THREE THINGS we want to do before we die:

Three Things I Will Do Before I Die:

1. Zip-lining in Costa Rica

2. Tahitian Dance.  Fa sho.  It's my dream.

3. Go back to Costa Rica, and live there for a reasonable amount of time.  

Enough to become fluent in spanish.  

And be a part of their community.

-Mallory

1. Go to Africa

3. Go to a Tom Petty Concert and a Lady Gaga Concert

3. Write a song. Just one song. That's all.

It would be a waste for me to never write a song in my life.

The Best Day of my LIFE! Boo YA. (REVISED).

Let's do 3 things that remind us of the other person. Like, I'll do 3 things that remind me of you, and vice versa.

These things remind me of Biffle! (Sarah)

She loves to laugh.  A lot.  Even if it's kind of silent.

She reminds me of Spongebob.  Except for she is way prettier.

Sarah is unique.  Like this umbrella.  That is all funky.

She is funky, which is why she is awesome.

Lipstick.  Bright.  Red. Lipstick.  Because She is bold.

And daring.  She is courageous and has the confidence to stand out.

-Mallory

P.S. Random little fact: Did you know that when women wear red lipstick, men look at those women longer than if the woman wears pink lipstick?

Stuff That Reminds Me Of Mallory

These crackers. She eats them all the time.

The song "Free Fallin'" by Tom Petty

I dunno why Shakira reminds me of Mallory.

Maybe because Mallory does Zumba and speaks Spanish.

Probably.

Day Whatever- What's In Your Bag

Gum

20 Lipsticks

Hair Cream

Hairspray

A Lint Roller (I have a white dog)

The leftover wrapper of a pair of black pantyhose

3 knives

A Wallet

Pills

A Box of Matches

Nail Polish

A Red Flashdrive

3 Tubes of Mascara

The Smell Of Old Leather

-Sarah



A bunch of feminine products

A hotel key I forgot to return

Gold/Sheer Lip Gloss

Paper

Hand Lotion that smells like Lemons that Sarah gave to me for Christmas

Jewelry (necklaces, bracelets, rings and such)

Two Chapsticks

Red Lipstick

Blue Wallet

CPR Mask

Headphones

Mirror

Deodorant that smells like fresh water orchid

Bubble Gum wrapper

Inhaler

Lotion

Headband

Electronic Device/Phone

Bobby Pins



-Mallory

Day 11 - Siblings

I have 2 brothers. One is 14, one is 9.

The one that is 14 is going to his first dance this Saturday. He is excited to get his groove on. Also, he almost has his Eagle Scout. His favorite band is Daughtry.

The one that is 9 is reading Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban. Also, he has an obsession with Hot Dogs. Which is the reason his Pinewood Derby car is going to be shaped like a Hot Dog.

He also looks like Peter Pan.

They are both full of pep.

The End.

My siblings are cool.
I like to hang out with them a lot, and they like to hang out with me, too.

I have four sisters and two brothers.
I have two sisters who are adopted.

I have a brother who is on a mission in the Dominican Republic.
I have another brother who is married and has three kids.
I have an older sister who is married and has beautiful little baby boy.
I have two younger sisters.

It gets kinda confusing, so here. I will write it out.

I don't know why it says just "Su". It's supposed to be Su Bai.

But, my siblings are awesome. I love them. We do fight. We do get angry at eachother. But, we wouldn't fight if we weren't siblings.


I love them.


that's all there is to it.

-Mallory

Day 09 - What We Believe

I believe that sunlight is crucial to happiness.
I believe that splurging on a shopping trip is occasionally beneficial to the mental aspect of your life.
I believe that Phantom of the Opera is the best musical ever. (or Enchanted)  (or Mary Poppins).

I believe in happily ever afters.

Today.

Tomorrow.

And forever.


I believe that confidence is the absolute key to living happily.  A confidence in who you are.
I believe that reading calms the soul.
I believe in God.
I believe in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
I believe that flowers are especially lovely.
I believe in all the advantages of swimming.
I believe in classy, ladylike events.
I believe that laughing is a cure for the sad soul.
I believe that a smile is very influential.
I believe that I am addicted to endorphins and therefore: exercising.
I believe in the benefits of zumba and running.
I believe in living a beautiful life.  Make it gorgeous.

