to Beth

To Beth-

I don't know if you'll read this, but I'm sorry I haven't kept up with this blog. Your a great teacher and have been more helpful and inspirational that you probably know. Even if I don't keep posting, I'll see you in a few weeks, and I look forward to it.

:)

meet Vanessa

So, I'm Vanessa, I am a friend of Maggie's. Ok, so I am writing on her blog for the first time. We are at Rich's dorm... wow, I have not been in a dorm since like a year ago.... Anyway, back to the real story.... Maggie is a cool girl, not to mention an awesome friend. Haha she will probably be like DONT hahaha... but it's true, I love her!
Ok. So she says we have to cut it up. Ok.

Cut.

It.

Up.
(See Beth, I do remember what you say. I even teach it to my friends!!)


Up.... I wanna go on a hot air balloon. Maggie says she is gonna go with me. But then again we have to go skydiving first.

However.


She's proofreading my stuff...

O.

M.

G.


hahaha i love her... NOOOOO dont capitalize or put that apostraphe. I dont want it. DON T. haha :)

Kk, I'm done. This was fun :)


Bye, ttyl :)

ok... too many happy faces, but whatev.



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chop chop

I just cut my hair - short. It feels so weird, but I really like it. Here's the first pic of my new 'do.
Momma and the boyfriend approve, so that's good, right? I try and run my fingers through it and can't--that's the strangest feeling. It's hair, it will grow back. And it's perfect for the summer, which is just around the corner (if you haven't read the post before this).

one more week

Is anyone else excited that SCAD only has one more week of classes until is summa-time?



I know my finals are pretty much done. It would be nice if it would stop raining enough for me to enjoy not having a lot of homework though.

Oh, and my boyfriend will be here in two weeks. How nice.

flemington speedway

Like Vanessa and Angela Simmons, I too am a daddy's girl. I adore my father. He's one of my best friends. I'm just like him; I share his nose, his eclectic music taste, and his artistic interest and ability.

Recently, he sent me a link to a website and just wrote "check it out. it's about half the way down."

I looked at the site.

http://www.3widespicturevault.com/FRONT%20PAGE%20STUFF/Flem_Memories_1.htm

It's about a speedway in Flemington, NJ. And my dad is a racing-buff. I've been to more races than I like to admit and probably know more racer's names than any other sport.

So scrolling down, I get to his memory. I'll copy and paste is here, so you can spare yourself the website. And forgive his grammar, punctuation and spelling. I'm the one with the English gene in my family.

Mark Makuch 09/09/08

Dad's Gift In the late 80's after marriage and the birth of our first child, racing trips were far and few between, but one night, I believe 1988, my old racing buddies were making a trip to Flem (as we called it). After getting the "ok" to go I got ready. A racing shirt , the obligatory red bandana for dust, a few bucks ,I turned to leave the house . In saying good bye, my wife said,"it would be really nice to get your daughter a racing shirt or something". Smiling, I kissed them both and off I went. We all piled in one big vehicle and off we went across I 78 into Jersey we went. Pulling off 31 into the lot was always a rush. Throughout the evening, I thought what to get Maggie. Between fast heats, a few brews and food, I wondered throughout the souvenir area. It seemed no one had a shirt that would fit a one year old child. Then I finally spotted the Trenton Mack Table. YES !!! they had one for a small child, heck it even had a "cute" bulldog on it !!! Of course by the time I got home she was asleep, but the next morning, she wanted to know what I got her. Her eyes opened wide at the red shirt with the 704 on it and she slipped it on right away! THANK YOU ,DADDY !!------it was still kinda big on her. My favorite Flemington memory!!

Two final thoughts, the next year, I took her to a race, Williams Grove I believe, and you should have seen the older women looking at my little girl with that racing shirt - the "ahhhhhhhhhhs"! And finally, and sadly, somewhere in her growing up and outgrowing this shirt, we gave it away or it got tossed......... What I would not do to have that little girl back and THAT SHIRT !!

