how well you know me, then. Maybe i'm tired of your suck.

A: I don't think i'm the one who needs to learn english

M: Really? Your poop, you're poop. Learn the fucking difference.

A: Yeah whatever i'm done here piss off ass

M: Wait, where you go? You change mind about your worth?

A: Yeah pretty much your not actin like you used to and i'm not putting up with that shit i didn't do a damn thing

M: But you're worth is waiting

A: Not waitin for you to act like that for no reason cause its not you or i should say not maggie

At that point we were laughing so hard we just let it go.

Best.

Texts.

Ever.

Best.

Abel.

Ever.

NEW TOY!!!

2008-11-17T19:06:00.000-08:00

Yes, I totally did just post. But then I found something uber uber cool and had to share it. It's called Wordle (google it). It's the mostest funnest toy in the world. All you do is type words in the box, or give it a url to a site you'd like to use and it makes a word cloud. The bigger the word, the more often it's used in the text. You can customize which way the words face and what colors they are and all sorts of things. It's so much fun!! I made a few Wordles based on this blog and put them below. Remember, the more often I use the word, the bigger it is in the cloud.





I see some potential for these things. At the very least, they'll make pretty pictures out the doodles I do during class. :D

Why do you wear that stupid bunny suit?

2008-11-17T18:27:00.000-08:00

http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/19516

Really? Reeeeaaalllyyyy? Do we really have to ask this? Do we?

*sigh*

If you're asking yourself what my current mood is, it's fat. Yes, fat. I am fat. Fat. I hate being fat. and I'm only getting fatter. I don't like this game. New game!

I would like to take this opportunity to tell everyone about a great super duper uber awesome song called Breakfast at Tiffany's by Deep Blue Something. This is my most favorite song in the whole world. I thought everyone knew about it, but, recently, I found out that poor Matt did not. Poor Matt. So now I see it as my duty to make sure that everyone knows about this wonderful, wonderful piece of music. Listen to it. NOW!

Speaking of which, yours truly has a $50 gift card for Barnes and Noble and I can't decide what to buy. I have several books I think I want and some cds that look good but I'm not sure.... I've been feeling really indecisive this week. Boo. So if anyone has any recommendations that would be just super cool.

Your Star Wars Name And Title

Your Star Wars Name: Magbe Prlul

Your Star Wars Title: Esucho of Semaj

What Is Your Star Wars Name and Title?

Al Capone's brother was a cop

2008-11-15T17:48:00.001-08:00

One fine day in the middle of the night

Two dead boys got up to fight.

Back to back they faced each other,

Drew their swords and shot each other.

One was blind and the other couldn't see

So they chose a dummy for a referee.

A blind man went to see fair play.

A dumb man went to shout "hooray!"

A paralyzed donkey passing by,

Kicked the blind man in the eye.

Knocked him through a nine inch wall

Into a dry ditch and drowned them all.

A deaf policeman heard the noise

And came to arrest the two dead boys.

If you don't believe this story’s true,

Ask the blind man,log he saw it too!

Haha, thought I'd wake you up with that. I didn't write it; it's a British Columbian rhyme. Wonderful, no?

So, last night, right? Matt and I went to the swing dance thing. Neither of us know how to swing dance but we got the five-minute crash course in the basic moves and did pretty well, thank you very much. My shoes almost killed my feet but I think I'll survive. :D After that, I got some ice cream for Abel and Matt got candy and cookies and we went back to our room with Abel and Keith to watch this terrible movie Abel had rented. (Don't listen to what she tells you: it was a terrible movie. It was French, and half the time it was dubbed over and half the time it had subtitles. And there was a twisted horrible plot with lesbians and split personalities. And blood. Lots of blood. Ew.)

Anyways, today my dad and brother stopped by unexpectedly to watch the Trinity football game today so it was nice to see them. And I have next to no homework to do this weekend. Yay me!! ^.^

You Are a Lemon Poppy Seed Muffin

You are smart, sophisticated, and savvy.
You love taking risks, and you are the first to know about new trends.

You are curious about the world and tend to have many interests.
You also are very talented. It sometimes seems like you are good at everything.

You are very social and inclusive. You'll be friends with anyone.
Even though you're very cultured, you're not a snob.

What Kind of Muffin Are You?

Half an hour later and I still have no life.

