Yahoo sn is Wicked17RacingChampMy aim sn is Wicked17Racing73 or RedneckLoser17My msn sn is mep2393@hotmail.com- Call me Mallory- I'm the Princess. With a capital P, please.-My birthday is April 23, don't forget it.- I have the mouth of a trucker.- High School is a load of crap.- Yes, I attend Oxbow High as a sophmore.- I don't care what you think, I Promise.- I'm young as hell, and immature as fuck.- You have no clue who I am.- I smell really good a lot of the time.- I listen to Rap all the way to Classical.- Fears; old men, guns, dark, becoming fat.- I take a lot of pictures - EVERYWHERE.- I get what I fancy.- I have extremely curly hair.- I'm probably mean to you.- If you make me laugh, I like you.- I don't wear makeup except eyeliner & mascara.- I am friggen weird.- I'm actually nicer than you think.- I miss my boyfriend :[ - I am cute, really I am.- I love mac and cheese.- Also, I like chinese food a lot.- I always have chapstick on me.- I'm not really sure if I want children.- I love going to the dentist.- I get really cranky easy.- I've gotten stronger over the year.- I'm straightedge, now stop asking.- I like to make myself happy.- I guess they say that I'm an amazing seducer.- I can't wait until I move out.- I want to visit the U.K.- I like to be the center of the attention.- I'm so thug, fo' realz, yo.- I like Usher and the Backstreet Boys - call me geh.- I really need a job.- I've been called a gold digger, by Greg too.- I am one of a kind :] - I really like glow sticks and those plastic bubbles.- I love Walmart & the Dollar Tree LOL.- My mp3 player is better than you Ipod, seriously.- I really like oreos.- Buy me gummybears. PLEASEEE.- I'm known as Ms. Dimples & Giggly @ school.- I can see why you would be jealous of me.- I actually learn how to enhance my grammar in English class.- I hate how people talk in Vermont.- My goal is to become more of a perfectionist.- I can't eat if I'm nervous, I just can't do it.- I am a selectarian, yes it's a real thing.- I work on myspace instead of doing homework.- Guys are horndogs and girls are bitches, the end.- I am terribly unhealthy.- I enjoy punching guys in the arm.- I buy Frescha and doritos after school everday.- I brush my teeth near the computer.- Washing my face is annoying, it's time consuming.- I dislike when girls wear coverup - it's dumb.- I like when people tell me that my skin is getting better.- I love getting mail, REAL letters.- Fighting doesn't bug me much.- I've probably compared myself to you.- I don't get jealous as much anymore; I'm happy.- I dislike people who smoke.- I'm nicer now & I stand up for myself.- I protect others more than myself.- I drink tea a lot.- I think Gregs black lab is so cute.- I like talking to new people.- I hate when my friends copy me.- I wait around for a lot of people.- I wish our bodies didn't need sleep.- I am a BRAT.- I stick out my bottom lip to get my way.- I share my mp3 player with the people on my bus.- I laugh so hard I almost pee myself when I talk to Greg- I can make up a cute nickname for you in approx. 40 seconds.- I get hit on ALOT, not to sound whatever you think.I don't want to talk to you if you're just going to backstab me. I have enough people that do that to me already, personally; I don't care anymore okay? I'm fed up with the highschool girls thinking that "OMFG SHE KISSED WHO?!" is going to get you through life - good luck.I wear everyone elses imperfections and mistakes on my sleeve. I wear their frowns on my face and their tears on my shoulder. I am a sweetheart when I want to be, and I am amoung the meanest bitches when you piss me off. I will call you every name that comes to mind, in defense - not because it's true.I'm a dork .. etc. I act so immature when I want too, and other times I'm more mature than everyone else around. I'm happy, and happy to me doesn't mean that everything is absolutely perfect; it just means you accept to look beyond the imperfections.Sitting with a different person every day has tought me a lot, as weird as that seems. There are people that have a harder life than I do - and believe me I stereotype; but I hate it and I try not too. I learn something knew about two people every day most of the time. However, I'm against the chewing, the swearing, and the hygiene issues need to be worked on a little - but just having a innocent conversation with a complete stranger is so much fun; because it's like starting new and you can choose what to tell them and what to keep a secret. I like it; little things like that make me happy.I have a lot of common sense, more than you wouldn't believe. I've seen what happens when you start drinking. I've seen what happens when you get pregnant at the age of 15. I've seen what happens when you've taken too many pills. Not because I have done them. I am straightedge. But because I take everything that people tell me, show me, explain to me, and shove it into the back of my brain and make sure that I learn from it. I am probably one of the most well behaived teenagers- that actually has a life. You know why I wear baggy pants, or boys clothes to school? Because I know that cleavage and tight jeans aren't going to get you through life - I know more than you do, trust me. I don't care what people have to say about the things