Accidentally Hilarious.

I feel at a loss for blog topics. I chased my dog around the house for about 5 minutes for no reason today. She was really pooped afterward. No really. She pooped on the kitchen floor a few minutes after I stopped chasing her. Bazinga. See what I mean? I guess the thoughts most pressing on my mind as of late - scratch that, as of a while now - are that I feel as though my life keeps coming to the same roadblocks. And not even roadblocks, because these things don't stop me, they're just not pleasant things to come to. Over and over again. I would just really like for things to go my way for once. You can say, "Oh Molly, you shouldn't let these things get you down," or "Shouldn't you know how to act in these situations if you've been in them before?" but it's not that easy, sir or madam. You see, I invest myself into things, emotionally. Very much. I can't even think of how to write about this, it's sort of a difficult thing to touch on...

I did something drastic this week. I don't know if it was because I wanted to prove to myself that I can be impulsive or spontaneous, or if it was just because I wanted a change. Perhaps it was a bit of both. Either way, I'm not thrilled with the outcome. I chopped off all my hair. I said, "Mom, I want to get a haircut." And so she did what she's always done when I say those words - she called the Hair Depot and set up an appointment for me in an hour. I knew that I either wanted to get bangs, or just to lop everything off. Poof. Gone. Dammit, if I'm going to get a haircut, I'm going to get a haircut. Now, the following is going to seem like a plea for compliments, for you to tell me that it looks great or that I'm so pretty whenever it is that you first see me. I promise you, it is not that in any way, shape or form. This is me simply expressing my current distaste with my state of...head. So please don't take pity on me. I don't need it. (But...

Sometimes I wonder how things work. What am I doing that isn't good enough? Sometimes I think I know the answer to that question. Other times I am completely baffled. This isn't really something into which I want to go into great detail, especially with a bit alcohol in me from an evening of birthday celebration, but I can't help but think that I will never meet the standards of this place. I know that in many ways, I am better than most. Call me pompous, I don't care. I'm not saying I'm better than everyone at everything so take that you sons'a-bitches, but in one aspect, I am good, and very good at that. But that isn't enough. So, boo, to that, I guess. Sleep is taking over now. Lights out. Peace. Molly

A montage. In words and pictures. A nice dinner with the cast of Spelling Bee. Molly: Guys. Guys. Harry Potter started 6 minutes ago. And I'm not there. Apparently the word "there" was really hilariously pronounced. Mid-drink, Dustin shoots water out of his nose at the word "there." Dustin and Molly go into uncontrollable fit of laughter. More laughter. Temporarily slowing.. Molly: Dustin, let's pretend something sad just happened and we're crying, not laughing. *......two seconds of solemn faces.....* False. Molly: Dustin, why are you holding your ears? Trying to hide my face from the cameras. Trying to eat while laughing is hard... Shelbi comes over to take a picture of me because I am entertaining. And we're friends. (I would think that is another reason for a picture...) Shelbi puts her arms on my shoulders. Where do my hands go? Should I put them on her hands? Then I would look like an awkward Pterodactyl... Should I put them at my sides? Then I...

I drew a flamingo. It started out as a squiggly line, and then of course I saw a flamingo in it and kept with it. Shocking.

Things I did today: Made up a dance, and performed it in front of people. Learned a hip hop dance with a "crew", filmed it, and it was awesome. Opened a show. Went to Perkins with the cast of said show. Missed the Harry Potter premiere. Laughed hysterically, because a friend blew water out of his nose laughing at me. The previous statement lasted for about a half hour. I couldn't stop the laughter. I had tears streaming down my face. Got kicked out of Perkins (sort of) for being too loud. Got stared down by other patrons of Perkins as we walked to the front of the building. Was told by waitress that my baby cry was awesome. ("Who brings a baby to Perkins at midnight, honestly?? *insert baby cry*") Sang to Sara Bareilles. Re-enacted Close Talkers. Stood in a men's urinal (posing for a picture with 3 other boys with matching shirts). Squealed when the automatic flush of the urinal went off. Banged my head against the faucet while trying to wash my face. (Hang...

Come see this show!!!

Wal-Mart is a funny place. It's also a fun place to go on adventures. Especially late at night. But only if you're with other people. Otherwise it's just scary and a little weird. Tonight I went to the new and improved (oxymoron: can something new be improved if it has never existed until now?) Wal-Mart to find some Cold from Hell battling supplies. My two friends and I were in the medicine aisle trying to find AirBorne, Ricola, and Throat Coat, and we kept losing each other by walking down a few aisles, so one of us would call out "Marco-" waiting to hear "-Polo" from the lost person. After a few of these exchanges, I thought a bit, and said, "You know, playing Marco Polo at Wal-Mart at night isn't the best idea, because you will say 'Marco' and about 20 guys are going to turn and go, 'What?'..." My friends burst into uncontrollable laughter and we all looked drunk for about 5 minutes, just doubling over laughing in the med...

