life. leave out all the rest.

Istanbul

2011-12-30T15:42:00.000-08:00

Few places have ever effected me in such a way as Istanbul. It's been more than a year since I went, yet I still can't quite put my finger on what it was about that city that pulled me in. I'm not sure if it was noisy, cobblestone streets, maze like bazaars, or spices stacked so high that if they toppled, you would die smelling heaven. It could have been the stray cats that napped in the shade, or the big old dog that sat watching everyone in the park. Maybe it was the conjuncture of new and ancient, towering minarets and a mysterious underground Medusa head. It might have been all the families crowded into the park, breaking their Ramadan fasts, or street vendors selling roasted corn or the children eating cotton candy and shooting light up toys into the sky. Whatever it may have been, something about Istanbul drew me close, and made me feel as if I could live there my whole life.

Perhaps the reason Istanbul had such an effect on me was the same reason I was so enthralled with India: I didn't know much about it. My knowledge of Istanbul before I went was this: it used to be called Constantinople, and before that it was Byzantium. And it had some pretty buildings. And that was it. I didn't know, for instance, that the streets were so winding and narrow in the part of town that we were staying in, that our cab driver wouldn't even know where we were going, even though we were staying next to the biggest landmark in the city. I didn't know that the fountain in Sultanahmet park lit up with different colors (at least during Ramadan) or that you could get almost any flavor of Turkish delight that you could think of. I certainly didn't know how much I would love ayasofya (Hagia Sofia). Being inside that building was the closest thing that I have ever had to a truly religious experience. The scale of it was beyond anything I could have dreamed of; it's sheer size left me in speechless wonder for more than a few

minutes. Originally it served as the Greek Patriarchal cathedral of Constantinople, except for a short period when it was converted to a Roman Catholic cathedral. It was then converted into a mosque. Now, it's a museum. The walls of the building have beautiful mosaics depicting religious scenes. When it was converted into a mosque, they were painted over which ironically preserved them. Standing in the middle of the massive building, I was humbled. Its size and its beauty were enough to nearly bring me to tears. The upstairs balcony held a special surprise for me, other than the beautiful mosaics being restored there. On one wall, there were holes where it was obvious that ornate crosses were once there. There was something about ayasofya that could have kept me there forever. I was fascinated and enthralled by its massiveness and its history, overwhelmed by the myriad of emotions that standing in the middle of it all brought down on me. Being there brought to me the realization of the inevitability of change and the idea that we are surrounded constantly by layers and layers of history. This was something that I kept coming back to throughout my trip, and throughout Istanbul.
Basilica Cistern was another place that, like ayasofya, had a great effect on me. It wasn't to the extent that I had felt from ayasofya, and maybe in a slightly different way, but Basilica Cistern was one of the weirdest and most interesting places that I've been. I can't really remember the history of it, or why it was built, but I can tell you this: it is one strange place. Underground, it is an enormous cavern with hundreds pillars and platforms that suspend you above the water it is filled with. It's dark and cool and damp and a little creepy. The platforms are slippery and it smells a bit (not too bad though). The pillars have dim lights on them and the entire time I was there, I was writing the climactic chase scene of a movie in my head. Maybe the strangest things of all in the Basilica Cistern were the Medusa column bases. No one is sure of their origin, or what they might have been used for previously. They stare at you menacingly, striking into you a fear that perhaps they will turn you to stone and you will be trapped underground forever. Fresh air was a relief when we resurfaced.
While the grandeur of places like Blue Mosque, ayasofya, or Topkapi Palace were surely a reason that I loved the city, what I think may have caused me to fall in love with it was not the architecture (amazing), but the atmosphere. As began to set, families spilled onto the streets and into the parks, toting picnic baskets and coolers. As they spread their things out and set up their meal, lights strung between the minarets of Blue Mosque flickered on, and the official band of the night set up on stage in Sultanahmet park. Leaning against a fence and eating a big, juicy slice of watermelon that I had bought from a street vendor, I was reminded vaguely of the 4th of July. Children were running around laughing and screaming, the aroma of wonderful, wonderful food filled the air and music played on. Wandering away from the park and on down the main roads, hosts beckoned you into their restaurants while cars and the occasional streetcar (tram/train/trolley?) whizzed by. Looping back around and walking up a quieter street, the shops were closed for the evening, and through the windows you could see people eating at higher end restaurants. There was almost no one on this quieter street, and at first I thought my ears were playing tricks on me. But the noise grew louder as we approached an outdoor restaurant down the block from our hotel. Floating gently through the Istanbul night was the theme for the Godfather, being played mournfully by the live entertainment for the night. As the song played on and I returned to my hotel, I thought to myself that perhaps one day I would return to Istanbul, but the tune was carrying me to Italy, and as sad as I was to leave, you can't complain if your next destination is Venice.

2011-12-30T13:28:00.000-08:00

I did a really good job of getting back into this blog, didn't I?
Yep. Really skillful.
WELL
This time, I think I am back for good.
Although I have created another blog on both this site, and wordpress, since I forgot the password to the email that I created this account with and decided to just make a new one altogether. Then I remembered and got myself back on here and made this poorly written post. So I guess I will continue to write here, but if you wish to, you could check out my other two blogs (they don't have very much written on them at the moment, and possibly never will, knowing my ability to honor commitments).

here's the blogger one
and here's the wordpress one

And here's to the new year and hopefully making more regular posts.

Invincible

2010-11-23T21:56:00.000-08:00

We paddled our yellow raft down the cold Kern River, Ben, Aiden, Evan and I. The smooth strokes through the freezing water were relatively coordinated, and our path wasn’t a complete zig zag. Aiden and Evan sat in the back, steering. Ben and I sat in the front, supposedly moving us forward. We looked to the left, and saw Alex, Sara, Conor and Gabe paddling their raft gracefully along. Moving in a straight line. They looked over at us, and saw us struggling to move forward, and struggling even harder to not hit the banks of the river.

Ok, Ben, I said. Ben, you and I, we gotta keep moving, keep paddling. Aiden, Evan, you two just gotta get us to the middle of the river. Just get us there and we can have wiggle room. Just do it, please?

They agree, reluctantly, to do work. Before long, the four of us are cruising right along, making good time, with no potential crash areas in sight.

And then BOOM. We hit something, a rock I think. I couldn’t tell, I was disorientated. Up, down, up? I thought we were going the other way... And then I realized we were going down the river backwards, and heading straight into the rapids, unable to see ahead of us.

What do we do? Ben yelled in my ear.

I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know! I yelled back.

Paddle! Aiden screams desperately, so we paddle.

Aiden, Evan, turn us around! Do it do it do it! I screamed.

They paddled as hard and fast as they could, while we were tossed mercilessly around in our little boat. The water poured in over the sides, into our raft, and Ben nearly fell out as we hit a large rock, but I dove to the other side of our little bench and pulled him back to the relative safety of our boat.

Evan and Aiden finally turned us around, so instead of being pushed blindly through the water, we could see where our fates lay.

Paddle guys, paddle! Try to get around the rocks on the left, those look like they’d hurt, I ordered.

They paddled, I paddled, we paddled as a team. We missed the rocks on the left, and swerved out of the way of rocks looming on the right. All four of us were breathing sighs of relief until we hear Ben.

Oh shit! Oh shit Oh shit! We’re gonna die! No way we’re gonna make it!

And then we see it, a row of rocks, unavoidable, lined up in front of us. And then we’re all copying Ben’s words, and I’m pretty sure we all believed them.

Our puny yellow raft hit the rocks, we were all holding on to each other, grasping all the life we could find. We flip like a coin, over, and over through the air. It can’t have been more than five seconds, because soon we were underwater. We popped up, amazed.

Alive? Alive! Dude! We’re freaking alive! That was awesome! Dude! Let’s do it again! We rescue our boat, pull it ashore, and we truly are invincible.

~molly

Return!

2010-11-23T21:50:00.000-08:00

I feel bad. I abandoned this blog. And now I feel bad. There wasn't a reason I did it, except for my discovery of Tumblr, which is blogging but requires less thought. And now I miss this blog, and I think I will return to it and attempt to regain my honor by writing stuff.
See, I'm already back on my A-game, using phrases like "writing stuff".

Hope you had a wonderful summer, and that your fall is yummy!

~molly

Hello

2010-06-18T11:25:00.000-07:00

Wow!! It has bee soooo super duper long since i have posted anything on here! I was just so busy with school, trying to keep my grades up, which I managed to do relatively ok. A's in everything except a B+ in math, which i got an A- on the final and A+'s on the last two tests of the year. I guess that just doesn't make up for a couple of F's and D's on tests earlier in the year...
But WOW IT'S SUMMER AND I AM SO EXCITED. And grounded... So, since I am basically not allowed out, I have plenty of time to let the creative juices flow, or even doing some more analytical pieces (something I got pretty good at in English this year).
Hopefully I get ungrounded sometime soon, so I can see my friends at some point before my dad and I take our trip. We are apparently tackling the I countries, as last year we went to India, and this year, we are going to Istanbul and Italy!! I'm really excited, because I finally get to see Pompeii, which is something I have wanted to see since I read the Magic Tree House Story about it in Kindergarden. And Rome, which has been up there on the list since I saw the Lizzie McGuire Movie (which incidentally was on TV earlier today). And Venice, since I saw Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. Istanbul I expect will be amazing as well, though I don't know much about it. All I know is I am gonna have a great time.
Since it's summer and I'm grounded, my activities are limited to writing, reading, facebook, watching movies and cleaning the house, so I will probably read more books than I have really for the last year. Currently I am reading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo Stieg Larsson. I love it! It's the best book I have read in a long time and I highly recommend it to everyone who loves a good mystery!
Hope your summer is great!!!

