Draping assignment for class

Some guy that sat there for two hours so I could draw him

She's gonna be a soccer playing, she is she iiiiiis

Music is my boyfriend

drums Adam hot Lazzara (T.B.S.) I would love to do this one over again, I think I could do it so much better and maybe not at 2 in the morning.

Brandon Boyd (Incubus) I'm pretty sure this doesn't fully capture his intensely good looks.

Adam Lazzara again

Some girl that sat in front of me for two hours so I could draw her

I'm sorry it took me so long (to come around) I'm sorry it took me so long

Sorry everyone, yet again I have failed you in keeping up my blog. You've reminded me relentlessly to do so, so here I am in math class choosing to not pay attention to the lesson and instead update. If I fail the next test I will wholeheartedly blame you. In the interest of time and my math grade I will just make a quick list of things that I have been keeping myself busy with/struck my interest since the last post. I may later come back to add more, but lets be realistic I probably won't. Oh I will be posting more art on here soon but I don't have those pictures with me at the moment. On to the list....

- Taking Back Sunday "Where You Want to Be" album (I remember the day it came out 4 years ago. I bought it and listened to it for no joke the whole first half of my senior year everyday during art. It feels good to step back in time, musically at least)

- Chris McCandless

- somewhat of a Zebley family reunion with 5 of the 7 brothers

- working my 2 jobs

- schoolwork, tests

- my crushes on Mehmet and Deron growing immensely

- Brand New

- The Office

- wanting to go to Bombay House more than life (still haven't gone for quite a while, just saying)

- drawing

- being cold, but thankfully not as cold as other winters...yet

- wanting to go to another country more than anything else (preferably India, oh then I could get my Indian food too, and have the chance to use the most gay phrase ever "killing two birds with one stone" but I would not)

There's probably more I could write but I'm going to go ahead and work on my math now.

You treat 'em like an obligation, welcome to the occupation

This is a picture of my little brother Mitch when he was about 5 or so, I really don't remember. I was at my mom's house today and drew this between conference and dinner. It's not done yet but almost. He was probably the cutest kid ever, we're not sure what happened. Just kidding, I love you Mitch.
This one I drew last night at work. I was looking in a magazine (we aren't aloud to read books which severly pisses me off considering I couldn't care less what Britney Spears or anyone else is doing) and I saw this little boy in a Ralph Lauren ad. He is soooo cute I HAVE to have sons that look like this. He's like 4 and already rockin the sidebag, what a heartbreaker.
This is some building in Egypt. Obviously it is not even close to done, but maybe if I put it on here it will motivate me to actually finish it. We'll see.

Here I am again writing another blog only to satisfy the needs of my friends at work. It does nothing for me. After drawing a picture last night at work and being reminded yet again of my insufficient blog updating, I decided I should turn my blog into a place to post my artwork. I will also post it on my facebook but on here I can write a little about each one. That will be fun.

I really fast need to update on some recent occurrences. Jack's Mannequin's The Glass Passenger has fully lived up to it's expectation of taking over my life. I won't lie the first time I listened to it all the way through I was not hugely impressed. I, just as I felt with Everything In Transit, thought it was good and would like to listen to it again but wasn't necessarily blown out of the water. But just as any good relationship should, the feelings have grown with time (yes it's only been a week, but this is BYU town I don't feel out of place). Also the Tuesday before that Cold War Kids - Loyalty to Loyalty AND Kings of Leon - Only by the Night came out. I absolutely love both of those albums and am a little saddened that Jack's came out so quickly after these two. I really didn't have a good amount of time to fully love them and I'm clearly not taking Jack's out of the player soon. That's what running and my iPod Nathaniel on shuffle is for.

I'd teach a course on how I got to be a star crossed pimp

As I sat pondering in our thinking chair upon last nights events, I was drawn to the sound of footsteps as they seemed to gracefully pierce the sidewalk directly outside the window. My eyes were overwhelmed with what could be no better described as than the warmth of a summer days sunset. He's was about 5'9 or 5' 10 (perfect height) and had beautiful flowing hair. I couldn't look away. He must have felt my gaze as he turned and looked down through the window with those beautiful eyes the color of tree bark. The sun seemed to caress his well chiseled face. Within seconds I heard a knock at my door. It was him. I couldn't believe it. Who would have thought that today September 13th 2008 I would find the man of my dreams....


