my JESUS-mas present from my parents and a rather wealthy family friend: an absolutely beautiful keyboard synthesizer with a great multitude of buttons that go DOOP DEE DOOP. i only hope i can last until december.
oh, the possiblities...
:)
-D
[ps- i TOLD everyone her ego would explode horribly!]
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
leftover cake
If you're illiterate or have not read Danielle or David's posts then I will tell you again: I am 16 now. The birthday was nice. LOTS of people said happy birthday, through facebook or in person or over the phone. Frankly, if i hear/read those two words again I'll die and judging by David and Danielle's posts, they clearly wouldn't be able to function if that happened. So enough with the birthday talk. I'm just writing to post:
THANKS EVERYBODY.
Monday, October 1, 2007
happy birthday!!!!!!!!!!
So Today its mallory's birthday
so im making a countdown list of why mallory is the coolest person born in the month of october
10. she is very honest like in study hall she told some kid he smelled like a skunk. if thats not honesty i dont know what is
9. She throws things at people who are annoying, like Last year in Study hall these stupid freshmen were being stupid and she started throwing pretzels at them, it was really funny until one started crying, then it became hillarious, they deserved it
8. She has shinny hair.
7. she lets me hit on her mom.
6. She had the balls to donate a pint of blood, and because of that we got free ice cream at some store in princesstown
5. She lent me the Kite Runner in april so i woudlnt fail my summer reading in september, i will give her the book back one of these days
4. She has the worst taste in music, but thats alright cuz i can judge and she doesnt get pissed
3. everytime we go to movies rated R with her she can always get us in, its like she has a deadly gaze that penetrates the soul of the ticket reciver guy and makes him so afraid that he is too scurred to say no.
2. she gives awesome advice and always listens to the stupid things going on in my life
1. she is hispanic
YO KID HAPPY BIRTHDAY
From david
THATS MALLORY--------------------------------------------->
so im making a countdown list of why mallory is the coolest person born in the month of october
10. she is very honest like in study hall she told some kid he smelled like a skunk. if thats not honesty i dont know what is
9. She throws things at people who are annoying, like Last year in Study hall these stupid freshmen were being stupid and she started throwing pretzels at them, it was really funny until one started crying, then it became hillarious, they deserved it
8. She has shinny hair.
7. she lets me hit on her mom.
6. She had the balls to donate a pint of blood, and because of that we got free ice cream at some store in princesstown
5. She lent me the Kite Runner in april so i woudlnt fail my summer reading in september, i will give her the book back one of these days
4. She has the worst taste in music, but thats alright cuz i can judge and she doesnt get pissed
3. everytime we go to movies rated R with her she can always get us in, its like she has a deadly gaze that penetrates the soul of the ticket reciver guy and makes him so afraid that he is too scurred to say no.
2. she gives awesome advice and always listens to the stupid things going on in my life
1. she is hispanic
YO KID HAPPY BIRTHDAY
From david
THATS MALLORY--------------------------------------------->
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Regret and Explanation
In Celebration of Your Creation
Tomorrow is mallorys birthday.
I suppose the purpose of this is to say some of the things that i wouldn't exactly feel totally comfortable saying, cuz you know, I am not a sentimental person. I would rather rage and punch than hug someone dissolving into a pile of cogelating tears at my feet. I'm not proud of it.
so naturally, I feel kinda awkward saying that shes the bestest friend that i've ever had, even though that shouldn't feel awkward, and that she's one of the coolest cats in the world besides my brother. I feel silly saying that i look forward to hanging out with her, because i always know we have TWO THOUSAND POUNDS OF FUN, at LEAST, and that she has helped me out in more ways that she could probably imagine. I feel silly saying that, cuz thats super cheesy and lame. Bear with me.
She stuck by me when i sort of (blah!) ditched her for my brand-new first time boyfriend time and time again, kinda sucking it up and not ever being a huge bitch about, and in fact, never bitching about it. except in her journal, of course. but she is too polite to let me read that.
ANYWAYS. she listened to me vent about his increasing stupidity, rolled her eyes and called him a "fucking deuchebag" at the appropriate moments, and i always felt better afterwards. which is more than i can claim to have done for her. And then when we finally broke up, she was the one who made me roflcopter LITERALLY through the tears (how i hate that expression) when she gave me the awkwardest hug EVER, and we both roflcoptered at the ridiculousness of the action (she's as affectionate as a cactus. a dead one. but i say that with affection). later, she was the one who rode her bike to acme with an SNL dvd, bought me a pint of ice cream and an Elle magazine, and then rode all the way to my house in the disgusting heat, and through the disgusting highway to pop up at my house. That is pretty much one of the nicest things that anyone has ever done for me, in all sincerity.