~molly

Free

2010-04-01T21:28:00.000-07:00

The heat in New Delhi in July is oppressive. It traps you, it suffocates you. Just walking down a sidewalk tests your mettle. You’re surrounded by people, by noise, by smells, and muggy, smoggy air. The world is chaotic, unorganized, and making your way through this strange land seems a daunting task.

You can hide from the heat in a hotel, escape the crowds, and find shelter in the air conditioned lobby. But you can’t leave the noise behind you. There is a perpetual racket being made by car horns and the tuk-tuks that run on C.N.G that ceases only late at night. But there is no quiet then either. There is the sound of the wild dogs howling and prowling the city at night. And by the time this stops, it’s time for the sound of engines again.

The Birla House, on Tees January Marg, is where Mohandas Gandhi, the father of India spent the last 144 days of his life. This is the spot where the great man, who fought with his words, not his fists, and led India out of British control, was martyred.

Beyond the white house, you follow Gandhi’s footsteps, the last he would take. You find yourself on a lawn, a large, vibrantly green lawn. You realize that it’s different here. The heat has abated, and you can feel an almost breeze on your skin. And the silence. You’re suddenly miles away from the blaring horns of cars on the other side of house. You’re in the middle of one of the biggest cities in the world, and it’s quiet. You’re distant. You’re separate from the rest of the world, which goes on rushing by. You feel free from it all, free from the heat, the noise.

And then you feel sad. Unexpectedly sad. A life is such a beautiful thing, such a terrible thing to take. But what can you do, against such hate and anger? You stop for a moment, and think. This place, really, it is beautiful. Its beauty isn’t just soft edges and strong colors. Its beauty is in its freedom, it’s the release of a soul. It’s the ability to find beauty in an ugly thing. It’s the capacity to shake the world, to make things better. It’s the power of one life.

You’ve answered your question. Against the anger and the hate you can be strong. You can keep on going, though your feet may hurt and bleed.

And then you’re back to the world, roused from the thoughts you were absorbed in. A bird is perched on the spot of Gandhi’s martyrdom. It chirps prettily, and takes flight. You smile as it spreads its wings and heads into the warm, Indian sky, free.

~molly

i need a puppy

2010-02-27T22:28:00.000-08:00

I love dogs. I love them so much. Sometimes, they are better than people, because they just listen. And then you can get the best hugs and cuddles from them. And they can at least pretend to look like they care, unlike cats...I want a dog so so so so so badly, but chances are I won't get one for a looooooong time.
But when I do, I am so getting two, and naming them:
Tybalt (pronounced tibalt). Not that it's an especially great name, or that he is the best character in Romeo & Juliet, (that would be Mercutio) or that he has any really great lines, because he doesn't. No, it's the fact that its Tybalt, said tibalt.
How do you spell that? T-Y-B-A-L-T. Tie-balt? NO. Tib-alt.
Here Tybalt.. good Tybalt.

And doggie number two: Ganesh.
In India, somewhere between Agra and Jaipur, at a rest stop with giftshop selling overpriced merchandise, I found a comic book. It was called The Adventures of Ganesh: That Wacky Little Trickster. How much I wish I had overpaid for it, you will never know. The consolation I found was that hey wait! That would be a great name for a dog! So, doggie #2 will answer to Ganesh, and that wacky little trickster.

Shutter Island was great! I highly recommend seeing it. Actually, I recommend seeing it twice! I saw it with my dad and one of my best friends, and through the varying tastes in movies, we all came out impressed, yet slightly puzzled. Hence the see it twice part! Hope your weekend is going good, and you have a good week! Wish us luck in our first game this year in Valencia!

Sonnet

2010-02-06T19:37:00.000-08:00

Sonnet for English Class

High above our heads dost thou swiftly rise.

Thou art a shimmer in the heavens blue,

But thy woe shows when tears rain from thy eyes.

We can’t fix thy problems, nor pay thy dues.

Far from grace did thee tumble to end here,

Stuck to spend this morrow edging the shade.

So thou climb’st up, and the light dost near.

The dark consumes all, but thou will not fade.

Thy foes pull thee down, but thou won’t concede,

Ne’r wilt thou follow them; bid them adieu.

Thou hast struggled, but won’t succumb to greed.

Thou journey’st hence, not so high as thee flew.

As night approaches, and dark surrounds thee,

Thy feet art grounded, but thy mind is free.

Notice the Shakespearian language ;D

~molly (:

movie star hair

2010-01-31T19:40:00.001-08:00

smiling face, train to jaisalmer

Originally uploaded by NiklasPlutte

Movie Star Hair

Picture! Picture! Can I take picture? The little girl asks me with round, chestnut eyes.
Picture? Sure, of what? I reply, bending down to the girl, who comes up only to around my belly button.
Of you! She exclaims excitedly.
Me?
Yes! You! Picture! Please?
Ok, I say wonderingly.
The little girl runs to her mother who is wearing a green punjabi suit, and tugs at her elbow, points at me, and hands her the camera. She runs back to me, towing her mother behind her. She smiles at me apologetically, and I smile back, no problem.
The little girl takes my hand in her tiny one and smiles big at the camera. I look at her and her toothy smile (the second grade, I just lost half my teeth kind) and can’t help but smile in return. The camera clicks, winds, clicks again, and we’re done.
The little girl bounds to her mother who hands her back the camera. Her mother tells her something, and the little girl scampers back over to me.
Thank you! She says, beaming.
You’re very welcome, I say. But why do you want my picture?
You have movie star hair!
I can’t help but laugh at that, and she laughs too. I’m not a movie star, I say to her.
But you have movie star hair, she says again.
Come back, calls her mother.
She smiles endearingly again, and skips back to the picnic blanket where the rest of her family sits.
When we leave the Mother India Temple, and pass their family again, the little girl waves at me, with the most radiant smile in the world.

~molly (:

to sum up a year, and a holiday

2010-01-03T20:54:00.000-08:00

This holiday season was... interesting.
Boats, I still do not like them. Nope. I almost threw up the first night, but then the rest of the trip was good fun! My dad didn't have a good time, but my parade was not rained on, because I barely saw him for the next 3 nights. I made some new friends, had a jolly good time, and had a Titanic-like moment on the front of the boat. I also rode up and down in the glass elevator with said friends at 2 in the morning, and ate a couple gallons worth of soft serve.
I also realized how many flippin stars there are. When you are out in the ocean at 3 a.m, you can really, really see all the stars. I had a very deep conversation with one of my newfound friends on the time it takes light to travel, and how we aren't seeing the present. It was beautiful beyond belief. It was endless.
It was also very cold. So cold in fact, that my Titanic-like moment was cut short, and back in side we went. There was kareoke, and I don't know whose DUMB idea it was to put the Titanic song on the list of songs to sing, but yep, it was there, and that stupid little child was singing it. Singing us to our doom.
But thankfully, we didn't sink, and Leonardo DiCaprio didn't freeze to death. So that was good.
I enjoyed Ensenada, mostly for the harborside park it had. It was quite lovely on Christmas day, to see all the families there with their kids playing with their new RC trucks. Good stuff.
Once back, I was herded off to my mom's, where I suffered for around 4 days. I lacked internet there, as well as on the boat... That was sufficiently depressing.
And back I came, to have a relatively uneventful New Year's Eve, and to ponder the past year/decade.

2009:
Not to sound cliche, but this is really a year I think I will never forget. It was a year of triumph and new experiences. I travelled to the other side of the world. I watched history go down as Barack Obama was sworn in. I made friends who I've become as close as can be with. I got in a few fights, I did great on state testing, I discovered music that I love, and I made money. I was introduced to my favorite movie, and discovered two T.V shows that I am now obsessed with. I cried a couple times, and lost a couple friends. I hurt when my Dodgers lost, and was euphoric when they won. I made the school team, and my teams won championships. I discovered my favorite songs, and tried out a few new talents. I even ate new foods. All in all, it was a good year. (:

~molly

Winter Break!!

2009-12-19T09:55:00.000-08:00

It's winter break!! WOOHOO! I was in much need of a break, and mine got sort of extended a week, since I was sick most of the last week of school. I swear, I've been sick more in the last three months than in the last three years! I'm still sick, with what I don't know (my friends are all set on me having bronchitis) but now I've got these two weeks to rest!!! MWHAHAHAHHAH.
Our family decided that for Christmas, they wanted to do a cruise. On a boat. joy... I have a slight aversion to watercraft, no matter what the size really. So this Christmas should be... interesting? Today, I must finish my Christmas shopping, and then REST.
Two weeks is a long time, and I think I'll get down to some writing in this period because I have barely written anything at all in the last like 3 months. Maybe I can post some of the creative pieces or something from my English journal. =D
Anyways, we have our Christmas tree, and according to tradition, we have named it. Last year it was Colonel Blimp, after the main character in one of my dad's favorite movies, The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp. I can't really remember what the year before was, but usually, they are after characters in movies or books or something like that. This year, our beautiful tree (really, it is quite lovely) is named Mel a.k.a D.S Amelia Silver, one of the characters from the AMAZING, SENSATIONAL, SPECTACULAR, WONDERFUL, EXTRAORDINARY series from BBC, Waking the Dead. I love that show and I have wasted over 30 hours of my life watching it. What can I say, it's an obsession...
We only added one new ornament to our tree this year, a surfing Santa from Hotel Del Coronado. None from India.
OH speaking of India, we are trying to figure out where to go with all the miles we earned from going to India. My vote goes to Spain, and then going to Morocco for a bit, to add two countries, and a continent. But, like the little caption on our Christmas card (made by me, AHEM) who knows where we'll end up?