-mallory

I don't believe in destiny.

I don't believe in "soul mates".

I don't believe that Nicholas Cage is very talented at all.

I don't believe in relying on others.

I don't believe Sarah Palin is beneficial to this world.

I believe in God

I believe in the power of children

I believe that I will see Tom Petty in concert before I die.

I believe that I am excited to eat guacamole tomorrow. I love guacamole.

I believe that knowledge is power.

I believe that a lot of problems would be solved in people hated less.

I believe that as superficial as it sounds, I am happier wearing high heels.

I believe that you should do what you love. And love what you do.

I believe in the power of red lipstick.

-sarah

Day 8 - A Moment

Day 8 was supposed to be "A Moment", but I'm tired and I am trying to burn through all these Cake songs. Seriously, I now own 3.2 hours worth Cake songs, thanks to a good Music Pirate buddy of mine, and I decided that I'm going to listen to every single one today, even if it kills me. I'm about halfway through.

Anyways, because my mind is buzzing with Cake, I can't really think straight. So I'm not going to do a special moment, like the moment I got a puppy for my birthday, or my favorite Christmas.

The Moment I Realized That My Limbs Were Freakishly Long

by Sarah Shill

Many moons ago, when my family was into making home videos, there was a video made of me. I was laughing hysterically on the ground. I can't remember why I was on the ground. The next day, when I watched the video, it came to my attention that my legs were rather long. And my arms. I was like Spongebob or something. It was weird. And I thought to myself "Wow. I am kind freaky. I thought I had a generally normal body, but now I see that I am not normal. I wonder if as a child, my arms dragged around on the ground when I walked."

It's not like I was particularly tall, it's just that my legs took up like 50% of my body.

Anyways, yeah. 3 years later, here I am. I think my legs are really cool. Probably my best feature.

That was incredibly stupid. Ah well.












In my opinion, this is lame. Not specific enough. A moment? Trying to think of just one will probably take me hours, because I am the most indecisive person ever known.




Ah, my brain just thought of one moment.


It wasn't a good one.




The Day I was Late for Class


By Mallory Dixon




One day, it was my fifteenth birthday and I was giddy and excited, carrying around the purse I had gotten for last Christmas. It was black and shiny. I had Algebra 2 honors first class in the morning, and I thought "Hey, why not take my purse to class. Heck, it's my birthday."
I happily skipped to class through the boring and yellow halls of high school, sneakily carried my purse to class.
But wait, my teacher saw my purse.


Of course, the bell had already rung.
She told me in her caramel-y voice, coated in too much sugar
and a sprinkle of (maybe more than a sprinkly)
SARCASM:


"Mallory, you can't have purses in class, you need to go put it back in your locker."


I groaned and tipped my head back,
eyes rolling.


I then proceeded to mumble and groan,
"There are only a few more seconds till the bell rings!"


She replied with even more coats of sugar:


"Yes, you need to hurry uhhhhup!"


AGH!


So I proceeded to walk back down the ugly hall, down the stairs that were blurred by the tears building up in my eyes.


I was in tears, sobbing by the time I got to my locker around the corner.
I passed a substitute lady who asked what was wrong.


I told her that it was my birthday and my teacher made me be late.


She was sympathetic, and I was grateful for her.


I went to the commons to fill out a slip on "why I was late."
I wrote:


"I was late to class because I had my purse and my teacher made me go back to my locker just as the bell was going to ring."


Then, to top it all off, I went to class with a red, splotchy face and had NO idea how to do the concept quiz.


I hated that class.


And that was the amazing start to my fifteenth birthday.


-Mallory

Day 07- Our Best Friends

YOU GO FIRST BIFFLE

you were rosalie.... riiiiight?

-Mallory

Yes Mallory. I was Rosalie.

When I first met Mallory, I didn't really like her all that much. Because I sat across the room from her in Seminary, and the entire time she would just giggle it up with this one guy (who I really really didn't like. really. I like, wanted him to spontaneously combust).

And then one time, we got partnered up for an activity, and I noticed that she didn't put on mascara. So her eyelashes were bright blue and powdery. I didn't want to say anything, because I wasn't sure if blue eyelashes were the "new thing" for the public school kids.