that I wear? Why would I? I don't care where you bought your thong, or what colors you have them in? Sexy and Slutty are too different things. A girl is not a slut for having sex with her boyfriend, it doesn't matter wether it's friday or monday, wether it was once or four times - it's not your life; and it doesn't matter. If you love someone enough to give them your body, I don't understand why that would be slutty? Now, another thing; yes you are slutty if you going around thinking sex is "cool" and say "Yeah, dude I got laid this weekend - BY THREE GUYS!" No one cares, no one wants to know, and no one cares about how much of a prostitute you are. That's wrong; atleast have some feeling in it. An interesting point is brought to everyday when I am at work eating or at the store buying food. The point that is brought up is; why do beautiful girls, who are usually fairly thin have a low self esteem; and the not-so-good looking large girls have all the confidence in the world? Atleast 3 times a day I complain about my appearance or say "Ugh, I can't wait for a shower" - and really I shouldn't have much to worry about. I have enough people every day explaining to me how I have looks. I just don't believe anything. It's trust issues I suppose. It makes more sense to me to have it the other way around. But, when I try and be full of myself and understand that I'm "beautiful" than atleast one person goes "Wow, a little full of yourself aren't you?" So, I'm not listening to anyone anymore - I do not care wether you think I'm stuck up or concieted. I'm beautiful and I know it. Thanks for Cody mostly who crams things like that into my brain everyday, but also thanks to everyone who compliments me on good days.Another issue that bugs me is when people have a problem with homosexuals. It's not your life, I don't care wether you have your own oppinion or not. Keep it to yourself. If someone is gay, and is happy why not let them be alone? Public Display of Affection (PDA) is another story. Yes I agree no one wants to see things like this, but that goes for straight couples too, who wants to watch someone else have sex in the middle of the street. NOT I. It's not interfering with your life if someone else wants to be gay - leave them be. I am straight.Nothing is perfect;I changed my mind.My perfect day, would be spending it with a bunch of friends & GregMy BoyfriendGregory Allen Smith; This is the boy that makes me speechless. My love for him is stronger than it has ever been for anyone. You have ever reason in the world to hate me for this relationship, you're jealous and believe me - I can see why. I make sure that everything that comes out of Greg's mouth is NOT a lie. He would never lie to me, no matter how mad I would get at him. Yes, we get in stupid arguments, and by stupid I mean like, STUPID disagreements, and by the end he pretty much just wants to kiss me to make me shut up. He's fucking amazing. This is the boy that I have given my heart too. Wether he holds on to it dearly or takes it with him. I'm never going to let go of him. I have never been any happier. He treats me more than a Princess, he doesn't "spoil" me, but he DOES take care of me - more than your boyfriend takes car of you. If someone picks on me, or hits on me, or tries to hurt me; you can be sure that Greg is around the corner ready to kick your ass. Everyday when I get home I tell him how my day was, and he actually listens. When someone else upsets me, he talks to me and makes me feel better; he shows me that it's not always my fault. He wraps his arm around me in the car and holds my hand - it doesn't even matter who's around. He kisses my hand and on the nose. He sings to me. He flirts with me. When I'm with him and I'm not smiling; I think about how lucky I am to have him holding me in his arms. There's no way you can ever tear us apart. I will fight with everything I have to keep Greg. I'm not even sure how to explain how strong my love is for him. No one has ever seen me happier. This feeling is stronger than I've ever felt. We're going to make it. We're going to make through all the fights, and all tears; all the smiles and all the memories. All we're going to do is try, and this time we're going to suceed. Everything, and by everything, I mean EVERYTHING - he does is to make me happy in every way. He takes the time to notice what I do and don't like. I cannot stop smiling ever since I met him. I don't even have to be talking to him for him to make me smile. He's just that amazing. He picks on me just so he can hear my laugh. He tells me I'm amazing, and beautiful, and he won't with the cute corny lines until I believe them. He whispers cute secrets in my ear. He makes cute pinky promises with me. He teaches me how to respect myself more. He's there for me and protects me. Did I mention he pays for me? :P He makes me yell at him and then makes me laugh. He calls me just so he can hear me say "I Love You." He even calls me when he says he's going too < He picks me up and squeezes me until I can barely breathe. He gives me the best hugs proving to me that he never wants to let go. I have never had anything like this before - It's amazing. My point is, I love him with everything I own; and I trust him with everything I have left.