VEDA again

So I finished VEDA. I managed to only miss one day, and since that was due to my computer being an old lady I feel like that's pretty dang good.
I actually ended up enjoying vlogging quite a bit.  It took some getting used to, talking to a camera every day, especially on those occasions when I could not find a time to do so when nobody was home so I had to just deal with sounding like a repetitive, slightly narcissistic crazy person to my roommates. But I always love that feeling of discovering some new way of creating things that I've never tried before, especially when you find out that you're actually not completely terrible at it.  I know my videos aren't exactly youtube masterpieces, but I've definitely seen a lot worse out there, and people have told me they've enjoyed them, so I call it a success.
So I'm going to continue to make videos, probably 2-4 times a month.  A lot of vloggers give themselves a certain day to make videos on but I think I'm just going to make them when I feel like I have something to talk about, and give myself more flexibility for the times when my life is boring or I'm too busy.
Here's a link to the entire playlist of my vlog: clicky click
I appreciate any and all comments on the videos.  Thanks guys!


Hey friends.  As I said in my previous post, I'm Vlogging Every Day in April.  I've done three videos so far, and as I do each one I add them to the playlist linked below, so you can go there to see them all.  I'd appreciate it if you watched and "liked" them, and comments of course make me happier than a cat in a cardboard box factory.
Click here to go to the playlist

Remember how I used to be really bad at keeping a blog?

However, two things:

1. I'm currently in the middle of yet again altering the course of my life, so once that decision is made I'll make a post about it for those of you who don't know what's been going on with my schooling (read: pretty much everyone except my parents and Caitlin). So that's on the way at some point this month.
2. I'm going to attempt totally succeed at doing VEDA=Vlog Every Day in April. For those of you who do not live on the internet as I do, a vlog is a video blog. (blog= web log, vlog= video log). Most people who vlog do so on youtube, but there are some other platforms around. Those two guys John and Hank Green I'm always talking about got their internet fame via their youtube channel vlogbrothers, which started off with them only communicating via video or phone calls for a year.  I've never vlogged before, but I thought I'd give it a shot this coming month. I doubt I'll be doing a whole lot of it after April is over, but we'll see if I end up liking it- who knows, maybe I'll be better at remembering to keep up with it than I am with this blogging business.  Anyhoo, once that starts up I'll post a link to those and then maybe at the end of April I'll link a playlist of the whole crazy affair. Not gonna lie, I'm kind of excited about it.

Okay, that's it for now. Stay gold.

What's in a name?

EDIT: I started this post about a month ago and forgot about it, so this story is actually quite old but I thought I would finish it anyway. So here you go.

I'd like to start this post with a shout-out to my parents for their exemplary child-naming skills.  I may be slightly biased on the topic, but if you ask me, my sisters and I all have awesome names.  They're unique enough that we've never been in a class with four other people of the same names, but still not one of those crazy names that take people a while to process after you tell them your name.  You know the ones.  They tell you their name and you're like

Plus, they're nice names. They're pretty.  So thank you, dearest mother and father, for having a firm handle on how the naming process should work.
Aside from my name not being weird or boring or anything, I just really like the name Mallory. Like if it weren't my name I'd probably give it to a future daughter of mine. I just really like it.  Again, there may be a slight bias here but we're going to ignore it.
So the other day I went to the Taco Bell on campus for taco-y goodness and the guy at the register asked for my name to call, like they always do. So I told him "Mal" because that's what I usually use at restaurants and stuff since it's quicker to write.  And the guy sort of pauses and looks up at me and goes, "Did you know your name means 'bad' in Spanish?"
No, really?
But not only was that a weird thing to say to a stranger, but he said it all flirty-like, with this grin like I'm supposed to think he's hilarious.  Like, hey there girl at the Taco Bell, did you know your name is terrible and also would you like to kiss me?
So I replied all nonchalant, "Yeah, well my name's actually Mallory and it means 'bad luck' or 'unlucky,'" hoping to just leave it at that and be on my merry way. But then he starts asking me all these questions about it and trying to explain all matter-of-fact that "oh, well in Spanish suerte is luck so I never would have guessed that," so I explained that it came from 'mal huere' which I think is French, so it didn't have Spanish origins, and he just keeps going ON AND ON. Meanwhile there are like six people behind me in line and I'm getting super embarrassed about holding up the line, but every time I try to leave he keeps talking to me.
So finally I was like, "Well, I'm sorry, but my name doesn't come from any Spanish origins, and I would definitely know since I have a Spanish minor and it is, you know, my name. Can I have my change, please?"  Which felt really rude but it had been several minutes and there is a time and a place for flirtatiously attacking the etymology of a girl's name.  And then as I was waiting for my ONE SINGLE TACO I MEAN REALLY THE PRICE I PAID FOR THIS ONE TACO WAS NOT WORTH IT AT ALL off to the side Mr. Register keeps looking over at me and I'm seriously considering just ditching the entire idea of taco-y goodness but I figured I'd already suffered too much for this taco to abandon it now.  AND THEN another guy who'd been behind me in line comes and stands next to me and says, "That was the weirdest way to flirt with someone I've ever seen."  So at least it wasn't me that was thinking he was trying to flirt and just doing a really really really bad job.
And that is the story of why I'm now afraid of the BYU Cougareat's Taco Bell.

