Monday, October 5, 2015

I Know My Times Tables!

I vividly recall the image of my third grade teacher marching around the classroom clapping to the tune of "Mary Had a Little Lamb" the multiples of 6, I can picture her bangs that she fashioned in such a way that they resembled a flower, I see her finger nails that she for some reason would file to sharpen to a point, and I, to this day, remember my times tables. I was 8 years old when I learned them, and today I am 18 years old. My times tables are just one of those things that is drilled into my memory, as much as I can try to erase that memory or the numbers or the tune, it is there. It just is. I like to think that I have a superb memory, but I also like to think that the real reason why boys don't talk to me is because they are intimidated by me (thx mom) and that mermaids do exist, so take that statement cautiously. Sometimes those little nuggets of memory expose themselves so I made a little list of those nuggets of pure genius, pure genius thoughts and ideas and lessons that I will never forget, pure thoughts of genius that I will carry with me into the afterlife.

-"If you sit up straight your stomach will automatically suck in and you will look taller and thinner," I think this as I can feel my muffin top out of my tight jeans when I had a bit too much pasta for dinner.
-"You say 'sorry' too much," I agree, I should stop apologizing for things I believe in and things I feel, so now when I find myself about to justify my emotions, I just accept and embrace that I am not the average human being- but (brace yourself for a very deep and poetic statement) what really is the average human being??
-"It does not matter what grade you got, as long as you tried your hardest," I don't think I applied the true meaning to this statement as I failed multiple math quizzes because I chose to hangout with a cute boy instead of study, but still.
-"The quickest way to a boys heart is through his stomach," the first hangout with my only real life boyfriend was at in n out, with food, therefore this statement is true.
-"x equals negative b, plus or minus the square root of b squared minus 4ac all over 2a," I can spit out the quadratic formula LIKE NOBODIES BUSINESS
-"You can be whatever you want, as long as it makes you happy," I love my mom eternally for this statement she told me, and I returned it with "what if Tyson wants to be a power ranger?" But what I was really thinking was "what if I grew up to be a stripper?" I was a weird kid.
-"You run faster if your second toe is longer than your first toe," thank you Bailee Germaine, you will forever be faster than me.
-"Remember who you are and what you stand for, and remember be nice to all the boys but only flirt with the cute boys, you don't want to give the wrong boys the wrong impression," my mom would always say her little monologue as I got out of the car to go to the movies with friends- where I would meet up with a group of boys and hope to sit by the boy I like eeek!!!!-or when I would rush out of the door to school and to this day I am ever so grateful for both little nugget of wisdom.
-"The most attractive thing a girl can do while eating dessert is to twist the spoon in her mouth, I heard it on the radio," thank you Holly I will never eat ice cream the same way, and you're welcome to everyone who will ever eat ice cream again with a boy.
-"That can either go to waste, or it can go to your waist," I normally take the risk of it going to my waist, because the next worst thing than retail regret is the regret you feel at 11pm wishing you ate that donut.
-"I knew I was in love with your Grandpa Riggs when I met his family," bless my Great Grandma Riggs' soul, but to be honest, when I asked her when she knew she was in love with my Great Grandpa Riggs, I was a little disappointed by this response. I was hoping for "the moment he kissed me in the rain while Frank Sinatra played in the background," or "when he looked at me that way he did when I would laugh," something sweet and cheesy and cliche, but I am far from disappointed from her response today, and I think I have thought of that statement everyday since the day she told me.