[i fully realize that writing this does not make up for that fact that i haven't bought her a present yet. nothing...is good enough...? :) ]
I am extremely lucky, cuz she's basically the shit, and you better believe that i mean the POSITIVE CONNOTATION of shit. but man, i hope she never finds out. her ego would explode.
Happy Birthday Mallory Scandelous Nachos Morales, and thanks for the roflcopters.
I suppose the purpose of this is to say some of the things that i wouldn't exactly feel totally comfortable saying, cuz you know, I am not a sentimental person. I would rather rage and punch than hug someone dissolving into a pile of cogelating tears at my feet. I'm not proud of it.
so naturally, I feel kinda awkward saying that shes the bestest friend that i've ever had, even though that shouldn't feel awkward, and that she's one of the coolest cats in the world besides my brother. I feel silly saying that i look forward to hanging out with her, because i always know we have TWO THOUSAND POUNDS OF FUN, at LEAST, and that she has helped me out in more ways that she could probably imagine. I feel silly saying that, cuz thats super cheesy and lame. Bear with me.
She stuck by me when i sort of (blah!) ditched her for my brand-new first time boyfriend time and time again, kinda sucking it up and not ever being a huge bitch about, and in fact, never bitching about it. except in her journal, of course. but she is too polite to let me read that.
ANYWAYS. she listened to me vent about his increasing stupidity, rolled her eyes and called him a "fucking deuchebag" at the appropriate moments, and i always felt better afterwards. which is more than i can claim to have done for her. And then when we finally broke up, she was the one who made me roflcopter LITERALLY through the tears (how i hate that expression) when she gave me the awkwardest hug EVER, and we both roflcoptered at the ridiculousness of the action (she's as affectionate as a cactus. a dead one. but i say that with affection). later, she was the one who rode her bike to acme with an SNL dvd, bought me a pint of ice cream and an Elle magazine, and then rode all the way to my house in the disgusting heat, and through the disgusting highway to pop up at my house. That is pretty much one of the nicest things that anyone has ever done for me, in all sincerity.
[i fully realize that writing this does not make up for that fact that i haven't bought her a present yet. nothing...is good enough...? :) ]
I am extremely lucky, cuz she's basically the shit, and you better believe that i mean the POSITIVE CONNOTATION of shit. but man, i hope she never finds out. her ego would explode.
Happy Birthday Mallory Scandelous Nachos Morales, and thanks for the roflcopters.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Lifesaver
I saved a life today. A very small life, but a life nonetheless. I was being rudely jostled by my two bitches:
when i glanced to the side and into the glittering depths of ice-water that constitutes my pool, when BAWHAM! what in bearded neptunes name is that!? A drowned grasshopper floating in the shallow end!! And so commenced the inner battle that rages inside my breat everytime i'm confronted with something that has more than four legs: kill it, run away screaming, or take pity on its miserable life and save it. Well, assuming it was already dead, the tomboy in me reared its short-cropped head and made me poke it. It wiggled a leg weakly. The song "I Will Survive" immediatly started blaring itself max volume in my mind.
OMGZz. It's alive! I kinda scooped it out of the water, trying very hard not to think about what i was doing (i had JUST put on some delicious chocolate-smelling lotion, what a waste), found my camera, and brought the half-dead thing to the backyard swing set contraption. I could've left it there, and been content that I at least gave it a fighting chance, but my spectacle-clad eyes fell upon my brothers super expensive high quality Burger King action figure.
FIGHT TO THE DEATH!!
>>...to be continued...<<
when i glanced to the side and into the glittering depths of ice-water that constitutes my pool, when BAWHAM! what in bearded neptunes name is that!? A drowned grasshopper floating in the shallow end!! And so commenced the inner battle that rages inside my breat everytime i'm confronted with something that has more than four legs: kill it, run away screaming, or take pity on its miserable life and save it. Well, assuming it was already dead, the tomboy in me reared its short-cropped head and made me poke it. It wiggled a leg weakly. The song "I Will Survive" immediatly started blaring itself max volume in my mind.
OMGZz. It's alive! I kinda scooped it out of the water, trying very hard not to think about what i was doing (i had JUST put on some delicious chocolate-smelling lotion, what a waste), found my camera, and brought the half-dead thing to the backyard swing set contraption. I could've left it there, and been content that I at least gave it a fighting chance, but my spectacle-clad eyes fell upon my brothers super expensive high quality Burger King action figure.
FIGHT TO THE DEATH!!
>>...to be continued...<<
Monday, September 10, 2007
learning is contagious
I seriously think I'm allergic to my school building. This morning while taking a timed diagnostic test I nearly died. Bad enough I was freezing and my nose was runny but somewhere in heaven, God decided it was a good time for Mallory to have a cough attack. I was so embarrased, I could not stop coughing! Everyone around me was trying to concentrate and I was having fits in my chair.
Tomorrow I'm packing lozenges.
Tomorrow I'm packing lozenges.
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