Tick Tock Tick Tock..

I'm not sure if this day could go by any slower.. It's only been an hour and I've already blogged twice..

Mallory is obviously nervous.

Heh.

When asked, I said no.

I lied.

I'm not going to be alive much longer, I know it.

2 hours, 41 minutes till I will sit (or lay) face to face with Dr. Korman.

It will all be over with 7 minutes after it starts. The doctor has a way with rushing in, saying something totally weird & making you feel uncomfortable, debriefing on your problem, ignoring your questions then rushing out.

I don't know how long this appointment will last.

Maybe 8 minutes.

I'm a bit nervous. And hungry.

I've decided that I should spend my time wisely at work by blogging.

I'm really hungry.

He said he liked my hair. It makes me look fun.

My mom said my hair looked cute. And that I have naturally curly hair. (??)

They're only saying those things because I'm dying of cancer.

I laugh everytime I see this picture. I see this picture alot because it's my desktop background.

It's funny.

It's funny cuz it's probably true.

I so got her..

I got her so good.

Good Night.

not sure.

I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
I remember december
And I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
What the hell do you want?

Suprisingly Upsetting.

I went up to the office this evening to see what I could do to help with the overwhelming/massive order that is currently being filled. I learned that my help was not needed among other things..

He and I were "talking mess" to one another, as usual, usually no hard feelings...

Usually no hard feelings.........

Until someones parent gets involved.

Some time during our meaningless discussion, he called me a prostitute. Before I had a chance to respond, a third party joined in...

I'm thinking the "third party" was trying to "soften the blow" for me. Make me feel better. (about my night job, heh)

Third Party: Aahh <>

"Mallory would make a good prostitute".

*ENTIRE PARTY*: Laughter that lasted exactly 3 minutes and 23 seconds. I could have heard an "Ooohhh" and a "That's F*d Up", but I'm not sure.

Normally, having everybody in the room laughing AT me (not with me) wouldn't have caused me to freeze. I'm usually pretty good at just laughing things off..

But the level of awkwardness was increasing so quickly, I was speechless, and I'm sure the look on my face was close to upsetting..

Don't worry, the "third party" makes another attempt to spare my feelings..

I really don't feel comfortable sharing with my readers what the "third partys'" words of encouragement were, but I will say..

The "third party" explained/listed MORE THAN FIVE reasons why "Mallory would make a good prostitute."

Ya.. Pretty much..

I pretended like the "third party" made me feel better..

But I actually felt like taking a few showers then going to church Sunday morning..

This should teach me to stay away from the office when I'm not getting paid.

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How does one become a prostitute?

The Truth Comes Out.

Although I have had a crazy & eventful 2 weeks, they're not entirely to blame for my recent tardiness. I'm sure many have been asking lately:

Where's Mallory?

Wasn't Mallory supposed to be at work at 10? (or 1)

Where's the greeting card girl?

Why is my daughter taking so long to come when I call her in my room?

Did my mom forget to feed me today?

How does one become as pretty/cute/funny/awesome as Mallory? (heh)

I'm sure there were more..

Fortunately, I have good news.. That being the picture I posted with this entry..

It's a puzzle.

That I've been working on.

I spent the most time on it when i was supposed to be somewhere..

Hate me if you want to.

Don't care where you think you've been,
and how you're getting over
If you think you've got me down
Just wait it gets much colder

Here I am,
As perfect as i'm ever gonna be
You'll see
Love me for me
Stick around,
I'm not the kinda girl you wanna leave
You'll see
Love me for me

What's a du-rag?

A do-rag, also spelled doo-rag or durag is a simple piece of cloth tied at the back, used to cover the head.

From the 1930s to the 1960s, they were used by African-American men to hold chemically processed hair-dos in place while they slept. Originally they were made from pieces of handkerchief or women's stockings, now they are made from polyester. Do-rags resurged as a fashion trend among urban youth in the 1970s and 1990s. Typically, do-rags are black, but can be worn in other colors. Do-rags are also regularly used to maintain cornrowed hairstyles.

The history of the do-rag is most notably attributed to Civil War era slaves, but its first appearance seems to predate that time. It is, however, most closely associated with Afro-American culture because the slaves brought that style with them from their native lands.

Hip hop artists such as Tupac Shakur, LL Cool J, Ja Rule, 50 Cent and Nelly have helped popularize do-rags among mainstream audiences by incorporating them in their dress.

The Good Enough Degree...

I got one in the mail today.. Pretty swell I suppose. I showed my dad, he patted me on the back and told me "good job". He also took the documents' measurements so he could go purchase a frame to put it in. That's nice of him.. I can't remember my dad ever telling me "good job" ever in my 22 years..Then again, that 6 year dope smoking extravaganza I participated in stole many of my memories from me. So there's a chance that he has said that to me..

So what's it like to have completed my high school education? I don't know.. I'm confused.. I don't know why really. I've cried like 6 times.. For what? Not sure.. Maybe I'm scared.

As horrible as this may sound, it's the only conclusion that I keep coming to in my head.. Here goes:
I've become so accustomed to being a "screw up" for not even having my high school diploma, and for not really doing much of anything. I just kept this title of being Mallory who didn't want to grow up and start doing the right thing with her life. I'm not sure how long I wanted it to last, I never really gave it much thought. But now that I'm a high school graduate, have I lost some of that person I was this morning? It's weird.. Maybe I'm thinking about it too much. I know one things for sure.. I can put that DAMN GED practice book that weighs approximately 6lbs (probably not, but.) somewhere out of my sight. I actually went and purchased myself an early Graduation present. It's a "learn to play the piano" book. I decided if I'm going to be finished with high school, I should have some kind of special talent.. I'm going with the piano. heh.

Temporary Change in Thought.. Wha?

I was originally planning on debriefing on my current state, but it's late and I don't feel like it anymore. Instead, I know how my readers have been dying to see my fish. So I finally decided to take some pics of them. The reason it's taken me so long to take pictures of my fish is because I've always thought it would be difficult, with the glare/flash/bowl and whatnot.. But our quick photo session went rather well. Turns out, my 2 fish are extremely photogenic, pros in front of the camera. Wonder where they get it from? The red one is Atticus and the not as pretty multi-colored one is Po.