Monday, May 31, 2010

A Super-Selfish Post About the Internet :P

To further fancy you [but mostly myself :P], I've come up with a list of 5 things that I am currently obsessed with, choc full of details. But don't worry! There might be something in here that'll put a smile on your face, too. :]

1. The internet, overall. Man, I couldn't even fathom how much information there is on here that I haven't even begun to see, from all the way around the world. Indonesia, Hogwarts, Greenland, Oz- everywhere. SO, because it's so humongous, I'm going to split it up into the specific things I enjoy about the internet.

*YouTube. I am in love with YouTube. For music [that'll be a whole other post, I guess], and for hilarious videos. For example, check out Charlieissocoollike's Channel. Just a hilarious [amazingly beautiful] British kid [complete with an accent us Americans find so enjoyable] who
puts on a show to get some laughs- and he does [at least from me]. The link is specifically to one of his videos called "Understanding Teenage Girls." There's another one called "Understanding Teenage Boys." Watch, and enjoy. :]

*Also, another YouTube user called StarKidPotter. They have 2 full-length plays on their account- one called "A Very Potter Musical". It's just hilarious- Ron and Draco are my favorite characters. If you have enough free time to watch a play, watch- I was hooked for 3. Whole. Days., watching it. I'm not going to tell you too much about the second play [mostly because it is quite inappropriate for young viewers, if I do say so myself.], but it is very funny, too. Just for adults, though. I mean that.

*Facebook. Simple as that. Even though all I ever do is 'like' things. [ If you were a page, I'd 'like' you for reading this post, though. ;D ]

*Flickr & Photobucket. I just love seeing the beauty that people can capture [or draw] with a camera and all its accessories.

*Finally, there's Lookbook. I'm not big into the whole 'fashion' aspect of it all, but the titles of the pictures and the photography is fantastic. Also, it's given me all my hair ideas. :]

You Call It a Bad Hair Day. I Call It Having a Little Lion in Ya.

Every thought is just coming aimlessly today.

I qualified for state in track. Yay. [I'm only a bit excited- that means I miss Dirk's grad party.] So, that meant I had to go to practice early this morning. It was pretty nice weather- just a bit humid. Oh, and cramps stink.

I know not all of you may be atheletes, too, but do you feel prettier after you exercise? Maybe it's just me, because I run with my hair down [yeah, it's hotter, but honestly it'd be more of a pain to get it all up], but after practice I just feel lovely. All my layers show in my hair, and I feel just like an untamed lion. :]

One of these days, I'll put a picture of myself in my "layered lion" hair. I just have to find a good enough picture, though.


I found these songs awhile back, then rediscovered them again yesterday. They're both going on the Vans Warped Tour this year, so that's exciting [since I'm hoping to go- maybe- if it's not all screamo]. I thought some of you all might like it, just 'cause you're cool cats like that. :]

If You Only Knew- Gardening, Not Architecture

[It kind of has an electronic feel to it.]

Make-Up Smeared Eyes [Acoustic?]- Automatic Loveletter

[This song is beautiful. It reminds me of a rainy day. That's the "official" video of it. Sorry- it seems a bit hokey, but I like the song.]

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Fuuuuudge. :[

'Rich' Conversations Within the Last 96 Hours

Mom: "You're an instigator, you know that?"

Me: "He started it!"


[After my tomboy sister, Madi, started complaining about our hairdresser straightening her hair.]

Me: Don't worry about it, Madi. Your hair is dead skin. Dead skin on top of your head.

Madi: But still! I don't want to kill them more.

Me: Imagine your hairs like zombies. You want to kill them more.

Madi: No I don't!

Me: Okayy.. Well, then- imagine your hairs are vampires. They're the living dead, too. And she just burnt them at the stake.

Madi: That's why hair is so shiny.

The Questions of My Life

Does it make you a coward, when you have no chance?
Are you the party pooper, when you can not dance?
When will it be okay, for you to fall in love?
When will it be your time, for you to go above?


That the best can result from the worst.
That the desire makes the memory.
That everything you get will be 2 times what you give.
That everyone can end up happy, no matter what.

I hope you dream that, too.

Friday, May 28, 2010

I just couldn't BREATHE today.