Turn out it wasn't the new thing. Mallory just skipped a major step in her morning routine.

But enough of that.

Eventually we became friends at Youth Conference.

What do I get out of this relationship?

Well, first of all, I wouldn't have met a lot of people. Like Joseph.

I wouldn't have learned that it's OK to screw up.

Also, I have learned to be a lot happier.

And not to hate ALL the guys in the world.

Also, dances can be fun.

Just kidding. Dances are still lame.

But, I must say I have had a lot more laughs at dances since I started hanging out with Mallory.

That makes it sound like I'm laughing at her dancing. Which is not what I meant.

Also, I agree with Mallory that we wouldn't have met Ed if it weren't for me, because I made her go to that chill-out.

I guess I have become a lot looser of a person. I used to be like "AH. MY NAIL CHIPPED. I'M GOING TO CUT THEM ALL OFF AND REGROW THEM TILL THEY ARE PERFECT."

I'm not like that anymore. In the words of Avril Lavigne "Chill out. Whatcha yellin for. Pipe down, it's all been said before."

Also, my appreciation of Taylor Swift has been somewhat increased.

Even though I still think her hair is fake.

What it all comes down to, is that Mallory and I are just right for each other.

She's the yin, and I'm the yang.

Our sense of humors may differ

aka Modern Family vs King of The Hill

But. Nothing can tear us apart.

NOTHING I SAY.

WE ARE INSEPARABLE.

DYNAMIC DUO.

-Sarah

Let me tell you this special story of my Best Friend.

One morning I saw this new, blonde girl sitting in my seminary class.

I thought she was pretty quiet, shy, and maybe wanted to keep to herself.

But I never felt intimidated around her, maybe just a little uncomfortable.

I was also extremely aggravated with her gum chewing.

When Youth Conference came around me and her sat by each other during the dinner (theme: twilight).

I was Bella, and She was Rosalie

Interesting how rivals from a movie are best friends in our life, right?

I remember making casual conversation with her, but it didn't feel boring.

The special part was that we both felt comfortable with each other.

During the service project, I asked her questions and got to know her better.

I grew to admire her.

Then we had sleepovers.

And did stuff together.

To be honest, I don't remember a lot about this time period.

I don't remember specifically what happened.

But I do know that we have both grown immensely.

We have spent the last couple years as Biffles.

We spend our time laughing,

creating new phrases,

talking about stuff,

about life,

and about everything,

in general.

Without her, I would probably sit alone at seminary.

Without her, I wouldn't have made friends (like Ed).

Without her, I wouldn't have gotten into lipsticks.

Without her, I wouldn't find some situations and things as humorous as they are.

Without her, I wouldn't get to share funny things with her, like spongebob.

Without her, we wouldn't have this blog.

Without her, I would probably not be as great of a person.

She helps me to be a stronger lady.

She helps keep me classy.

I am so glad I finally started talking to her that one day back a couple summers ago.

Or else, would we be best friends?

Yay for us Biffles :)

(And shame on Disney for stealing the term "biffles" and using it for Miley and Lilly on Hannah Montana).

I love you Sarah!

I see the best in you, and you help me to see the best in myself.

You are incredibly amazing.

-Mallory

DAY 06 - Our Day

Here goes nothing. Or lame stuff. Cause my day was lame. (It's fine if you don't read this, cause it wasn't even that interesting of a day to me).

SLEEP:
I first dreamt dreams of wonderful things
like sprite and red roses.
Then I awoke from my slumber and groaned
at my alarm clock.

GROOMING:
My face was cleansed with a Clarisonic brush
called the MIA.
I proceeded to moisturize and brush my gross teeth
with my electric (buzz, buzz) toothbrush.
I played me some tunes of Enya, to calm my stressful nerves.
I then straightened my hair with a device
called the flat iron. I applied some BareMinerals makeup
to hide that big zit,
and even added some face color to not look like a zombie.

(Then I got dressed and all that stuff, like eating breakfast).

SCHOOL:
GRAPHING SECANTS.
PHOTO CLASS.
MORE MATH.
MORE GRAPHS.
SOME PHYSICS STUFF ABOUT SOUND.
NHS.