OK so there's not much truth to the previous, but that didn't stop Jared and I from having probably the best time ever coming up with it here on this lovely Saturday morning. Jared by the way is a really great guy: loves to play WII (comes over all the time to do so and is especially good at boxing, but I'm better) cook, clean, read, make jewelry, etch - a -sketch, has an adorable accent and did I mention is SINGLE. Just in case you were wondering. By the way he is the type of guy who actually asks girls out in person not over the phone or the douche way- through text. Therefore he is a real man.

Anyway it's seems lately people have been bringing up the subject of blogs around me quite a bit. Just last night at work after a wonderful discussion of Indian food and how I've been meaning to make it for myself lately, but the fact that all the ingredients costs close to $30 deters me every time (I'll save those cooking skills til later in life, back to cereal for now), Courtney reminded me that I haven't posted a blog in a long long time. So here I am posting one. It's all for you Courtney. Also I was reading some of my friend Joey's blogs from his recent travels (JEALOUS) and thought sure I will write one. Not that I really have much to write about or any sweet stories about surviving my way alone through a foreign land (you're a brave one Joey, you will have to teach me those skills), but that's OK I will write one anyway. Maybe I am just trying to forewarn the dullness of this blog. But don't stop I'm about the talk about Third Eye Blind. Intrigued?

So basically for the past 3 or 4 months I have been on a Third Eye Blind craze. Not quite sure how it all began but I'm not complaining it's been great. For you out there that hear the name Third Eye Blind and think - oh didn't they have a song in the 90's or something called something life? - It's Semi-Charmed Life and yes that's them and I will have you know they have two other albums besides that self titled one featuring that hit and they are currently recording a new album. Also the singer Stephan Jenkins probably couldn't be more attractive and he can do way better than Vanessa Carlton (me). If you are a true fan as I am you would know all about all three albums and how every song is beyond amazing. I can't describe my love for them. I bring this up because I feel that it might be time for me to change the cd in my car from the steady 3eb rotation it's been on (ok I did throw in some Muse and Mae at least once during this summer) and get something else playing. I feel good about it though because Cold War Kids has a new album out on the 23rd and my beloved Jack's Mannequin has their long awaited return on the 30th. Clearly these albums with be taking over my life. Good thing I don't have a boyfriend currently, he would undoubtedly get pushed aside. JK he would hopefully also be reveling in the joy of these albums.

Basically I don't have much else to write about, well I dont really feel like writing more actually. So I will be ending my writing and going back to eating my delicious Maverick frozen yogurt and watching Kelly and Jared WII box. I'm next and I will throw down. Good day.

A couple of days ago I found myself watching Tyra as I was waiting for my lunch to settle so I could go running. The topic of the day was "Label Mania." They talked to all these different girls who said how they feel so much better about themselves when they are wearing Prada or Gucci or have one of those ugly Louis Vitton bags hanging from their shoulder. Tyra even had three girls from the audience, who are clearly high end designer obsessed, compete in a nasty Fear Factor like competition where the winner won the latest bag by Dolce or LV, I don't really remember or care. All the girls were ecstatic to have the chance of winning this $800 designer bag and were willing to do anything for it. It was sickening, I probably should have thrown up all over myself. If not from that, I definitely should have from this : a girl in the audience said she was 21 years old and $22 thou in debt, no doubt from spending all of her money on materialistic designer stuff. She didn't even seem phased as she told the audience this. How could that not freak you out that you're probably going to be declaring bankruptcy by the time you're 23. I'm also 21 and thankfully I have no debt at all.


I think I just sat here for literally 5 minutes because I don't even know where to begin. Part of me wants to line up all the girls from that episode, slap them all individually, steal each of their bags to later sell on Ebay, then to top it off, I don't know I would probably just push one of them down and leave. Yes I know in reality I would never do that and if put in the situation I would most likely just talk to them or something. I'd like to think I would at least steal one of their bags though. Then the other part of me just feels almost sorry for them. Do you honestly have to define who you are by the label on your clothes? It's called personality - get one.