2008-11-14T15:10:00.000-08:00

So while I'm waiting for Something Exciting to happen (aka: wasting my life) I'm going to entertain myself, and therefore you, with a survey.

(heehee, Abel's asleep. Just thought I'd throw that in.)

And now for something completely different:

1. Your bf/gf leaves you for their ex, you do what?
Pfft. Find someone better of course.

2. Fifth comment on your facebook says what?
Oh, crap. Now I have to go look. Hold on.... it says: "Casey says 'Hi' thanks to Julie's password."

3. Your ex wants to hook back up, you do what?
Sorry, you had your chance.

4. Are you ashamed of your past?
No.... (ok, some parts :P)

5. Who was the last person you yelled at?
Ummmm.... I don't know....

6. Who were you with friday night?
We'll just have to wait and see won't we? :D

7. Do you ride roller coasters?
I LOVE THOSE THINGS!!!

8. What woke you up this morning?
My phone/alarm going off.

9. Is tomorrow going to be a good day?
It's Saturday. We're planning on building a tent out of our pillows and blankets and sleeping all day.

10. Would you date the person who last posted this?
I don't remember who I stole this from... but probably not....

11. Do you regret anything you have done?
Not really.... I guess.....

12. Do you trust people?
Most people. I trust until I'm given a reason not to.

13. What were you doing at midnight last night?
Waiting for Quantum of Solace to starts. Yeah, be jealous!! :)

14. Have you ever cried from being so mad?
Yes!!

15. Do you like messages or comments better?
Comments. (take note, people)

17. Who did u go with to the mall last?
Ashley Beth.

18. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator?
Sleep. I never get enough sleep. :(

19. Do you have any enemies?
I don't think so, but you never know....

20. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
In Europe. Or being a rockstar. Or a geisha. Or a Columbian drug lord. Or a supermodel. Or just generally fabulous.

21. What were you doing at 5 am this morning?
Um, I think I was asleep at that point. I *think*.

22. What is the longest you have gone without checking your facebook?
Couple of weeks.

23. Miss Someone?
Yes. :(

24. Is there someone you want to fight?
Tammie.

25. What do you like to do when you're in the car?
Put on music and sing.

26. How long does it take you to get ready to go out?
Eeehhh, it depends. Sometimes up to an hour.

27. What are you doing today?
Oh, we'll see... :D

28. Where's the closest hoodie to you right now?
In my closet. I made my bed!!! Yay!!!

29. Where can you find the best french fries?
McDonald's. No contest.

30. What do you want right now?
Tacos.

31. Were you in a good mood last night?
Yes!!! It was awesome!!

32. Do you think you could live without your cell phone?
Oh no....

33. What's bothering you at the moment?
A lack of tacos.

34. What should you be doing right now?
Eating tacos.

35. You just won the lottery, what do you do?
Buy tacos.

36. Do you do your homework?
Why, yes. I do.

37. Are any of your friends cheerleaders?
I hope not.

38. What was the last thing you burnt?
Popcorn. Oops.

39. Have you ever gone on a date with someone for their looks alone?
No sir.

40. Who was the last person you texted?
James Martin.

41. Have you ever made out in a movie theater?
O.o no...

42. When was the last picture you took?
Me realizing I look like crap.

43. Would you ever dye your hair red?
I want to!!!

44. Whos car did you ride in last?
Matt's.

45. What did you wear today?
Shorts. Grey shirt. Hoodie.

46. When were you last on your phone?
Just a few minutes ago.

47. When do you have math?
Tuesdays and Thursdays.

48. Starbucks or Cold Stone?
Starbucks, baby!!!

The coffee's all gone. :(

2008-11-14T13:55:00.000-08:00

Because I'm bored, and I have absolutely nothing else to do, I'm writing yet another blog. I guess you could say this is technically my second in the same day, because I posted one at around 3:00 this morning. Or was it 3:30?

So totally not the point.

The point is, I'm bored, and I'm writing, but I don't know what to write about.

I guess I could write about how sometimes I get lonely and I miss everyone so much ( do you know how long it's been since the Three Amigos have been together? A long effing time!) and it's not a good feeling. Or a I could write about how I have no idea what I want to do with myself here or study or major in or even do with my life and that scares me. I could write about being fat (because I know all about that). I could write about how nice it is to be reminded that there is such a thing as gentlemen in the world today (chivalry is not dead!! I have proof!! :D ). I could write about those tacos I had this morning and how good they were and how I'm not quite hungry but I'm totally craving more tacos right now. Or those stinky flowers that are stinking up our room (they smell like Dentist).