Then I went to eat lunch solemnly and silently.

By myself.

HAHA, just kidding. I sat with some friends. We had good, intellectual conversation.
I then went to 4th period after lunch and watched an awesome movie about the Woman Suffrage movement,
Then it was on to Spanish. I practiced speaking.
I then went to sixth period. And this guy named Nick wouldn't read my essay.
He reads oober slow, maybe cause HIS STORIES TAKE FOREVER.
But it was a pretty good class.
Then school ended.


ACNE:
I had a dermatologist appointment about my zits.
unfortunately, there is no CURE.

WHAT IS THIS?!
NO CURE FOR ZITS?!


SWIMMING:
So...I silently drove to practice.

And swam.

Built up some muscle.
Had a few good laughs, a few good breathy swims. (I worked hard).


EVENING:
I then came home, ate a buttload of pasta,
helped my mother clean.
and did some spanish homework.
now I am writing this.

So....there was my awesome as a possum friday.

Meanwhile, my mother searches for my cat. Cause she is nowhere to be seen. Maybe she is dead.

-Mallory

I forgot what I did yesterday. It's such a blur. I confuse Friday with Monday and Thursday and all the other days.

I remember going to seminary, and band. And then, after band, I went to Safeway and bought like 20 light yogurts because they only have 90 calories each.

I also remember the my feet hurt because I wore my platforms for 10 straight hours.

Also, I remembered that I haven't brushed my hair in 3 days. I just have been teasing it up like a boss.

Oh yeah, and I remember following this Egypt thing like a mad woman.

And also, I remember reading a CNN article about the kid that left the piano stranded on the island. And I remember I saw this comment by some guy who said "Everyone knows that pianos are the stupidest instrument on the planet." So I replied and said "Your face is the stupidest instrument on the planet." And 17 people liked that comment.

Also, I remember watching King of The Hill while I walked on the treadmill.

And I remember when my Mom was driving me someplace, I rolled down the window and stuck my head out, and then she went over a speed bump and I hit my head rather hard on the window frame. It sucked.

I listened to a lot of Ting Tings. And Kesha and Queen.

Really hasn't been that great of a week. I just realized that.

Maybe next week will be better.

Ha.

-Sarah

DAY 5 - Define LOVE

Ah love. Who knows what love is? Definitely not me.

When I figure it out, I'll let you know.

All I know is that love is not how you "find yourself". So If you are in the "oh, my life sucks and I hate myself, what I really need is a boyfriend, and all my problems will go away" state of mind, then you are wrong. You need to learn to love yourself before you learn to love others, because

guys don't dig depressing chicks.

and vice versa.

They want someone who's gonna lift them up, not drag them down into their misery. I mean, yeah, they want to be able to help you with your problems and to listen to what's wrong when conflicts arise, you know, have your back and whatnot, but they don't want to have to keep picking up the pieces of your self esteem and building you back up.

Maybe I'm just speaking for myself. I dunno. It's just for me, the biggest turn off in a guy is him acting like some dramatic beeotch that needs constant encouraging or whatever.

In conclusiom, if you are looking for love, then make sure that you like yourself first. Also, don't be a dramatic beeotch. And don't date someone who makes you feel lame.

I drew this picture.

Keep it classy, followers.

Okay. I am going to try my best to not define love in all the cliché ways possible. Because love is a great thing. (That was incredibly cliché).

However, I believe that love is sometimes faked.

You should never say "I love you" to someone unless you truly mean it. Many young (and old) people will really just say "I love you" because they think it is expected. It is not necessary to always be in a romantic relationship. And this means that love does not JUST exist in romantic relationships. But it is evident in relationships with friends, enemies, family, life, and with yourself.

Before you ever, ever, ever fall in love with that special someone, you must fully love yourself.

You must love your flaws.

You must treasure your body, because it is a temple.

You must respect yourself.

You must value your body and mind as high as the heavens.

If you do not respect and adore every cell in and of your body, you will depend on others to make you happy.

Some girls (and guys, believe it or not) don't feel complete without their significant other. Yes, marriage is important, but before you reach that step, do something for yourself, like my mother says: "You just need to focus on [insert your own name here] time."

