she shall bang no more.

so a couple weeks before christmas break i cut myself bangs.

sidenote: i love change. i dye my hair follicles contantly. i change around my room. i eat weird food. i like to move. i pick up new hobbies. i try different fashion ideas. i LOVE change.

i seem to cut my bangs twice a year. it typically happens when i see a picture of some cute girl with whispy bangs. and i think to myself "golly, she looks so happy and adorable with those bangs. i'll bet i would look that good too, IF i cut mine. i mean i know i've finally grown em out since the last time i got scissor happy, but this time i'm sure i'll really like em."

NO! marlee. i say NO! don't cut your freakin bangs. it's gotta stop. you like them for 8.5 days and then you litterally want to buzz your hair. your hair doesn't like bangs. they just get stringy and ugly and you cannot style them!!! so just cut it out! (no pun intended.)

I AM NOW PLEDGING TO NOT CUT MY BANGS.

this pledge may cease when your last name has been changed. and you cut your hair to a pixie. THAT"S IT!

 

 

hope your hair days are better than mine. i'm gonna go google "27 ways to pull your bangs back" and "12 reasons why you're actually running away from your personal issues when you change something about your appearance."

 

xo.

-M.

girls just wanna have fun

so here in the Dirty T we have to entertain ourselves sometimes. being that we don't smoke. we don't drink. we don't go to parties in order to avoid alcohol and weed, because if there was a guarantee those things wouldn't be involved, we'd go dance our white fannies off! *sighhh* i love a good, clean dance party.
anywho. so like i said we have to find some sort of entertainment. this is what we've done to remain entertained the last few days. feast upon the awesomeness.

it's amy's dress, that girl is tiny.. sick tan line though, #tennisgirlproblems

i know, totes inappropriate. but it's just too funny. (she's turning in her mish papers
in like 4 weeks, she has to get the bad outta her before then!)

channeling Miranda SIngs and a psycho girlfriend

ames in her super chic "detective hat" (her sweet, old gramma got it for her)

selfie. (my "glasses" half my prescription, but flippin cool!)

 so story behind this. it's Sunday night and i'm sitting in my room just pinteresting away my time. and i get this knock at my door. Amy bursts in and yells "presenting the miraculous dancing gypsy, TORIE!" and she comes in with the whole get up on and is dancing and i'm literally on the floor laughing my face off. it was the best.

khalil thought it was 60% hilarious 40% awkward.

this morning my math class got cancelled so Khalil and i went home to veg for two hours before my next class. the girls don't have school on tuesdays and thursdays becoause of tennis so they were just waking up. i'm sitting on the couch watching the Food Network and i hear laughing in Torie's room. i walk in. behold. THE BRA MOBILE! 

it was incredible. and hilarious. the things we do, man. it's a wonder we don't have boyfriends because i'm pretty sure we should have boys at our doorsteps considering how awesome and funny we are. i mean hello? 

and then there's this. my cute little wall of inspiration. it's strange that i finally watched Breakfast at Tiffany's for the first time over Christmas break with Taylor, i've had this frame since way before then. (i really love that movie, makes me want to run away to new york and live on french macaroons and creasants. divine.) my walls were covered in magazine pages at the Hale House. these are some of my favorites that i decided to finally put up on Sunday. cute, fun, and easy.

xo.
-the girl who wants a bf, but mostly only because she wants him to buy her food. yea. she'd like that. a lot.

makes me wonder

i'm taking a philosophy class and it's really intriguing. today, my teacher started going on and on about how people try to sugar coat things or fluff them up. like, he was saying that his mom died, and that a lady that he knew when he was younger ran into him and asked how his mother was.  he told her, pointblank, that she was dead. at first it was shocking that he would just say that. why wouldn't he say she passed on. or that she was at peace, she went with God? then i got to thinking. why do we do worry so much about coating our language? i'm not saying that i condone being rude, but what's wrong with just being real and honest? it's shocking, but it's okay. right? haha maybe it was cooler in class.

he also talked about failing. everyone is going to fail. it's inescapable  it's what we do with our failures that make us better. it's so easy to give up and walk away or quit. but where's the fun in that. we're all dying anyway. make the most of this life.
Americans are so spoiled and distracted. so i'm thinking that i need to detox more often. but detox as in shut off everything. cellphone, internet, radio, and television. it makes you look at yourself, for real. everyone is living in constant fear of themselves. and their deep rooted issues and fears. i think "detoxing" would be healthy. and since i can't do it through girls' camp (i hate that i'm too old now) anymore i don't know when it'll happen again.

but it should. like really.

can you say ramble? gawsh i'm strange..

xo. -M

the track meet that didn't happen.

i woke up early Saturday morning. i was hyped. i was determined. i was motivated. i was ready.

i got on the bus to go paradise valley cc. we drove for about half hour then our head coach announced that the meet was cancelled due to the rain. i hate rain. BOO YOU, RAIN! ruined my plans, i was gonna do big things today, i tell ya. BIG THINGS.
so instead of going to the meet we turned around and went to Ihop as a team. i documented it. here goes.