xoxo

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Four Months, Plus Some


I have started this post about 674 times in the past 4 days, some things come and some things just do not. And then I put it aside, and the whole "four months after graduation," thing kind of went out the window. So I am currently a 4 month plus a few odd days graduate of highschool. Wahoo!
I had this grand idea of a post to post exactly four months after graduation, I didn't know what it would be about, but it would just come- the ideas would flow and everything would fall into place. Kind of like my plans for after high school, I would live life and everything would fall into place.
Well see the issue is, I don't remember the date of graduation. And then, the dates get all freaky when you live across the world from the state you graduated in, so I do not know when to post this to make it exactly four months after I graduated, four months after I watched Allie give a sparkling senior speech, four months after I said goodbye to a whole slew of amazing humans- some more amazing and like-able than others, but nonetheless amazing. 
Approximately four months ago I became a graduate of Highland highschool. Throw words like cheesy and cliche at me and call it a day, but this was more of a start than it is an ending. Four months ago I knew 4 things:
1.) I would be moving to Malaysia in August
2.) Boys suck, like a lot
3.) I am really glad I wore the shoes I did because I did not have the unfortunate experience of stripper like heels sink into grass
4.) I had strep throat
Today, four months later (give or take a few days) I know 4 things:
1.) I am moving to Provo in January
2.) Boys suck when you enter high school, when you graduate high school, and after you graduate. It is their thing they're good at- they're good at sucking so there's that
3.) I do not need everyone that was in my life at the time of graduation to thrive and be happy, people have walked out of my life and padlocked the door shut, and I am okay with that, I know how to keep the people in my life that lift me up
4.) I actually did not have strep throat, I had a weird nasal sinus gross word medical lingo thing going on, probably an accumulation of stress, heartache and lots and lots of tears
So here I am, post graduation McKenzie. 
I still sleep with my stuffed elephant, have Taylor Swift on replay and still find my heart skip a beat when a cute boy favorites my selfie. Wow I have come a long way!!!
Four months of basically summer has made my heart eternally feel more gratitude for a plethora of things (Oh gosh, I sound like, as Jen from TBD would say "that girl who uses big words to make her sound smart but she doesn't make any sense," and here's the thing, Jen is going to law school so she knows what big words mean) that are in my everyday life. 
I feel like there is this theme going around life right now, maybe it is always constantly here and I am just finally getting into the know of things, but I feel as though so many people are not content with where they are. Junior year I could not wait for senior year, senior year I was praying graduation would come faster, graduation comes and I cannot wait to move 9,000 miles away to Malaysia, Malaysia is here and I just cannot stop thinking about moving to Provo and starting school, and I feel like when I am in school I will just want to be done and graduated already, and the cycle continues. I am learning to soak in the now, to be happy now. I used to say to my friends "I will be happy when... he leaves... I leave... this day is over... " and the list continues, but I wish I would have spent more time being happy in the moment rather than waiting to be happy. These moments we experience are meant to be happy, yeah they're tough and sometimes unbearable, but they aren't meant to make us want to shove our bodies under the covers and not come up for air, they are here to be enjoyable. So enjoy the moment you're in, stop waiting for the "when" and start finding "joy in the journey," (do I remind you of your beehive leader yet??) 
Just some thoughts.

xoxo

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

I Miss You


I've reached that point, I've reached that point where I love to reminisce on old stories and I love to make people listen to them. I'm basically your Great Aunt Marigold, I feel like pretty soon people will start avoiding me when I enter the room. I love to tell people my stories. I love stories. I love spilling the moments where I faked my age for a weekend, about the time I was super bold and snarky in Hawkhall to an ex, about my Proms, about the boys I have kissed- I just love memories. I love basking in them, I love enhancing my memories to fit my ideal image of high school. To me, stories are like Instagram posts. I remember the best of the best, and those are the times I tell people about. I saw this quote on Twitter today:

And then a dear long time friend texted me "do you ever miss high school," and this friend is the best kind of friend, because I do not have to fake feelings to be accepted by her. I simply said "yeah I do," and then we went into an in depth conversation (as deep as one can go over text) which ended up with me apologizing for talking so much about myself- which I often do. 
I've been thinking about this a lot, how I miss high school yet in no way, shape or form do I wish to once again walk those halls as a student. I miss the good parts, I miss seeing friends in between passing periods, I miss having a crush on the boy in front of me in seminary, I miss getting boys to do my clay projects for me and I miss the routine that high school brings. However, I don't miss the stressful schoolwork, I don't miss seeing the boys I like parade their girlfriends in front of me, I don't miss that sinking feeling of not understanding math and I definitely do not miss the drama that being in high school brings. I think it is important that as humans we need to realize that we are going to miss stuff. We are going to miss situations, relationships, people and so much more- but it is possible to miss something without wanting it back in your life. I feel like we just assume when we hear a friend is missing her ex or a friend misses high school that they are sad and want whatever they lost back in their life, but I think it takes a lot of understanding to miss things, and not want to be back at that point in your life. It takes a lot of understanding to realize that some things in your life, while you miss them, are pure toxic to you. It's okay to miss things without needing them back in your space. 
It is just weird to miss a time in my life where I so quickly wanted to escape from. I will be sitting on a beach in Phuket and get a weird feeling like "I kind of miss stuffing a Luna Bar in my face while I slam my breaks over the mt. Everest like speed bumps of Highland High to avoid yet another tardy in first period," like do I wish I was back there, instead of sitting on a beach sipping on a chocolate milk shake? For sure not. But little moments like that, for some odd reason, bring a happy memory to me. Like that was my life. My high school days were not (as much as I like to think they were) all football games and cute boys and dates every weekend, sometimes they were girl movie nights and closing shift at Nordstrom and pranking cute boys, and I miss that some days.
I was reading a journal entry from a while ago and I wrote something to the extent of "I miss my mom and my dad and my brothers, I miss amber and shay, I miss my dog- but missing things is good. Missing things means you have something in your life worth valuing." And I hold true to that statement today. 
So I'm that lame person who misses high school. I miss a majority of my friends being in one central location for a large part of the day, but I miss it without wishing to go back. I'm grateful I miss it, I don't want to look back on my last 4 years and think of heartbreak and biology homework and snotty girls (which sometimes I do, and I for sure don't miss those) but I am grateful for the moments I do miss, the moments that I like to spill in detail to anyone that will listen. 
It's okay to let ourselves miss someone, miss high school or miss the past- it means we once had something to cherish. And I am sure in 10 weeks and months and years I will miss what I am doing and experiencing now, it's just a cycle. 

Xoxo

Mosiah 24:14

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Hobbies: Running, Reading and Writing


(Written on a plane, obviously not at this moment)

I would much rather be sleeping right now, except the girl sitting next to me on the plane insists on having her very bright reading light shining on her (the both of us,) we have a challenging relationship. I mean I'm sure she's a great gal and all, except technically she stole my window seat. My ticket explicitly states "12D" which, designated by the diagrams, is a window seat. But whatever, I'm 18 so I won't throw a fit. I thought about letting her know that she probably accidentally (most likely on purpose) sat in (stole) my window seat, but by the looks of that book she cherishes she doesn't speak much English, so I'm managing. Also, she keeps stealing the armrest we share. We both put our arms there and awkwardly felt our elbows blush and I retreated, so she's got the window seat and the light and the armrest, but I'm keeping my cool. She also likes to stretch her body out, so her feet are halfway between my feet space and hers, but I mean at least one of us is comfortable. But because I got the aisle seat I got my Oreos before she got her peanuts, score! Except I open my tray table and it is broken, window seat/arm rest/feet space stealing b-!-t-c-h: 1, me: -43
