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I apologize to anyone reading this of my absence in this blog. While life has been very busy and cluttered with activities, there were not a ton of new things to report about. However, now a few things have developed.

First and foremost, I am going to attend the University of Puget Sound this fall.

I received my acceptance Tuesday, and will send my confirmation Monday. While I am very excited, and know in my heart of hearts that this college is the one, I can’t help but be skeptical. My skepticism is in one aspect, and one aspect only. That being, cost. Puget Sound, while wonderful, is a wee bit pricey. In the college savings that I presently have, I will be able to be pay for the next two years. However, after that, I’m not quite so sure.

That being stated, I know that if I don’t go to my favorite college, Puget Sound, I won’t feel all together right. I know that if I don’t get out of Montana, I may never leave. So for the next two years, I have a guaranteed change. We’ll see how it goes from there.

Already my mind is at ease with my decision in general, though. I can visualize things so clearly, that helps me know I made the right choice.

Second, as of this coming Monday, I will begin tech week for POV Teen 2011, which opens Friday. Oofta! This has been a long stretch of writing and rehearsals, but it has been so worth it. I’m excited to carry on with it all the more, and bring POV to life before an audience. I love that I have that sort of opportunity.

Now, for the shameless plug. If any of you have not purchased your tickets for POV, or have no idea when it is, do I have some information for you! If you go to this link:

After you do so, you will discover the number to call to purchase/reserve tickets, and also the individual facebook events per night. So if you want to make sure we know you’re going, respond! The more people the merrier. You won’t regret it, I promise.

Shameless plug: complete.

So really the two main things in my life right now are school and POV Teen. High school hasn’t changed for me really, however the promise of college makes it all the sweeter. Aside from that, I’ve been on a pretty repetitive day to day schedule, which has been significantly busy.

For now, this is all I have to cloud your minds with.  Farewell dear twentyeleven-ers, I will back to blog next week, or sooner, to repent for my lack of blogging.

Love always,



Waiting For My Real Life to Begin

Well, although my past weeks have been filled with various activities, rehearsals, appointments, homework assignments, and cups of coffee, I’ll choose to focus on the activity of this weekend: Prom.

In nearly every high school movie you see, Prom is overdone, and dreamed up to be some grand ball, there are sweet live bands, and lovely decorations, and true love everywhere.

My Prom was much more normal, and much better.

I typically am not one to choose to elaborate on a high school dance, or give much note to it besides being a nice way to spend a Saturday night. However, this one in particular holds a certain significance. It is the final one. This is the final time that I will put on a nice dress for the purpose of a school dance. This is the final time that I have to listen to classroom drama about who is taking who, and who has what dress. I am so relieved.

That being said, I had a blast. My way of spending this evening was perfect. I took a great friend, my fellow elitist, Spencer Sheehan, and it was a great time. I loved my dress, loved my group, and couldn’t have enjoyed myself more.  I had all my friends at my house taking pictures, and having dinner. It was simple, and lovely. As we arrived at the dance it was easy to fall in and find those I enjoy most, and just dance to the bad music that is on nearly every high school dance playlist.

In the words of Spencer, “Where is the techno?” Indeed. The techno was no where to be found, but in spite of that it was enjoyable.

I find that after this “Senior Prom Night” I am all the more ready to move on and get my footing in some place new. To be honest, if I was told I could go to the college of my choice right now, I would pack my bags, say my good byes, and depart.

My eagerness to leave is not due to my dislike for Billings (or at least not entirely), or my restlessness. It is that in my heart of hearts, I know I am ready. I can think of it, imagine it (good and bad scenarios) and feel ok. I will find my way, and I am so ready to do that.

So while I did dance and sing my heart out to Ke$ha Saturday night, I know that I’d much rather be in my dorm, doing homework, dreaming of studying history for the rest of my life.

There is a song I’ve been listening to lately, by Colin Hay, and it’s called “Waiting For My Real Life To Begin,” and while I know I’ve been living my real life this whole time, I know that what is ahead for me will be so much more. Below is an awesome version of it that premiered in one of my favorite shows, Scrubs.

So Senior Prom, the ultimate cliche, but the catalyst to an immense sense of nostalgia, and to the beginning of something entirely strange and wonderful.

Cheers darlings,


POV Teen and Winter Weeks.

The beginning of my week has revolved around the first rehearsal of POV Teen. After finals, and a rousing weekend it was ever so lovely to start off my Monday with a table session of sharing scenes with my fellow artists.