Becca and I. 

justin garms. he jumps with me.

justin, sterling, and becca

khalil and i. pancakes. 

proper way to tip

i love track. it gives me an outlet to channel something deep inside me that wants to get out. you know the cheesy commercials and advertisements that talk about the beast inside you? well it's true. i got a beast in me. she's a monster. she's been especially snarly lately, she wants out of her cage. hahahha. but really. i love doing track here in tucson. practice is amazing. in high school, i liked it, but i mostly hated it. but i have changed my mind. i'm gonna be good. and i'm implementing lots of new ideas into my life. i got to change habits and add new ones. it's gonna be sick.

that's right. boom.

-M.

scary movies.

so the last couple weeks have been pretty flippin fab! i took my own advice and decided to just be happy. it works, y'all. hoo-rah!
 this was last weekend's adventure. we went to see Mama. it was awful. i was curled up in fetal position while simultaneously clinging to Helena. i'm so glad she is fine with that. (we did the same thing back at the haunted house in october) i really cannot stand scary movies. and after being forced to go to this one, i am really positive i will NEVER and i mean NEVER go see a scary movie again. okay. maybe i'm lying but i'm on a strict detox from them for at least three months. i got really stressed out and i think it made me sick. drama queen? yes. mwahaha. BUT. before we went to the movie, we hit up dairy queen. woop woop!

this is Khalil. he jumps with me at Pima. he hangs out with us a lot. we don't mind.

gawwwsh. she's such a stunner.

the girls- Amy, Me, Torie, and Helena

we like to bring the mattresses to the front room and have sleepovers. 

this kid lover pancakes. he comes over and makes them all the time!

if he wasn't repping UofA, i might have hugged him ;)

appreciating her belly. i couldn't miss this photo-op. laughing my head off. 

so our hometeacher works at hungry howie's and last sunday he asked us what kind of pizza we liked. then he showed up last night with it! (there goes my no carbs after 4pm goal..) it was super yum! pizza has this way of making me the happiest person on earth. i'm considering serving it at my wedding. i could totally get away with it.. i'm just quirky like that... right? eeps.

well enjoy.

xo. -M.

ouch.

everybody has people walk in and walk out of their lives. what if you don't want them to walk out though? what if you wanted them to stay?

i'm here to say.. it sucks. a lot.
i got my feelings hurt this last weekend. i went through a lot of effort, planned ahead, and cancelled other plans only to get it shmushed back in my face. it hurt. it really did. i was sad. and mad. (i was even violently angry for about 2 minutes.. then it passed)
it's unfair the way we humans treat each other. i feel like i live my life in a very real way though. i don't have a hidden agenda. what you see is what you get. it's seems so simple. i guess i can't really understand or properly judge what really went on and why i was blown off and treated so poorly, because i don't know, but i do know that i wish it hadn't happened. i wish things would've worked out. i think i would feel happier.
so i currently have a strong disdain for liars, fakers, posers, story-tellers, and players. they upset me.
but i'm gonna just be happy. i deserve that.

my momma told me that i need to stop looking for life and just let life come to me. she says i'm doing something with my life. i'm not sitting around. but i need to stop worrying and just do me. i like her. she's the coolest, recently 41 year old i know. and i know i've said it a million times, (maroon 5, anyone? k. maybe not..) but i'm lucky to have her. she's more than a mom, she's my best friend.

Oh ye little town of Mesa

christmas break 2012. time to break it down. some freakishly goooooood times were had.

first off. i got my mummy's old Canon Rebel. HOORAH for hand-me-downs! (thanks mommy!) i'm so beyond excited to have it because i can now really start documenting the downright boring things that happen in my life. yea, my life is that cool, brawww.

we "borrowed" $5 form a random boy for some snacks.

definition of us. gosh we're classy kids.

we literally freaked this kid out. it was one of those moments where you know you'll never see them again so you go "hey, it's time to act like a fool. cuz like i don't even care what he thinks.." 

we went to this adorable cafe called Scratch. 

seriously one of the best lunches i've had in a loooong time. yum

my new fave treat. French Macaroons y'all. mm

made s'mores with the fam. i have the cutest siblings.. or maybe i mean creepy?

the sisters. missing 2 of them though..

my "brother" Mata'ava. basketball star. this kid WILL be famous

my poly family. Tiana had a baby and we had this ginormous get together. pretty sure we Sherwood's were the only white people at the party.. hoorah!

well. that sums up the majority of my break. i spent it with some of my favorite people and loved almost every second of it. twas magical and awesome. 

i have a really small circle. there are very few people who i consider to be important enough to really know me and understand all the quirks and crazy things in my life. but there are those who are. you know who you are. love you.

xo.

-M

2013

it's a new year.  2013 and i better have a good relationship because 10, 11, and 12 have been iffy. i'm not complaining or anything and i'm not even mad about it. i've learned a lot these last few years.

2012 highlights.
i threw for coach foreman in track. go me.
i mended some old wounds/problems
i graduated (just barely)
i got a car!
i built and even stronger relationship with my momma.
i maintained my relationship with the bestie.
i went on a church tour back east
i got a scholarship to go to college
i worked my butt off to earn my keep for said scholarship
i handled my first stalker, ha!
i didn't have a real boyfriend (hey, it can be considered a highlight..)
i got good grades in my first semester of college (who'da thunk?)

i'm ready for this year. i wanna be a better marlee. i need to set my goals and achieve them. i wanna look back on this year come next december and just be like "ya done good, kid. ya done good."