Thursday, April 7, 2016

Goodbyes~



Me in August                               Me a few weeks ago




Guys, I'm moving. For real this time! We sold the house and bought a new one not too far away. My mom doesn't want anyone to be sad about the move and I would really rather not get emotional about it either. Plus, the more I think about it, my childhood neighborhood has changed an awful lot since we first moved here. I'll still have all the good memories when I leave. There are a few things I'll really miss though, so I'm writing my goodbyes here...

Goodbye lemon tree.
Goodbye milk door.
Goodbye crack on the bedroom ceiling that perfectly divided the room in half.
Goodbye hole in the bedroom floor from when Ethne jumped on the bed and the post went through the cheap wood.
Goodbye hallway cabinet doors that never shut.
Goodbye living room heater.
Goodbye noisy air conditioner.
Goodbye nickel that I glued to the closed door.
Goodbye grey marks on the walls scratched on by the edge of the computer screen.
Goodbye backyard.
Goodbye to bike riding around the culdesac and to the corner store.
Goodbye Marco. I don't know when I'll see you again. You'll always have a place in my heart.
Goodbye Maury's perfectly shaped rock.
Goodbye to walking to ventura or by the LA river or to my ex boyfriend's house or to the farmer's market to buy strawberries or pet the bunnies.
Goodbye best friend's old house.
Goodbye park.
Goodbye doorknob that always stuck.
Goodbye neighbor's tree full of CD's to keep the birds away.
Goodbye neighbor's scary dog that always barked from behind his fence when you walked by.
Goodbye telephone box my dad told me a troll lived in.
Goodbye house with dingy curtains where the supposed Italian restaurant murderer lived.
Goodbye orange ice cream truck that sang "Happy Birthday" in a strange tune when it drove by.
Goodbye neighbors arguing on their terrace in Russian.
Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye!


I think the most recent parts of my life have separated so neatly, that in a very very short about of time the girl I was from august to january has become an alien to me. In one clean motion, my whole life was chopped up and thrown back together in a different order. I dress differently and listen to different music, hang out with different people and spend more time on reading and homework. I know how to drive now. And now I live somewhere different too. 

Monday, December 14, 2015

Good morning

Wow, has it been a long time since I made a blog post! Truthfully, the reason why is because I was signed into my school email on my computer and I never really felt like logging out. My last post was about summer camp. I can't believe how long ago that feels!





So whats happened since I got home from summer camp?

Junior year has made me hate almost everything. Seriously, there is so little that I enjoy anymore. I know I'm a dramatic girl but I really feel like this is the worst year of my life (so far). I only have like 3 friends, I hate the classes I'm taking, and thinking about college makes me want to burry myself in my backyard.

Anyways, I'm turning 17 on the 18th. I was going to have a party but then only 10 people RSVP'd and I was like "Is it worth it?" and the answer was no. But maybe I'll go bowling with my 3 friends. I think whatever I do for my 17th birthday will have to be better than by 16th because that was the birthday that ALL MY FRIENDS FORGOT :)

:) :) :)




Man, when I opened this blog post I didn't think it would come out so negative! I guess that's just where I'm at. Today I might have an AP art history test and I have an english quiz then tomorrow I have an APUSH test and the day after I have a math test worth 12% of my grade. Then on Thursday I have a group therapy appointment with my mom and my dad. Then Friday is my birthday and formal. Yikes. I wish I could skip this birthday, to be totally honest. They stopped being fun when high school started. Now the days leading up to it are a swinging pendulum of getting hopeful and then reminding myself that I'll probably be disappointed, because its December, and its finals, and its Christmas, and its whatever, and no one cares I'm not 16 anymore.

Okay, if you read this post you probably think I am really miserable. That's just junior year I guess. I'm excited for formal but I'm also nervous because I'm bringing a date (Ari) and it's going to be like two worlds colliding which makes me uncomfortable and I'm not even going to be sitting with my friends because they already filled up their table.

I have to stop writing this post. I keep remembering more stuff. Okay that's it. I'll post some photos of my formal outfit later.




Love, Maisie xxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo






Sunday, August 2, 2015

Summer Sweethearts

I'm home from Camp! It makes me too sad to read or type up my journal entries, so I'm going to stick to posing photos. Shout out to Eden for sending me an email everyday. I loved all of them! Thank you for reading my blog! You're the best and you were here with me in spirit.


The first picture I took at camp. Sorta strange and blurry, but it reminds me of the warm atmosphere of the cabin :-) I think this was in the morning or during rest period. 


Haleigh making fun of our friend Chris. 


One of two snakes! The other one I held around my neck like Britney. Coincidentally, the morning after I had a dream about a hall of snakes. Such a trip. 