The project POV Teen is something that gives highschoolers an opportunity to write, direct, cast, and act in a collaboration of scenes that create POV Teen.  I am in love with this project. I love working with my peers and writing with them. I love being the characters I am given, and finding the places to go with them.

Not only is this collaboration a lovely artistic project, but when I did it last year, I grew so much. I loved so much more and I was opened immensely. It is a beautiful, real, organic, and mystical process that cannot be matched.

In other news, I am so thankful finals is over. I was not concerned about any of my classes except for Physics, and that ended up working out OK. I’m pleased with how the week ended up, despite the initial stress.

College admissions letters are looming. Presently I have received acceptance from:

  • Western Washington University
  • University of Portland
  • University of Montana
  • Montana State University-Bozeman

I’m waiting to hear back from

  • Whitworth University
  • University of Puget Sound
  • Pacific Lutheran University
  • Seattle University
  • Lewis and Clark College
  • University of British Columbia

So I am a bit on edge about things. But things will turn out how they turn out. Either way, next year I will be going to college, going away from Billings, and enjoying life. That is so exciting to me.

Aside from that, life is pretty ok. I am finishing up my speech season (I am presently blogging from a hotel in Glendive) and am enjoying school and POV. Life is treating me kindly in most aspects.

So for now 2011, there’s not a lot of conflict in this new semester, just a lot of love, whether it be recognized or not. However, I must depart.

With all the love in the world,

Molly Brown

A Weekend To Ponder.

Well, since the new year struck, I haven’t blogged.  Thus this one needed to be created.

The week back to school after break was mixed. While the events after school were perfectly lovely (went to the art museum, saw True Grit) the general school was just awful. I had a difficult time resuming my general motivation, and that hit me hard.

Unfortunately, since my body was used to a break by the end of the week it reacted poorly and hindered my Friday. Thus perpetuating me being rude and having to cancel several different events. However the sickness is at bay presently, fingers crossed it remains that way.

Saturday morning and afternoon and early evening was dominated by a speech meet, which was less than thrilling. 1st in HOI, and 4th OO, so not terrible, but just a very long day. The evening was filled with preparing a project for finals, and that was a bit tedious. However the final parts of the evening were a fascinating collection of failed bowling attempts, Scrabble, Denny’s and post it notes.

And now, after a POV meeting, I am blogging here. Really wishing I didn’t have any homework, and didn’t need to sleep. Either would be ideal. Yet, both are prevalent facts of life.

This week just highlighted the fact that I’m ready to be done with Billings. I am so tired of high school, and I am so tired of the high school mentality. I want mature conversations, and fun interactions. As college approaches around the corner, I could not be more excited. Not that I’m simply living in the future, but man the future is looking lovely at this point.

General thoughts of the week:

-What holds us back from telling people how we really feel? Why is it so difficult for us to just say, Hey I really am rather infatuated with you. Just know that. I think if we told the people we love the most how we really felt, we’d be more whole. I want that wholeness.

-Why can’t we love strangers? Dear strangers in my life: I love you. I love you because you are unique, because you smile and laugh, and cry and breathe, and you have flaws and skills and that makes you a beautiful collection of habits. We are all this wonderful web of unique and overlapping traits. Dear stranger, I love you for everything you do wrong, and everything you do right. For every hesitation or impulse my heart grows for you. I may not always agree with you. I may not always appreciate how you treat others. But my goodness, you are here. You are on this earth. And that is pretty fucking great.

-College. enough said. I find out whether I get into my number one choice on March 15th. I’m terrified.

In general, my mind is racing with thoughts on everything. I am just so inundated with wants, desires, and impulses. I want to see them all through. Here’s to hoping.

I just finished a book called Man Walks Into Room by Nicole Krauss. It had some lovely thoughts in it. So I’ll leave you with a couple.

“If being in love only made people more lonely, why would everyone want it so much?”

“In the end, we die as alone as we were born, having struggled to understand others, to make ourselves understood, but having failed in what we once imagined was possible.”

With that, I must go.


Molly Brown

So this is the New Year

This past week for me at least has been a pretty big conglomeration of feelings.

Initially, the overwhelming feeling was the idea that this is the last holiday I will spend at home as a high schooler. Next year, I’ll be off somewhere, doing things I want to do, meeting new people, and learning new things.

Then the next feeling came. The next feeling was about how much I have. I am so lucky to have the people I call friends and family. And that was a very good feeling.

Then the next feeling. The fact that I’ve been let down a lot recently in the matters of the heart. I wish I could go on about that, but I have a feeling no one wants to read that. So, in short, it seems I’m just not worth the trouble of a relationship, only a fling.

