tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307149323330693252024-02-07T06:04:31.900-06:00Speak Lowmagicgrapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263618846945163556noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30714932333069325.post-69065229561539538102013-04-09T20:42:00.002-05:002013-04-09T20:42:43.162-05:00MasQUEERade and healing<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was so excited for the second chance prom on Saturday to make up for the terrible, terrible senior prom I had. No, this prom wasn't perfect or everything that I wanted from my <i>real</i> prom, but I made an important realization- I am finally the person I wanted to be this time last year. I was in a difficult situation last year around prom time, but I made it even more miserable for myself. This time I danced like an idiot and realized that that's what I was really missing out on. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">At 9, a friend came over and helped me pick out an outfit and helped me curl and pin my hair up and do this really fantastic glittery makeup</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then I went to the dance with my friend, Cesar, and we met up and danced with some other friends of ours and some people I didn't know. It's okay because one of the guys called me a "badass bitch in charge," so I am a fan. Anyway, we danced for two hours and the music was awesome and we all scream-sang to Thrift Shop and it was perfect. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was looking at the music with my friend and there was this other girl looking at it and I introduced myself to her because I had seen her before. Then I got them to play Wannabe and I asked this girl, Steph, to dance and I was so awkward *facepalm* but later I told her my last name and she added me on Facebook. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yay, so the dance was really great and I just danced like I haven't danced in a really long time and I'm glad I went. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then yesterday, I called my ex and we talked about a lot of things that we had been needing to talk about for most of our relationship. It was sad and I just sat on the roof and sobbed for a lot of the call, but I finally feel solid about where we are and our future. I feel like I can move on now and have closure, so that is a great feeling. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And today, Steph and I went to get coffee and talked for two hours and it was reallly awesome and she is so cute and I don't even know what to do with myself. So, that's a good sign. </span></div>
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<br />magicgrapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263618846945163556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30714932333069325.post-82866187749554909562013-03-05T11:24:00.000-06:002013-03-05T11:24:12.241-06:00Right in the feels<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">There are four more school days until spring break and it feels like six months of work between now and then. I'm overwhelmed and overworked and too tired. My ex texted me last night and I have finally reached the anger stage of my post breakup grieving period. I'm so angry. She's so much more beautiful than when we were dating and she's over me and I'm not over her and all I want to say to her or anyone is <i>fuck you</i>. Yeah, I broke up with her, and now I'm gonna be mad about it. I'm angry because I feel like I'm losing, in love, in friendship, in life. There's so much there right below the surface and I need a fucking break. I don't know how I got here, but there's a thin line between sad and lonely, and deeply bitter. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Some songs: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_nTjn1yJp0w">We Used to Wait</a> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">•</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFVxGRekRSg">Heartbeat</a> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">• </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=01QA90IuOYY"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Shout</span></a>magicgrapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263618846945163556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30714932333069325.post-90393641979213106492013-02-19T10:06:00.001-06:002013-02-19T10:19:36.177-06:00Whatever<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Obviously regular blogging is not my forte, but I wanted to let you guys (the blogger family) in on some things in my life. I was inspired by Natalie, so here is a list:</span><br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm playing Quidditch now and I suck so much but it's still really fun</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I had a birthday</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I cracked my iPhone screen into lots of pieces so that I would have a use for my birthday money</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I saw a guy on tumblr get the Taco Bell "Live Mas" motto tattooed on his arm</span></li>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And now the heavy stuff. My girlfriend and I have been broken up for just over two weeks and it continues to be a roller coaster of emotion every single day. I was getting to the point where I liked where we were and I liked texting every couple of days, but we talked on the phone for the first time in two weeks and ended up crying. Every time a conversation lasts too long, we break up all over again and it's killing me. I broke up with her so that I could enjoy my time at college and figure out some important things about myself (especially inevitably changing my major) and I was doing okay with that at first. But this being friends to not speaking to being somewhere in the grey thing is really getting too hard on me. I called my mom after that phone call and said that I didn't feel like I had made the right choice and that I should take her back, but I'm still single. I have to move on to heal, but I want to be with her and it's hard to know that the things that I want to change about our relationship won't change. I can't fold a map and bring her closer to me and I can't make her parents accept who she is and who I am. I love her with my whole heart, but I know I did this and she makes sure that I know that. I don't want to lose my best friend and even though it's temporary in my mind and I do believe that I'll want to be with her in the future, right now I have to let go completely and I am just having a hard time.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">P.S. If you haven't seen<a href="http://front.moveon.org/this-hidden-camera-footage-of-a-gay-couple-in-texas-will-shock-you/"> this video</a>, it was truly touching. </span></div>
magicgrapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263618846945163556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30714932333069325.post-74178730395847662392012-11-14T19:02:00.000-06:002012-11-14T19:02:41.568-06:00Almost homeI'm ready to go back to my house and my family and my girl. I'm ready to sleep and eat and watch Adventure Time. Arabic is hard and there's a lot of homework and a lot of breakdowns have been had. Kul shay' min assaab. I'm just talking to my girlfriend and rolling around and listening to Le Loup and watching movies about winter and things.magicgrapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263618846945163556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30714932333069325.post-50315895429675710922012-10-19T23:26:00.000-05:002012-10-19T23:26:33.134-05:00HomecomingI should've gone home for my high school homecoming. My girlfriend won homecoming queen and I had to hold back tears when my mom told me because I am so so sad that I wasn't there. I'm so proud of her and I know that she deserves it more than anyone ever in the world, and so many wonderful things happened to her tonight and everyone is just so proud and loving. And I wish I could've been there to hug her and cry because she's so beautiful and I wish that I could say "EVERYBODY, SHE'S MY GIRLFRIEND" and I just love her so much and I don't know what to do. I love her and this distance is killing me because I don't want to miss a thing. And I just need a hug.magicgrapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263618846945163556noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30714932333069325.post-45149637471803587782012-10-02T15:01:00.000-05:002012-10-02T15:01:30.675-05:00Keep moving forwardI got an email from my academic advisor saying it's time to make appointments to be advised on classes for next semester, so shit. I went to a meeting about this interdisciplinary program that will let me get a certificate and take some cool classes, so I'm trying to decide if I want to do the conflict resolution branch or the human rights and social justice branch. But then for funnies, I decided to look at non profits and various organizations that I may want to intern for in college and I feel very frustrated because none of them are exactly what I want. I don't know what I want. But three hours ago, I had some idea of what I wanted- that if I apply to the human rights and social justice branch that I am definitely decided on, I will have all the skills I need to be a valuable participant of the human rights organization that is perfect for me. Now, I feel lost. I know that I don't have to know right now, but I want to get started. I really just want to work at Disney World and travel and not do anything.<br />
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If anyone has any suggestions of cool organizations, that would be awesome. If anyone can direct my life goals, also appreciated.magicgrapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263618846945163556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30714932333069325.post-87657104077220638012012-08-31T21:30:00.003-05:002012-08-31T21:30:22.131-05:00First week of college in pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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magicgrapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263618846945163556noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30714932333069325.post-33642586773481262902012-08-24T01:27:00.000-05:002012-08-24T01:27:49.099-05:00Plot Twist<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I leave for college tomorrow. I'm feeling sad. I cried when I said goodbye to my best friend, Josh. My girlfriend came over and cried a lot and we sobbed together and I think it's going to be okay. People are leaving and I feel like I need to leave. And I don't know why the universe decided to sell our house the day before I leave. My mom hurriedly looked at and made an offer on a house that was accepted today and the inspectors came and said our house gets the okay. My mom and brother have to leave by the 26th of September and she said she would do all of my packing for me. So not only is this the last night in my own bed in my hometown, but also probably the last night in this house that we've lived in for five years. And I just found out today and I'm trying to process and I am just leaving stuff on the floor for my mom to pick up after I leave because I am so overwhelmed.