Anyway, because I am out of reading material I reach for the magazine so gracefully provided by the airline and fell upon a page recognizing "ms congeniality of Firefly airline," and I chuckled under my breath for 2 reasons: 1.) she's only been working here for roughly 10 months so she must be DOING something right if you catch my drift and 2.) I want to be recognized in a magazine :-( I can hear all of my fans now, okay okay I admit I have been featured in a magazine once. Mckenzie Yee of Gilbert, Arizona creative director of clearlykenzie was featured in Go Gilbert! Circa 2009 for their back to school issue, I got to wear True Religion jeans and I even wore the bedazzled old navy flip flops I had brought along with me. Other models were there too, a teenage boy with a surfer bleach blond Justin Bieber hair do and a stick thin, possibly starved, brown haired girl my age, both hired from a modeling agency. I was there with my little brother because my parents won a silent auction at my dads work function, they didn't provide snacks but it was still quite glamorous. Yes I was a model! Ok stop asking! You're embarrassing me! 
Ms congeniality of Firefly airlines September 2015 issue's hobbies include "traveling, reading and cooking," oh wow she's diverse and probably well read. 
I'm kind of starting to realize that not all things are as they seem. My modeling claim to fame was definitely not all of the glamour I was hoping, and I bet ms congeniality September 2015 would much rather sit down with some reruns of her favorite sitcom and some "fish balls" (a big hit in Asia, actually) than cook all day with the discovery channel in the background while her perfect little Asian babies read her favorite novel to her in one of their 7 languages they speak. Okay now I'm just being harsh.
In my resume I list some of my hobbies as "running, reading, writing," ok here's the sitch b!tch: 
-I run, but I can barely make it a mile and a quarter without convincing myself my body is beautiful the way it is and I don't need to tighten my stomach to one day find a man. Then I convince myself I deserve 3 breakfasts and a day full of watching Greys Anatomy, but hey, at least I don't wear ballet flats with American Eagle jeans- or army pants. 
-I read, I mean it took me a year to read the first Maze Runner book and I actually saw the first and second movie before I finished the book, but it's something. Also I am in the middle of Harry Potter book 5 and have been since July, so you can say I'm pretty well read. Also I have very dutifully read the spark notes of The Hobbit, Heart of Darkness and several other assigned readings. Sorry English teachers, you were still some of my favorite teachers.
-I write in my journal 3-4 times a week and I emotionally vent/write/vomit on my little blog of mine so basically I am a writer, I will be doing a book signing at Barnes and Nobles at Santan mall, dates coming soon. 
The 3 hobbies included on my resume paint a completely different picture than the true human behind them. I'm not your average under achieving, happy go lucky 18 year old, no, I am much more than that! Some things just aren't as they seem. Some people, some intentions and some situations are just not as they seem. I have a hard time with this concept, I like things to be explicit so I see exactly what I am getting into without getting too emotionally invested. One time I let my guard down and jumped in, only to feel like I was getting fed to the sharks. But if I didn't jump in, if I didn't have that experience where I let something that wasn't as it seemed enter my life, I wouldn't be the same person I am today- making (attempting to) rude jokes about the girl sitting next to me on a plane. But for real, not everything is as it seems, but that doesn't mean it's not worth it. Life is scary, not everything comes with a clear coat where you can see what that package includes- the trials and happiness and experiences, but that's where we just have to trust that truly everything happens for a reason. 