I forgot how to, for just a moment. <3

Cleaning Up

I was actually really upset when I saw my Dad working outside. Not only because he wasn't wearing a shirt, and it was kind of gross, but also because he was cleaning the area next to the pond. A beautiful pergola with climbing clematises and bountiful wild plants, had a rustic charm that was only added to by the twigs and leaves that had fallen down from the trees above. The dirty pots, the cobwebbed chairs, and the broken furniture added to it also, but now my dad has removed these all. The serenity provided by the abandon-ness is now gone, and it looks like any other normal backyard area.

[I don't have a picture of it now, because my camera's a bit broken. :/]

If you have any more free time to kill, listen to this, though:

Loose Threads- Jonas Sees in Color

I Had A Dream Last Night.

No, this actually wasn't meant to refer to Martin Luther King Jr, even though I am reading an interesting book about him and his speeches, and this dream did give me hope. But not that kind of hope. This is more of a hope for the future, of finding love.

This dream was that kind of dream that you get from all your experiences that day combining, kind of like sending your entire day's memories into a kaleidoscope.

In my dream, I first started out exiting a bathroom stall. It doesn't suprise me, because for some reason I spent more time than usual in my school's bathroom yesterday. I began to wash my hands. There were some other people in this normal women's restroom, except for some reason there was a guy standing two feet away from the only open sink. I walked over, and began to wash my hands. He turned around to face me, and, for some reason, placed a wet paper towel in my hand. Even though it was a dream, I could feel the dampness on it, and a force I saw as his hand against mine. He kept his hand there, and didn't move at all. It felt like all sorts of drugs were shot up through my veins, and it bubbled as it crept up towards my heart and my brain. The only thing he said was "Hold this," with an accent I couldn't place- I'd call it "sweet-ish." ;)

I don't remember much else about him, besides the fact that he was about a foot taller than me. I'd call him a country boy, based on his thick black boots and plain shirt and pants [not that I like country boys or anything, it's just that they always seem like the sweetest guys; that's a majority of our county, anyways ]. All I really saw was his eyes. I don't even remember the color of them, just that they seemed to hold a sweet, caring puppy-dog kind of feeling behind them.

This might sound lame, but not to me, mostly because I've had a total of one [crappy] boyfriend my entire life. I think back on it right now, and think "Is that how [love] is supposed to feel? Just that kind of infactuation you get at first sight, like Romeo & Juliet, or Marius & Cosette?"

And the dream just kept on getting deeper and deeper. Before I knew it, we were walking and talking through a hall of stores, clothes racks, and shopping carts. I don't remember what was said, just that it felt all right.
Before I knew it, though, I was with Dirk, my best friend. We were holding hands for whatever reason, as I led him through the crowds to wherever. I looked down, and noticed a spot on my shirt. I ripped my shirt off, revealing a bra. Dirk and a sales lady [who was going to give me a shirt] were there, but for whatever reason I wasn't embarrassed in the least. I left [with a shirt- this is a dream, after all], and we continued hand-in-hand through the center. I felt bad because I was afraid that the other guy would see us, but then I decided I didn't care enough to change it. I saw the guy again. He seemed sad, but right after that I woke up.
Nothing else came, nor did it come back.

It gave me hope, and I woke up with a smile on my face for the first time in awhile, ready to face the day. :)

Thursday, May 27, 2010

You Don't Need a Title to Catch an Eye

A quarter of our school was gone today. Those lucky [graduated] dogs.

[ Yeah, I just found out how to do colors. :) ]

I thought of my best friend, as I walked down the hall alone today.

I saw my ex with his new[ish] girlfriend today, and, once again, looked the other way awkwardly. It's sad, knowing that before we "went out" we were such good friends, but now that I'm finally over it all and want to be friends again, I don't want to interrupt the [possibly] best moments of his life. I feel conflicted, but not enough to do anything about it.

I got a new haircut today. The lady who cuts my hair [I don't like the word hairdresser- it doesn't sound right to me- do you?] told me I looked beautiful. And actually, for a split second, I believed her. It was nice to feel that way. :]

Uhh, I have more to say, but I guess I'll put it into another post.

Peace, lovelies. :)

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

"Generalement, les gens qui savent peu parlent beaucoup et les gens qui savent beaucoup parlent peu."