A truly successful, or a relationship with an abundance of love is only approachable and a reachable goal if both the man and woman love his or her self.

Don't be vain.

It's as simple as that.

But love yourself, through being kind to others.

I have a hard time with this: being kind (and I mean to EVERYONE).

I was told by a Young Woman's leader to pray for those you don't like.

It is very very difficult, because sometimes I honestly wish bad things for them.

That sounds terrible.

But I am learning to love even my enemies.

Those who have hurt me.

Because I know that nobody is perfect.

And I have probably hurt others, as well.

Human beings are affected so greatly by others opinions and reactions.

Which is why we must be gentle with our actions, and

not harsh with our words.

If you love someone, do not use sarcasm to prove it.

Sarcasm truly hurts (the mean kind does).

A good sense of humor is very important.

In fact, it's on my list of future husband's qualities and traits.

But not the sense of humor that cuts others down in order for the person to feel better about his or her self.

Love is only complicated if you make it out to be that way.

If you love someone, I promise that you will feel it.

You will want the absolute best for that person.

You will admire every one of that person's qualities.

You will treasure looking at how they live, and will adore their smiles and true happiness.

And the thing is, the person that you love should be good for you.

This person, whether a friend or a family member

should not influence you to make decisions you don't want to make,

and should also want the best for you.

Put simply,

Love is between two people who love each other.

Love is when you admire the other person.

Love happens when you grow to know a person, and discover that he/she is a beautiful being, an absolutely gorgeous person.

Love happens everywhere in the world.

Love occurs because it is the epitome of the human being's soul and emotions.

Love happens because we love to love. and love to give love.

(sorry, it's kind of a lame, squishy heart).
-Mallory

-Biffles

DAY 03 - Your (our) Parents

My mom has short brown hair, and lovely, striking eyes. My dad has thin, brown hair (not long) and eyes the color of coconuts (maybe a little darker). My mother gave me her smile. She gave me her sense of humor and spunky Mallory-ness. My dad gave me acne. But he also gave me the funny dry sense of humor, and some alike genes. I have his seriousness and he gave me motion sickness. (Hence, I don't ride the rides at the fair. Or go on the shotgun. Did I use the word "hence" right?)

My mother packs my lunch for me everyday. She also lets me drive her car. Which is so awesome. And my dad works so that I can get cool stuff for birthdays and holidays. And a nice, warm house to live in. With heating, plumbing, and walls.

But besides that, I know that they really love me. I know that they will always be there for me.

Without my parents, I wouldn't be Mallory. And I wouldn't be here. And this blog wouldn't be here. And I wouldn't have such a wonderful family that I do now.

I love both of them, and my mom is a great mother. I can talk to her about anything.


Sing out loud in the car even, or especially, if it embarrasses your children. ~Marilyn Penland


Yeah, my parents do that. and I sing along with them.


-Mallory





My Dad gave me music, which is my life. He's the reason that when I was 8, I was listening to Strauss Waltzes and Stevie Wonder, whilst remaining completely oblivious to who the Backstreet Boys were. He's the reason I know every movement from The Nutcracker Suite by heart. And he's the reason I chose to play the French horn even though all the other girls in my 6th grade class were playing the flute.

My Mom has been taking me to Nordstroms since I could walk. She's taught me how to dress, and at the same time has helped me form my own style. When I was younger, it used to be all about owning clothing. I thought that fashion was about capacity. But it is so much more. It's the study of what styles are popular when. It's the ability to predict what trends people are going to fall for, and while I'm sure many "fashion blogs" would beg to differ, fashion has a lot to do with getting inside people's heads. It's a state of mind. And if it weren't for my mom, I would probably still be spending all my money on loads of cheap clothing and still be calling myself "fashionable".


More than anything, my parents have given me my uncontrollable desire to succeed. I don't agree with them on a lot of things, but they have instilled in me a yearning for power and control that I have a feeling will come in useful when I am changing the world a few years from now.

I know I have the potential to be great, and it's up to me to seize that and make something from it.

-Sarah

DAY TWO- First Love

When I was in first grade, there was this kid named Quinn. I forgot his last name. He had brown spikey hair. It was really cool. I made him laugh a lot. I was in love with him.

