something to do

so, hey again, if anyone really reads this... I'm actually blogging because I have nothing to do and idleness, while it's not my preferred devil's playground, is eating away at me. This fact is sad because it's the first day of summer vacation and I'm already bored. So I need suggestions on what to do over the summer. here's what I've been thinking:

• start a KISS cover band
• become a makeup representative that gets to host cool parties
• write a book on how ridiculously ironic my life is
• watch all of the movies on IMDB's 100 best movie list
• learn how to make creme brulee

but none of these things sound very satisfying at the moment. so ideas are welcome. I also need to be memorizing a monologue for an audition and plan my birthday party, but have you ever noticed that when you need to do something and you have nothing to do you just don't prioritize the things you need to do? It really sucks.

I mentioned my birthday party up there. That'll be fun but what's more important is that I'm turning sixteen. A pivotal age in popular culture. I mean, every one's supposed to change the summer between sophomore and junior year and I guess I'll try out some new changes, but that kind of scares me, because I don't really know what I want to change into. Actually, I do usually know this, but I'm just being whiny and pathetic because I'm in a bad mood. So I will write back tomorrow, because really, this cannot be enjoyable for anyone. So, sorry about the incessant pity... I feel like that was just a real world monologue or something equally as heinous.

so second day with the new blog... and I have brought my favorite two year old Nora Grace to type with me. Actually, she's about as favorite as someone in the terrible twos can be. today, today, today.... well I went to bed at like midnight so I woke up and was like ehh, no fantastic outfit today. So I went to my favorite class (not at all), DRAMA, and we actually had an ok time... Last class,we swept sawdust and our teacher told us how slow we were at it. but this class we read this play about a news reporter who gets stalked by this computer nerd and how scary the archetypal boy gets girl plot in culture is... which is why the play is called Boy Gets Girl. The only thing I didn't really like was our teacher reading a character... he gets really into read throughs though, because I think he wants to prove his acting chops to our class, which is not needed. So, after that, I went to english class and fell asleep when we watched Don Quixote so I'm pretty sure my recollection of that movie is a mix between the actual plot and Midsummer Night's Dream, which I'm in at the moment. So I mean, I could possibly write a play about a senile knight wannabe being tormented by fairies and it might work out...or it might be construed as cruel and unusual torture. So then I go to physics, and feel like a genius because I ACTUALLY GET IT. no lie, physics is hard. I mean, my main aspiration is burger flipper, but I guess in this economy I'm gonna have to know at least projectile motion and heat transfer. just kidding. So then I go to Nutrition/ Weight Management. Usually, this class is fantastic because we work out and I get super relaxed, but today... we played soccer. I'm not coordinated. at all. If I were to describe my condition, I would do it like on Intervention.
"M-O-L-L-Y. My name is molly,and I have physical dyslexia"
Do you remember in kindergarten, when your parents were trying to figure out if you were good enough at sports to try one for a few years before you either REALIZED YOU SUCK and quit so you could sit on your couch instead of participating in healthy activities OR someone TOLD YOU you were good and you kept playing and didn't care that you might be really sucky? well my parents put me in soccer first, with my sister, in an indoor league when we first moved to the fantastic Oregon Ozarks ( no lie, our neighbors called each other mother, father, sister and brother). Childhood soccer is possibly the most entertaining thing in the world. Like when 4 people collectively kick the ball into a corner, and then you just stare at it for about 15 seconds before somebody finally gets it out. And AT LEAST once, someone gets hit in the face by a soccer ball.That was chloe. As she likes to tell the story, "this kid, who looked like the kid from the little vampire, kicked the ball,and it hit me,in my front teeth." Oh, childhood sports. I wish you could just kick things like homework or children you babysit into a corner and someone else could take care of it a little while later. I guess you can do that. You'd just be a cheater/ child abuser and the other person would be the spineless nerd in your classes/ Child Services. Ehh, I guess I'll just not resort to childhood athletics. It doesn't seem worth it.

this is weird...it's weird. really weird. effing weird.