~molly (:

time flies..

2009-12-08T17:20:00.000-08:00

I guess it's true to say that time flies. It doesn't seem at all like I've had this blog a whole year plus like a week!

Around this time last year, I think I was complaining about my English teacher, and the dumb assignments we had in her class. Well, this time around in December, I'm loving my English teacher/class/assignments! We've actually read some good books, I found an author I liked, and because of the assignments, I was forced to find a book of my own, and I am ending up to love it!!

I'm kinda reading a lot of books right now, but that's ok, because I'm almost done with one, another is really easy, and I am enjoying the other two quite a bit. The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is interesting, and I enjoy our in-class discussions/debates/tangents that we get on from one little question about the book. Mary Reilly is an easy read little companion to Jekyll and Hyde. On my own, I picked up The Reader at a little bookshop in Coronado (we had Thanksgiving at the Del Coronado), and am speeding right through it. About a Boy, though, by far, is my favorite. I find it poignant and funny, and sweet. And true. (also the movie is one of my favorites).

We just made cookies, 3 dozen chocolate chip cookies, and 3 dozen molasses cookies. We're sending two dozen of each to my friends dad who is stationed in Afghanistan. So I feel like I did my good deed this holiday season. I donated 2 dollars to livestrong, and a lot of pennies to Pennies for Peace.

Rat dissection on Thursday!!

~molly (:

Sick.....................

2009-11-22T16:39:00.000-08:00

Ick. I'm sick. Or rather, I was really sick, and now I'm slightly better.

I ate for the first time since Wednesday yesterday. Threw up 10 times Thursday. Almost threw up yesterday. Dry heaved around 6 times Friday. Almost passed out during softball yesterday.

I ran out of stuff to throw up. It was gross. Throwing up is such an awful physical sensation. You all of a sudden start sweating, and then you get awful woozy, and then the gagging, the ewwwwwwwww. Stopping. Dropped my uncle off to get on his cruise today. Everyone in the car was talking about throwing up. I know for a fact that none of them has thrown up in at least 10 years. I told them to shut up, I might puke on them if they don't. They did. I can barely stand. This sucks. I'm slowly being allowed to eat. key word slowly. Blah.

~molly

my favorite ghost

2009-11-11T20:05:00.000-08:00

His hands,

are your hands

If only in my mind

Their touch,

if I forget,

if I close my eyes,

if I pretend,

it could be yours.

Almost.

I’d not forgotten you,

and I don’t hate you,

as you seem to think.

In fact,

quite the opposite.

I miss you,

and I love you.

He’s not you.

But I was scared,

so I killed this bond,

before it could grow,

and hurt me.

Now you’re gone,

a murmur of

a rainy Saturday

in June.

You are gone.

You are not here.

You are not mine.

I don’t pretend you are.

I must forget this.

It was my choice.

But the problem is,

I can’t.

I can’t forget the ghost,

that lingers on during the

end of that song

or turn away from

once inviting curbs.

You are my demon,

my haunt that won’t leave me.

But please,

don’t leave me.

You are my favorite

ghost.

~molly c.

Dodging Raindrops

2009-10-18T18:26:00.001-07:00

smiling in the rain

Originally uploaded by lucy96734

Dodging Raindrops

I remember the first time I saw you

Standing in the grey, bleak day

Scrunching your face up every time

A drop of water hit you

Trying to dodge the drops

Trying to do the impossible

I remember that smile

That little curve of red

That stood out from the shades of grey

I remember smiling back

More of a grin really

Teeth showing

Lifting my head to the sky

Fingers spread out

I remember now

We all have raindrops to dodge

Impossibilities to do

We just need to remember

That a simple smile

Can get us through

i'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining (:

2009-10-13T18:48:00.000-07:00

We are a week slash two weeks into October. Can you believe it? (i know i can't)

We're right up on that time of year. That nerve wracking, nail biting, fist clenching

couple of weeks.
That's right.
MLB postseason.
AND THE DODGERS ARE IN THE NLCS!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOO!!!!!!
I'm going to the game Thursday. I went to the first game of the NLDS. Painted my face.
It was pretty awesome.
:D

School sucks. Or, most of it does... I get so ridiculously bored, except in English. I like that class. And the day seems to go on ffffffooooooorrrrrreeevvvvverrr.
Meh...
We are working on a compare and contrast essay in English, about different "cliques". you must interview random (or just people that aren't part of that clique) to get stereotypes of the clique. Then you gotta interview people from the clique. Then you gotta write an essay about it. This is due the 20th. I should probably get on that. As much as I hate when teachers give you only one or two nights to do an assignment, I do a better job than when I get two weeks to do it. Because I am a procrastinator . OH which reminds me I have to do that long term math assignment. FUN!
But other than that, school is good (ish)

I'm kinda sick right now, it's kinda raining, and my dad is kinda at a meeting, and i'm kinda bored, and kinda have nothing to do.
AN OPPORTUNITY TO WRITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

have a great week!
~molly (:

october

2009-10-02T20:52:00.001-07:00

spiraling (EXPLORED)
Originally uploaded by Serena Joyce
ah school, back in the swing of things.
sort of.
kind of.
not really.
:D
so far, all goes well this year at school. i've made some new friends [ :) ]
i've severed some ties that needed to be severed. i've made amends with some people who i missed. and i've kept on top of my school work.
let's keep it that way.
in this past week that i have been grounded, i have been denied internet, except for the purpose of school work. it is pathetic, and i mean PATHETIC how reliant i am on internet/facebook/ichat/cell phone. P A T H E T I C. For the past week i've felt so disconnected from my friends/the world, it's ridiculous. and to think i get internet back only for this weekend really....
hopefully, i can start posting english assignments on here, but they might just be boring boring essays...

root for the dodgers, and have a great weekend!!

~molly (:

ok I didn't plan on doing this but I will because I know I won't ever get around to a super detailed post about India.

2009-09-20T15:58:00.000-07:00

sorry for that long title. but it summarizes what i am about to do. which is try to compress India into a post. i am wishing myself luck. (BTW sorry that the pictures are bad quality-- i dragged them off my album on facebook :D)

Still in New Delhi, we went to Humayun's tomb. It was soooooooooooooooooooooo sooo sooo beautiful. The Taj Mahal was in part based off it's design. The first double dome (i think that's what it's called) in India. It's really beautiful place, sandstone, with a garden. Also, we went to the National Museum. and the Craft Museum, which I like more than the National Museum. A couple carpet shops (ergg) and of course, Professor Butt, who ensured that I will never forget that hand knotted carpets are in fact NOT the same as hand made. We went to the Gandhi Museum, on the location of his martyrdom. The stuff downstairs was really interesting, and the stuff upstairs was too. But th

e stuff upstairs was a little trippy. Like something from a sixties movie...but still interesting. It was odd to be in such a peaceful place in the middle of New Delhi.

Flash forward through the super nice domestic terminal in Delhi, to hopping off the plane in Varanasi, possibly my favorite place we went. It's a holy Hindu city, and also a holy Buddhist city I think. It's one of the worlds oldest living cities. It's considered a "small" city. Small being a population of about 4 million. :D It's a lot different than New Delhi, which is much more urban. Varanasi is located on the banks of the river Ganges. The monsoon this year was bad, so the river was kinda down, but not all the way. While we were there, there were a lot of pilgrims, dressed in saffron clothing, which has a special meaning, that escapes my mind. Might be sacrifice. They walk from their homes, and take water from the river, because it is holy. A lot of people are cremated in Varanasi, because of its h

oliness. There are two main crematoriums, and one electrical one. The two main ones have around 200 crem

ations a day. We took a little boat out on the Ganges, and made our way over to the crematorium. The people there don't mind if you watch, you just can't take pictures beyond a certain point. It was really...I'm not sure the word to use...interesting? I'm not sure. The atmosphere made it so that it was macabre or morbid at

all. Death there is treated a lot differently than it is here, so the dead bodies wrapped in their cloth didn't seem scary or bad. They seemed more peaceful. We took the boat back in, and watched the evening ceremonies, which are to honor Mother Ganges. Those were really cool. We were on the banks of the river, seeing the moon rise over the Ganges. It was really indescribable. We went out on the river again the next day, at around 4 in the morning, which was no biggie, since I was already up. We then went to temples, museums, and a couple historical locations.

Back to New Delhi. Into the car. Onto the road. Holding onto my seat. I was told on multiple occasions there, by multiple people, that there is a say

ing in India that goes "to drive in India, you need three things: brakes, a horn, and luck". SOOSOSOSOSOSO true. All the way to Agra, there were cars coming down the other side of the road, animals and people in the street, yadayadayada. I fell asleep, woke up in the middle of the night, looked up at the spedometer, and saw the number 100. I flipped out for about 10 minutes before I realized that it was 100 kilometers per hour. Not miles. Whatever- it felt like it.

We checked into out hotel in Agra around 9 hours after we left New Delhi. I deci

ded to order fried rice, and my dad ordered

paneer. I had had paneer in other restraunts and it was ok. This stuff my dad got, I might have puked a little in my mouth when I saw it. Too bad my dad has never mastered my technique of making it look like you loved the food you actually hated. It really works. He got a little sick. But not too bad. ANYWAYS. The next morning, we got up, and went to the Taj Mahal. WOAH.