I would just like to briefly describe to you what is going on in my house right now: My dog Foxy is barking her eyes out (as she does) for no apparent reason whatsoever. When I went to go tell her to be quiet, she laid her head down on the ground and started rolling around making grunting noises. My dog Haley (a German Shepard, you know, the protector dog), is following me around like a baby duck because my mom isn't home, and when Mom isn't home, Haley doesn't know what to do with herself because, obviously, the world may explode at any minute and she needs to be sitting at someone's feet when that happens. My cat Elmo is sitting under a chair in the dining room, where he often does, leaning his head on one of the rungs of the chair, and every so often he'll sit up and wharf (that's H-Warf) as if he's going to barf everywhere, but it turns out he just was choking himself on the rung of the chair. My house is weird.

It's funny. I just read through my first month of blogs, and didn't recognize the person who wrote them. I must black out when I blog. Hang on, let me pinch me, to make sure I'm awake. Yep. Definitely awake. And yes, I did actually pinch myself. No fakies, here. All right, time for an actual paragraph. As I was perusing the history of this blog, I was just astounded and intrigued at how fluent I am in writing. I actually laughed out loud to myself as if I had never seen the words before, never heard the stories. Who is this person? Why can't I write like that? But I can. And I do. It's just that I can't speak as fluently as I write. I think that when I tell stories verbally, my brain runs much faster than my mouth, and my mouth tries to catch up, so what ends up happening is a jumbly-bumbly mess of incoherent language that I make believe is a story, going off on irrelevant tangents and stumbling over words, almost as if I have speakers' block. By the time I ...

Merry Christmas, y'all. At least that's how I feel this week. I went to the mall with Kyle and Richard today, and I was sort of anxious to see if the Halloween Store was still there because I wanted to get this Bee costume for a musical advertisement (pronounced: adver-tees-ment) video for which we have an idea, but to my dismay, it had been turned into a Christmas store, called "Holi Decor". Clever. I enjoy sushi. This is going to be short compared to my previous blogs. For the first time in a rather long stretch of time, there is a little unsettling-ness going on in my family. Hopefully it'll get better very soon. Otherwise, well, we'll just have to somberly deal with it when/if it happens. I WANT CREPES. With Nutella. NOM. I drank some tea today. Like, 2 whole mugs of it. My nose dripped all day yesterday, and I've been feeling a little scratchy, but not too bad, and what with the show coming up in a few weeks, I'd like to nip this thing in the bud ...

Hello, my 4 Followers. I shall call you my Following 4. Or, just F4 for short. And anyone reading this who isn't a member of this site and doesn't follow me, you will be the Outsiders. But special nonetheless. Thanks for reading, y'all. I just got back from a very interesting night of video gaming. It wasn't Halo or GTA or anything hardcore like that, just Mario Kart and Party for Wii. Let me tell you a little bit about myself and video games... I've never really been too big into them. When I was little, we had an original Nintendo system and games such as Duck Hunt, Super Mario Bros. 2 & 3, and Tetris, and over time we accumulated others like Kirby and this weird Sesame Street game. My dad was way more into it than I was, he would sit in the basement where the console was and play Tetris during his lunch break. I would sit upstairs and listen to the little boop-ing noises coming from the basement until he came back up and left again for work. Then one day, I s...

So, speaking of being a "prisoner of hope"... (Look at me, going on a blogging RAMPAGE, two in two days!) I should be sleeping right now, but I can't sleep. I am a prisoner of my own mind. I thought I had things pretty under control as far as keeping my emotions in check, but some of the bad ones are starting to get loose and make me feel less happy than I would like to be. But this is only today. One step backward is no big deal. It just makes me wonder if I'm okay, or if I'm only pretending to be okay. Like tricking my mind into thinking I'm okay, but really, ... well, I'm not. Is the general point of this statement. Fragment. Boogers. Okay. So apparently these bad emotions are sneaking out and making me weird(er than usual), as well. But seriously. How am I ever to know if I'm really okay, or if I'm just faux okay? (For all you uni-linguists out there, that means "Fake" in French.) What if when I really feel okay, it's really just...

So, here I sit, watching the news with my parents, feeling slightly dejected due to the results of the election that took place this 2nd day of November, 2010. I feel slightly dejected due to other recent events, bu t I won't go into great detail about that. To help me cope with this recent misfortune, I've turned to my good friend, music. A few months ago, while randomly searching the music section of Best Buy, I bought Sara Bareilles' new album, Kaleidoscope Heart . I enjoyed her first album, but when I put this record in my CD player, my ears exploded with pure, unadulterated musical bliss. This record is incredible. Although all the songs are great in their own right, my favorite tracks are "The Light," "Basket Case," and "Let the Rain," which fall right next to each other on the album, and also the title song "Kaleido scope Heart" gave me an eargasm when I first listened to it, and I'll admit, I still eargasm when I hear it....