</span>magicgrapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263618846945163556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30714932333069325.post-24907998990748481682012-08-01T00:22:00.000-05:002012-08-01T00:25:42.115-05:00Important Post<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> So really, what the deal is with me here is that I have a girlfriend- as in I am dating a girl in a very loving and committed *secret* relationship. I don't know if I am bisexual or a lesbian, but I do exclusively feel attracted to humans, so I'd prefer not to label myself any more than that because I'm just not sure. But I love this girl. We've been dating for more than eight months now and aside from the blogger family people that I've told, about six irl friends (including my mom) knew about us <i>until recently</i> (see paragraph below). We have a very strong relationship because a lot of the time, we're the only people we have and that sucks, but it also builds a trust that I’ve never had before. We are open about so much because we're both growing in our beliefs morally and spiritually and socially and we're growing together, which I love. We have gone through so much pain this year because we're hiding our relationship and because of the backlash from that. I made a post early on last semester about my friends being bitches and essentially, I lost three of my best friends because one of them told the other two that I was a lesbian and that I'm dating my girlfriend (true facts, folks) but the catch is that none of them bothered to ask me, so they just said horribly rude, inappropriate, and beyond hurtful things behind my back. And several of my girlfriend's friends joined in on that gossip and we have both been trying to cope. I started going to therapy after spring break solely to deal with that situation. The two of us have made several good friends during this process, but it was still really indescribably beyond hurtful that my best friends didn't say goodbye to me at graduation and that they betrayed my trust in the worst way and that I didn't get to tell them about this happy thing in my life the way I wanted to, instead they hypocritically gossiped about me and made me feel like shit because I'm dating someone that I care about and didn't let them have a say. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> The reason it's been so super secret is because we have been trying so hard to keep her conservative parents from finding out. Somehow last weekend, they found out. I was on my way to San Antonio and she called me in the car sobbing to tell me that her parents somehow know that we’re in a relationship and that they’re “devastated”. We don’t know how they found out or what they know really, but it’s just horrible. This is the event that we have been trying to prevent since before we even started dating and it happened without any warning and there was nothing we could do. They just said “we know for a fact that you’re in a romantic relationship with Maggie” and my girlfriend just cried and her parents cried. They still love her, which is something to be relieved about, but their relationship is so different because they really think she’s going to hell. I can’t help but feeling guilty. Since then, I’ve been allowed to see her, which we didn’t think would really happen. So, some things went better than expected, but my girl is having a hard time with her whole family. Things are weird and awkward and her dad told her that he is “really grieving”. For a few days, her mom hardly looked at her and it was heartbreaking. Her biggest fear is disappointing her family and it’s hard to think that they aren’t disappointed. It’s hard to hear her say things like “nobody deserves to have a queer daughter” when I know that’s not true and a big part of why she’s saying that is because of her parents’ beliefs and reaction to this situation. She just really needs her parents’ and her brother’s love and support and acceptance and as they’re trying to deal with this news, she’s feeling more alone than ever and it’s hard on both of us. On top of this, I felt a huge pressure to tell my dad and brother when I was totally not ready- not that that’s ever easy. They both pretty much knew, but telling my dad was the hardest thing I have had to do. Now that all of our families know, I’m hoping that with time, things will look up and we can stop living under the stress of keeping this relationship hidden. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Needless to say, this has been a difficult year- the hardest I've had to go through by far. I've got my girlfriend and my mom and now my dad and brother and the other couple of people who know and who I can trust, but it is still a lonely road a lot of the time. So I feel a huge weight being lifted off of my shoulders by telling you guys and I really hope (and strongly believe) that I won't change in any of your eyes. I'm glad I'm part of this family and I know that I can trust you all and know where to turn when things get rough. Love to everyone, Maggie</span></div>magicgrapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263618846945163556noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30714932333069325.post-90806794972723631812012-07-12T21:39:00.000-05:002012-07-12T21:39:05.659-05:00Craft post- Flower Crowns<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I was inspired randomly to make a flower crown, so I used Delightfully Tacky: DIY (http://www.delightfully-tacky.com/2012/02/diy-faux-flower-crown.html) For instructions and inspiration. </div>
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I was originally looking at Lana Del Rey crowns, but I opted for something a little more dainty and fairy-like.</div>
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<a name='more'></a>I finally got a job (a second job at that) and I thought that would fix everything, but I just feel overwhelmed. It's my dad's vacation this week and I'm working and volunteering and I won't be able to make my dance class because I have other stuff going on and I feel like I won't have anytime with him. I bend over backwards to spend time with him, even if it's just going to the store, but when I can't do something, he's so passive aggressive. He pushed it on me that we aren't doing anything fun this week- that I didn't want to. No, Dad, you just played fucking World of Tanks instead of getting your shit together to plan a vacation. My best friend leaves for two weeks in Ecuador next week and I want to spend time with her this week, but I realized that the whole summer shrunk in my hand and it's not that I want to spend time with her before she leaves, I want to spend time with her before I move away. There's not enough time. I can't do everything and be everywhere with everyone and it's tearing me apart to choose. I can't prioritize people that I care about like this. Whoever said the summer after senior year is the longest summer of a person's life was dead wrong.