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. 

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Disney!!!

I was lucky enough to go to Disney Land and California Adventure with the track team!!!! I hadn't been in so long and it was so much fun to go with friends











Best rides: Tower of Terror, Space Mountain, Splash Mountain, Small World 
Best food: Funnel Cake!!! 
Characters seen: Olaf, the Incredibles, ants from Bugs, Storm Troopers, Ariel, Tiana, Jasmine, and Micky Mouse
Number of blisters from boots: 3!!! 





Friday, April 24, 2015

this week was......disgusting......





Firstly, time passes irregularly now. I have no idea what the day is, what the week is, what the time is, almost constantly. I even forget that it's not 2014 sometimes now.

Also, the skin meds I'm taking right now gave me two GIANT cold sores. Not one, but TWO.

I went to a fucking comedy club on a wednesday night to see the guy i've liked since this time LAST YEAR to do stand up. I was all by myself sitting in the back of this cold room with some senior citizens and early 30 year olds there to support their friends. The only other person I knew in the audience was the guy's mom, and she was far away.

So he did his set and then I went outside and congratulated him and then asked him if he was going to stay for the rest of the show, and he was like yeah, I'll see you in there, so I was like cool, and I went back inside.

But he didn't come back inside. I also didn't have my phone on me so there was nothing to do. And I've come to the conclusion that I don't enjoy standup comedy, especially not when I am sitting in the back of a cold room waiting for someone to come and be with me. And I will never seek it out again.

I saw him again after the show and he was totally rude and at this point I had the cold sores under control so that was not the problem and I left the comedy club feeling totally fucking stupid for wasting two hours of my life and good eyeliner.


It is crunch time at track. I have to get up at fucxking 5 am for a meet and because i have a lot of stuff to do at night I'm tired all the time now. I fell asleep on the bus. I close my eyes for long periods of time in class when the teacher can't see me.

Then friday was the worst but also the best. I took this math test and oh my god... I might have felt stupid after the comedy club but I have never in my live felt this academically challenged. I couldn't even finish the test because I was shaking and crying so hard. I want to cry just writing about it. I skipped 3 questions worth 10 points so the best grade I can possibly get is a C. I hate math i hate it I hat eit i hate it.

The good part was going over to my friends house after school. We do so much weird stuff. I should really write about that more often. we saw the new blake lively movie and i will definetly do a post on that later because I';ve seen so many movies this month so a master post is in store...


God I jjust want to keep it togrether these last weeks of school. I am going to bed.

Things to come:
- Layout update
- Disney post
- Movie list and reviews 

Monday, January 26, 2015

Photos Late October - Early January

Hey I just downloaded so many photos here they all are!

Halloween


Alyssa and Issy as Suzy and Sam from Moonrise Kingdom


Emily and Ella as Hugh Heffner and a Playboy Bunny


Sophia and Mimi as the girls from Ghost World


Lucinda as DJ Tanner from Full House 


School


That post 6th period low


Audrey being spied on by Mary


Drawing in Issy's sketchbook, she said she was thinking of me. I like it very much  

Film Class


Script reading


Filming


Editing 
Winter Formal 


Audrey, Blair, Clara, Me, Evan


The Bathroom with Very Nice Lighting 


For Evan's date


Melissa, Me, and Camille :)))



Having a very fun time in the Uber listening to Kanye


Feeling fancy

Down Town/Little Tokyo


Hello Kitty


HK telephones


Dropping a selfie in my mom jeans 


Rotating mirror, also very Good for Selfies 


Most Holy Grocery Store

New Years/ Christmas Concert 


Pasadena, "alien abduction" lighting 


My look for the school concert, skirt was a bday present

Griffith Observatory


Exploring a bit


Audrey and I after the long hike, I was not dressed properly


About to watch the show in the planetarium 


Checking out the view


Very nice pic taken by Audrey with my zoom


Hope to post more photos soon! 

Love maisie xoxox


Thursday, January 22, 2015

School, Crying

Was trying to find a photo to go along with this blog post but I just couldn't find anything good enough. I do want to post photos though. Eventually. I got my report card, not my best but not bad. All A's and B's. My friend Kendra switched from Photography to Yoga and now I am all alone and so sad. I took a nap for half of the class and no one noticed. (I finished my project and we had a sub).

This girl in my section(homeroom) got a detention for wearing the wrong uniform and she started crying. At first it was just a couple tears but then she was sobbing, loudly. It made our teacher very uncomfortable. He was just like "....Uh.... are you going to be okay...."