xoxo

Friday, September 25, 2015

12 Things

I am aware that I do not know everything, I am aware that I hardly know anything and that I am still learning a lot about life and relationships and how to just be a functioning human being that doesn't give in to her want to sit in bed and watch Netflix all day (which I have been doing for the past two days by the way, okay the last week stop asking!) but I have learned a little bit, and there have been so many times in my life where I have done something or gone through something and wished that I could have seen that coming, that I somehow had the knowledge to change the twisted fate that I had recieved. Here are 12 things that I wish someone would have told me when I was 12.

12.) You are jealous of those teenage girls at the food court pizza line being hit on by that random guy, but don't be. Don't feel insecure because he isn't trying to flirt with you, you are 12. When you turn 16 and figure out how to apply mascara with proper caution and you know when to hold back on the eyeliner, you will be flirted with. And when your time has come and you are being hit on in the pizza line in the food court, while it is flattering yet kind of super disgusting, the line "I am sorry I would really like to get to know you but I have a boyfriend," works like a charm. Because trust me, no one wants a boy who sits around the food court at Chandler Mall trying to pick up girls for a boyfriend.
11.) Be friends with friends who make you laugh until your root beer spits out of your nose, friends that will try on hideous gowns with you in department stores and friends that you can confide in. The years coming up are challenging and thrilling and scary, and you will need some good backup when the storm hits hard.
10.) Take your mom's advice!!! Maybe I was just blessed with a mother who, as much as I do not want to admit it, is right about pretty much everything. Take her boy advice because guess what, she once liked a boy too and probably has a bit more experience in that department than you. I remember jumping into the car freshman year and screaming with my heart fluttering oh so fast, "MOM THE CUTE BOY WITH THE CUTE HAIR SAID 'heyyy McKenzie.'" and then she and I would carefully disect every moment of that interaction, and she would tell me what I should do next. Also while on the subject of moms, tell them everything. I remember the day after my first kiss I casually said with a squeal "guess what I did last night mom, I kissed a boy," and she was SO MAD at me that I didn't go and wake her up when I got home to tell her. And telling her was exciting. Friends are important, but your mom always has your best interest in mind, she is always rooting for you and you don't have to worry that her advice will backfire in the sense that she is secretly crushing on the same boy as you- like a friend might.
9.) You think boys are tough now? You think it is annoying how shy and awkward boys are? Wait until you get in highschool and those annoying boys suddenly become even cuter (if you can imagine that is possible) yet they still are annoying and awkward and sometimes shy, so now you have a dreamy boy sitting next to you who somehow just got 400 times more complicated in every way. It just gets more fun from there! Boys are kind of really dumb when they're 12, and when they're 14 and when they're 16 and guess what even when they're 18, and pretty much everything in between and a lot after. So when a boy is being dumb to you, remember "he is dreamy, but he is not the sun. You are."
8.) Kissing really is as great as everyone says and it isn't one of those overrated things. Also your first kiss will come, everyone has ones so just wait, your time will come young baby. Plus, I disagree with my mom on this- she says we learn from everything and all of that great stuff- but as Derek Shepherd puts it "every kiss before the right kiss doesn't matter anyway."
7.) Sometimes you will feel like you just didn't make the cut. Kind of like that selfie that wasn't cute enough for Instagram but not ugly enough for Twitter, you just didn't make it. Whether you didn't make the volleyball team or you didn't get the job or the boy didn't fall for you- you may feel as though you fall short, but trust me, if anything that boy who didn't like you back is cutting himself short because you, my dear, you are the sun. You shine bright, you are above the cut and anyone who fails to meet you there is beneath that.
6.) It is never okay ever to steal another girls boyfriend!!! And I know, a girl cannot single handidly (weird and wrong word I know I am aware) take away a boy from another girl, but do not go for the boy that is already engrossed in a relationship- it is never worth it. And maybe the boy seems as though he is worth it, but is a boy who drops another girl for you, the kind that you want? What if in three months a girl that catches his eye comes along, you might have to worry about him dropping you too.
5.) Everything looks better on Instagram- oh wow what is that? You have never heard that before? No one in your life has ever told you that social media is not 100% truthful? Well you are in luck 12 year old McKenzie, because I am here to do the job! The thing is, some of my most memorable nights with friends actually are not photographed and filtered on Instagram, not every boy I have kissed I have taken a selfie with and tweeted it and not every exciting moment in my life is plastered on social media. A lot of it is, but still. It is so easy to fake happiness through an Instagram post, so when you think you are missing out on something because everyone else's Valencia filtered pictures of them "lunch dating <3" at costa vida are kind of killing your vibe, suck it up and remember you really like Some Burros more- and also you don't know what is going on behind the picture. 
4.) Don't not wear something because no one else thinks it's cute, and don't wear something because everyone else things it's cute. I wore combat boots one day of my life my junior year and I still regret that decision, I never liked those. And I am sure that many of my outfits were judged with those "look up and down" eyes by girls who were thinking "why is she mixing a print with a print it kind of looks like a toddler dressed her," and then they would walk away with their nose higher than their GPA. Basically, wear what makes you feel happy, what makes you feel like your best self and what gives you the confidence to walk up to that cute boy in the cafeteria and give a flirty "hello," while in line for cheese fries. 
3.) Probably learn to stop cringing everytime you walk past the bra and underwear sections in stores with your mom, because teenage girls like to talk about that stuff when they get older and you're going to have to get comfortable with that. As much as passing the underwear box in Target makes you want to crawl open the ground beneath you, suck it up and look the other way if you have to.
2.) Don't get hung up on not getting "that text back," or getting "hit with the reads," or that sinking feeling when he opens your snapchat and doesn't respond. There are two responses I tell myself when I find myself in the blues because of this. 1- He most likely is busy and just cannot answer me. 2- I do not want a boy who can't take 3 seconds out of his day to shoot me back a text to tell me he is busy so he will text me later. If a boy ignores your text, find a new boy to text. Heck go text his best friend, make the boy jealous. Whatever, you're young, boys are like a buffet- you can pick and choose what you want, because unfortunately they are going to play you, so you gotta play or get played.
1.) You are going to feel alone a lot in the next couple of years, you are going to have times where you feel fat, your hair looks gross, you do not measure up, you aren't smart enough, the list goes on. When those dark clouds come over you do not let yourself sink in too far, recognize what it feels like to be bummed so when you feel that feeling starting to come over you again you will know what you need to do to solve your situation.