Now I'm not trying to be rude to people that are this way. I guess I'm just saying it doesn't make sense to me that you would care so much about what you're wearing and how expensive it is to the point that you don't even care if you have to go into debt just to get it. Even if I did have the money I don't think I would ever be able to justify spending close to a thousand dollars on some bag that's just going to hold my keys and money...and all that other crap girls carry in their bags. (And the answer to your question is- I have no idea why girls, myself totally included, carry so much stuff in there, and no I don't usually need it. It's just comforting to know that I do have my swim suit, change of clothes, hiking boots, spare tire, a Sherpa, you know the essentials at my side at all times. You never know how the day will play out.) Now I am probably the cheapest girl out there, so I can't really justify spending money on anything, but that is beyond ridiculous to spend so much on one item. And it's not even clothing, it's an accessory. You can still feel good about yourself and look good without spending so much. If it matters to you so much, just lie and tell them it's D&G or whoever. It's not like anyone is going to make you take off your shirt and prove it. Although I might, because that would be funny and really I just want to say that to someone.

In response to this you may be wondering - OK then why did you go to school for fashion. The answer is as follows. I do think it is good to dress well and take care of yourself and try to look your best. I do love clothes and I really, more than almost anything else, besides music and traveling which are probably ranked at the same level, love drawing. So I thought it would be fun to design clothes. I still think it is, but as I got more into it I came across a lot of this- all that matters is who you're wearing kind of stuff. I really don't want to be in an industry that is so focused on that and filled with people that revolve their lives around it. I just don't care enough about designers and the fashion world. There's so much more I could say about this, but I can't really word it. I just don't want to be surrounded by that.

I could go on and on about this subject as well as so so much more about other various money topics that are racing through my brain right now. This one has nothing to do with this, but it's sort of the same and I feel the need to touch on it right now. Someone please answer me this. Why do newly married couples feel the need to go out and buy brand new cars and take out loans to buy houses and crap? I can't see why they think they need all that right away. Ugh I hate kids that grow up rich and expect to have the best of everything all the time. Get a job. I'm just going to stop now, but really I'm just really bothered and sick of people waisting their money on frivolous things. I hope this all doesn't come off as rude, though maybe it has hmmm.

Tuesday I had the glorious experience of having all four of my wisdom teeth pulled, yay! I probably haven't ever had so much fun in my life. Let's see, yep never had more fun. No, really it wasn't that bad. I got paid $550 for it too, so that was sweet. All I had to do was stay in this place for 24 hours and do all these weird "favors" for this guy. At first I felt a little uncomfortable, but I just had to remember- it's all for the money. Actually you're disgusting and have you ever met me before. Obviously that's not true. I did have to stay in their clinic place for a day and a half though. It was a study for the medication to be taken after the surgery, but I never ended up taking the medication because I wasn't in that much pain. Apparently I have a high pain tolerance. My mom says that's true and I've always been like that. She said that when I was little and had to get shots I never cried, I would just stand there and take them. She also has said she thought I was retarded or handicapped too, thanks Mom, love you too.

It was pretty uneventful laying in bed all day and night (thanks to my insomnia and the awkward feeling in my mouth, I probably slept, collectively, maybe two hours while I was there). Almost immediately after I got out of surgery all the nurses where ordering themselves lunch and of course they were getting Cafe Rio. This severely pissed me off. Then while they were eating their Cafe Rio they were talking about how good Bombay House is. At this point I was ready to kill. Must you talk about my two absolute favorite places to eat right in front of me when you know that I can only eat soft foods for the next week or so? How inconsiderate can you be? Nothing else of my stay is much worth writing about. Well, one girl passed out but that's nothing to freak out about.

The next day I was pretty swollen and it was awesome! I was hoping someone I didn't know would ask me what happened to my face so I could tell them a long story of how I beat someone up and they only got in two punches to my mouth. Unfortunately I never got the opportunity. I was also contemplating committing some kind of crime so I could have a mug shot taken but I couldn't bring myself to get something put on my permanent record just for a sweet picture. So I just took some myself. Today my swelling is pretty much gone, so I don't look like I should weigh 500 pounds anymore.

