Lately..

I've been eating a lot of Gummy Bears and Sour Gummy Worms.. Good stuff ^.^

Now that...

Willy Wonka is over, I feel like I have no purpose 'cept laying around the house. It's really not as fun as it sounds. I'm the type of person who has to be doing something, because doing nothing is so painful.

...huh.

I hate it when people don't read series of books or manga or comics or whatever else in order. They must start with the first one and move onward. Same with movies. First, then second, then third, etc. In order. Because I'm OCD like that. I always read/watch things in order. I have to. It's a major pet peeve of mine. Which is why I was upset when I discovered, after reading the whole novel, that the book I was reading was the second in the series and not the first. You'd think they'd print the numbers on the cover. Or even inside the cover. But no. No numbers. No lists. No way to know that it was the second book. So now I have to go back and read the first one. Ugh. I feel like a dirty hypocrite and I hate it.

*sigh* I really will miss them..

Our district built a new school. It's currently getting it's finishing touches. I'm going to it next year.

And here's the deal. I don't want to go. I love too many of the people who live on the other side of the division line. They're going to stay at my current school. And I'm going to miss them like crazy. And don't say that it's simple and that I should just hang out with them. Because it's not that simple. Nothing ever is.

On a happier note, I just watched Toy Story Three for the first time. It was so adorable! I'm pretty sure I have a new favorite Disney-movie. Go see that shit if you haven't already. It made me freaking cry. Like actual tears. Yeah. It was that good.

I ♥ Theater People! (x 1billionandahalf!)

I love theater people. Hell, I love pretty much everything about theater. I think almost every single one of my most blissful moments can be linked back to something theater related. It makes me so happy. All the people are practically insane..sortoflikeme... and it's just amazing. I was in the choir room today while everyone was warming up and it was so hilarious. They were working up their energy by holding hands and standing in a circle and then passing a squeeze of energy around the circle. When it got to you you were supposed to let it out in some way. Scream or shout or jump or absolutely whatever you wanted. So it was just a room full of shouting and screaming people and I loved it SO freaking much. I just love the theater. It's my life. It's practically my reason for existence.

On another note, I was talking to my good friends Bryant and Kyle and they were telling me that my broken headphone jack problem is because of the way I wrap my headphones around it. So now I'll know what to do when I get my new iPod ^.^

So for the past two posts,

(including this one) I've been sounding like a total fifteen year old. And I hate it. But I have a story. 