Gross.

But I'm not going to talk about all those things. Nope. Not even going to mention them.

Oops, I thought my phone was on vibrate all this time, but it wasn't. I just looked and I had three new texts, a missed call, and a voicemail. Oops. :D

UGH! One of those texts is from That Person I blogged about early this morning. Why? Why? Whyyyyyyy? I'm not answering. I. Am. Not.

Ok, anyways... what was I saying? Oh yeah. What am I going to talk about?

Oh! Oh! OhOhOhOh!!! My schedule:

So yeah, my schedule for next semester. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I have Latin from 9:30 to 10:20, Classical Mythology from 1:30 to 2:20 and Art History II from 2:30 to 3:20. On Tuesday I have Latin from 8:30 to 9:45 and Bob Dylan Seminar from 11:20 to 12:35 and on Thursday all I have is the seminar again from 11:20 to 12:35. And then piano lessons still have to be scheduled at some point. (Speaking of which I still have to go register for piano. Be right back. *insert hold music*)

Ok, I guess the music lady hasn't put the thing in yet. I'll just do it later. Where was I? Oh yeah, with piano that'll give me a grand total of 15 hours. That's two less than this semester. Score!

AND I won't be in ensemble again. Double score!

Moving on:

Since tonight is Friday night, it seems everyone is doing the college thing and heading off to parties tonight to get drunk. Guess who's not? Yeah, that's me. But what is there for me to do if I'm left behind? Silly, you. I'll just go to the swing dance thing going on up at upper campus. Matt said he was interested in going. Neither of us can swing dance but we figure we'll just fake it. :D

Well, I'm out. But before I go, a little gift for you all. I call it, 'What-Yours-Truly-Is-Doing-At-This-Very-Moment". Enjoy:

I call this one "Staring vacantly at the Screen."

This is "Making a Face at the Webcam."

This final masterpiece is "Realizing That I Look Like Crap."

You Belong in Rome

You're a big city soul with a small town heart

Which is why you're attracted to the romance of Rome

Strolling down picture perfect streets, cappuccino in hand

And gorgeous Italian people - could life get any better?

What City Do You Belong In?

All the things I should have said

2008-11-14T00:44:00.000-08:00

First of all, I would like to say that I just got back from seeing the new James Bond (at midnight, on opening night: score!) and it was pretty darn good.

I would also like to say that I feel like a nerd for thinking that Star Trek looks good (we saw a preview).

Moving on....

I don't know if you people know this (you probably do) but I have a 'nice' thing. I can't be mean, I just can't. Even when I should be. I can't. And it makes me mad. Especially when somebody texts me and there are things that I want to say, and I probably should say, but I just can't bring myself to say.

So, here are the things I should have said to you.

(and I know full well that there is a good chance you will read this and know that I am talking about you, but you know what, it's three o'clock in the morning. I just ate easy mac and a chocolate donut and I downed it with some chocolate milk. I am beyond caring at this moment).

First of all: "Hows it going my maggie"

I am NOT your Maggie. I'm not sure what to say or do to get it through your thick head that I am not yours and I'm never going to be. So please, stop referring to me as your Maggie. It makes my gag reflex kick in. :P

Second: telling me that I looked beautiful in my video on Facebook, then that I will always be beautiful to you no matter what. Also, a couple of days ago, in response to my status, you told me that I am more than enough.

I distinctly remember you once telling me to my face that I was not, nor would I ever be, good enough for you, but I was 'pretty close I guess.' Why the sudden change, hmm? Again, I feel the gag reflex kicking in.

Third: you say watching that video brings back good memories.

Please, tell me what memories these are because I really don't recall any good ones. I'd like to know. What am I missing? Oh, and, p.s. if that video inspires you to do things like call me beautiful and tell me you're having good memories, I WILL take it off. Don't think I won't. Try me.

Fourth: you say the video makes you miss me.

I'm sorry? What am I supposed to say about that? That I don't ever think about you ever? That I don't ever miss you? That memories of you don't inspire any feeling in me except relief that all that mess is over? Because that's really all I have to say. This stupid video is causing all sorts of trouble. If I had only known, I never would have pressed the start recording button.

Fifth: "Oh oh i see don't want me to miss you huh"

No, I don't.