And he wears tye-dye. He is most definetly my father.

dear daddy's girls

Dear Vanessa and Angela Simmons,

Not all of us are blessed with having a rap mogul father and uncle who endowed us with a company and Porsche Cayenne and L.A. condo. I want these shoes of yours.

Because my dad isn't Rev Run and my uncle isn't Russel Simmons, I cannot afford them. I'm a poor college student.

But you should know I love them. I would rock them all the time--with jeans, shorts, sweat pants, whatever. Also, I make a great sister, so if your family wants to adopt a cute little white girl, gimme a call.

Yours truly,

White-girl-wants-Pastry's

oh zane, how i wish i were you

This is Zane Lamprey.






His job is to drink. If you've never seen Three Sheets, you must. It is the ONLY show that I've ever bought an entire season of.

Zane's a comedian. And he enjoys drinking, a lot. He travels the world, going to any city that will have him, and learns their drinking customs, including their hangover cures. It's actually educational because he goes into factories and meets important people, but then gets drunk with them.

When he went to Champagne, France in season one, he got an important champagne connoisseur to chug champagne with him, which is definitely not what you're supposed to do. The champagne man said no to chugging time and time again, but finally Zane got him. They played quarters--a drinking game we're all too familiar with--and Zane won. This champagne connoisseur then chugged his champagne--with a frown across his face.

An unknown channel called MOJO used to host Three Sheets, until the entire channel died at the end of 2008. With the help of many many many fans protesting, Three Sheets was bought by FLN, and will premiere it's fourth season on May 29. Watch it!!!

oh and did I mention this...

I got a new job. I started at Banana Republic today. I already work for the Savannah Movie Tours. What's next? An internship.

Looks like this summer will be mighty busy for me.

But don't worry Beth, I'll still put 110% effort into your class. I'd do anything (well almost anything) for you--even if it means getting up at 7:30am in the summer for your class.

baby olivia

My best friend, Chloe, has a baby girl named Olivia. Chloe calls me all the time and tells me what Olivia has done or started to say, and although it gets repetitive, it bugs me that I'm not there.

I've been best friends with Chloe since we were in sixth grade together. We've had out rough patches, and she's been through a lot, but I love her. Her worst years have been the past three.

All throughout high school, she hardly did anything. Another friend and I did a lot of her work, or stayed on her ass to get it done. Then, a month before graduation, Chloe found out that there was nothing she could do to graduate. It finally hit her. She was devastated, but it was her fault.

She moved on. She didn't come watch us graduate, but it didn't ruin our friendship. Then, I left for Georgia, and I feel that her and my other best friend, Damaris, have gotten closer--and rightfully so. I'm not there all the time, so it's just what happens.

Around this time during my freshman year of college, Chloe called to tell me she was pregnant. That summer she couldn't drink and hardly went out. She started showing right before I went back to school. By the time I came in November, she was huge. I was lucky to be able to be at the baby shower.
A month after I went back to school, Chloe had Olivia. She's now 16 months old; she walks, talks a little, eats people food, the whole nine yards. It seems that Olivia has gotten Chloe's life on track. Last year, Chloe got her high school diploma and has worked harder lately than ever before.

I'm so proud of Chloe and Olivia knows Aunt Maggie loves her. Now only if I could get her to actually say my name.

ugh - my landlord

So I'm not very good at being assertive and strict. And there's been a hole in my ceiling, in my closer for almost a month now. My landlord and the "condo association" guy were supposed to take care of it, and with their lack of communication with each other and me, there's been no progress.

Today, with my boyfriend giving me support to call, I finally called her and told her that nothing's been fixed and it's not my responsibility to find her or this condo guy. She told me she was "shocked," and thought it'd been fixed weeks ago. Right.

My boyfriend told me not to send her my rent until it's fixed. And he's probably right. But I get nervous when I have to be mean to someone "above" me - but I guess she isn't really above me. I pay her my rent, I shouldn't have a hole in my ceiling.