so I never considered myself a "blogger." In my mind I use the SNL portrayal of bloggers as being snarky,self involved losers (bitch, please!) but I thought this would be interesting to try. So here it goes. I'm 15, and yes, I do relate to the song by Taylor Swift. I have two younger sisters, Chloe and Nora. Chloe's 12. Nora's 2. it's kind of a big age difference, if you didn't notice. I'm not afraid to admit it, I have more fun being a toddler with Nora than anything else. There is no pressure to be someone else (wow, that's corny). Seriously though, Nora says "I'm just Nora Smithson" and its so true. I'm just Molly Smithson, and that's all I have to be for her, which is nice. Oh, my parents. My mom is pregnant. again. She's amazing though,drives me everywhere, we're really good friends and I tell her everything though, so it's not weird that she's pregnant. I hope that was enough compliments that she doesn't get mad at me for writing this about her. My dad's great too. He's super chill but he's really smart too. I compare every science teacher I have to them because I'm pretty sure it was his destiny to be a science teacher. If I had to make 3 wishes, it would be that my dad became a science teacher, I could learn how to ride a bike without actually learning to ride a bike, and that I could marry Ed Westwick. oh, that's another thing. My obsession is gossip girl. There, I said it. My name is Molly, and I am addicted to a trashy teen show on the CW. I seriously find catharsis in it though. I guess my love is blind. That's basically all there is to me. If you really wanted to get down to my core (wow, the cheesy,blog-esque, obsessed with my own life points just keep going up) there's only 5 things you'd need.
1. Charlie Bartlett- GREAT MOVIE. If you haven't seen it, watch it. When charlie talks to the guy about not killing himself it makes me never want to kill myself (not that I ever did want to kill myself. I love life alot,which is super cheese to say but kind of a long story).
2. It's a Kind of Funny Story by Ned Vizzini (sp.)- So great. It makes me not feel like such a freak for having weird feelings and thoughts, which I do alot. and the last chapter is another why would you ever want to kill yourself thing.
3. "A Beautiful Mess" by Jason Mraz- God this is self centered,but I relate to the girl he's describing so much.
4. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith- This book amazes me because it's so old,and yet I can relate to Francie,the main character, so much. I read it whenever I feel down or off: If I can't sleep or if I'm having guy trouble (random thought: when people talk about guy/girl trouble, doesn't it sound like car trouble? I think these two types of trouble correlate) or if I'm just down.
5. 'Fernando Pando' by The Virgins- such an amazing,simple song. I just love the line where he's freaking out and the girl says "man, I don't want to play around with words, I just want to lay with you." SO TRUE. That's all I want to do with a guy. Just chill and appreciate life (CHEESY). Just have a nice philosophical conversation with nothing about how much life sucks at the moment. just lay with you.
oh my god, I completely forgot my friends. This does make you self centered. alright well
there is:

• AAO: the most amazing person in the world. The Serena Van der Woodsen to my Blair Waldorf. She's Marie Antoinette and I'm Audrey Hepburn. She's Bo, I'm Mo. She does everything so well. except for baking,but I don't hold that against her. She paints, she sings, she designs, she gives sage advice that doesn't feel disdainful but is definitely correct, and she's always been nice,but she's not afraid to gossip like nobody's business. Whenever I talk to her, I feel like a better person.
• ECF: we are basically soulmates... We always have the same school/boy/life problems, yet she always seems to have it more under control,so I just listen to her. I have not recalled a single time when we have fought, because it is impossible with her. like really, she's an amazing dancer AND singer AND actor and she's a hell of a lot smarter than me,and yet she is more grounded than anyone I have ever met. SO GREAT.
• JNB: the most honest person IN MY LIFE. thank you for standing up when I was wrong about the last thing we fought about but couldn't realize it. because I WAS SOOOOO WRONG. and then YOU came and apologized. with me in my pajamas. You are so fantastically relatable (is that a word). I love you and I miss you!
• LKC: IM SO GLAD WE'RE BETTER FRIENDS NOW! like last year, we'd comment on things, and it would be like you knew exactly what I was talking about... and this year we've gotten so much closer and I love it! because you are just so great! like really, you've always been sympathetic with the whole boy problems this year, but then you were honest too. I hope I can be as good a friend as you are to me.
• RCS: I forgot your middle name,because i'm such a crap friend, but I AM SO PROUD OF YOU. you're an amazing friend and dance captain. You always have fantastic guy advice AND I SHOULD LISTEN TO YOU. and WE HAVE NOOOOO SECRETSSSSSS!
• ASM: I am so glad we became friends last year, because what would happen without our message? Seriously. Remember when we fought about the correct usage of derogatory terms for different types of man whores? so great. like really, what would I do without Christopher Hull or Paul Nelson bringing you, me, gaines, and rachel together?
• GBH: really? 7th and 8th grade bus,then 9th grade gym class and you're still not sick of me? how is this possible. You are one of the most honest people I have ever met though, and you are fantastically wise. slightly strange, but I think we're all a little weird.10 DAYS!

that's really all I can write. I'm supposed to be typing a fantastic poem about pyramus and thisbe that I wrote today... just kidding, it's not fantastic. I promise you, this blog will NEVER contain personal poetry.or weird observations on the meaning of life. Just little things. so, yeah. I'm done. I'm going upstairs to read about Abraham Lincoln's cabinet. Oh,yeah, I'm a total nerd. like really, its sad. I'm taking full IB next year and I'm excited. I might need help. Anyways, goodnight.