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Walking [Jun. 28th, 2006|11:26 am]
[mood |giddygiddy]

The wind was warm and Mac had to admit the peace of the outdoors in this moment. Two days ago if you told her she would be walking down a Mexican beach with an 09er, she would have laughed in your face.

But here she was. And it wasn't half bad.

Beaver was kind of cute, sort of funny and even though related to the infamous Dick, very non-Dick like. He liked weird things like Russian literature, real estate and bananna creme pie. He also had sarcasm, she like that.

"...so I told Dick that he had better hide the dead squirrel or, or, ahahahaha, Kendall would never let him near the poolhouse again," Beaver said trying to catch his breath between laughs.

Mac laughed loudly along with him and she smiled at Beaver. "That was a most excellent tale of valour and chivalry. So any deep dark secrets I need to know about you?" She said in her best flirty voice. She wasn't actually sure she knew what a flirty voice sounded like, but she had watched just enough OC to mimic it.
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Mac takes a quiz. [Mar. 23rd, 2006|11:33 am]
[mood |mellowmellow]

Could math by any more boring?

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Nonsense. {Private} [Mar. 21st, 2006|02:09 pm]
Mac sat down to write a personal entry in her journal. She wasn't sure exactly what to write, but she knew that she needed to mark the occasion.

Today, I finished the site. It's perfect. I just kept pushing myself and the final product is a professional quality website that is going to knock the socks off of those Neptune High drones. Does anyone say "knock the socks off of" anymore? Sheesh.

Anyway, this means I can go to college, not just the local Neptune Community College, but a real college. Part of me loves the old fashioned idea of Brown, but my dream would be Rose-Hulman Institute of Technology. I guess I will just have to see how this ends up. Either way, it's more than I ever could have imagined.

I might buy a new car too. Something green and kinda flashy.

Mac smiled to herself, as she shut her laptop and laid back on her bed. The future was going to be awesome.
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VD [Feb. 15th, 2006|09:03 am]
[mood |productiveproductive]

It was Valentine's Day. Mac preferred to think of it as VD. She smiled and wished the 09ers a big dose of VD on this February 14th. Bitter, she was, but Valentine's day always made her a little more bitter. People sending each other flowers and candy, teenagers slobbering all over each other in the halls. Hormone fest, that is what it was and Mac didn't want any part of it. High school immaturity and the assholes of this school made not participating even easier.

Not that she had a choice, being boyfriendless and all.

She had walked by Veronica's car this morning and seen a present from Logan. She smirked a little. Those two were all secret schmoopy these days. Hearts were almost popping out of their heads when they passed each other in the hall and tried to pretend they didn't see the other one.

Since Madison's party, Mac had felt, if possible, even a little more alone. So she had set her mind to something bigger. A way to make some cash, screw over the 09ers and hopefully gain her a new car. It was still in the works, but the idea of it put a small smile on her face.

She kinda wanted to kiss her laptop, but English class might not be the best place to do it. Ahhh, bell ringing. Time to head outside for some more flash animation for the site that was going to garner her college fund.
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Precious Debates [Feb. 3rd, 2006|08:36 am]
[mood |frustratedfrustrated]

Mac had been lost in a cloud over the weekend. She put food in her mouth, but didn't taste it. She let the water from the shower run down her back but didn't feel the wetness of it. Dazed.

As she headed out to school on Monday, her mother had been saying words. Comforting mom words, like have a good day, don't forget to call me if you go somewhere, here is your lunch. Mac didn't really hear her. All she could see a big red "L" on her forehead. Liar. Her mother, her father, they lied to her every day.

She meandered through the first half of her classes and finally it was lunch. She saw Madison Sinclair, smiling and blond across the quad. Madison handed out papers and giggled her way through the 09ers.

Mac realized that it was almost her birthday which meant it was almost Madison's birthday too. That must be what the fliers were for. With a small nod to herself, Mac decided that would be the perfect time to see her family.