I cry in front of people a lot so I really felt for her. I don't get embarrassed publicly crying and I can't tell if that is a strength or a weakness. She said that she was having a really bad day and that this was just the icing on the cake.

And just on a side note, I don't think that men should be allowed to teach at an all girls school, ever. :-)

I am going to watch as much Queer as Folk as possible.  Goodnight. xxx


Sunday, January 18, 2015

I just realized I never made a blog post about the weirdest night of my life aka the time I met my celebrity crush and saw 2 dead bodies

This happened such a long time ago and I never made a post about it! Oh my god, this has to be one of my most favorite memories ever.

It had to be about 7 months ago at least. Way back when I was realllly obsessed with supernatural, but starting to loose interest. I really liked this actor, Osric Chau. He's 29 but mostly plays highschoolers. Me and Clara were starting to get into witchy stuff and we did a love spell, she did it on the boy she liked, and I did it on Osric Chau. We were both like, nahh, there is no way this is gonna work.

A week later I'm on facebook and there's a post from Osric Chau's page saying that he's going to this really small show in burbank to support his friend's band, and he would love if more people came. I FREAKED OUT and called clara and I was so happy because never in a million years did I think I was going to meet this guy! I don't my parents and I instantly came down from such a high to a very low low low because they told me they had signed me up to be the photographer at their friend's benefit and I was like NOOOOO I hate taking photos noooooooooo no and I cried and cried and cried until they agreed to let me go to the show as long as I went to the first part of the benefit.

Clara's brother picked me up in this fucking car that only had 2 SEATS so I had to sit on Clara's lap as we were driving like a million miles an hour and I was freaking out and her brother just kept saying "Can you please try to look like 1 person". I really thought I was going to die. But I didn't and we made it to the show!

It was at this suuuuuper weird/cool place. There were chinese lanterns and the inside was kinda like a maze with all of these different aestetics mashed together. It was kinda like spiritual-indie meets scary carnival meets the late 80's. Veerry cool. The opening set was pretty good. We went out to this little garden place that was part of the venue and I saw the guy!! THE guy!! Osric Chau! I was like Oh! MY! GOD! But I didn't approach him then, I waited until it was about to be the next set and he was buying ppl drinks. He offered to buy everyone a cocktail and that's when it became apparent to me that maybe, hey, 15 year olds aren't supposed to be in this establishment because it's 21 and older and it was a total miracle that we were not carded. Like FOR REAL A MIRACLE.

I got a water and introduced myself and it totally was like I had left my body and floated to heaven because I was really, in love with this guy. Really. Like big ol' celebrity crush IN LOVE. And I totally stayed cool and confident when I introduced myself. I'm really proud.

So the band was pretty good. I can't remember what it was called but the main guy was dressed up like a tiger and there was an old hippie woman and they invited their lawyer to play a set and it was just a cool group of people. We went outside to talk to this girl we met who was from sweden but came to LA to act and I started talking to the owner  who was wearing this shirt that had the denny's logo but instead of saying denny's it said dahmers' and I was like wooooahhhhh is that for jefffery dahmer and he was like yeah! I directed and started in a movie about him!

We talked about Jefferey Dahmer for like 8 years and he told me that he actually went to the real apartment and but his head up against the door and he could feel things. SO creepy. Then he was telling me about how he used to be a mortician and actually lived above the mourge and oh, just by the way, he has 2 preserved bodies here, would we like to see them.

WELL GUESS WHAT I SAW 2 DEAD BODIES IN ONE NIGHT. The first one, was just like, a skeleton. Very small, no big deal. BUT THE SECOND ONE WAS A VERY VERY WELL PRESERVED DEAD CLOWN WHICH IS ABOUT AT CREEPY AS IT GETS. It was such a weird experience. I felt very cold inside but also very alive. I hope that doesn't sound cheesy when I read it back.

There were also a lot of very creepy very cool things at this place. Like a preserved two headed baby and a haunted painting and a shrine that you could make a wish on with a personal item that would come true. I didn't have a personal item though, so I didn't make a wish :'-( And I was leaving the wise hippie woman was smoking a ciggarette and asked me if she could stroke my hair. It was very nice. Oh, I got a picture with Osric Chau but I looked totally gross in it. I was really glad I got to meet him because after that I got over my celebrity crush. I got over supernatural too, which is REALLy for the best.

That was a very long read but oh my gosh. I am never going to forget the time I snuck into a 21+ venue saw my celebrity crush 2 dead bodies talked about Jeffrey Dhamer and got my hair stroked by a hippie woman. My favorite night.