The whole experience wasn't all that bad and to me the worst part definitely was not pain. It's the fact that I can't go running, and still can't for a few more days. I have to wait til the areas are healed so I don't get nasty throw up dry socket. I HATE not being able to run. It's all I can think about! Right after I got out of surgery I was like - OK sweet, got that done. Now heal so I can run right now!! If you know me at all, you know the extent of how much this bothers me.

Friday night after attending the Chance and Dan sing-a-long at Muse, Shayla and I were off to our much anticipated "Girls Night Out". We finally found Courtney's apartment after seriously like twenty minutes, no probably more than that, of driving around Provo trying to find it. When we finally found it it was, not even kidding, like MAYBE four blocks from Muse. This yet again is just another example that attests to: Mallory driving + Provo = She's retarded. I honestly don't know what it is with that town. I can find my way around Salt Lake just fine, you'd think I would be able to figure out Provo. Whatever. So anyway at our girls night, which consisted of work friends and myself, we started to discuss blogging. We may or may not have read peoples' and made fun of them, but that is beside the point. Might I add that our girls night lasted for a good 4 or so hours and not a single picture was taken. I think by current "girls night out" standards that would make it completely unsuccessful. Anyway, a few of the girls have their own blogs and were telling me to start one of my own. I have personally always thought they were super gay and a waste of my time, but due to recent boredom and slight insomnia I've been having for a couple months now - here I am. Considering my days are usually quite uneventful and mainly consist of 6-8 hours of work, about 2 hours of working out, school (when it's in session) and then however else I decide to spend the rest of my time, I just don't really see how many people would be too interested in what I have to say or well write about. But here we are.

So the other day I had an epiphany of sorts pertaining to schooling and the rest of my life. I had recently met a woman shopping at my work that designs and makes custom gowns and wedding dresses. Since I'm studying fashion at school I thought it would be a good idea to work with her company part time and see how I like it. So last Thursday I went and started working. I worked on sewing a corset for about two hours and then it was time to close. Oh just to let you know I found this ladies address on the first try. I was shocked too. As I was listening to Muse's Origin of Symmetry album (that has nothing to do with my story, I just want you to know I was listening to Muse. They're good) I realized - I cannot and will not do this (meaning sewing, fashion etc.) for the rest of my life. I do not have a passion for it, I hate sewing and the whole idea of that being my life makes we want to throw up. Not in the excited "throw up all over my thighs" kind of way, but the really bad way. I've always slightly felt in the back of my mind that I didn't really want to do this, but maybe I will grow to love it or at least like it more. Well I didn't and I'm basically saying eff it to that whole plan and I applied to go to UVU and I'm going to be majoring in Fine Arts. My dream job is to travel the whole world (7 times) and paint/draw what I see and experience other cultures. Now as far as I know no one is going to pay me to do that, but I'm amazing and watch it happen.

Insomnia still going strong so I'm just going to ramble on. Oh are you kidding me, did that just rhyme. I hate myself. So a few days ago marks the end of an "era", if you will, for me. After it's release April 15th, the Mariah Carey E=MC2 album has left my cd player in the car. That was a good strong month or month and a half I had been listening to that and nothing else. Well minus the ten days I was in Egypt. I didn't bring my iPod, for fear of losing it, so I didn't listen to much of my own music then. It's OK I had sweet Amr Diab to get me by. It had been awhile before this Mariah stint that I had listened to one album so consistently. Every now and again this happens to me. The last one I recall was Mae's Singularity. Man was that a good one. It lasted quite a while, I'm sure anyone that was friends with me at that time remembers it quite well.

I don't know how everyone else feels about late late night t.v. but I'm pretty pissed that Full House is nowhere to be found. I swear Home Improvement has been on repeat forever. It's a fine show, but I just want to watch some classic touching moments between Danny and D.J. or Uncle Jesse and Joey in a fight about something really stupid. Oh well Home Improvement will have to suffice for now. Actually I'm probably going to go to bed. Honestly I highly doubt I will be updating this that often and I even more highly doubt caring.