I'm not sure what I want to be when I grow up. A writer, maybe? A journalist? A French teacher? A photographer? I'm not so sure, but deciding what I want to do won't matter extremely much until I start college at least, I expect. I've never known for sure, mostly because there's so much I wish I could do with my life.

BUT, there is one occupation I decided I ultimately want to have. A philanthropist. :)

I found this website called GivesMeHope, and it's just fantastic. That's what I want to spend the rest of my life doing: great things that gives people hope, even if I am just an "ordinary" person.

"When you breathe, you inspire. When you do not breathe, you expire."

Watching You Walking Away Is the Hardest Part.

Today was his last day. My best friend's very last day walking through the same halls I'll have to mosey aimlessly through for the next two years.

Not going to lie, I'm going to miss him- not only because he won't be here with me, but also because he'll be living his own life off hours away without me.

He's walking out of my life, and I'm choking, struggling for words as he takes steps farther and farther away.

I'm not 'in love' with him, but he's definitely one of the people I most care about on this crazy planet. I'm not sure if he realizes that or not.

We laughed, we cried, and I farted really loud on the phone once. But I'll always remember him as Dirk, my best friend.

[ I had a poem, but I currently can't find it. ]

Thursday, May 20, 2010


Today, I felt like a needle in a balloon stack. A bunch of airheaded egotistical balloons, to be exact, that if I happened to do anything out of place, I would just have a bunch of balloons pissed at me.

Sorry- I'm pretty sure my most creative "juices" flow with 7 & 1/2 hours of sleep.
That's actually the most sleep I've had in a while.

We're watching "Bend It Like Beckham" in class, and I just realized something about it.

1. My Mom bought me this movie for me when I was in like 5th grade. Apparently, because it "got good reviews." It's awkward to watch it now, because of all the homosexuality. When I was little, I didn't remember much about it besides there was two girls kissing.

I don't have anything against homosexuality/bisexuality, but it just feels awkward. That's all.

2. It's now even more awkward because apparently people at my school think I'm bisexual. Which I am not- I am straight. I like guys- ALOT. [Just because I don't have a high enough self-esteem to get a boyfriend doesn't mean I'm bi.]

Who I heard it from? A girl, whispering about it with another girl when it was just those two and me 10 feet away in our school's locker room. I don't say this a lot, but BITCH, please.

I just want school to end, so I can get out of this place for a little while. People cause too much drama at the end of the year.

Monday, May 17, 2010


Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy

I'm kind of addicted to LookBook.

Flickr also.

Did I mention PostSecret? :)

Apparently, these aren't links. But I hope they brighten up your [maybe cloudy, like mine] day! :)

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Six [Stores Galore]

Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy

So, I guess I'll just write a normal post. I had fantastic ideas for this post, but then it rained. :/ Sorry, I'm not really feeling that exciting/unboring today.

I went to the store today with my Mom, and noticed a couple of things there.

1. Parents are more likely to get things if their prices are extremely cut [like Nerds Ropes, for 37 cents :D].

2. It's really funny, to wear a pair of shorts and a tank top on a rainy Sunday day. One, because it feels kind of cold. And second, because it's "inappropriate" for Sundays, and I felt like a walking sin. [It was awesome, feeling rebellious. Yet the stares weren't that awesome]

3. I got a flashback when we walked by the lobster tank. When I was little, I used to love looking at my brother or sister through the other side of the glass. The lobsters would dance, pinching their claws together like castanets. I never knew why they were really there in the first place, nor did I care- they just looked happy.

Today, they just looked dead. Already in their watery tomb, dead. Their limp bodies were tangled over each other with no respect for their breath [I don't know what you'd call a "breath" for a fish]. A frown forced my face down.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

My Dad's the King Today.

Referring to the title of this entry, me and my Dad always have this contest to see which one of us can get our dog to poop each day. Most of the time, he wins [because I'm not home until later], so he's kind of an "eternal" king. I get to be queen sometimes, though. :)

Nothing's going straight in my mind, it's all like a Rubix Cube [which I could never solve in the first place].

I came up with these couple of lines [not written above Tinturn Alley- or Diagon Alley, for the matter] the other day.

I do not want to live here,
I want to live in Maine,
I want to feel
The fishermens' reel,
I want to feel the rain.