Then another. Lonely. Lately at school I’ve been quiet and only go there to do my work and leave. I don’t like it there. And I can’t wait to graduate.

My other life outside of school is fine though. My friend Jessie has been gracing me with her presence consistently, and that makes me so happy. But it’d be nice to have a little something else too.

But the encompassing feeling is this: love.  I am in love with my world, and everyone else’s. The fact we can all interact with words, gestures, and contact amazes me. I’m in love with all the unique traits we all hold and how that makes us all different. I’m in love with how we intertwine with shared interests, glances, or feelings. I love how a simple noise, scent, or touch can transport us all back to the good and the bad.

Right now I’m listening to Winter Song done by Ingrid Michaelson and Sara Bareilles. This song was an anthem for my last winter.

“Is love alive?”

And despite all the let downs, my irriations, or my desires left unfulfilled, I believe love is alive. It may sound cheesy or something more akin to what you would hear in a poorly done Hallmark movie, but I believe it is. Because I’m in love with everyone. No matter how much I may not like some of their traits, or attitudes, I know that they are human, and we will always share that common ground. In my opinion, that alone is pretty amazing.

So this is the new year, we’re moving on and claiming we will better ourselves.

For this year I only have one resolution. To love more, without fear of the damages. I need to look past my fears, and my self conscious manner and just enjoy everyone, even if that may be a challenge. And I hope you all do the same.

This song below, is the song that’s been the theme of my winter. My favorite part, “words are futile devices” is what I’ve been thinking about lately. Listen, love it, and love more.  It’s a lovely song. And I can’t stop listening to it. It’s something that I’m going to bring into the New Year, musically, I think.

So many exciting things are approaching. And I am so scared.

“… if we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.”- Ivan Turgenev.

I’m not ready for a lot of things. But I am so excited to begin.

With all the love I can muster,

Molly Elizabeth Brown

A Christmas Eve Introduction.

Greetings all!

So Will has so graciously allowed me to join this blog, therefore, I found it appropriate to begin with a post about myself.

My name is Molly Brown. I am a senior at Billings Central. I may not stand by the typical cliche that comes to mind when you think of that school, however. I’m no athlete, and in fact, I avoid sports for fear of embarrassing myself. I have been involved in theatre since the fourth grade and am presently a part of POV Teen 2011 (which you all should check out on facebook: Along with that, I’m rather a bookworm, and can be found lurking in A Few Books More downtown. I drink coffee like my life depends on it, and will often be found in various City Brews across town.

My occupation is not your run of the mill job. I am a tour guide at the Moss Mansion. Which has its own quirks, which I’m sure I’ll detail about in the future. Aside from that job, my only job is to enjoy my friends and family when I’m not working on the weekends.

Now, for some actual blogging content. Today is Christmas eve, which is either a big deal for your family, or it simply isn’t. My family falls into the first category listed. To further affirm this statement, let me rattle off my Christmas schedule:

December 23-24:

Spend time at the cabin in Red Lodge watching: The Snowman and Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.

December 24:

4pm- Get ready for Christmas Eve mass, casual is not an option.

4:30 pm- Arrive at Christmas Eve mass a half an hour early, to guarantee good seats.

6:30 pm- Go to Roy and Kim’s (yes, as in Roy Brown who recently lost the election for senator) for lobster and Alfredo

9:00 pm- My brother or I complain about being tired or ill, and my mother reminds the rest of the family at the event we have to wake up early tomorrow, thus we depart for home.

9:10 pm-11:00pm- Begin to open family presents while listening to Christmas themed jazz.

December 25th:

Round up the troops very early in the morning to visit my relatives in Basin, Wyoming. Oh yes, it exists. In Basin we brunch, open gifts, and depart. Then for the rest of the day we watch It’s a Wonderful Life and pretend we won’t ever fight again.

December 26th (no siree are we stopping the Christmas cheer yet):

Have father’s side of the family over for brunch, which turns into them leaving at four in the afternoon.

Once all the mandated festivities are over, we don’t take down the Christmas decorations until after Epiphany.

So now that you’ve read (or skimmed) over that Christmas agenda, welcome to the Brown family. You have just mentally endured my schedule for the next few days. No complaints here. I’m all about the celebrating.

So in generally, I love my family, love my friends (like Mr. Elitist Spencer Sheehan), and love my life.

The only difference in this Christmas, is that it is tainted with the anticipation of college acceptance letters. Gadzooks. More to come on that later.

So cheers to you all. I’ll be posting within the next week. A Merry December 24th to you all!


Molly Brown