you are not that ugly.

"Ew, I hate my picture!"

"I'm so doing retakes!"

"OMGosh, your picture looks so much better than mine!"

"Come on, BFF, let's see your picture! Come on! Let me see it! It cannot be as bad as mine!"

bleh.

There are two days of the beginning of the school year that drive me crazier than my newly-teenbop brother on a bad day. Those days happen to be picture day.

Come on, let's be honest. We all know that you absolutely love yourself in that picture. You are the one who curls your hair in perfect curls and had your outfit picked out since the first day of summer. You are the one who double-frosted that caked-on makeup on your petit face so you look like a person I've never seen before. You even wear a nice pair of skinny jeans and your most stylish pair of high heels. Like you can actually see them.
Right before your picture is taken, you pull out your mini mirror, touch up your makeup, cake on luscious lipgloss, and ask the boys standing next to you, "How do I look?"
When you get your ID card, you walk straight to your friends (or at least someone who will respond the way you want them to) and say the quoted sentences above (beginning of this post).

And then there's me.

Eh, I should probably wear a shirt... yeah, that could be good....

NAH, just joking with ya. I wear a shirt that is one step fancier than a t-shirt. I only wore a skirt today because it happened to be Wednesday (aka Temple Day). I straightened my hair- not to fancy and not to plain. I put on the amount of makeup that the above person would consider it to be the equivalent of being naked.

I get my picture taken.
Grab ID card.
Wait for class to finish.
Pretend to listen to people get mad about their picture.
Go back to class.

Now I can check out a book from the school library.
Avec Amour,
Maddiey
post script: I got a letter from "Army Man" (aka Breton) today. Whoop whoop.

I'm going (most likely)!

here we go again.

So... it being the first day of school, why don't I just tell you about myself (because that's what the first week of school is all about).

Hey. I'm Maddiey. Maddiey Beardall. I like photography. I like to read. 

I didn't have one thought (well, maybe one...) about lying/cheating in get-to-know-you bingo this year (hmm... oh yeah I play football... uh-huh...)

My teeth ache terribly because apparently I am stressed about the first day of school and I didn't even let my Self know (I grit my teeth when I am nervous or completely focused... it's possibly one of my favorite traits about myself).

 I freaked out a sophomore by telling her about my obsession with Nicholas Sparks/ The Notebook as well as my favorite actor, Tom Hanks. Oh I also told her my favorite memory was laying on a public walkway. (I almost seriously put "good times" after that, but that drives me nuts and I don't feel like sounding like "Wentzy" No, not now)

I walked into PreCalc Honors and had to remind my Self that smart people take smart classes like PreCalc Honors (unless your me, and then you are just one of those stupid people who think they can take smart classes).

I FINALLY finished my summer honors english homework. (Note: It is the first day of school. Yup, procrastinator is my middle name.)

I love to write, although I'm not very good at it. If I knew how to paint, I would be a lovely painter. I love to sing, sometimes in the shower. I am insanely white for August.

My first happy thought about school: I can't wait to see Avery Taylor (As in I-don't-know-you-very-well-and-I-can't-explain-why-I-am-excited-to-see-you. Sorry, Avery, if that creeps you out. It's not supposed to be that way... It's a compliment...)

Second happy thought: I can't wait to see Mme Winkleman!

Basically, I can't wait to go to French.

I kinda want to be more than friends.
Avec Amour,
Maddiey
15 Pebbles

confusion and boiled blood.

i don't understand.

In the search of my true identity, I have found myself to be more relaxed and care free about the little things, like little imperfections that are in each of us. I have let go of pathetic arguments (for the most part, anyway) and I've learned it's okay to state my opinion and stand up for myself. I try to not let the little things boil my blood.

i am chill(ier).

I've been care free for long enough that now... I don't understand how people loose there temper so quickly over things that don't matter. It comes as a shock to me and I become confused. Now I am not saying that I am perfect and never loose my temper quickly about such things. When I do something of the crazy manor, I find my Self confused with what I've done.    


When they tell you you're crazy, they are paying you a compliment.


post script: I was very fortunate to be a part of an Alice in Wonderland day. Rabbit Hole, Croquet, and yes- a TEA PARTY.

A VERY MERRY UNBIRTHDAY TO YOU, my friends.