So, everyone has seen pictures of the Taj Mahal, and heard of it's astounding beauty. Ok. The pictures, the descriptions, they don't come anywhere near the truth. I was literally left speechless by its beauty. Me, speechless, that is qui

te a task. It is such a beautiful building, with the gardens and reflecting pool. Only bad thing was the breeze (that OH SO AMAZING breeze) rippled the water in the reflecting pool, so you couldn't see the reflection. It's just amazing and wonderful and breathtaking and.... great. After that, we went to Agra fort, which had some seriously cool stuff. But my dad has a terrible fear of heights, and almost got a little sick in one

of the towers. But that's ok, I liked it. :D

Onto Jaipur, the pink city. The hotel there was super nice. Had a really big pool. :D

First, we went to the Amber Fort. My method of transportation: elephant! That was one awesome ride. I really liked it. But then, after, I felt bad for the elephant, because it was hot, they wanted to go sleep, and the elephant drivers or whatever they're called, kept hitting their heads with bars. But still, it's an experience I'm glad I had. In the Amber fort, there were some awesome rooms, especially the mirror room, where the walls had mirror on them. I liked that. City palace was also cool. We ate lunch next to th

e Maharaja. or he ate next to us, cuz' we were there first. That was cool. We also bought a bunch a pictures, which we got framed, and I might take pictures of the pictures and post them. Maybe. If I'm not too lazy. We went to another fort, possibly called Jagra (not sure-can't remember-don't feel like checking) fort, where there was a HUGE cannon, fired once, and a hella lot of monkeys. They were cuties (: At some point in this huge fort, I lost my dad. I spent about an hour walking around the fort, end to end, 3 times, in 100 degree heat + humidity, with no water because he had the bag, to look for him. I swear I almost hit him when I found him. We went to the monkey temple, which was SUPER DUPER cool. Because of the monkeys :D I got to feed monkeys!! They took the food out of my ha

nds!!!!!!!! We went to the Maharaja memorial, which was really cool, because it seemed kind of forgotten. It was really beautiful, but seemed a little abandoned. I liked it.

We hopped a propeller plane (EEK I HATE FLYING SO MUCH) to Udaipur.

Udaipur was by far the smallest city we went to. Not even a million people. Lazy little town.

We stayed at the Lake palace, which was the summer palace of the Maharana of Udaipur, now converted into a hotel. A really nice hotel. REALLY nice. My favorite pictures of that hotel aren't on my computer at all, so I can't post them, but it was really beautiful and peaceful and relaxing. It's in the middle of a lake, and you have to take a little boat to get out there. So cool.

We went to the Monsoon Palace, which is on top of a huge hill, and you have to take a really really windy road to get there. I have no fear of heights, but that drive was a little scary. Once you got to the top though, you got a great view. We also went to the city palace, which was the Maharana's winter home, and where the Mah

arana currently lives. That place was really cool, so great rooms with mirrors in the walls, stained glass, great views. So beautiful. By this time, the schalazium (it's a stye on the inside of your eye) in my eyes was really bad, so we had to go back to the hotel, where I moaned and groaned about it. It was really bad. Hurt. Still hasn't quite gone away ):

I was sad to leave Udaipur, and even sadder to leave India. But we had to, and took the long flight home from New Delhi to Chicago (we got delayed) and I watched Wolverine, 27 Dresses, and Star Trek. I watched Star Trek 3 times. We arrived in Chicago before customs opened, so we had to stay on the plane for half an hour, until 5 AM

. We rushed through that, and ate fast, and then, the flight back to LA got delayed 2 hours. Whoop-dee-doo. Back to LA, that flight seemed a lot longer than the 4 and a half hours it was. Got home. Went to sleep, after over 48 hours awake. Got up at odd hours, attempted to get back into the swing of things.

It was an amazing trip, and if given the chance, I would definitely go back.

Have a great Sunday, and a wonderful week :)

~ molly (:

OI

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SCHOOL STARTS ALL HP AND THEN I HAVE SOFTBALL FOR SCHOOL THEN SOFTBALL FOR MY TEAM THEN I DO HOMEWORK THEN I PRACTICE GUITAR THEN I SLEEP. MY LIFE.

New Delhi Part 1

2009-08-28T23:36:00.000-07:00

After around 24 hours of traveling, no sleep, and pretty bad airplane food (better than usual though...), my dad and I arrived in New Delhi, India. I was ready to collapse the moment I stood up. We exited the plane, and made our way through baggage claim, and found the man who was to take us to our hotel. To do this, you exit the building, and go outside. The first thing that hit me was the smell. It just smells different there. Not in a bad way, like even in clean places, the smell is just different. It's kind of a thick smell, a crowded one. The second thing that hit me was the heat. It was around 9 at night, and oh my god, it was around 90 degrees farenhight. Yipes. The last thing that hit me was the pollution. Coming from a pretty polluted city, I didn't think that the pollution would bother me, but right away, my eyes started watering. I mean, I got used to it, but it was just a constant thing.

We went to out hotel, and after showering (I hate the feeling of not being clean....eww) I basically passed out on my bed.

Waking up at around 4 or 5 in the morning the next day, we were out of the hotel to explore at around 9. Mistake. Nothing is open til like 11, and we went walking without water. I hardly ever sweat, like I can play a 2 and a half hour softball game at catcher in 100+ heat, and barely break a sweat, but within 10 minutes, I was dying. Also, exhausted still from travel. Back to our hotel we went, and back to bed I crawled.

The next day in New Delhi, we had a guide and a car. We headed off to Lal Kila, the Red Fort. This place was immense. The walls towered above you, and once inside, gardens spread out in front of you. I could just imagine what the Red Fort had been in its day, even grander than now. I wish I could tell you more of the history that the guide explained to us, but I just can't remember. I really, really wish I could, but I can't.

We left the Red Fort, and headed to Jami Masjid, the largest mosque in India. To get there, we walked through the market, Chandni Chowk. It was fascinating. I don't know if you have seen the Harry Potter movies, but it looked kind of like Diagon Alley. The picture I put with this post is from there. The movement, the life, it was just so full of it. Once we got to the mosque, it was quite different. It was quiet, peaceful. As I don't wear a burka, I had to borrow one from the mosque, as did most/all western women. It didn't have the head covering part, and the only reasons I detested wearing it, were that it was my three least favorite things in clothing : 1. Pink. 2. A dress. 3. Flowery. Aiaiaiaiai. A nightmare come to life. ANYWAYS. Jami Masjid is the largest mosque in India. I can't remember the number of people that can pray there, but it is over 30,000 I think. It is a really beautiful building. I would post more pictures with this, but I just got a new computer (YAY) and I am not uploading all of my 2,000 some pictures from India onto it. But it was beautiful, set in Old Delhi.

I'm not one to write long posts, so I will end New Delhi here, and do a part II soon!

Have a cheery weekend!!

~molly

erg

2009-08-27T11:06:00.000-07:00

i really really really really really really really really really really want to have time to actually write. LIKE REALLY. really. but i don't . ):

SOON!

~molly

sorry...

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that i haven't posted about india yet...
i will. i promise (:

~molly

welcome home

2009-08-12T12:21:00.001-07:00

LAX
Originally uploaded by Menetnashté

i am home.
home. sweet. home.
i really didn't want to leave india
but as soon as i got on that plane in
new delhi, all i wanted was to be home.
i'm pretty sure you know the feeling.

well anyways,
i have been up almost two days
i am extremely exhausted
and want to sleep.
i have a lot lot lot lot lot to write about
which i will do in the near future
if i am not being dragged off to
the beach
lil' wayne (gag) concerts
the ventura county fair
movies
etc
by my certifiably insane companions
whom i call friends.

pictures to post too!

~molly (:

PS.
ohh i did have internet in india.
i just didn't feel like posting really
too much stuff to process through my
jet lag addled mind.
so for now, rest.
then, i complete my india journal
and then
i post!!!

Not much...

2009-07-25T12:49:00.000-07:00

Not much new here...

Fun all-nighter at my friend's house the other night, with 2 of my friends, and her brother and his friend. Jack-in-the-box at 1:30. Starbucks as soon as it opens; doesn't get much better than that (:

At the moment, I am packing for India. We leave Monday.

Later, I am going to a triple feature of Indiana Jones with my daddy at the Aero theatre. That'll be fun. I hope I can post from India. If not, I am pretty sure I'll have a lot to say when I get back!

Have a wonderful weekend!

~molly

Harry Potter

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Not exactly true to the book, but still, it was good.

See it.

~molly

you know i love you so (:

2009-07-10T21:49:00.000-07:00

My favorite song. I love it. It has been stuck in my head all day. It didn't bother me one bit.

Look at the stars

Look how they shine for you

And everything you do

Have a wonderful weekend.

(the lyrics in the video are wrong o: )

~molly

Exhausted....

2009-07-09T19:09:00.001-07:00

ah. I am SO TIRED. SO SO SO SO SO TIRED. LIKE DEAD TIRED. I am ready to collapse. ARG. Why?

This week, I did UCLA Softball Camp. It was, in a word, awesome, but I am so exhausted. This is ridiculous. It was so fun. I improved a lot. My team was 'The Thrillaz' (MJ R.I.P) we were good. Coached by Peanut, and Dana. We rocked hard. But seriously, this camp was bomb. Jelly Sleber, Nikki Williams, Lisa Fernandez. WOOT. Then Reese Witherspoon dropped by. People freaked. I was like big deal...

But it was an amazing camp, lots of memories, not much sleep. We got yelled at for trying to have a party, I hit a triple off the wall at Easton Stadium, and our skit was great. My friend that I went with, her skit was pretty funny. Or at least she was. Also, at the end of the skits, Puppy told a bunch of coaches to go do the stanky legg (at our team's request). The coaches and a couple of players went up and did it. It made my day.

