| My name's Mae and I've taken an infatuation with writing. It'll mostly be essays about philosophical or sociological matters and events that trigger thought. Along with writing, I've become very interested with thinking, just thinking. I also love reading, mostly teen literature. I'm also involved color guard, running, and academics. My more quirky interests include the comforts of retail therapy, teen magazines, pink nail polish, blasting the radio, movies that make me cry, overdosing eye makeup, four pound containers of twizzlers, stomping in peep-toe pumps down school halls, being out on summer nights, Victoria's Secret sales so I can buy Sweet Daydream perfume, and visting high-fashion magazine websites with the aspiration to one day become a fashion director. "Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever. The End." - Moulin Rouge |
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Just because she's single...Let’s get some stuff straight.Just because she's single...
Just because a girl is single does NOT mean she’s available.
She may be open to possibilities, and when I say open, I mean she’s, ha ha, open to possibilities.
But that does NOT mean she’s available.
Do you know what that means? That means she will do everything a girlfriend does, everything, except she will not constantly nag you for your attention, she will not follow you around like a lovesick puppy, and she will not wait hours upon endless hours for your calls or texts for a ten-minute sucky conversation. She will not be ignored when you
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The Sun's Still OutIt was one of those very uncommon days that I spend my common days looking forward to. No, I wasn’t looking forward to going out with friends or anticipating a call from a boy grasping my affections, I wasn’t looking forward to a vacation or a special recognition at an award ceremony. Nothing, I already knew, was going to happen this summer day. Nothing important.The Sun's Still Out
But I looked forward to these days when I am overwhelmed with responsibilities. Days I can stay in my room and look outside the window. Today was the kind of day I look forward to.
It was 6:34 in the afternoon, but it felt like two, like the day w
by ~permanent-remarker
Welcome To High School: Ch. 3I stop walking for a second so I can rummage through my purse for the keys to my car and a pair of aviators. I find the aviators and put them on my head. I eventually found my keys. I keep walking, clack, clack, clack.Welcome To High School: Ch. 3
A few people I know start coming up to me. I brace myself.
One of them is Ciara, she’s an overexcited, over-energetic freshman who complimented my earrings during homeroom on the first day of school. Even though I only said thank you, she kept talking. She went from earrings to jewelry to jewelry shops to shopping to shopping in Florida to her Florida vacation trip over the summer to Disney World
by ~permanent-remarker
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- Current Residence: Not in New York City
- Interests: Fashion industry, color guard, academics, philosophy, kool-aid, teeth whitener, cartoons, water.
- Favourite movie: Moulin Rouge, Slumdog Millionaire, Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella, Breakfast At Tiffany&a
- Favourite band or musician: Lady GaGa
- Favourite genre of music: Techno-pop, hip-hop
- Favourite style of art: Conceptual
- Personal Quote: "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." - Moul
- Tools of the Trade: Pink nail-polished fingers and an often-abused keyboard.
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