But now that I think back on it, he probably wouldn't have grown up to be tall enough for me, so I'm glad I nipped that potential relationship in the bud.

During lunch I drew a picture of Quinn using Paint. Enjoy.

Bam. Day 2, done.

-Sarah






When I was in Kindergarten, I met a boy named Nick.  He had chubby little cheeks, and I thought he was very cute.  I chased him around during recess, and when I caught him I gave him a kiss.  One time, I kissed him on the cheek, and this girl with a pointy nose and red cheeks threatened me: "I'm gonna tell the teacher on you!"  I was so scared I ran and hid under the plastic, new playset.  I saw the teacher walk around close to where I hid, but luckily I wasn't caught.  


One recess time in first grade, (the crush continued through the years) I gave Nick a letter saying that if he was gonna marry me, he had to go to my church.  I remember it.  The paper was red.  


And one time, I brought my barbie with an awesome gold and black strapless ball gown to school to show it off to Nick.  My plan epically failed because my friend made fun of me for bringing a barbie to school.


But, what is interesting is that I know him to date (I mean, to this day).  We are in the same class, and it is no longer as awkward as a couple years ago...When my friend introduced us to eachother again, and the awkward silence followed.  For like a year, or two?


I was a gutsy young girl.  Although, I was very quiet and shy, I was quite brave in the pursuit of boys, (or just Nick).  




Here He Is:

Except probably not so asian looking.

-Mallory

30 Days Thing - DAY ONE

Introduce yourself with pictures and words:

Hi, my name is Mallory.

TAKE ONE:

TAKE TWO:

TAKE THREE:

I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. And I firmly believe in Jesus Christ and Heavenly Father.

I like to laugh, therefore I like Sarah.

I like water. Oceans, pools, hot tubs, bath tubs, and glasses of refreshing, icy water.

I enjoy movies, books, and sunlight. I love clothing and shopping and girlie stuff like that.

I have a cat, who I don't really like. She vomi

ts all over my bedroom. And leaves cat hair all over my clothing.

I used to have two lizards. The first one was named Lizzy. I carried her home in a cloth bag from the Pet Store. I fed her crickets and meal worms. Then she died. Then I got another one named Lizzy #2.

I stress out a lot. I fret over school work, frequently. And one time, in pre-school, I had a new rain jacket the color of yellow. I went outside to play during a rainy day, and I got mud all over my jacket. I came inside, crying, because my brand new jacket was all dirty. My teacher spent some time trying to explain to me that I could clean it, and it would look new again. But I was still terribly sad.

As I have grown up into a woman, I spend my time taking pictures of people, things, and cool things in nature.

Someday I would like to go on a mission for my church.

Someday I would like to travel to Costa Rica again, and also Europe.

I also would love to learn to speak spanish fluently.

I cannot wait to be a mother one day.

I also am a lifeguard! Isn't that cool?

There's some random Mallory for you.

Have a really lovely day. Speaking of lovely, I like Audrey Hepburn, and her movie: Breakfast at Tiffany's. She is the epitome of what I would like to become. Also, I want to grow up and be like my Mom.

-Mallory

Ok.

Right now I have Rhapsody in Blue by George Gershwin stuck in my head. Such a marvelous melding of classical music with jazz. I was about 5 when I first heard this song. I have certainly grown to appreciate its depth, richness and complexity.

I'm 5 feet, 8 inches. Obviously I'm a music nerd. I'm not that great of a blogger. I like dogs. And manicures. I'm a junior in high school. I am counting down the days till I leave. Right now I am reading Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen.

I abide. I'm very chilled. I am content to just listen to rock and roll, and watch the clouds go by.

Actually, not really. That would be incredibly boring. But yeah.

My top 5 songs are (in no particular order)

-Kashmir by Led Zepplin

-Strangers In The Night by Cake

-Piano Man by Billy Joel

-Teeth by Lady Gaga

-Mary Jane's Last Dance by Tom Petty

- Another Brick In The Wall- Pink Floyd

I realize none of you probably care about my favorite songs, but too bad. Because I care, and Mallory cares. And she is kind of the brains of this operation.

Also, I apologize in advance if this 30 day thing isn't actually everyday for 30 days. Bear with me. I have places to go, people to see. So I might miss a day.