I got sunburned, I have blisters on my feet, and bags under my eyes, but it was great. Hope everyone had a great Fourth of July.

~molly

Ruins.

2009-07-01T19:38:00.001-07:00

Family Decay
Originally uploaded by tangent

From a prompt on Pictures, Poetry & Prose. "Decay"
ehh. Posting it hear cuz it's the only creative thing I have done this week. It's ok... Not great thoughh

You left us.
That's it.
I'm not coming back you say.
Not even a backward glance
at the faces of the children you fathered.
No.
None at all.

You left us here to decay.
Slowly it happened.
Slowly.
Slowly we fell apart.
Came undone.
Rusty in the ways of love
Scared to hold close
To something
For fear it too would leave us.
Leave us here broken.

The decay wasn't right away.
At first, all was fine.
Except for the the long nights
Full of hidden tears.
But soon.
But soon we slipped into
Our own little pathways.
We stood separated
A family no more.

Now.
Now we are decayed.
We are rusted.
Unable to love.
For the love that was ripped away.
Leaving us.
Leaving us here, scarred in ways
You will NEVER know.

We are a ruin.
We are the decay of a fairytale.
A fairytale once.
A long, long time
ago.

Kickin' it Summer 'o9

2009-06-30T22:21:00.000-07:00

So it's summer. A lazy time, for lazy people. Like me! (:
I haven't been very creative in the writing sense. I did make some candles though. Well, not the wax part, but I decorated the sides.
I saw Transformers, sadly, not at the midnight showing as I had hoped, but a couple of days later. And then again last night with a bunch of friends. One of whom is moving to Australia, meaning I won't see her for at least 2 years. But we had fun.
Tomorrow, I plan to see a movie with some friends. What movie, we can't be quite sure. But as of now, I am thinking we are seeing the Hangover, the Proposal, Year One, or something else (:
Currently I am kickin' at my house with a friend. We are watching X-men, and eating oreos with ice cream. Aahh. The joys of summer....

~molly

p.s. I took/edited the picture. Those are my feet (:

OMG GUESS WHAT!

2009-06-20T17:35:00.001-07:00

Sense of Summer
Originally uploaded by RainAtDawn

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This week...

2009-06-09T17:24:00.000-07:00

So I will try to be creative and write something later this week but for now, I will just give a rundown on life. I guess. Or whatever topic I roll into.

I just finished the book The Mercy of Thin Air by Ronlyn Domingue. It was actually pretty good. Not my favorite book ever, but I've read worse. I think I am going to read Pride & Prejudice next. From what most of the world says, it's a pretty good book.

School gets out the 19th, and I couldn't be more excited. Honestly I couldn't. Beach day is next Monday, and that'll be fun. Since it's the end of the year, everyone is trying work out their differences, and become friends again for that potentially amazing summer. I get a new computer at the end of the summer. Which is good. Like really really good.

Haha.

No homework for the rest of the year!! I am sooooo happy.

like really really really really really really happy. The other weekend, I got really bored and watched the entire Lord of the Rings Extended Edition. ALL OF THEM. But I skipped the Frodo/Sam/Gollum scenes in the second and third except for the ending part of Return of the King. I have a life. Just not on days when I get home from playing softball.

OH! And last night, I hit a homerun at practice. It was pretty beastly.

Other than that, I really don't know what to say right now, so I will just stop there. Have a nice night!

~molly

Amazing...

2009-06-08T19:50:00.001-07:00

Twisted
Originally uploaded by Beyond Neon

...day.
Today was beyond amazing. Six Flags was so fun it was ridiculous.
I am by no means a roller coaster fan, yet I had an amazing time.
The only real coaster I went on was Scream, and oh yes, I screamed. A lot. I opened my eyes twice, and proceeded to shut them tight in under a second.
But I hung out with my best friend and two other good friends, and had a great time. We went on the log ride. 7 times. In a row. It was pretty beastly. We got soaked. No joke. We were sopping. I pretty much died on the ride back, because some stupid idiots opened the windows on the bus, and wouldn't put them up. And freeway air and soaking wet me don't mix. When we were back at school, we proceeded to Vons and got hot soup. It was a nice day.

(:

~molly

Pictures of You (pictures of Me)

2009-05-21T16:50:00.001-07:00

Originally uploaded by Daiabolic

It was the best day of her life.
It had to be. Nothing was better than this.
It couldn't be.
She could taste the happiness in her mouth.
The colors of the day.
The cool blues, and passionate reds.
The sweet greens, and the energetic yellows.

The soft scents
The strong ones

Nothing could feel better than wading through
the cold waves.
A smile on her face
As he stood on the shore
camera in hand,
and captured this rare moment
of totally and complete happiness.

Oopsies!

2009-05-21T16:12:00.001-07:00

5/365
Originally uploaded by PhilipGrey

Oops...
Last week or the week before, I can't remember,
I said I had some new stuff to post.
And here we are.
With no new stuff to post.
The dumb blonde in me came out for a little afternoon stroll when
I was at the house of my mother.
I had just typed some new story and poem up on her computer in my account.
And then posted here.
And then I came home.
And then I remembered that the writing was on her computer.
And then I smacked my head on the desk.

So I am going to come up with some creativity real soon, hopefully today.

~molly

Better

2009-05-15T18:07:00.001-07:00

Free
Originally uploaded by requiems

My week this week was much better than the last one.
I actually have some writing to put up
but I am going to do that later (:

~molly

what.ever.

2009-05-02T17:13:00.001-07:00

Brooklyn Calling
Originally uploaded by fish_bear

I really like this photo...
I wish I could say the same for my week.
The only good thing about this week is that I made $58.

I am on the edge.
Honestly, one more thing, and the person nearest me
is gonna be running for cover.

So maybe it'll all be better tomorrow
But for today
This is the best I've got.

~molly

So...

2009-04-20T21:04:00.001-07:00

First Look at the Taj Mahal
Originally uploaded by ~faiz

Guess where I'm going?
INDIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOOHOO!!!!!!!!
I can't believe my dad actually listened to me..... haha
I am so excited and can't wait for this summer!
Our flight is booked but we don't really have any other info yet, so I don't have that much to say about that....
OTHERWISE....

I reread The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Loved it again. Read Way of the Peaceful Warrior. It was OK. I wrote my extra credit essays, and thought about posting them, but they were rather mediocre. I don't know...
The second week of break was interesting. I had to go with my mom, and we went to Yosemite. I was unprepared. I was rather cold. I got into a terrible argument with my mom, and finally let years of repressed anger fly. Well, almost all of it. We might have gone off the edge of a cliff if I had... ANYWAYS... I saw a bear. Two actually. That was cool.

I did home plate umpiring two weekends in a row, which is cool cuz I got a $2 pay raise. WOOT. My softball team won our game on Sunday, though I could have played better... My dad told me that the coaches said at the board meeting that I had the best work ethic on the team and was one of the best players! That made my day!

The first day back to school was ick. It was 95 degrees, and no AC in classes. Luckily we are swimming, so no outdoors sports to make us all sweaty. But the indoors classes sure did.

Oh yeah, and I also went to the Dodgers home opener. Our yearly tradition. My dad and I joke that it's our one religious holiday in the year. And if they make the post season...

Lately I've been on a super peppy movie streak, and the most recent ones I've seen are: Flags of Our Fathers, Letters from Iwo Jima (Letters was better IMO) and lastly, the one I just finished watching, Downfall. Feel good movies of the year...MOST DEFINITELY. (not)

It's really hot, and my room is the hottest room in the house, so I've decided to sleep on the couch tonight. I'll have fun with that...

Wishing you a wonderful Monday night and an even better Tuesday!

~molly :P

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

2009-04-07T20:53:00.001-07:00

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
Originally uploaded by molly cullen <3

Ahhhhhhhhh.

Spring break. What a wonderful time of year. The weather is perfect, and all is right with the world.
Yesterday, I went to the beach with my best friend more like sister, and we played beach volleyball. Then it got 2 hot so we laid down on the beach and sort of went in the water. A phone call was received from my best friend more like sister's sort of boyfriend from Boston, and I took the opportunity to rub it in his face the fact that while we were lounging about on the beach in swimsuits in 80 degree weather, he was sitting on a bus in the rain coming home from his absurdly rich private school. And the fact that we have Manny. ;]
I was supposed to go to my friends show in Hollywood. But mi papa said no, too short notice and he didn't want me out at 2 in the morning in Hollywood. Oh well... he'll have more shows...
I think I shall take a bike ride to Venice tomorrow and meet some people there. Maybe get a Henna.
I will talk more about Henna some other time, and what it makes me think of and why that makes me sooo excited.
I must get back to supporting my boys playing is San Diego. They better beat the Padres. They must. I hope they win on Monday...
I love Russell and Manny!!!!!
haha
and btw the picture is photo credit to my best friend more like sister of me, edited by me!!
have a wonderful day!

~molly<3

No writing just blah blah blah

2009-04-02T17:43:00.000-07:00

A lot of people are failing my science class, and my science teacher proposed that over break, if you would like to get an A on the notebook check that's worth a billion points, we could read and write an essay about The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky, and/or Way of the Peaceful Warrior by Dan Millman. The essays have to be about the book, some sort of response, but no specific rubric is used. I have already read The Perks of Being a Wallflower, and enjoyed it quite a bit. I am going to read the other one, and write about both. I am just not sure what to write about, because in English, we always have to write about like theme, character, blah blah blah. So when given this little tiny bit of choice, I become stuck. Oh well... I will think on it...