My stupid toothbrush! There's actually a really funny story behind this. I usually brush my teeth after every meal, so I discovered that I left my toothbrush down the mountain pretty much imminently. Like a savage, I brushed my teeth with my finger, scratched off plaque with toilet paper, and chewed lots and lots of mint gum for 3 days. There was actually no difference in my breath or tooth appearance, thank god. And I found out that my friend Kent, who I have known for years and is now too old to be a camper, would be on campus for a day because his mom was on med staff. So I asked him to bring me a toothbrush. But then our phones were taken away and he hadn't said yes yet, so I found his mom, Nancy, and asked her if she could ask him for me. Kent is kinda sus and bitchy so I had no idea if he would do it. Luckily, he did. Thanks bitch! 


Our doctors med students who had no idea what the hell they were doing 



THESE PICTURES OF ME AND ALLI ARE SO STRANGE! When she was a kid she used to fill up water balloons and make them soooooo tiny and then give them names and carry them around like babies. Chelsea brought like 100+ water balloons, so of course she had to make 6, give them all names that start with P, and take fake parenting photos with me. 


Lucas!!!!! Always with the sunglasses. 


Oliver, so sad it's his last summer. 


Malcolm and Haleigh 


Grace, Oliver, Erik, and Everett playing cards. Some game I had never heard of


Sevaun and the best tattoo ever. He was telling us about all the tattoos he wants to get. Can't believe he's only a year older than me. 


Sevaun's thumbs! I can't remember what exactly happened but something like he got hurt when he was a kid. 


Sevaun and Lucas 


Mike, the best med student I have ever had. So fun and great to be around. Going to be a great pediatrician some day. 


There were a lot of injuries after a bike ride. This guy let me take a picture of his scrapes and put my finger in his gauge earring hole which was so WEIRD! Malcom's injuries were waaay worse but he wouldn't let me photograph them. 


Mike's veins after playing basket ball. INSANE! 


Halloween! Every year camp has a haunted house and a Halloween dance. Pretty strange to be getting dressed up and feeling spooky in the summer, but it's always fun. LOOK AT MY GROSS SOCK TAN. I was the virgin Mary to Haleigh and Alli's naughty school girls. I found the garland for the halo in the trash can and my head scarf is my dirty bed sheet. I also had a baby Jesus made out of a pillow case and a towel. 





Haleigh and Malcolm again. It was sorta a joke when they started flirting, but then they ended up really liking each other.


Haleigh, Malcolm, and Lucas during first activity period. 


Packing up and getting ready for the last night of camp/Prom. 


PROM!! We took this photo on Haleigh's polaroid. That's her and Malcolm, Alli and Chris, Lucas and I, and Brooke. Prom was incomparable to any night of my life. Firstly, I made prom court! Which I never thought would happen. But my whole cabin and all my friends voted me up there. So I competed with other prom court members for points towards the crown. One of those challenges was using only my mouth to find a peppermint in a bowl of flour! Secondly, I had a date (who I really liked) and so did 2 of my best friends. And while we were slow dancing, Lucas said something to me that thinking back on now makes me tear up. It was so incredibly thoughtful, and it was like, shit, I actually mean something to you. I'm seeing Lucas in a few days and I really can't wait. 

I'm have some disposable photos to get developed and post soon. This week made my summer beautiful. I feel euphoric when I look at these photos. I already can't wait for next year. 

Love, 
Maisie 

xoxooxoxoxooxooxoxoxoooooxxxooxooxox









Thursday, July 16, 2015

Twitter


Guys, the one direction drama lately has been AMAZING! I was lucky enough to be sick on the day that Zayn called Naughty Boy fat. And I realized today that the only reason I go on twitter anymore is for the one direction drama and sometimes stalking other people. I forget if I said this before but I deleted my snapchat and the hole has been quickly filled by Vine which is so much worse! Today I tried watching a french movie about cave paintings for AP art history and I took a break to check facebook 15 minutes in and then fell asleep for 4 hours. But first, I made this comic to try different brushes on Illustrator. 
My mom says it looks like I have a beard in the first two panels but that brush is the most fun.  

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Seinfeld doodles + more


Only a few more weeks of summer school- this is what my days have been looking like: 

  1. Wake up
  2. Go to school
  3. Get a ride from my mom and go home 
  4. Watch Seinfeld 
  5. Do my homework 
  6. Twitter/Instagram/Vine/Facebook
  7. Go to sleep 
  8. Repeat
I'm enjoying my summer a lot more this time around partly because this class doesn't make me question my being at a catholic school. The subjects are interesting and its pretty simple. We watch Oprah and meditate and journal. 