I like 'em.

I hung out with my best friend a lot today. We talked about the past, and the future.
I'm lucky- he remembers more about me than I thought. I'm never sure if I'm his best friend, though- I don't think I am, but I want to be.

Today, I'm having a random obsession with really sappy/AWESOME love songs on YouTube, like from A Fine Frenzy, Regina Spektor, The Perfect Measure, Chase Coy, & SayLoudShoutLouder. Their messages and their voices seem to carry something stronger than usual today.

The sun's now starting to slowly fall,
The man in white now does his call,
So set your eyes to sleep tonight,
And hopefully you sleep so tight.


Cinq [I'm Allergic to Beautiful]

Day 05 — Your favorite quote

Okay, so I meant beautiful days. Today's the first day I've ever had allergies, and it had to be on the most beautiful day so far this year.

RIP the fast-forward button on my iPod- may you forever be remembered. [The glue came out from underneath of the edge, and now the button itself won't go down] :'(

I don't actually have a favorite quote, so I guess I'll just think of a cool one I like and put it here ->

"Laissez les bon temps roulez!"

[Let the good times roll.]

Oh, and

"Whatever floats your boat."


Friday, May 14, 2010


Day 04 — Your favorite book

Okay, this is getting kind of boring.

So, I guess I'll do it anyways, though.

Jane Eyre. :)

"If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you, and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends."

Thursday, May 13, 2010


Day 03 — Your favorite television program

Okay, this kind of sucks, mostly because I don't really watch TV.

I guess I'll say Modern Family. It gives me a chuckle or two [actually, a whole 30 minutes worth]. :)

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Deux [Sorta.]

Day 02 — Your favorite movie

That's an easy one, too, but I have two. It's a very close race haha. :)

"First learn stand, then learn fly. Nature rule, Daniel-san, not mine." [Mr. Miyagi]

The Karate Kid. Ralph Macchio. Mannn. <3

And, the extremely close second!

I used to watch this when I was little over and over again.

It's beautiful.

"That's right! I'm frightfully funny, frightfully friendly, and I can make all your dreams come true." [Flip]

Monday, May 10, 2010


[All my days will be French, I guess ♥]

Day 01 — Your favorite song

My favourite song [I'm not British, I just like spelling "favourite" & "colour" like that :)]...

I have 2, really.

Walking By- Holiday Parade
It's seriously the most beautiful song that has ever existed to me. I'm still waiting for the chance to see them live. :)

If It Means A Lot to You- A Day to Remember
Once again, very beautiful. :)

30 Days.

I found this, and it seemed kind of cool [and also from a cool cat ;)], so I'm just going to go off of this. :)

30 DAYS:

Day 01 — Your favorite song
Day 02 — Your favorite movie
Day 03 — Your favorite television program
Day 04 — Your favorite book
Day 05 — Your favorite quote
Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 — A photo you took
Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 — A fictional book
Day 14 — A non-fictional book
Day 15 — A fanfic
Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 — A talent of yours
Day 20 — A hobby of yours
Day 21 — A recipe
Day 22 — A website
Day 23 — A YouTube video
Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 — Your day, in great detail
Day 26 — Your week, in great detail
Day 27 — This month, in great detail
Day 28 — This year, in great detail
Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy

Hey Monday! [ Mood: Tired/Insane.]

This is how tired I am. This seems SO nice right now. But sorry.

The band's actually extremely awesome, but today... not so much. :/

I actually took my [normally wasted] time to look up on Hey Monday's official website as to why they named their band that, and Cassadee [their lead singer, who is ahh-mazin'] said "Most people don’t really say they’re happy about a Monday, they view it like it’s the first day of the rest of their week, but Monday can also just be a new beginning..."

I wish I could have that awesome of a positive attitude today, haha.

[I hope maybe it worked better on you, though.] :)

Anyways, today for me fell drastically in mood.

For some reason, everytime I walk into Lowes [yeah, the hardware store. I know.], I feel completely inspired to do something. I don't even know what- just to make or design something beautiful. It must just be something unearthly in those magazines that make me hope for a happy life in a happy home.

Anybody else feel that way? :)

But yeah, we went to Lowes yesterday, so I was feeling really happy and positive for the future at the beginning of today.