The breeze picked up a little and one of Madison's fliers drifted lazily toward her. With excitement and nervousness filling her, Mac picked it up. It looked like complete gibberish.

What the fuck? She was never going to get to the party now, never see the house she should have grown up in-- Wait, her brain was still working a little, hadn't her almost-friend Veronica once been an 09er? Wouldn't she know how to read the flier?

She scanned the lunch yard and saw Veronica and Wallace at a table together. She got up and walked over to them, feeling sane for the first time all day.
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Computers. [Dec. 29th, 2005|03:20 pm]
[mood |thoughtfulthoughtful]

The first time Mac touched a computer, it was love. She had only been five when she had wandered into her father's office and ran her fingers over the keys. Seconds later of course, her mother came storming into the room, yelling, "Cindy, we don't touch daddy's things." At first maybe it was the rebellion that made her continue attempting to sneak into the office and inspect the machine, but over time she figured how to turn it on, how to make react. By the age of 8, Mac was more advanced with computers that most of the adults around her.

For her tenth birthday, Mac's father bought her, her first computer. A clunky PC that barely ran Windows. She knew there was better out there. She saved, she scrimped, she charged her father for teaching him how to use Excel. Then she bought her first Macintosh laptop which she carried with her everywhere: an iBook SE. She had done her research and knew exactly what she wanted. Then she discovered the world of open source in unix and linux. She was an alternative girl, after all. No Windows for her. Her aptitude only grew from there: from cracking code to web design to building a box from scratch, computers seemed to talk to her.

Her nickname was more than just a shortening of her last name Makenzie. Mac was Mac, because she never was without one.
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Journaling [Dec. 28th, 2005|08:37 am]
[mood |mellowmellow]

Mac was sixteen and she was definetly a virgin. Not that she had tried that hard to get laid, but her abrasive manner was not exactly the thing that boys were attracted to. Sometimes, like all teenage girls, she though about her looks, but on a scale of 1 to 10 with computers being 10, stressing about body image hovered around a 1.5. There had been some kissing in her youth, but all before the age of 12. Kissing Jimmy by the slide before the recess bell hardly counted at all.

In fact, she had not really thought about what she wanted in a boy. Obviously, hot was good, but beyond that she had trouble imagining a counterpart to her counterpoint. She liked a good tirade coupled with cracking code. That, in and of itself, did not make for the flocking of boys. And there was the fact that she didn't really talk to anyone. Made it hard for dating, that.

It wasn't her, she had decided, but rather she was waiting for the boy who could like snarky and quirky. Those were things that she did well.
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Introductions and Indignations [Dec. 22nd, 2005|03:22 pm]
[mood |awakeawake]

I have always been the one on the outside, not bothering to look in. Since I was a small girl, lost in books, I always knew something was different. Not just the outside stuff, like my family is all blond and I have dark hair, but rather my brain seems to work a little differently. A glass half-empty kind of girl, if you catch me. I have scraped by in life on sarcasm and brains: I am not particularly pretty, nor particularly rich. Okay, that is an overstatement. I am going to go with not-at-all rich. You should see the pile of crap car that I own now.

The social graces of Neptune High are something, aside from money, that I do not possess. In fact, they seem to go hand-in-hand in the 09er crowd in this town. Look at all of them: Duncan, Meg, Dick, Logan, Madison. They all have money. I guess that girl Veronica doesn't though. Hm. Maybe you have to "marry” into it.

I don't want this to sound jealous though, because I am certainly not that. Being different, being my own person is so precious and much more important then being the girl who everyone likes. At least that is what my mom tells me. *snark*

Rather than bitching about things that I don’t have, I am trying to instead, set the scene. I am a junior in high school in a place where movie stars and millionaires' children live out their dysfunctional collective, money takes you anywhere and the gap between the have and have nots is only getting bigger.

I prefer to avoid all of this. I just stick to computers and planning world dominance. Life is much easier that way.
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