Any ways...

Today, some people came and did wrestling in P.E. and two students got to go as an example, and two of my best friends went up. It was quite humorous and made my day (; lol

In my history class, my teacher was telling everyone to put an X on North Africa, and comes over to our table to make sure we are doing our work, because let's face it, my table is not the best behaved table in that class, and looks over one of my partner's shoulders (the one that got suspended for dealing) and points at his paper, and says, "That's Brazil *****" ahahahhahah. Ok, you might have had to be there...

I am being kicked off the computer by an angry father, who just might break this laptop over my head if I don't close this in 10 seconds, so have a nice night!

~molly

The Innocent Can Never Last

2009-03-30T20:44:00.001-07:00

standing in the light of your halo
Originally uploaded by HardCandii[CB]

***fiction with bits of reality***

I remember when Mommy and Daddy fought. I hid in the bathroom until they were done, and Mommy left, and Daddy was sitting on the stairs, head in hands, crying. I remember that's when Chris started going out with his friends, leaving me in the unloving house. I remember when Mommy came home, but left again, for good. I remember Daddy going to court. They gave Daddy full custody of us. I remember Chris saying that nobody had custody of him. I remember Mommy preaching to me. I remember crying to Daddy about it. I remember Daddy telling me to try to understand. Try to understand what she'd been through, how she'd sunk to the lowest of lows. I remember telling him I didn't care, that she should get lost and that everything was her fault. I remember waiting on the corner for Chris to pick me up. I remember him not coming, but I remember you waiting with me until 2 in the morning. I remember you yelling at him for showing up then, drunk and stoned. I remember him yelling at you for getting involved. I remember letting him. I remember the week Daddy went on a business trip. I remember that it rained and rained. I remember leaving the house full of stoners and drunks in the rain. I remember lying on the grass in the park. I remember falling asleep in the rain. I remember the way your hands gently brushed my face to wake me up and take me to your house. I remember the sweet scent in your room, and the smooth cotton on the bed. I remember how Chris didn't even notice. I remember when Daddy came home. I remember standing on the street, the wet street, waiting for him to take me home.

=====================================================

~molly<3

I've Been Called A Sinner.

2009-03-26T16:22:00.001-07:00

I've Been Called A Sinner.
Originally uploaded by toriginal

From the prompt on the blog Mama's Losin it
I don't believe in prayer because...

I don't believe in prayer, because I don't believe in a god. I believe in people, and that we can choose our own paths, and don't need a religion to guide us. I have nothing against people that are religious at all. In fact, I welcome that, because I love hearing other opinions, as long as they are not being preached at me. I have friends that are Muslim, Mormon, Baptist, Atheist, Jewish, Christian, Satanist, whatever. It's their lives, and they can choose to believe what they want to. It's not my problem. I don't pray. I hope and wish to the world.

~molly<3

The not-so-stolen kiss

2009-03-19T16:46:00.001-07:00

Originally uploaded by la_sendi

Poem for English. It's ehh. Title?

I couldn't resist
Stealing a kiss
But then again,
It wasn't really stolen

Now I cannot deny
That I get lost in your eyes
But then again,
You guide me back home

So no way, no how
Is there anything better than now
But then again,
They say that love grows stronger

Not the greatest

2009-03-14T18:00:00.001-07:00

Cherry Blossom Girl
Originally uploaded by Chrissie White

The world is odd, and I am mad, because my partner for a history project got arrested at school yesterday for dealing acid. Now I have to do the whole project by myself. I'm ready to blow, because my English teacher has wiped all the creativeness out of my system with this 1930s essay, and then she made my science teacher cry, and my math teacher is getting laid off. The drug bust at school yesterday was completely unexpected, because lately, they've been letting the pot heads slide, and were focusing on "cyberbullying". The school district, in partnership with the police, were watching the Santa Monica students activity and searching profiles for "cyberbullying" on Facebook. But there was a drug bust, and at least 5 people were arrested, and more were suspended/expelled. I'm in a bad mood. What sort of idiot would deal at school? On campus? My history partner, that's who.
On a lighter note, we kicked butt in our softball game today.
I might be able to kick the creativeness back into gear. I'll try.

~molly<3

oopsie daisies- did it again

2009-03-12T16:43:00.000-07:00

bad habit #1: Procrastination

so much work.

so little time.

way too much work.

we got our science teacher to complain to our english teacher about the work load

because the woman wouldn't listen to us

and she made our science teacher

cry.

tears.

too much?

i think...

i have to write an essay in 30 minutes tonight.

and it has to be a good essay

and i am, to be frank,

screwed.

oh well

i can just fail......

~molly<3

How scientifical

2009-02-26T19:52:00.000-08:00

As a fun assignment, our teacher let us make up our own elements, about us: what we "bond" with, what we are "reactive" with, and our uses. Here is mine. ( try it! atomic number is birth month plus day: Feb 4 = 6 atomic weight is your birthday plus you favorite number: Feb 4, and 7 so 24.07)

Blondeium

24.07

This element bonds well with dark chocolate, softball, candles, music, particularly that of a guitar, soccer players, laughter and sleeping. Blondeium is highly reactive with losing, getting up early, the Jonas Brothers, mean softball coaches that are obsessed with running, cooking, and being tickled. This element is discovered 98% of the time buried deep beneath the covers of a comfortable bed, or working hard on a softball field. Blondieum's uses are many, but its most common uses are helping small children play the game of softball, butchering the ancient art of making Mac & Cheese, and the comforting of friends that are in need

TRY IT; IT'S FUN!!!

ps.

i'm such a nerd. but hopefully this will bring my science grade up. on my last test i got a 22/40. yipes.

~molly<3

the math of love

2009-02-16T11:04:00.000-08:00

Ok, so in math, the whole school had to make "Acute Valentines" Get it? Like acute angels? Haha.

You had to write a valentine to anyone and use math terms in a logical and creative way.

Here is mine!!!!!!!!!!

Dear Love,

Whoever said "Opposites attract", obviously had not observed this equation that is you and me. If I am x and you are y, the x plus y equals us. Our friends call this love irrational and think that it will reach its closure soon, but don't worry, my love for you is a hundred percent. From the first time I caught you trying to evaluate the expression on my face, I could tell that our love would grow to be exponential. Your face and smile are only two factors of the infinite number of things that I love about you. The probability of you and I, I would say, is very, very high.

Love,

Your Not So Secret Admirer <3

valentine's day

2009-02-14T13:47:00.001-08:00

Ensimismada
Originally uploaded by tonymadrid

I haven't written much in the last week, especially since my dad took my computer and grounded me. I really couldn't think of anything to write about, so I am just gonna write.

Where's your Valentine? you ask. I don't know, I say. Except I know exactly where he is. And that is not here. He is miles and miles away. And I know I sound pathetic for saying that. But whatever. I really hate Valentine's Day. Is that ironic, for someone to hate a holiday about love? I don't know. And the funny thing is, that this year, I shouldn't hate it this year, because my Valentine has a Valentine, and that Valentine is me. So really I am being ungrateful, hating this holiday and all, because at least I have a Valentine. Ok. Now I'm rambling, which is never good.
I think later I will post my math Valentine, because I have to go. The worst part about being grounded, I think, is that my dad makes me clean my room.... oh well.......

~molly<3

anger

2009-02-03T16:29:00.001-08:00

broken glass
Originally uploaded by cdw9

Well, I wrote something finally. Not exactly what I usually write, but I've been told to write about my emotions. So whoop-dee-dee. I wrote about my emotions.

***
You know that feeling, right? The one where you honestly couldn't care less if you chuck a priceless Ming Dynasty vase at the wall? The one where calling a person every swearword ever used and a thousand unused ones isn't enough? The one where you could punch through a thick wooden door? The one where you wouldn't feel bad about ripping your oldest teddy bear's leg off?
Come on, you have to know this feeling.
ANGER, for those who are a bit on the slow side. Fury. Rage. Outrage. Pissed the hell off.
And you know the funny part about it is, anger is more often than not induced by those you care the most about.

***
I am going to write a small follow up on this about honesty (the pros and cons)
The day before my birthday is a wonderful day to get in a fight.....

~molly<3

There's No Escaping It

2009-01-29T21:11:00.001-08:00

There's No Escaping It
Originally uploaded by stephaniedan

OH MY EFFING GOD.

Honestly, I am swamped. I am not helping myself by doing this, but if I continued to work on school related BS i think I would crack a plate over my head.
SOO MUCH WORK. Ugh. I think I might've posted about this before, but it never hurts to reinforce. DO NOT PROCRASTINATE. JUST DON'T DO IT.
argh.
Semester grades come out soon.
I already know I have a B+ in English. I might as well not go home...

Overwhelmed

~molly<3

Good Luck!

2009-01-20T18:25:00.001-08:00

Barack Obama
Originally uploaded by baonguyen

I think that today, no matter what your race, religion, nationality, political party, you can realize that something tremendous has occurred. Barack Hussein Obama was sworn in as President of the United States of America. In my opinion, (and I believe my opinion to be right) Obama is an amazing man. His words are so strong and powerful, they brought a friend of mine, a teenage boy, to tears.
"And so, to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and we are ready to lead once more."
In my community, almost everyone is a democrat, and most everyone is a liberal. Most of us have been utterly ashamed of our country these last few years. Today, I was, for the first time in a long time, proud to call myself American.

The road ahead will be difficult, but I am sure that, yes, he can do it. My best wishes to Barack, Michelle, Sasha, and Malia Obama.