Also, I was happy for only having two boxes of candy left to sell! :O

[I have to sell candy for $ to go on a trip to France with my school, but I have to earn every dime of it, and 15 year olds can't work in my state. The first $100 is due by the end of May, so I basically have to work my butt off selling candy. :/ ]

But then, this one recurring thought hit me again during school. It bugs the beejeezus out of me: Sometimes, I honestly think I'm insane.

Like, it might sound weird to you, but sometimes I swear I say my thoughts out loud, when they're meant to only be thoughts.

Every. Single. Thought.

And everybody's in on it, except me.

I can't even describe it. It almost makes me feel uncomfortable in my own mind, my own skin.

I don't know- it sounds crazy, right?

I think it's just a sign that my imagination is going a little too "out of the box."

Or I'm a bit too sleep deprived- haha.

I'm kind of too tired to go into more detail- I think I got the basics out.

Don't let the bedbugs bite. :)

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Top 16 Artists On My iPod NOT to Listen to After a Nasty Break-Up

[Gained from my own personal experience...]

Unless you enjoy pain.

OR, if you want to listen to them for the love in their songs, that's okay.

In no particular order:

#. Artist [Song]

1. Secondhand Serenade [Fall For You/ Stay Close, Don't Go]
2. Daphne Loves Derby [Sun]
3. The Icarus Account [So In Love]
4. The Summer Obsession [I Miss You]
5. Mayday Parade [Miserable at Best]
6. Holiday Parade [Walking By]
7. The All-American Rejects [Sunshine]
8. The Fray [Look After You/ Never Say Never]
9. Lady Antebellum [Need You Now]
10. Boys Like Girls [Go/ Two Is Better Than One]
11. Lifehouse [You and Me]
12. A Day to Remember [If It Means A Lot to You]
13. The Script [The End Is Where I Begin, Breakeven, The Man Who Can't Be Moved]
14. Chase Coy [Turn Back the Time, All Those Nights]
15. Bon Iver [Skinny Love]
16. Letters and Lights [In Love and Outdone]

This Special Sunday

As some of you might know, today is May 9th. Also, it's Mother's Day [in America- I'm not really sure if it is anywhere else]. It's that one day picked out as a holiday when you finally appreciate your mother for:

1. All of the help and love she has given you, since about 9 months before you were born.
2. The pain she had to go through to get you.
3. [For me], the amount of crap she has to take from you sometimes.
4. [For me, because I can't drive yet..], being your personal chaffeur.
5. How much she has to dish out for you.
6. What she's had to give up for you [possibly dreams].

Thank you, Mom- I Love You.

[Even though she can't see this.]

But, today's also a really odd day. Of course, Mother's Day changes every year [it's the 2nd Sunday of May, right?], but isn't it just uncanny that today in 1960 the FDA approved the sale of the birth control pill?

Haha- I just thought that little snippet of information was ironic.

Today marks the beginning of the week, and almost the end of the school year [June 1st for us]!

It actually makes me really sad. My best, closest friend is leaving high school this year to finally continue his life at a college [2-4] hours away, basically leaving me to fend for myself for the last two years of what I have left here.

It makes me sad, to look forward and know he won't be standing in our usual corner before school starts any longer, or his face won't be one of the many I see in the halls.

The scariest part is that it feels like once he's gone, he'll forget about me and leave me here [I've already started getting all emotional about it- I can't even imagine what I'll feel like his last day].

But, hey- I shouldn't be worrying about the future when it hasn't even happened yet. So, I guess I'm just going have to appreciate him while he's here.

You never know what you really have until it's [almost] gone.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

What's In the Eye of the Beholder [Mariah Carey Say What?]

I've come up with a new ideology- okay, it's not really "mine", but I stumbled upon it without the help of others. I noticed it solely from my surroundings [haha- that's kind of ironic- but you'll get it later].

You might have heard the saying "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," by Plato. That's the truth, but I don't think that's all of it.

The quote itself is referring to the importance and individuality of each person and their opinions. In each beholder, there is possibly an entirely new reality [compared to our own] that exists. Therefore, the idea of perspective comes into place.

For example, close your eyes. Imagine the color you were brainwashed by your kindergarden teacher to believe it's called blue. The color of the sunny sky, the deep, mysterious ocean, and some peoples' eyes.