That's right... I AM the Pumpkin Queen!

(And I just can't wait until next Halloween, because I've got some new ideas that will really  make them scream!)

So it's no secret that Halloween is my favorite thing.
It certainly doesn't have anything to do with the fact that I'm incredibly dorky and Halloween is an excuse to dress up in nerdy costumes and see other people dressed up in nerdy costumes.
... Nope, definitely not.
Since I live in a college town now and don't get trick-or-treaters, I make up for it by spending as much time on campus as possible on Halloween just people watching.  Every year I meet lots of awesome people, and this year was no exception.  Unfortunately I forgot to bring my camera to campus, so that was lame. 
My favorite was definitely the guy dressed up as Patsy from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.  The costume was perfect, and he had the music from the show playing from a speaker on his pack, and he pretty much just went galloping around campus clapping his coconut halves together all day.  He actually followed me around for a bit so I galloped for him. :D
My original plan for this year was to be Madeline.  Like, this Madeline:

But because I'm lame I didn't get everything together in time.  I thought I was just gonna can it and use the fact that my hair is pretty much black now (oh by the way, my hair's pretty much black now. I don't really like it though, so I'm thinking I'll dye it back relatively soon) and my black lipstick (don't ask why I have black lipstick) and dress up like a goth kid from 2003 or something.  But that morning I had a stroke of inspiration and instead I decided to be Franny from Meet the Robinsons.

It turned out pretty good considered it was thrown together at the last minute.

Lemme tell ya though, my red pumps were KILLING me by the end of the day.
I also met several incarnations of the Doctor and a Weeping Angel who was AWESOME.  She kept sneaking up behind people and making scary faces and then covering her face when they turned around. She was brilliant.  Another favorite was a guy who was dressed up as Bob Ross and set up an easel in the middle of the courtyard and painted a picture and was completely in character the WHOLE TIME.  I could not stop grinning.
Halloween is also my favorite because I love carving pumpkins.  I went with a Doctor Who theme this year- the tenth Doctor, and what I think are the two scariest aliens on the show, the Weeping Angels and the Vashta Nerada.  If you know what they are then you know why they're scary, and if you don't then I'm not going to confuse the crap out of you by long-windedly trying to explain it here.  Because let's face it: it's pretty hard to explain Doctor Who without sounding like a crazy.

I will not lie to you my friends- I am very proud of these pumpkins.  I actually made the pattern for the Vashta Nerada victim (that's the skull astronaut for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about) myself.  Please, please, hold your applause.
I spent the evening with my friends Maren and Swensy being ridiculous together.  It was a grand ol' time.
I realized on Wednesday that I judge people a lot based on their enthusiasm for Halloween.  Like if you dress up for Halloween and have the guts to come to campus in your costume my opinion of you skyrockets about 8000%.  And people who say they don't really get into Halloween kind of instantly lose their appeal for me.
I mean, if you don't like Halloween, I can probably still like you.  Probably.  But I think it says a lot about a person and their willingness to just be silly and fun. Nothing makes me like a person more than unbridled enthusiasm for things.

But if you're thinking 'bout my baby it don't matter if you're left or right.

I'm gonna start off this brand-spanking new blog with a rant: POLITICS.
Because I'm sure you all want to hear more about that.
But fear not, I'm not here to talk about my opinions on any particular people or parties or positions (oh good gracious that was a beautiful alliteration).  I'm going to talk about how much I loathe politics.
Like, the idea of politics is great.  The philosophy and all is fine.  But American politics has become so disgusting to me.  Basically I live in dread of presidential elections because it just turns people into hate-filled ignoramuses.
Now I acknowledge that this is not true of everyone.  But right now you're thinking, "Oh yeah, like me.  I am that exception."
No, you're not.
The worst is after every debate or when big events are going on, and everyone has to register their opinion on facebook (and the internet in general), and it generally consists of the supporters of each side/candidate tearing down the other side and talking about how their side was the clear winner of the debate or how the other person is so obviously an idiot who doesn't know what they're talking about.
It just wears me out that we're so pressured to be divided into two types of people, and that people are so unwilling to really listen to what everyone involved is saying and instead just work to find ways to tear their "opponents" down.  It's negative and destructive and STRESSFUL.
Especially for people like me who don't really identify as a Republican or a Democrat, as Conservative or Liberal.  I just have opinions, and some of them happen to fit with certain parties and others don't.  This also makes, for me, even more evident everybody on facebook's tendency to ignore what's actually going on and just insist that the people they support are flawless and correct in every facet of their existence.

Okay well now that I've offended everybody I'll just leave you all to go about your business GOOD NIGHT.

Let's try this again, shall we?

So I've decided to attempt to run a blog again.  I have done this multiple times in the past and have ended up abandoning each one after a while.  We'll see how this one goes.
If you arrived here looking (for some reason) for my old blog, which used to have this url, it can now be found at  Just in case you wanted to witness the embarrassing and poorly designed disaster that was my old blog.  I wouldn't recommend it.
So let's get crackalackin', shall we?