hardly sid vicious.

i've always thought it to be the most romantic question.

and plus, it's just comforting to know that summer and tom are still friends.

their dozens of music projects are all one big huge cute overload.

and i love that they're best friends.
if i'm being honest, j. gordon levitt had me at angels in the outfield.

...

 [ happy new year! ]

from george bailey, esther smith, kevin mccallister, and the rest of the gang here in christmasland...

i spent this glorious holiday skyping my brothers in far away lands, playing with babies, sending business calls from st. nick, himself, eating european gummies via my christmas stocking, and commandeering my dad's new christmas toy: the imac...

i wish you the merriest, the merriest. 

*oh, and also.*
i re-found rollercoaster tycoon while looking for it's a wonderful life last night.
admittedly, and to my mother's dismay, i cannot stop playing.
christmas brings out the child inside of me, what can i say?

guess what.

i like sad movies, quiet boys, and red velvet cake.

the u.s. postal service has my heart, along with jimmy stewart and nineteenth century british literature.

oh.

and also,

i am twenty years old today.

...a fact i am particularly fond of.

who is taylor swift?

i've heard that she sings the songs of life.

and i don't know about you...

but i've never loved a boy named stephen,

never dreamed of crashing a wedding,

and i'm just saying... if i had taylor lautner at my fingertips, you'd better believe that i'd keep him there.

plus, i'm completely disgusted by cliches.

overall, taylor and i are not the best of friends.

however.

there is one girl who has seen me through it all.

and basically, she writes everything that my brain has thought once before.

ingrid just gets me.

maybe you should just watch this... it blew my mind.

 

[and yes. i realize that this is a cover. but it doesn't change the fact that i'm in love with it.]

sepia is for sunday.

 during christmas break,

i often find myself with her.

and usually, you can find us stalking the neighborhood.

[read: our friends' houses... even when they don't live there, colonial mansions that we envy... anywhere with kick-A christmas lights, really.]

and then, somehow, tonight we wound up on ptarmigan gate road, as we sometimes do.

[home of late night AP US history study parties, shrimp coctail nights, thumbtanic, back to school parties... you know, paco's house.]

wondering...

what on earth happened to the bus...?

oh, the beloved bus.

i love being home.

and remembering stuff like the bus.

and i love christmas break.

and pictures that mckenzie takes. even when she can't quite aim right.

like this one: 

long live the next three weeks.

[birthday countdown: 2 decades in 3 days!]

just so you know,

for you, i'd give up sour candy all together.

i started to write that i'd give up sarcasm, but then i realized that you probably think that's silly too.
the statement alone is a tad over dramatic, and completely unrealistic. don't you agree?
i'm glad we're on the same page, love.

with a sweet pea on top,
your candy girl.

p.s.
this is a face that i make for people. but only when i think they're especially cool. consider yourself ice cold, lover.

3 or 4 times a week,

this mysteriously pops up on my cell phone, begging me to call the number.

and it's the worst.