12 year old McKenzie, you will flunk a final, land your dream job, loose friends and meet friends, learn to love Diet Coke, get your heart broken, break some hearts, learn to study the scriptures, be confused and lost but one day you will be listening to a sweet 10 year old bless the food and thank your Heavenly Father for you and you will realize that all of the hurt and sorrow you once felt sometime in your past is merely a memory. You will realize that sometimes people and things have to go out of your life, only to make room for better things to come. So heads up, you may never completely make it out of your "awkward phase," but you will find out about eyelash extensions and those help.


xoxo

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

19 in 19


I turn 19 in 19 days. Gross, I know. I am old. Not old like I have a bad back and I complain about my food at restaurants, but the kind of old where "sh*t gets real, real fast," and where I kind of have to make grown up decisions and I have to think about taxes- gross, again. 
When I was 12, I pictured that at 19 I would be fully engrossed in my studies at some amazing university, I would have a boyfriend and I would basically know everything. Oh how I kind of misjudged that one. The number 19 was always enchanting to me, which is odd because I feel as though everyone else in this world thinks of it as an awkward age where you are waiting to enter your twenties, but for me it is exciting and funny and sparkly. 18 was a really challenging, educating and amazing year for me, I learned a lot about how I do not know a lot, and I am okay with that. I have come up with 18 words or phrases to describe my 18th year- my senior year, kind of the year where everything changed for me.

1. Change
2. Love the lovers, play the players
3. Laughter
4. Tears
5. Loss
6. Running
7. Love
8. Work
9. Pushing the limits
10. Pranks
11. Goodbyes
12. Revenge
13. Bold
14. Boys
15. Confusion
16. Hellos
17. Friends
18. Beginning

xoxo

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Mixed Messages


My freshman year of high school I had a crush on this boy. I remember this moment like it is an important one in the box of "McKenzie's memories that shaped her into the outstanding human being she is today," (that box is a collection of words of wisdom during back scratches from mom, broken hearts experienced because of boys and the day I decided to try Diet Coke) this boy walked up to me at the end of 5th period Honors English class and put his hands up, I assumed he was going in for a hug because his hands were up and he said with excitement "McKenzie!" And because of my vast experience with boys at that point, I went in for a hug. Bad move, because after we pulled away he chuckled "Oh I was going in for a high five but that's cool too," my cheeks still turn red when I think of that moment.
Here's the thing, boys give mixed messages like Frat parties hand out STD's, it's inevitable. This is hard because to a girl, when a boy smiles at her in the hallway her heart is melting and she is already envisioning their wedding day and has decided to go with sunflowers rather than garden roses for the bridesmaids, a bold choice she tells her friends in the cafeteria. And then she turns around and sees that same boy, the same boy who offered the sweet smile basically asking for her hand in marriage in the process, is clearly flirting with that blond girl over a tray of french fries. So not cool, because the girl has already chosen their wedding colors to make sure they compliment both of their skin tones, and now he is throwing everything away! Ugh the nerve! Naturally, this is the blond girl's fault, because it is better to believe that she someone casted a spell on this boy to flirt with her, rather than he thinks she is cute and the girl refuses to believe that he smiles like that to every girl in the hallway. Like it is easy for a boy to hand out mixed signals, it is easy for a girl to blame another girl for her crush not reciprocating the same feelings.
I wish that boys came with a warning label, like a "WARNING: I will lead you on and when I find the next best offer swoop that up before I have time to give you another thought," or "WARNING: I will make you fall for me by the fact that I am falling for you, and then crush your heart and I will move on and you will watch me move further from your heart," or "WARNING: I am not a nice guy," but instead, boys come with mixed messages. He comes with the cutest crooked smile you have ever seen, he comes with the greatest hugs a human can experience, but he also comes with an expiration date, which of course like the warning label, is hidden underneath all of that dreaminess.
May strength and clear headiness be with us all when trying to decode these mixed messages.

xoxo