But there's a catch. This blue- is it the same as someone elses' blue? Sure, we know things by the same color- like the grass is always called green, but what if my green is really your purple? Afterall, "that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

Next, consider the quote directly pertaining to beauty. Beauty is an opinion, not a fact. Everyone can look at a picture [or even a person] and argue whether or not they are "beautiful."

I realized this one day when me and my best friend were talking. We were talking about a girl that I was relatively jealous of for her looks, and he blatantly said that he thought she was "ugliest girl in our school." I was completely shocked upon hearing this, just in the fact that it was such a clash compared to mine.

Speaking of my best friend again, he always calls himself fat. And ugly. When he definitely is not fat OR ugly.

Also, there's a little thing my Mom told me one time about Mariah Carey. Yeah, the gorgeous Mariah Carey. After telling about my idea of myself being ugly, she told me that Mariah Carey only wanted one side of her face actually photographed, mostly because she thought that one was her "pretty side."

I write this now, completely thinking of the hundreds of thousands of teenagers struggling with self-image and pressure to be "beautiful."

But they can't be beautiful when beautiful is different to everyone.

They'll just keep on suffering until they finally see that their struggle is endless, in constant battle between their own diminishing self-image.

I myself used to have a diminishing self-image- an image that kept me from accomplishing what I had dreamed of, and from following what I loved.

So, I guess the lesson I learned was that people have different views of everything. And that people are misguided in life. So, don't live your life trying to live up to this idea of being "beautiful." That's your own opinion, dude, and don't forget it.

Friday, May 7, 2010

I Listen to Strangers... They Always Have Something To Say

"When you used to tell me that you chase tornadoes, deep down I thought it was just a metaphor."

Guess what movie this is from? :)

Well, that's what I'm watching right now.

Today has been an, erm, odd day. Turns out that my coach has put me down to continue doing track after my last JV meet [which I am strictly on the JV team], and wants me to do varsity. I'm pretty afraid, mostly because I haven't even BEEN to a varsity meet yet, let alone competed against any varsity runners. The joy of it all. -_-

And, I got this book today for English: "Things Fall Apart". Chinua Achebe, anyone? :)

But that's not what this blog is about tonight. This is about the lesson I stumbled upon, oh, a couple of weeks ago.

I was standing at my locker one Tuesday afternoon, trying to call my Mom to find out what I was doing after school. I was having trouble with a ride home from track, had several projects to do, and the stress & anxiety were eating away at me [including at my gums, which at that point had canker sores]. Basically, I was alone, in the hallway, stressing out.

Then, a stranger walked by. Only a freshmen [in high school], he had huge gauges in his ears, and a pair of baggy clothes to match. He seemed like a kid who had a rougher life than myself, yet have an attitude of a kid my father would brand a "punk."

He saw me, probably looking extremely stressed, and out of nowhere turned to me and sincerely said "Life will get better. I would know."

The truth of the matter? I actually did believe him. And you know what? It really did get better. I had enough courage to make it through my day, and that entire week with a more positive attitude.

People say don't talk to strangers [even though that seems like kind of an underlying point of a blog], but I guess you can learn from what they have to say.

So, to anyone out there, listen to me:

"Life will get better. I would know."


This Is Too Much Like My First Steps

[This is Bonhomme, the "mascot" for the Winter Carnaval in Quebec. I went on a trip there, and it was amazing. I seriously love this man!]

Hi. My name's MacKenzie.

Okay, this feels kind of awkward. This is my first time on this website, and my first time writing a blog. I have a pretty good idea that this is something I want to be writing [even though it feels kind of selfish, to be writing about myself constantly]. This is just the story of me and what I'm going through as a shy high school girl, and I hope you can learn a lesson or two along the way. :)

So, first off, let me tell you a little bit about myself.

You already got my first name, and whatever else is currently on my profile/information. It'll change as time goes on, like everything does.

I'm that girl that sits two seats behind of you, and you've only heard her voice two times this year.

The girl who always wants to say something, but never has the courage to even move her lips.

The girl who is not only in constant pursuit of discovering herself, but also having some trouble being discovered by others.

That's me- MacKenzie the Wallflower. And here's my voice, finally.