a note on love.

How does it feel to have a heart that's beyond breaking?

Can you feel anything at all anymore?

You're looking for love so desperately

but trust me. You'll never find it.

You already have love, true love,

the greatest love ever known to anyone,

and you don't even see it.

The Creator of the Universe is madly in love with you,

but you don't even notice. You don't even care.

You pretend it doesn't matter, but I can see your pain.

If you have Love like that, you don't need anything else.

If you have God's love, no one else's love really matters.

Irrevocable. Unconditional. Eternal.

Isn't that enough?

[for a friend]

I got a tumblr. follow me!

I gave in to the temptation.

I got a tumblr.

I'm hoping it will be more inspiring and visual,

rather than the Jesus-flavored fake narcissism that resides on this blog

(not that the words Jesus, fake, and narcissism should exist in the same sentence).

Don't freak out -- this wonderfully snarktastic blog isn't going anywhere.

So now follow me on tumblr: maybe molly

tumblr.

So I just discoverd tumblr.

If it was a guy, I'd marry it.

But it's not. So.....yeah.

Bowling, Rapping, & Crazy Dancing

In 2nd period today, we hopped in the bus and went to the slightly creepy bowling alley that smells like fried pickles. There's an arcade in the back, which makes it even scarier, since I have a fear of arcades.

I was working with the special ed kids and scoring a steady stream of 0's (until today, I had never bowled without bumpers). And let me tell you, I looked oh-so-hot in my neon purple socks and red+puke green bowling shoes.

Then the speakers explode with the pounding beats of Eminem, and suddenly I'm [trying to] rap and I'm dancing crazily in front of my friend. Then everyone notices and they make fun of me, but I know they're secretly just jealous of my mad skills.

It's times like that I'll always remember; times when I wasn't afraid to step out of the norm and just be myself, as weird as I am. I'll remember this day because I danced and rapped without caring who saw me, just for the fun of it, just because I could.

What's the point of life if you're not going to have fun with it?

10.31.10

WHAT I'M LISTENING TO: Disco Curtis. Look it up. Listen. Enjoy. :)

WHAT I'M RAPPING: Handlebars - Flobots . You wish you were this cool.

WHAT I'M READING: Twilight by Stephanie Meyer (for the sixth time)

WHAT I'M WATCHING: The Rangers play the World Series. Actually, that's a lie. My mom's watching that. I'm just mentally rooting for them.

WHAT I'M WANTING: South Korean dresses (like this one)

WHAT I'M PONDERING: "We learn from history that we learn nothing from history." - George Bernard Shaw

8 Questions

1) If you could go ANYWHERE in the world, where would it be and why?
Some tiny uninhabited island with dolphins and birds.

2) If you were a tree, would kind would you be?
A cherry blossom tree.

3) Would you rather skydive or explore a deep, dark cave? (why)
Skydiving. I am deathly afraid of the dark and sleep with a nightlight which I pretend is for my little siblings. And I am also afraid of the Loch-Ness-Monster-wannabes that live in water inside caves.

4) If you could wear clothing from any time period (without being seen as odd), what would it be?
Who cares about being odd. Seriously, I am odd and I'll own up to it. That being said, I love the 80's. Or the 1700s. Either one will do. Maybe a fusion of both...?

5) Would you be willing to sing an opera song at the top of your lungs in the middle of a mall for a hundred dollars?
I'd do it for $20, sweetie.

6) Would you rather have an amazing castle beside a lake or a cottage by the sea? (why?)
Castle. Because then I'd invite Maddy, Morgan, Becca, and Katie, and we'd all go over to my place and make that castle-y movie like we always wanted. And I would so love to rub it in Morgan's face that I, her little punk almost-sister, was the one who ended up with the castle in Scotland. Bazinga, Morgan. Bazinga.

7) If you could change your hair color to any color, what would it be?
RED! It is my dream to wake up one day with pale skin and flaming red hair.

8) Would you rather live in a tree house or fly away with a balloon?
Tree house. Fly away with a balloon? Eventually it would pop, and that would end all the fun.

15

Yes, it's true...yesterday was everyone's favorite day of the year.

My birthday.

I am fifteen. Gosh I am so little.

*bursts into Taylor Swift song*

I had to stay at school until 8:15pm to rehearse an Irish play we're doing on Thursday and Friday. Everyone brought candy and stuffed animals and stuff to school and my theatre friends made 3 cakes for me (with "Happy Birthday" written in Gaelic -- yeah, be jealous). I ate until my head hurt and I thought I was going to puke. I probably doubled my body weight but it was totally worth it.

PLUS, I got to spend some time with my Mom and Rachel  at my two favorite places in the world, Ulta and Olive Garden, and my parents gave me a promise ring. :)