*WARNING: is practically drenched in clichefifteenyearoldness*

So I've had a thing for this guy pretty much since sixth or seventh grade, which was when I met him. I was fairly certain he didn't even know that I existed, until the last day of eighth grade rolled around, that is. You see, everyone was signing everyone's yearbooks with just their name and perhaps a little message, or a "H.A.G.S." or a "H.A.K.A.S." or something of that very unpersonalized sort, in just the way that most middle schoolers do yearbook signings these days. Things were going just that way in my American History class when said guy asked for my yearbook. So I pivoted on my heal, smiled, and switched yearbooks with him. Whilst doing so, my hand must've been visible to him because as I gripped the binding of his black yearbook, he complimented me on my fingernails. I'd painted them in just my very favorite way with a doubly layered (so that the colors would show up right) limishyellowish green polish with two black stripes on each nail that switched from horizontal to vertical with every other finger. Trying my best not to rocket through the ceiling over the fact that he'd complemented me about anything at all, I thanked him and spun around so as to hide the Cheshire grin that had slipped onto my face from one cheek to the other. I attempted to flippantly sign his yearbook on the nearest desk with a little stroke of my hand, using my, in my opinion, absolutely abstract, crazy, artistic, and original penmanship to toss my name onto the glossy pages of his overpriced, overkill middle school yearbook. We then swapped the books back to their original owners and both went on our own ways. Just a tad later, in my next class (so I wouldn't seem too eager) I finally looked at his signature, expecting simply his name to be written in a guyish scrawl. What I found was just a bit more than just a name. Written in the same guyish scrawl that I'd expected directly under my friend [insertnamehere]'s signature was this: "[insertnamehere] thinks that Mallorie (that's me) is hott!" (I didn't put his name on here for interweb safety. Same with earlier friend.) Now, this may seem quite vain and not really important, but at the time, I practically shot to the moon with bliss. And I know it wasn't a sweet and it wasn't perfect, but he was a middle school boy, what do you expect, a Shakespearean, Romeo-esque monologue? Don't think so. I was happy about it and that was all that mattered to me. Later I found out that it couldn't have been a joke because he didn't sign it in anyone else's so why would he bother joking with just me, especially when he had hardly ever talked to me. Summer passed and in the year that followed we didn't see much of each other and when we did we didn't talk much. Except in second semester, when we had World Geography together, so we talked a bit then. But by then, the yearbook thing was a thing of the past, forgotten by the both of us.(or so it seemed from my end, even though I hadn't really forgotten about it.) Summer came again and started moving along quickly in just the way that it does. This summer to be more specific. Tonight..or technically yesterday, I went to a sixteenth birthday party at the pool for my friend, [insertnamehere]. (different friend, and I'm still protecting from interwebbiness) I arrived late along with one or two other people because we had been in/working on a Willy Wonka show we were, of course, obliged to be at. After stripping down to my mismatched, blue plaid on top and pink plaid on bottom, bikini and hopping into the pool, I noticed a certain boy was there. Yes, it was him. So about 46 seconds (I'm estimating here) after I'd jumped in, he looks over at me and says "Oh! Mallorie! When did you get here?." He seemed happy to see me. That was probably, regardless of how fun my night at the pool had been, the highlight of my evening. But see, here's the thing. He has a girlfriend. She's a grade older than we are and is also bigger than him. This may be just because I'm quite biased, but I don't really think that the couple works too well. They've been going out for the past month or maybe a little more, though. 

Anyways, I'm not sure what my point was in going through all this typing, really, except maybe to get it off my chest, but that's pretty much the end..or at least up to date, in any case. Thanks for reading my pretty much plot-missing story.

Wootforsummertimepoolparties!

I'm gonna do the Willy Wonka Show tonight and then afterwards I'm going to a 16th birthday pool party. I'm excited. ^.^

"There's no knowing where we're going.." - Willy Wonka

Simplicity is bliss.
Sadness is only the lack of happiness, not a negative force to contend against.
Lay down your arms.
Don't battle missing problems.
Don't brawl against a peaceful foe.
Be prepared for the worst but live in the spectrum of the best.
Keep close to those you love,
But bear no face of ill will upon those that you don't.
Forget. Forgive. Live.
Just toss in a dash of sugar,
The colors of love,
A slew of music,
And a sliver of optimism.
And all will go well.

Me encanta la música!

Lately, my iTunes has been spazzing. I'll play a song and it'll play fine for about 6.4 seconds, and then it will proceed to freeze and jam and spazz and freak out. However, finally, by reinstalling all my Apple programs, I was able to somehow solve the problem. So I'm quite pleased because now, I can listen to music on my computer. My iPod is broken, but it's only just that the headphone jack doesn't work. It'll only play music in my left ear. So I'm dealing with that. Hopefully, once I get some money, I can fix that. (In other words, buy a new iPod)

Magical

Some people have these magical qualities. They just light up a room when they walk in. Make everything better. Heal hearts. Ease minds. It seems as if they can do absolutely no wrong. Ever. When they're nearby, when they talk to you, suddenly everything is okay. Murphy's Law, the law that "everything that can go wrong, will go wrong", the law that seems to apply to everyone's life at some point in time, suddenly becomes void. They fix everything, without trying to fix anything. Just being who they are makes everything good again. These are my superheroes. My role models. My magical people. They only come around once in a blue moon though, so hold on as tight as you can without strangling them. So when you feel alone, and Murphy's Law seems inevitable, just look for your magical people. They'll come. It's what they do. It's who they are. It's magic. So stay strong. Stay strong, even when the magical people with the twinkles in their eyes don't show up for a very long time. Stay strong through it all. Maybe, in the end, the magical person will be you.

Optimist. Be. An. Optimist. :/

Just think positive..

...It's harder than it sounds.

Izze is my favorite beverage.