He's right. I shouldn't pay rent until it's fixed. But my landlord is making me feel like it's my fault. I "should have told her it wasn't fixed weeks ago"...really?

google analytics

Weird. There's one person in Missouri reading my blog, five in New York and one in New Jersey. Although I'm from Pennsylvania, I don't know anyone in New Jersey or New York that would read my blog...so whoever you are, where did you come from?

This is totally creepy. Does this mean that every site I go onto knows where I live or where I'm looking at the site from? Too weird, way too weird.

they've done it again

The Plain White T's -- known for Hey There Delilah -- have released another song to make girls swoon. Even though most of their albums have songs that are more pop/rock, it's their acoustic Jason Mraz inspired songs that become number 1's.

Give me more loving than I’ve ever had
Make me feel better when I’m feeling sad
Tell me I’m special even though I know I’m not
Make me feel good when I hurt so bad
Barely getting mad

If you want to check out some of their other music that's not as gushy, listen to Our Time Now. It's my ringtone :) It's a song about living your life, basically. As a young twenty-something, we can all relate.

and I saw it

Yesterday I saw Angels and Demons. I thought it was awesome, and well worth the wait. And although I read the book years ago, I could keep up and it followed the book really well.

But, parts of it were computerized (duh), and it was so obvious. There are a few shots above St. Peter's and it felt like I was looking at a computer screen.

Other than that rant, Tom Hanks was great and so was the movie. Bravo to Ron Howard who adapted Dan Brown's novel so well.

angels and demons

I read it 4 years ago and have anticipated this moment since then. The long novel took me only 3 days to read. And now, this Friday, Angels and Demons is released as a film.

Although Angels and Demons is before The Da Vinci Code, I read the latter first. After The Da Vinci Code was released as a film a few years ago, I've been waiting for the prequel to be released.

And I just read that Dan Brown has a new book, The Lost Symbol, coming out in September - a follow-up of The Da Vinci Code, also featuring Robert Langdon. Although the book is getting a lot of hype, I expect to it be deserved hype. The Da Vinci Code was on the best-seller list for 144 weeks, so I'm sure this one will relate. Brown's website says The Lost Symbol will have a first printing of 5 million copies.

almost summer

Most schools are already out. Not SCAD, but that hasn't stopped me, or anyone else, from enjoying summer activities in Savannah. Most of my friends in Pennsylvania are getting done with school this week or next, but I'm the one enjoying the beach and 90 degree weather.

I'm not rubbing it in anyone's face, but I'm jealous that all my friends are getting done with school, so it's nice to know I have something they want.

I'm still counting down until summer - 3 weeks of classes left - and I can't wait. Summer usually means baseball games, laying out at the pool and going barefoot, but this summer means getting to see my boyfriend more than every four weeks, and it's also the first time all my friends and I will be 21 together. I smile just thinking about it.

i miss you

I miss your smile and your eyes.
I miss the way you make me laugh, which is pretty easy.
I miss the way you open doors for me,
And hold my hand in the car.

I miss the way your hair feels when I run my fingers through it.
I miss waking up to you saying "good morning," as you wrap your legs around me.
I miss the way you brush my hair out of my face,
And when you hold my waist close to yours.

I miss the way you take care of me, even though I'm independent.
I miss the way you sing to me in the car, so unashamed of anything.
I miss the way you try to tease me when you kiss me,
And the way you know exactly what to do to make me happy.

I miss cuddling with you.
I miss the way you look when your on top of me.
I miss watching you do anything and succeeding,
And knowing I'm in good hands.

I miss the look in your eyes when I can tell that you've fallen for me.
I miss not worrying when your going to call because you're by my side.
I miss watching you with you friends, because you look at me with that "I'm-yours" smile,
And I can tell people are jealous because we're so perfect together.

But, what I miss the most, is when you say "I love you Maggie," in person.