I deleted my snapchat! And I don't miss it, at all, which is crazy, because I used to check it like 4 times a day. But its sooooo nice not having one anymore. Who knows though. I might download it again when school starts. 

I went on 2 dates (so far) (with the same guy) and they sucked A$$! And now the guy is back from a 3 week trip to Israel, and I just don't want to deal with it. Anyways, I was messing around on Illustrator again. 




Can't wait for camp in a few weeks! :) 

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Right back at it!

Tomorrow is my sixth day of 2015 religious school! These classes are a lot better than 2014 religious classes, because they're about morality and spirituality and not about how SEX WILL KILL YOU. That being said, I was still questioned about the length of my skirt. So no matter the year, catholic school will always suck! To celebrate, here's a comic I made about my first day of religious school last year.




My first ever comic made on a computer! BY THE WAY, we were also asked this question again, and our new teacher got even more in depth with it, by asking who was a specific faith. UGH.

- Maisie
xoxoxooxooxoxooxox

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Everything I hate about Track and More

Okay so lets start off with what I'm actually doing at track which is Shot Put and Discus AKA the fucking punch line of the track team. The first day everyone was assigned to their event the coach squatted down in front of us and told us to name all the misconceptions about throwing. Well, we couldn't name a single one of them. So she named them for us. And that they were that throws don't matter, no one liked throws, throwers don't work hard. And then she said, well, none of those are true!! Hahahaha. Then she followed this up with a really shitty metaphor about the track team, that the throwers were the back bone. But then she changed it to the distance being the back bone, and the throwers being the eye balls or something. So no one fucking cares about the throws team. I mean there is a total lack of respect from every single member of the team and the coaches and we are always getting picked on. Firstly, one time there was this girl on distance who hurt her shoulder, so the distance coach sent her to throws, which didn't fucking make any sense because she hurt her SHOULDER. Which made it apparent that the only reason she sent the girl to trows is because she thinks throws is the easiest. Then, the other team members are always complaining that the throws team isolates them selves and never cheers for the other group. The throws team is never doing JACK SHIT so we ALWAYS cheer for others! And then when we're finally doing our two measily events, no one EVER comes to cheer for us! No one from sprints or distance or jumps would belittle themselves to come down to the fucking dirty ass shot put ring and watch us hurl chunks of metal for 15 minutes. But its more than obligatory for ALLL the throws team members and sprinters and shit to come watch some bitch jump into some sand. And they make us clap and everything. I have never had any other member of the team outside of the group of throwers clap for me while I threw. One time, the coaches didn't even come down to see us throw. Which leads me to my second point- I HATE THE COACHES SO MUCH. THIS IS PROBABLY WHAT I HATE THE MOST ABOUT TRACK IT IS THE MOST POORLY GOVERNED ORGANIZATION. Firstly they sit you down and say like, we are the ONLY team who would rather have an athlete with a good attitude and attendance record than an athlete who gets good scores. This is bullshit because 1. Every team says some bull shit like this 2. YOU DONT ABIDE BY THIS THERE ARE GIRLS WITH THE WORST ATTITUDES THAT GET AWAY WITH EVERYTHING BECAUSE THEY CAN RUN A MILE IN 7 MINUTES. Like I don't have a problem with that like if you can run a 7 minute mile you can do whatever you want but as a coach don't pump us full of this fakey crap I can see through a mile a way! The favoritism on this team is RAMPANT. Then also the coaches are so shitty. Like the coach we had at the begining of the year who is also the jumping coach was FIRED from being the basket ball coach because she SUCKS!!!!! Then, we got a different coach who is supposed to be good at throws, and she sucks but in a different way! I HAVE SO MANY PROBLEMS WITH HER I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN. First I'll start with her coaching style. For one thing, she has not once thrown as an example for us. I'm not even sure she was a thrower in high school, which is her only qualification for this job. Then, she always giving reward systems that she never follows through with. Then, she never gave us any techniques, except for once at the begining of the year, when she told us we were going to start working on spin throws, and then we never did them again. That's hardly even coaching. You know what, that isn't coaching. That is not coaching at all. This is how our day goes now because we do not have a coach, we have a babysitter. We throw 3 times as a warm up, we throw three times while we measure. And this is the type of advice she'll give us. Reach higher. Release sooner. I can give myself that advice! Not to mention that as a babysitter, she is doing a pretty shitty job. Because I have completely stopped doing work during workouts. I will just sit in the area that I'm supposed to be in and then she won't even notice. I have taken naps at practice more than 3 times. She's on her phone 70% of the time, one time she was even playing fucking flappy birds. What the heck. How am I getting away with this shit. But her coaching isn't even the worst part. Her personality is GARBAGE!!!!!!! OH MY GOD! First of all, she is so fucking rude to me and makes me feel bad about everything I like. She constantly makes the dumbest remarks about all the popstars I like. She's like "Beyonce can work off all that baby weight because she doesn't have a real job." BEYONCE HAS A REAL JOB. BEYONCE GOES TO BED ON A PILE OF MONEY IN HER MANSION WITH HER HUSBAND WHILE YOU SLEEP ALONE AFTER A DAY OF WORKING AT SUPERCUTS.  YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS BECAUSE YOUR LIFE SUCKS!! Then I came to track really excited because I just met amber rose, and she was like, "look at you, so excited because you met a porn star." PORN STAR???? She's a hip hop model what the fuck?? What the fuck kinda shit you looking at saying she's a porn star? She must just believe that everyone that I like that is a celebrity was in a sex tape because I like kim kardashian. That's right, her ass is stuck in 2009 and she can't get over the fact that someone turned on a camera, filmed themselves having sex, and made billions and billions of dollars over it. Uh, what year is it? This is old news bitch! We know what kim k did, and she's not losing any sleep over it! I'm sure she's sleeping comfortable in her money palace and I am not less than a person for admiring her! She is constantly making me feel bad about other stuff too. WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE A GROWN ASS WOMAN. I AM A CHILD AND YOU ARE PICKING ON ME AND GETTING PAID TO DO THIS? Look at you life. Look at your choices. You work at supercuts and you were married for a gay man for 3 years. You suck and you spend your time making fun of children. Your make up looks like shit consistently, blue eyeshadow, really, what are you trying to look like you crawled out of the dumpster behind Claire's? I've been doing makeup for 2 years and I can do better eyeliner. And those blonde highlights should have been left behind in your myspace profile picture. Then, she's one of those weirdos who hates whatever kind of music we put on in the gym. Pop music, rap music, folk music (it happened by accident), 80's music. She just says "all the music you listen to is bad". Oh I'm sorry, were we having a good time listening to our music while you were over there being complete shit? I also just hate the people I have to be around for track. I hate the jumpers and the sprinters because they think that they are supreme shit when they are nothing but shit, and judge everyone like they're the damn God of track. I hate the distance because their loud and weird. I hate the other thowers because they're like OOOOooooOOOOooohh pooh pooh pooh I dedicate my whole life to shot put like WHAT EVER you fuck, you're scoring 300 ft but I'm having a nice time talking to my friends and I don't spend ten billion hours making other girls feel bad about what they're throwing and being RUDE AF to the people that are doing the exact same thing as you. We are the underdogs! We have to stick together! Especially as women who throw, do you know how few of us there are? Speaking of being a woman, my number one problem with track is the DRESS CODES. One time we were getting dressed and that crack pot ex basket ball coach was like "Woah, ladies, I'm seeing a lot of shoulders!" SHOULDERS? SHOOULLLDERSSS?? EXCUSE ME WHILE I DISMEMBER MYSELF SO YOU WILL NO LONGER HAVE TO SEE THE OBSENITY THAT IS THE BODY PART THAT CONETS MY ARMS TO MY TORSO. THAT'S ALL THAT SHOULDERS ARE. AND IF YOU ARE SEEING SOMETHING WRONG WITH THAT, THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU! What the fuck is sexual about a shoulder? And then one time, there was this girl who had her skirt rolled up, and she said "Pull your skirt down. You're representing the track team." This didn't even happen to me, but it made me feel violate me. How dare an aDULT FEMALE put the implications on a young girl that she is reducing her value by showing more skin. Also, this is flawed logic, because WHO the FUCK is going to see a girl with her skirt rolled up, and think, oh she's on the track team, the track team must be bad if someone who is a member has her skirt rolled up. Then today I forgot my pants because I did not want to pay $90 for pants in the first place so I was just wearing black sweat pants and the coach kept telling me to pull them down. They were covering my ass and they were pulled down as far as they could go. What the fuck woman???????? I hate track. I hate track so fucking much I fucking hate it. It takes up so much time and from the 2 years I participated the best memories I have from it is not participating in track like when we wandered around a school campus looking for a vending machine. I hate the way track is run, I hate the people who run track, I hate the actual sport, and while this will look good on my college applications, I will never again participate and I would discourage anyone else from joining (my particular school's team) because it is a horrible experience that will eat up all your time and make you fucking hate your life. I HATE TRACK SO MUCH!!! AND WE POPPIN BIG BOTTLES WHEN IT ENDS IN 2 DAYS.