~molly<3

October Carnival

2009-01-15T21:04:00.001-08:00

Another Dizzy Carnival Ride
Originally uploaded by Bluesmile:)

Response to Laura Jayne's blog

Prompt "Carnival"

Fairly pleased with it. First non-poetry writing I've done in a while

October Carnival

"FASTER FASTER FASTER!" screamed Dylan.
"THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!" yelled Aidan.
"SHUT UP!" shouted Molly

TORNADO shot up into the dark October sky, and the rainbow colored compartments spun out to the sides. The speed increased, satisfying Dylan's demands. The wind blew past them so hard, that Aidan's azure eyes began to water, and Molly's blonde hair fanned out behind them.

"WEEEEEE!" screamed Molly, grabbing the two boy's hands, and reaching for the sky. Dylan released the popcorn bag he had been tightly clutching in his right hand, and it was whipped out of sight, down to the lingering kids below.

TORNADO turned, and the three teenagers slid to the left. Laughing, Molly fell on to Dylan, as Aidan fell on her. They swung back up, and suddenly, Dylan was falling on Molly, while she was falling on Aidan. As the colors whipped by, Aidan pointed with his free hand, to a bunch of seventh-grade girls who were giggling at the half-full bag of popcorn that had landed on a good-looking eighth-grader's head.

Soon, they were gone from sight. The ride began to slow, and Molly, Dylan, and Aidan stumbled off, the two boys laughing as she skipped around the basketball courts, tripping over her own feet. The two boys ran after her as she bounded up the steps of a jumbo slide, and went tumbling right behind her as she went down it. All three of them landed in a tangled heap at the bottom, shaking with laughter. As they got up, Molly planted a kiss on each cheek, and pulled them after her as she ran to picnic tables set up by the food stands. The trio collapsed onto the benches, and Aidan grabbed a new bag of popcorn off the tray of a passing couple. Dylan and Molly were giggling as they dug into the warm and buttery goodness.

"Let's go," suggested Dylan, after every last piece of popcorn had been consumed.
They moved over to the field at the edge of the basketball courts, and sank down onto the grass, looking up at the black sky, light by neon lights, breathing in the smells of popcorn and an October Carnival.

Elegy to Our Friendship

2009-01-12T18:57:00.001-08:00

--- Beacause I am... Forgive me ---
Originally uploaded by ¸.•*J A B E Z¸.•*

The day seems so much longer
Without you by my side
Harder to take every blow
Every stab that wounds my pride

You were there to dry my tears
Face the things that I could not
Your smile chased the pain away
The way you went was so abrupt

So the day will be longer
A little bit less fun
But life is full of ones that go
And there are plenty still to come

Finally, my English teacher passed those poems back. FINALLY
There is another poem I might post, and I saw a picture on flickr that I thought was interesting and maybe, just maybe, my inspiration might be on the way back. ;)

~molly<3

HOPE

2009-01-09T21:05:00.000-08:00

almost there[:
beautiful song. his speeches are so beautiful.
"in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false, about hope"
he is a wonderful orator.
just remembered this video today,and have been looking for it to download.

have a wonderful weekend (i won't as i am still uninspired AND i have to go to my mothers)
almost there (:

~molly<3

(un)inspired

2009-01-04T13:23:00.000-08:00

really, I want to write. really badly. I am just so ridiculously uninspired. it's never been this difficult. i am attributing this to the fact that i dislike writing poetry on the computer. narratives, essays, fine. i just really dislike writing poetry on the computer. and writing it out by hand is turning out to be difficult, as I am right-handed, and my right hand is in a cast, thumb included. it just makes writing a pain. but the cast is to be off soon (hopefully).

it could be that i just don't feel very productive. i got a load of new books for Christmas, but have decided to re-read the Harry Potter series. I read book six, then seven, then one, two, and i am currently on three. i started this 3 days ago.

but my dad and i finished that Beatles puzzle, so that's something. and i did hang out with my friends at the promenade in the cold for 5 hours. but it was fun. oh, and i was forced to clean my room. that took up a couple days of break. and i couldn't sleep last night, so i cleaned out the desk in my room. still not going to use it though....

school starts again tomorrow. i really don't want to wake up at seven. that'll be the earliest i've gotten up in in 2 weeks. the last week i've been sleeping past noon.

agh

~molly<3

Happy 2009

2009-01-01T21:13:00.001-08:00

Hugging the Earth
Originally uploaded by Curly-Q

I love this picture. Don't you?
You know, like the future of the planet. Hope. Change. The youth. Us.

2009 should be a big year. It seemed like something more should have been felt when the second came that no longer was it 2008. But no. Just like any other New Year's, HAPPY NEW YEAR! was shouted, and then everyone wound down. I don't know. Just seemed like it should have been more, because 2009 looks to be a year a great change.
Oh well.

I have resolved to not make to many resolutions.
1. Write more
2. Study more
3. Don't run backwards

There we go.
I spent New Years Day watching the replay of the rose parade, thinking 'these things are so cool, but i am soooo glad my dad insisted i be here instead of with my mom, because she would have dragged me to this.' and watching the rose bowl.
And rereading Harry Potter and the Half- Blood Prince at the same time. Football isn't one of my biggest interests.
Feeling crappy again.
At least I didn't spend this New Year's Day in the ER.

Anyways, I wish you a wonderful 2009.

~molly<3

recap of christmas and after.

2008-12-27T20:41:00.000-08:00

well I hope everyone had a merry christmas

i did

my aunt in arizona has a dog

this dog is very cute, sweet, and fun.

she is also insane.

but i love her. (:

haha

i got a camera

and a new ipod

woot

and some new books.

and the day after christmas, get this- it SNOWED!

yes, snow.

my dad woke me up

and i ran outside in my pajamas and uggs

and took many pictures in the snow.

haha. i am not accustomed to snow, as i am from los angeles.

where there is no snow ):

but now i am home and still feel sick.

i am continuing to watch the HBO series John Adams. my dad got it for christmas.

it is very good.

~molly<3

yesterday

2008-12-20T08:43:00.000-08:00

well finally, break has been reached.

woot

my friend's move to hawaii got postponed, but yesterday was still the last day i would see him.

so when we had to leave, a bunch of my friends and i chipped in

and bought him a tight new hat

and then gave him big hugs.

i'm gonna miss him...

but today i'm gonna hang with my friend who i haven't seen for ever

we will go right back to creating chaos.

then i have to go to my mom's....

what ridiculous fun......

so i probably won't even be on the freaking computer, let alone the internet....

ahh well....

so in case i don't get to post,

have some happy holidays!

~molly<3

one day!

2008-12-18T22:32:00.000-08:00

hope. maybe, when we get back from break, english will be survivable.

because....it's WRITER'S WORKSHOP!

which means...i don't have to hear my teachers god-awful voice.

yes!

but for now i have one more day to survive.

then.

winter. break.

but since i accidentally got the person who sits next to me in history moved, that class will suck.

and we might have to dress for PE tomorrow. it's freeeeeeezing.

and my partner in crime in math class won't be there. lucky. he gets to ditch the last day...

meep

but

asdklajdg

almost break!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

almost holidays!

2008-12-17T21:28:00.000-08:00

if all the people i knew celebrated christmas, i would sooo use this as the christmas card.

but they don't.

my christmas card is a picture of me playing softball, just thrown the ball, and you can see it mid spin.

The text says: Hope you catch the holiday spirit, because it is coming... FAST!

mwahha

almost break

then i will get down to some writing

~molly<3

just realized...

2008-12-16T21:43:00.000-08:00

that i should check my email more often...

i had like a bazzzillion emails

that i should have replied to like a week ago

and now it would be pointless

and

i found that i had an email from Dan Felstead

congratulating me on winning the daily writing prompt on December 7th at Pictures, Poetry & Prose

i was like woah!

and mucho mucho thanks to Dan b/c i wouldn't have figured it out for probably like a month.

haha

~molly<3

it would...

2008-12-15T17:06:00.000-08:00

it would rain today

of course.

it had to pour

buckets

and buckets of rain

and then, in the grapevine,

it snowed.

there went magic mountain.

so we are going in january.

everyone was at school early.

we should've just left.

the gate was open

cuz it was like 7:45

and we could've just walked out

and to the promenade.

we all had money.

our whole grade just should've ditched

but noooooo

everyone was to scared to get caught.

mehh

so we sat through a boring-ass movie day.

but i got to wear aidan's cool hat

for the last 2 periods

whateverrr

my fingers a frozen.

ehh

~molly<3

Glory

2008-12-14T22:06:00.000-08:00

Glory

I live for the moments

When your face isn't wide enough

To contain your grin

The moments when all boundaries fade

Where anything is possible

I live for the moments

Where no one cares about your past

All they care about is what you're doing now

I live for the moments

When tears, and laughter go hand in hand

When toes and fingers can't stop wiggling

I live for the moments

When time stops

And for a fraction of a second

You are everyone's hero

well not great day but better than yesterday

2008-12-11T19:41:00.000-08:00

well the poetry exam was easy.

we had to write 2 poems for the 5th part.

i like both of mine, and was going to post them here

but then i realized that since you turn tests in, i don't have it

and since i didn't memorize it, i can't post it.

but i do remember the titles:

Elegy to Our Friendship

(i remember the word pride was used.)

Ruins

(its a weird poem, not exactly a poem though....)

if/when we get them back i will post them.

got an 80 on my spanish test though...

bahah and someone told me something

about a certain someone

who talks about a certain person

a lot

and i thought that that certain someone

had forgotten that certain person

hehe

~molly<3

not a great day....