I absolutely adore Izze drinks. If you've never heard of them, google that shit. Go buy some. Find it. Somehow, someway. My favorite is when they're in the bottle. Good stuff. Clementine, Peach, Grapefruit, Pomegranate, and Blackberry are my favorites. Yeahhh..

*unhappy muttering*

Drama is like a pothole. You avoid it at all costs, but occasionally there'll be a situation where it's completely impossible to avoid it completely without hitting any other cars.

I hate mean, stupid girls. I might explode if they don't all go grow brains and hearts and souls. Yeah..that'd be great.

Fingers Crossed..again..

My sister's uberly sick with a fever.

And I'm feeling exhausted and unhappy. .. I'd rather not be sick.. I hope I'm not sick...

All The Lights and Sounds

So I mentioned before that I'm working on the tech crew for the local theater's Willy Wonka, right?

I'm so freaking excited!

I know my way pretty well around the sound board, but I'm mainly in charge of the lights. Programming them, working the board. Etc, etc.

And I LOVE it. I really do. I just love doing tech crew work.

Today I sat with the director and talked through all my cues and what I need and where I need it and when and how and what color and how bright and ALL this other stuff. We exchanged ideas and came up with a fairly good outline for the show. I'm so psyched :D

I ♥ Nectarines

I have a thing for nectarines. Like seriously. I'm in love with them. Completely and totally head over heals. For a fruit... yeah...

Same with cherries. And raspberries. But most of all strawberries. Oh and I also love Pineapple.

..What can I say? I'm a fruit person..

Holy Fail Buckets!

For my drivers ed class you drive with the instructor twice. The first time you just drive around and practice. The second is the same, but following the drivingandpracticing is the actual driving test. The real deal. So I did my drivingandpracticing...not well.. but I did it. And here's the funny thing. I sucked SO much that he wouldn't even let me take the test. When I asked him if I was doing terribly, he just laughed. Meaning of course that he couldn't even say "No! You're doing fine!" in that fakey voice. When I got done with the practice part, he said "Well, clearly you're not ready to take the test." He then proceeded to explain to me how I could reschedule another the test once I'd gotten to be a better driver. Is it just me, or is that worse than failing? My father tells me that it wasn't failing at all because I didn't take the test. But I think it is. Because it really means that I wasn't even good enough to try and then fail.

*Sigh* Afterwards I worked on the tech crew for this play the local theater is doing, which helped with my stress levels quite a large amount. Ahh tech crew. Not sure what I'd do without you.

Fingers Crossed

I'm taking my drivers test tomorrow. Wish me luck. :S

Pyromaniacle

Dude. I love fires. I just love 'em. They're pretty much amazing. I love the smell of fire and how when you go inside after a bonfire, your clothes smell like the fire, and it's good. I love how you can make smores with fire. 'Nuff said. I love how fire's not a solid or a liquid or a gas. It's just..fire. Like a chemical reaction of heat and light and firey goodness. I love how good it feels to sit next to a fire. The very heat touches the core of your soul and makes you feel all warm inside. It's good. I love fireworks, too. That's why the Fourth of July is my favorite holiday.

I just love fire. That's all there is to it.

Old school. But not really.. So, like, semi-oldschool.

I'm playing Mario Party 4 with my favorite cousin and his friend. That's right. Mario. Party. Four.

Monday Plans

I'm going to the Zoo tomorrow :D

..Yeah that's all I wanted to say. Who says my posts have to be gigantolithic monologues?

No one. That's right.

It's my blog, and I'll make short posts if I want to. :P

Lalalalala :]

So has anyone noticed my rainbow pattern of text colors yet? It's pretty cool, right? :D

I added a list on the side column of things that make me smile.

It helps me to feel more better and optimistic. :]

I think I'll just add to it whenever I think of stuff or whatever.

Red.

I am so freaking sun-burnt. I have an extremely defined line where my swimsuit ended and my strawberry colored flesh begins. It hurts whenever I move the wrong way or sit the wrong way or turn the wrong way and it's really quite obnoxious to live with. I just have one word advice to anybody who's planning on being outside any time soon for any remotely long period of time: reapply. Sunscreen, believe it or not, does wear off.

Friday.