Oh, and 'btw': your lack of grammar and capitalization skills disgusts me.

Sixth: "You know.. If you were willing to wanna start talkin again i would seriously take you up on it."

Oh, how generous of you. How could I possibly pass up such an offer? How could I not 'wanna' start 'talkin' to someone like you?

You know, the thing that bugs me the most is that you never did get it into your head why we don't fit together. I want someone that can be a love and best friend and forever and the world and comfortable silences and music and movies and understanding and fun. You just want a girlfriend. That's it. Just someone to fill a place. Anyone will do. And I don't understand that. You don't even agree with me that it's possible to really fall in love, like people do in movies and books and songs. I believe that if you can't believe that then there's no point in being in a relationship. If you expect to spend the rest of your life without love, you might as well spend the rest of your life alone. There's no difference between being alone and being in an unhappy relationship. Being with you is like being alone. You once laughed at me when I said I want a love like in movies and such. Laughed at me. Laughed. I really hope that someday you will fall deeply and passionately in love with someone, just so that you will then know that you were wrong and I was right. (Wouldn't it then be ironic if it turned out that you get the fairytale romance and I end up like you? Haha, that would be so funny I'd just be sick).

Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, you'd like to start 'talkin' again. You can't understand that finding someone new right away is not the way to fix things. You were so confused when I tried to explain to you that I need time to fix myself before finding someone again. I can imagine you shaking your head as you tried to comprehend that one. I know, you've never had a problem with moving on quickly. After all, you never invested that much in a relationship. But can you try to understand things from my point of view at least once?

Seventh: You ask if I'm coming down this weekend.

No. And even if I was, I would not be spending it with you.

Last: You act sad when I say I'm hanging out with people.

Well really what do you expect me to do? Sit around by myself until you decide to show up and grace me with your presence? We tried that once, remember? It worked great for you, but wasn't so great for me. Yes, I'm hanging out with people and, yes, some of them are guys. I'm at collage, not a convent. Get over it.

WELL that feels good. I think I'll get some sleep now. :]

You Are Ernie

Playful and childlike, you are everyone's favorite friend - even if your goofy antics get annoying at times.

You are usually feeling: Amused - you are very easily entertained

You are famous for: Always making people smile. From your silly songs to your wild pranks, you keep things fun.

How you life your life: With ease. Life is only difficult when your friends won't play with you!

The Sesame Street Personality Quiz

Yay! First post.

2008-11-13T14:45:00.000-08:00

First post EVER!!

So, what to write about?

Hmmm, how about I tell you that in the last two days I've only gone to two classes? How does that work? Weeeeeeellll, yesterday I was sick and slept through Latin and Aural skills, but I went to Writing Workshop (and then I skipped rehearsal, but that doesn't count). And I actually went to studio, but I turned out there was no studio, so that was awesome! Today, I overslept and decided to drop off my Calculus homework and then skip class and go register for next semester.

GOOD THING too because almost all the classes I wanted to take are waitlisted and I had to pick stupid classes.

Boo.

But on the plus side, I just noticed that Shannon's bathroom window is open and I can totally go throw leaves and crap into her bathroom.

Sweet.

Also, on the plus side, I just remembered that tonight (or technically, this morning) something SUPER COOL is happening, but I can't tell you what it is. Yep, something super neato is occurring at midnight tonight, and I get to witness it FOR FREE. Hahahaha!!! Life is awesome.

Dude it is only in Texas that one can sit out on their balcony in November in shorts and a t-shirt with no shoes and be perfectly comfortable. Well, to be honest, it is a little chilly, but not too bad.

Someday, when I'm done traveling the world, maybe I'll settle down somewhere where it actually gets cold in the winter and maybe even snows. That would be so cool. But I'll have to find that place after I'm done traveling to Italy and Spain and France and Romania and Bulgaria and Ireland and Scotland and Wales and Australia and Russia and China and Japan and India and Thailand and Egypt and Greece and Austria and everywhere else that I want to go. Oh, and I have to live in New York for a while, just like Holly Golightly. I'm even going to have a cat with no name because, after all, we won't belong to each other. Hopefully there will be a Fred Baby/Paul upstairs. I need one of those.

ANYWAYS.....

I think that's enough for this time. Later, loves. ;)

Your Rockstar Name Is...

Brooklyne Leather

What's Your Rockstar Name?