2008-12-10T18:36:00.000-08:00

not a particularly wonderful day....

woke up. gave myself a heart attack, because i thought i was late for school by an hour.

i wasn't. but then i couldn't go back to sleep.

dropped a huge, and very full bottle of shampoo on my foot.

it was bleeding and is bruised.

i was tardy to class.

my teacher called me out on disrespecting the pledge by talking. i was not.

i found out i have a zero on journals in my English class.

i got a locker door slammed on my hand. my broken hand.

thanks to my genius idea of stapling my binder back together, i got a huge cut on my other hand

and it was bleeding nonstop for 2 hours.

i got a 73 on my wizard of oz essay in spanish.

i got damned to hell by a religious fanatic.

my dad is in a bad mood for no reason at all and i suffer because of this.

one of my friends got hit by a car and was taken away in an ambulance.

another one of my friends mom can't get a job here and they are moving.

to hawaii. next week.

finished The Boy in the Striped Pajamas. i wanted to cry.

i have a poetry test in english tomorrow.

but i did get 32/28 on my science test.

oh well.

the sun will come out tomorrow....

~molly<3

eek

2008-12-10T09:25:00.000-08:00

so i don't have that many fears.

but roller coasters happen to be one of them....

so of course, our grade happens to be going on a field trip to..

MAGIC MOUNTAIN

whoopee

so if i refuse to go on the roller coasters

i will be standing around bored all day

and if i go on i will be having a panic attack

this is kind of a lose-lose situation....

gahhhhhh

~molly<3

shine on shine on

2008-12-09T21:07:00.001-08:00

shine on shine on
Originally uploaded by molly cullen <3

(the photo says "don't hide your light let it shine" taken outside of a church in Santa Monica on halloween)

shine on shine on
through the night
shine on
just be my light
shine on shine on
let it show
let the rays
those hopeful slivers
of light
shine on
shine on through the night

Nevermore

2008-12-08T20:02:00.001-08:00

Nevermore
Originally uploaded by B(e)-side

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary....

Once again, a perfect example of why procrastination is something I should leave far in my past.
Once again, I have not.
Four stanzas to memorize, not really a big deal.
I also have 3 big tests to study for.
And I have to be able to perfectly recite the first four stanzas by first period.
Joy.
Ahhhh.....

Mondays are always soo boring....

There is never anything to do....

But we got report cards today... all A's

Which is good. I am dangerously close to a B in Spanish though...

I just cannot wait until winter break. AHHHHH.

That will be SO nice. SOOOO NICE.

i am going to write later i think.

after the memorization of the four stanzas

and studying is complete.

~molly<3

thinking ahead to the summer

2008-12-07T17:09:00.000-08:00

thanks for the feedback on my poem!

it means a lot.

but now, onto less creative writing.

gah. i am such a procrastinator. this essay...... grr

but oh well....

so my dad and i are trying to figure out what place(s) we are going this summer.

i asked my dad what our options were, and he said that we need to come up with top places

the go by price.

so far, our list is:

Italy

France

Spain

China

Russia

England

Ireland

Scotland

India

Thailand

Turkey

Australia

he is giving me too much to work with.

askjfdkgh243lkdse9e

~molly<3

new poem

2008-12-07T10:48:00.001-08:00

i wrote a poem yesterday. i'm relatively pleased with it.

if anyone has a more creative title, let me know

here it is:

Wings and Chains

Higher higher higher I go

Breathing in air so fresh

So free

Winging soaring

Wings of soft

Warm and swift, at home in the sky

But higher I climb

Defiant in speed

Before I escape

My neck is jerked backwards

And down I fall

To be put back in my place

Faster faster faster I fall

My wings try to soar

They struggle and they strain

But I fall and fall

Pulled by chains

Down to the ground

I hit it hard and fast

And my wings are no more

No longer can I soar

to do list and boredom

2008-12-05T22:06:00.000-08:00

well since i am just bored to an absurd degree, i think i will just distract my mind here, just writing randomness. hehe

so i don't forget, I am going to write my homework somewhere i will actually look

English- Type and summarize Cornell Notes

History- NONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Math- Reflection (this time i will do it! and not in class the day it's due...)

Science-Study Evidence Chap. 11, and extra credit 3 articles

Spanish- DO THE STINKING ESSAY ON THE WIZARD OF OZ STOP PROCRASTINATING IT DOESN'T HELP THINGS AT ALL!

sorry about that...i just needed to remind myself so i don't forget.

weekend homework is a bummer

so there is this song playing rite now

it's simon & garfunkel

hehe

it makes me sleepy

i want to write something

on my new poem

but it's difficult to write by hand

with the stinking cast that covers my thumb as well

and word won't open..........

Weekend Goals:

Do a satisfactory job on all my homework. Especially the essay.
Finish a new book
See a new movie
Write at least one new poem
Attempt another sonnet
Start Christmas shopping!

ahah

well

this has been random

but i think this post is coming to an end...

so happy friday!!

~molly<3

fun

2008-12-05T21:28:00.000-08:00

ice skating was fun!!

i am so proud of myself! i didn't fall down once!

hehe

i feel a poem in the works

but also working on another poem

haha

just got a new mix CD

i like it [:

i need a new book.

friday

2008-12-05T17:08:00.000-08:00

finally it is friday.

*sigh*

this week seemed reallllllly long. it was boring too.

but i was productive. mostly. i actually got some writing in.

which is definitely good.

the only thing i think i didn't finish is the cornell notes on the poetry forms.

i need to type them.

my handwriting is completely illegible because of this stupid cast.

grrrr.

my sonnet went over well.

the teacher liked it, and none of the students were observant enough to pick up on the fact that the meter was off...

so thats good

i might try another one

or improve this one

another plus, i got my friend hooked on twilight.

haha.

she wont admit it, but i know she is into it.

i agree with her, that the writing isn't very good, and that the plot is predictable...

but i do like the characters, (except for bella, of course)

ah well

i'm going ice skating with my friends at the rink they put i by the prominade.

yayy!

i misspelled prominade, didn't i....

ahh well

ice skating is fun, and will get my mind on things other than school (for once)

and maybe, just maybe, it will give me something good to write about.

~molly<3

spirits temporarily high. not for long though

2008-12-04T20:50:00.000-08:00

ah. though my sonnet is not in tip-top shape, i breathe a sigh of relief.

it is done. at least in a basic form.

so for now, my worries are over.

mostly.

but for now, i go about business as usual, attempting to write a post card in spanish...

which reminds me...

that essay. the one in spanish. about the wizard of oz.

i need to write that.

oh god. here we go again...

the last essay we wrote in spanish, i got a 75. it was on ET.

>:0

but

i have an A- in that class

so no worries at the moment.

finally my sonnet (:

2008-12-04T20:01:00.000-08:00

so i finally finished my sonnet. not really sure if i got the format right... it's not the best.

but for a first attempt, it's pretty ok.

don't have a name for it yet.

if you have any name ideas, let me know.

but here it is:

Credit I give you too much of,

Much more than you deserve.

Yet how should I proceed to love

You with your sweet nerve?

The seasons war within

Winter to summer, harsh winter

Back to serene, playful summer again

Only for that to be once more interred.

Behind your eyes is a storm of the seasons

A blizzard of cold, icy stares

Yet time after time, your seasons change with no reason

These swings are getting us nowhere.

Yet like after a storm, there is a calm

All is resolved, your hand in my palm.

well, there it is...

the troubling sonnet

2008-12-03T21:21:00.000-08:00

this sonnet.

the one i have to write.

it's giving me trouble.

much much trouble.

sonnets aren't the type of poetry i like to write.

they are wonderful, and beautiful.

they just aren't for me.

just not my style.

and i know. sometimes it's good to go outside your comfort zone.

it's just.

difficult.

but.

when i finish writing it.

i think i will post it here.

unless it is completely atrocious.

but

on the brighter side.

this story we had to write for history

that i did really well on.

it's not turned in yet

but i think i did a good job.

i think.

~molly<3

most likely to

2008-12-03T17:02:00.000-08:00

i am most likely to not win anything

if you could run for that, i would

i would probably win too.

is that irony?

well it's not something you can run for.

so i guess i am out of luck...

so for now, i must write a sonnet.

good luck to me with that.

again...

2008-12-02T19:00:00.000-08:00

maybe this will grow. i am stuck with major writer's block. well, sort of. i have plenty of things i can write about right now.

i'm just...what's the word...overstimulated?

that's not a word is it?

hmm..i wonder...

once again, i will write later.

just trying to figure it out...

hah.

~molly<3

muted song

2008-12-02T17:48:00.000-08:00

writing is a passion of mine.

poetry especially.

too bad my english teacher kills it for me completely.

i was going to go on a rant.

against my english teacher.

but i decided against that.

oh well.

there is a song playing right now.

i have no idea what it is.

i like it.

it's nice and soft.

a little slow too.

some guitar picking.

the words are muted.

kind of perfect for me right now.

i think i'm going to write again later.

~molly<3

still thinking

2008-12-01T20:59:00.000-08:00

well, still not quite sure what i am going to write about here.

i was thinking about posting photos, or some of my writings.

maybe just some stuff about my life.

not that it's that interesting.

well it is to me, and the people in it.

i am kind of rambling. but i do that a lot when i am not sure what to say.

i don't know what to say a lot.

so i kinda say everything.

~molly<3

umm...yeah

2008-12-01T19:18:00.000-08:00

uh hi.

this is the first time ive done this.

not sure what im gonna write about...

no one is probably gonna look at this...but.... whatever

just seemed cool...

~molly<3