Today, so far, has consisted of driving and swimsuits and sunburns and stalking and target and sour patch kids. The night is young, though :)

KAPLOW!

You know those air compressors? The ones you use to fire nail guns and stuff? Yeah. Those. What do you think would happen if there wasn't the safety feature thing where it turns off automatically when it's close to being full? Personally, I think the result would involve the words explosion, shrapnel, and injuries.

I kind of feel like an air compressor. And I've gotten too full.

Just call me your human time bomb.

Tick, tick.

I drew with chalk today.

Did I tell you that I'm an aspiring artist? :]

So I had some fun with my new ultra bright crayola chalk things today. And this was the result. Of course, we're expecting showers this evening, so it'll be washed away in a few hours. But oh well. That's kind of the point of chalk anyway.

It's kind of at an angle, so bear with me.

Ahh, the memories.

I grew up with pokémon. Me and half the universe.

I played the games, I watched the shows, I collected the cards.

I made a new file on my old Crystal game and it's proving to be just as addicting as it was five or six years ago.

But now I'm faced with the problem of a missing SP. So I have to play on my GameBoy Advance and there's no lit screen so it's really not fun. 

I think I'll buy a used SP from GameStop soon...

Drivers Education

I just got back from my drivers ed class. It's a two hour class, which wouldn't be so bad if it weren't so freaking boring. We sit there hour after hour, day after day. It's like school again. Except in the summer.

..Summer is not meant to be a time for education.

It also doesn't help that my teacher's a total dorkwad. He makes all these stupid jokes that make absolutely no sense whatsoever. In fact, most of them make so little sense that they'd go completely over my head every time if it weren't for his new system. See, he stole this symbol from the band room without letting the vicious band teacher know (which is quite stupid on its own in my opinion) and insists upon whacking it whenever he says anything he thinks is remotely giggle worthy.

I have five classes left. Ten hours of this damn class.

If I don't make it, tell my family I love 'em.

I've made a goal.

It's not any sort of life changing goal. Nothing big. It won't change the world, it won't help anyone. It's really just to see if I can do it.

You see, I have this habit of creating users on websites. Lots of websites. Websites that I may stick around on for a few minutes, hours, days, weeks, sometimes even months. But I've never really stuck with any of 'em for too much longer than that.

So I've decided, just for the sake of deciding things, that I am going to post something on this blog, whether it be two words or two pages, every day for the next year. That's right. And you can hold me to it. If I miss a day, I promise to allow you to track me down, poke a whole in my torso with a rusty spork, suck out my liver with an old bendy-straw that you picked up from a mold-infested Bag 'N Save in Kentucky, and then puke it into my closet, where it will continue to reek up my room (no matter how much Clorox Clean-up I use) for the next two decades.

...You can thank me for that lovely image that I just put into your brain any time now.

I know, I know,

Doctor shows have a totally and completely cliché aura about them, and cliché is not my forte, nor do I ever want it to be; however, I must make an exception when it comes to Grey's Anatomy. Now I know what you're thinking: "Grey's Anatomy?? Come on! We were over that show back in 2006! Seriously!"

But here's the thing. It's really a good show. Yeah. I know. It's all about sex and drugs and lies and cheats and etc., which is extremely, to get back to my wordoftheday, cliché for a primetime telly show. Nevertheless, at heart, it really has some amazing writers, actors, and whoeverelses behind it. The story's quite brilliant and the character development is some of the best I've ever seen. So the next time that familiar Grey's-Anatomy-labeled theme song pops out of your surround sound, uberexpensive speakers in your comfortablecozy living room, don't moan, whine, and change the channel. Sit around for a while. Try and actually watch it without prejudice, for my sake, its sake, and your sake.

;]

Hello World.

So I'm nobody special. Just a regular 15 year old..Or maybe not? I'm not really quite certain. All I know is I'm me. And I'm here. And I'm typing right now on my silver, fading, completelyandtotally covered in stickers, Dell Inspiron, which I saved up for and bought almost three whole years ago.

Maybe I should know more. Or maybe not. Who am I to say?

But I'm getting beside the point. The point is that my name is Mallorie Wright and this is my first blogpost for my new blog entitled "On the Flopside of Things."

Enjoy :]