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I wish that I would've worked out more of the emotional process of leaving when I graduated because I let it sit and now it's surfacing in exhausting emotional spasms. My therapist took a new job at the end of the school year and I figured it would all get easier and I would be able to handle it on my own, but I am drowning. My emotional policy is to just leave the baggage and keep going, but I've hit a road block. Truth is, this was the hardest school year, no, hardest year of my life. Three of my best friends for my high school career left me on graduation day without saying goodbye or anything at all. They turned against me and said heartless and hurtful things for their own egos and I have never felt so isolated. I made new friends out of that, yes, but it was one of the hardest experiences I've had to go through and one that I battled all semester. I thought I would be so happy to leave that all behind, but it's still with me, adding onto the baggage that I'm sorting through. The people that I hate, the people that I love. I've dreamed ever since I remember that I would just leave everything- drop what I was doing and sell all my stuff and just get on the next plane to anywhere without telling anyone. I would call the people I love from pay phones in European countries or write them a postcard. I realize now that I've been dreaming that for so long because that's the one thing I can't do. I like I can't free my mind from the things I've been through and my fears and the people I hold so tightly to. I can't let go. </span>magicgrapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263618846945163556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30714932333069325.post-91092231334585623132012-06-19T23:07:00.001-05:002012-06-19T23:08:02.243-05:00A whirlwind<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's my third week of summer and I don't know how that happened. First week was UT orientation and it was so great and I got so stoked and met new friends. And last week, I spent a good portion of it taking my room down and putting stuff in boxes so it could be staged because we're trying to sell our house. I've been trying to get a job and no one is hiring and the people that are hiring are so scatterbrained and disorganized about it that I might not even get a paycheck until mid July. </span><br />
<a name='more'></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">On top of that, I feel so angsty and sooo lonely. All of the friends that I retained at the end of graduation are on vacation or about to go, or just busy. My best friend and I were going to spend this summer together doing all the things we've wanted to do, but between her job and her vacation and my eventual job (maybe) and then band camp for her in August, we have barely any time. My brother and I are staying at my dad's house for a month. I feel like I have to schedule these hypothetical work hours and these hypothetical lunch dates and movies, etc., around family bonding time because I know I'm leaving in August, but my brother plays video games all day and only leaves the house when I take him to Best Buy and my dad gets home and goes on a jog and then plays World of Tanks with his friends on Skype, just like my brother. I feel lonely, unemployed and I feel like I'm wasting my summer.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I've been wanting to start Rosetta Stone for Arabic since I installed it on my laptop, but I figured I would do it this summer and I haven't opened it once. I took a ballet class at my old studio yesterday and it was amazing and I felt wonderful. I went and helped little kids play the violin and got to chill with some cool old orchestra bros and that was so fun. I go and have lunch with my best friend, which brightens my day exponentially. But if I just sit at home, thinking I have plenty to do to be productive, I inevitably end up wanting to lay on the floor and cry. And today I did, and my dad made me feel stupid and I feel stupid and angsty and I just asdfahlwrek</span>magicgrapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263618846945163556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30714932333069325.post-26249308011714837722012-01-02T23:04:00.000-06:002012-06-19T23:08:17.878-05:00I don't feel any different<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I go back to school tomorrow to start my last ever semester of high school. My mom keeps asking me questions about college and if I'm so excited, and I really am, but I just feel stuck. I have so much I want to do and so much that I don't want to leave behind and I'm not ready to live this next semester fully in the present like I want to.</span><br />
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I'm so excited to be part of this blogger family! I've been wanting to blog for a while, but I've been busy. So busy, in fact, that all writing has stopped. No journal entries or letters have been written in so long, so I'm starting new and I'm starting here. Today I want to: </div>
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<li>Be with Emily </li>
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<li>Take a bubble bath </li>
<li>Make some money </li>
<li>Figure out what the hell an integral is </li>
<li>Workout </li>
<li>Do anything</li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">but starting something feels good too.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Love</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"> Maggie</span>magicgrapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16263618846945163556noreply@blogger.com3