Me Scary

I was called intimidating yesterday.  I don’t even know what that means!   The person who had told me I was went on to say that sometimes that’s why people didn’t approach me…because I was too intimidating.

Which is funny because most of the time I’m the one with the inferiority complex, not the other way around.   I find it hard to make friends with people who are better looking or more successful  or passionate.  Am I just not friendly?  Do I scowl?   Is my tone of voice harsh?   Is that why I’m still single?  I know I’m introverted but when I am in public or meeting new people I try to be out-going and fun, hoping that they will  like me.

I was also called high-maintenance.  Boom, double whammy!   Too hot to handle, folks!  Can’t touch this, na, na, nana!

Ok, be serious for a sec.  This actually kind of hurt.  Usually when you talk about someone who is intimidating, you picture someone dark and scary and unfriendly.   And when someone is high-maintenance, they are annoying and needy.

Does that mean I am scary, unfriendly, annoying and needy?  I don’t know, I do have friends (though not as many as other people).  I am sweet, when I want something.  And I don’t think I’m scary.  In fact, I’m down-right hilarious and vibrant!

I came to the conclusion that if you are too scared to talk to me because of a first impression, then I don’t want to be friends with you anyway.  Also, I shouldn’t be so scared to talk to those people I think are intimidating or high-maintenance.


Did you know? You probably did.

I bought some plants the other day and re-potted them in their own colorful pots.  There was a spider plant that had long delicate stems, two tiny cactus-like plants and a twisted bamboo plant.  I wanted to see if I could plant things and didn’t realize it was November and kind of a little out of season to be gardening.

Nevertheless I bought these lovely creatures and they sit still in my windowsill, soaking up the little sunlight they can.


  1. Plants convert CO2 into O2 for us, humans, and we in return convert O2 into CO2 for them.
  2. They brighten a room, thus lightening your mood.  Most have bright colors and graceful lines which aligns your brain and sooths it.
  3. They smell good, even if they aren’t flowers their naturally cool dirt-y odor is breathable and relaxing.
  4. They help with depression.  If you are stressed being around a plant helps you breathe and takes you to a natural, calm place.

Buy some plants, go outside, eat your veggies.  All things I am trying to do to get myself out of this dreadful winter funk.

Also check out Howcast’s How to Detox Your House with Plants:



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The Emotional Purge

I went to Joey’s house after school Thursday and returned Saturday.  We were going to clean her room.  A simple task, if you are anyone but Jo.

There are three degrees of cleaning:

First Degree- this is the simple de-cluttering one does after a long day or week.  There might be a few stray clothes lying around or some papers on the counter by the phone that you need to shift through.

Second Degree- this involves the vacuum, Lysol, and maybe, possibly, the toilet scrubber.  This one is for the dirt and the built-up grime.  My mother does this for fun.

Third Degree- like the two levels before, this step involves de-cluttering, and the vacuum but this one also calls for a Hefty garbage bag and three or four days.  People who allow themselves to reach this stage are in a stage of denial.

Joey’s room was a strong third degree.  (As she reads this over my shoulder she says it was probably a fourth degree.)  There were old home-ade picture frames from her best friend in kindergarten, dozens of broken nick-nacks that were well past their prime, and plates that she thought were long gone but just resting under five layers of clothes and crap she didn’t need or was too lazy to throw it away.

I am proud of her.  There were a few tears and her heart had been beaten up some, but she knew it was time for her to let go of that old dial lock that was broken anyway.

Here are some before and after pictures:






This was not only a physical but a mental and emotional purging as well.  People with a clean and organized life and living space are freer and less stressed. Their work gets done on time and they feel like they have more free time.

I am on the opposite end of the spectrum.  I have no attatchments to anything.  Every other month or so I clean out my old papers and files, sorting through my closets and in shoe boxes.  Joey is overly attached and I am barely attached at all.

Comment below which one you think is better or if we are both just crazy.

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Maggie and Joey

My (annoyingly teenager-y) Playlist and Other News

  1. Night Changes by One Direction
  2. Steal My Girl by One Direction
  3. Animals by Maroon 5
  4. Blank Space by Taylor Swift
  5. Ex to See by Sam Hunt
  6. Billy Brown by MIKA
  7. Grace Kelly by MIKA
  8. The Last Goodbye by Billy Boyd
  9. Edge of Night by Billy Boyd
  10. The Heart Wants What It Wants by Selena Gomez

It’s unacceptably mainstream but these songs make me feel good and my day brightens.  Hopefully my taste in bands and artists improve with maturity but for now, here’s where I’m at.

blood drive

In other news, I got Joey to sign up for a blood drive at school!   She’s so nervous but I’m excited to donate.  Needles aren’t really my thing but I know if I ever need blood I’ll thank the person who donated it.

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Writing to be Understood

I don’t know how many people I have heard say this.  Authors and teachers and books and speakers have all uttered this in one form or another.

Write to be understood.

And I do try to follow this sage advice but I don’t feel the desire to have the world understand me.  No matter how hard they try, nobody will ever fully understand me and I don’t know how my writing could possible reveal part of me for my readers.  So I revised the statement.

Write to understand.

Now that one I can relate to.

One author who has my loyalty and admiration is James V. Smith, Jr.  He wrote a slim how-to book titled The Writer’s Little Helper.  Please look up the book.  It is fantastic!

Anyways in this little book there is a chapter called Writing to be Understood, hence the name of this post.  Smith talks about figuratively writing so that your work is readable and comprehensible.  That the more words per sentence the less the reader will understand and sentences that are simple and effective portray “a fact, action or paint an image”.

He also has a section within the chapter dubbed The Passive Voice Defined.  He states that amateur writers “abuse” the passive voice often and that half the time they don’t know they are doing it.    The passive is simply the object doing something to the subject.  Such as: Vegetables are eaten by Joey.  The key word is “by”.  If something is done by something else it is most likely the passive voice.   The active voice on the other hand would be something along these lines: Joey eats vegetables. 

I started to notice this infestation in my papers at school, my post drafts and my day-to-day journals.  I found a few of my own sentences and turned them around and lo and behold they fit and flowed within the passage!

Moral of this Post:  Write to understand, try not to use the passive voice and read The Writer’s Little Helper.

Working that Nine to Five

First off, Happy Thanksgiving!

Second of all, I humbly apologize for my week long disappearance.  There was a ton going on at school, at home, in the freaking world, and so this was kinda pushed to a last priority.

But I’m back and hopefully Joey will be too when she gets home from Thanksgiving with her family.

This is how my Thanksgiving Break is going to go:

1. I have school Monday amd Tuesday.
2. I sleep in on Wednesday then go to my friends house and play video games for a few hours until my dad gets home.
3. Sleep in Thursday, go to Thanksgiving lunch with the family at my grandfather’s, then WORK FROM 6-10PM THAT NIGHT!
4. Work 9am-5pm on Black Friday and let my soul die a little inside me.
5.  Work 2-8pm on Saturday and feel the last pink fleshy bits of my hearts wrinkle and turn black, crusting off and blowing away in the wind.

Hope you all have a wonderful week and Happy Thanksgiving!

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