h.(have) a.(a) g.(good) s.(sunday)

as i was sifting through my messy computer, trying to organize my crazy,

i found a few things.

happy pills for your sunday evening.

some reasons why i'm smiley:

 master william. in a pioneer bonnet.

 john davis.

get yourself some nephews, seriously.

 true love.

{10 years last week! love it.}

baby girl.

^ theirs, to be exact.

like i said, true love.

hand holding.

 e'rything about this picture.

red head.

 paper planes in the kitchen on the first day of school.

this was a going away present from my mother.

who apparently still thinks i am thirteen years old.

but i absolutely love it.

so i guess she knows me better than i know myself.

bless moms.

 carter is full of surprises. 

and profanities. 

move on.

my autumn hair.

i'm itching for bangs again...

and also missing my wannaroids.

also.

color me katie?

i'm reading her tonight.

and loving every second of it.

{happy sabbath.}

and p.s.,

our parents are better than your parents.

with love,
julie, michael, griffin, ben, amy, jake, and courty.

wanderlust.

today, i think instead of vacuuming my bedroom and organizing one too many torn open envelopes, i think i'll drink sweet lemonade on the bow of a sailboat in the middle of nowhere, croatia, and get lost in a charlotte bronte best.

see you soon.

picture credit, my current favorite blogger who just returned from the trip, herself.

she is living proof of her blog title, and i am deeply envious.

praises be to the decision maker.

she bit the dust.

i have been waiting for this moment since i graduated from huggies.

practically...

i hate her. 

HATE her.

however,

jess. 

i am deeply mourning right now.

this loss is a great one, and i will miss his gene kelly ways like craaaazy.

in other news, my sweet father has been spoiling me all week.

first, he brings me TWO whole packages of jam n' creams from one of his bi-weekly london runs,

{seriously, order some. they'll probably make you cry for no reason.}

then, he hands me a small red velvet box where inside lie the royal ring.

you know. it. the one we searched for in picadilly for hours.

well, he found it.

and as if that weren't enough, this saturday, he's treating me to idina menzel in deer valley. a sold out show.

did i mention how he's the best dad in the whole world?

because he is.

but your dad is probably pretty great too.

i'm just biased.

...

i hope you're loving your week! 

i have to say, for a plethora of different reasons, mine has topped the charts. :)

not a minute past midnight,

and i've got a date with richard gere and my smart water.
i'm getting old. 

because i encourage kissing. and telling:

he's ticklish, handsome, and told me my pool hair is pretty.

we kiss sometimes.

and obviously, he makes me terribly happy.

i'll probably keep him.

 

have the best two years of your life, elder hayden young!

honorable mentions go out to ashley and haley richards, and miss chelsee stone. read what they did here.

guarantee they'll provide more details than i ever will. ;)

kissing

is sometimes something i do.

guess what i love...

remembering how adorable this boy is.

he sings like angie duke, and he's got rolfe-worthy charm, even when the roles are reversed.

technically, he's liesl, and i'm the mail boy. but i'm still cordie, so this still works.

{hello. sound of music and the happiest millionaire, people. culture up.}

ohhh the curses of being a cougar. 

he's handsome, nonetheless.

and i am absolutely smitten by him every time our paths cross.

ben ash: you make me swoon.

 attending a beloved teacher's wedding.

isn't she just beautiful?

and you should hear her sing the soprano line from an italian opera...

talk about swooooning...

secretly, {and not-so-secretly} i love that i can call her aimee now.

miss frederick is just awkward, and mrs. lunt feels criminal.

so naturally, the only alternative is becoming adult friends, and getting familiar with each other on a first name basis.

something that two years ago sent me to file music scores in the back room for hours at a time...

 getting to spend some QT with this hot bombshell is something i wish i could do more often.

marissa is a riot, and her jokes have me peeing my pants regularly.

we like to reminisce on the times in 9th grade that we shared. 

the oh-so-intimate moments of our friendship where she told me she liked my juicy couture perfume, 

and i replied with a feeble "thank you", barely even audible.

...

needless to say, our love for one another blossomed years later when i decided talking would be beneficial for my social life, and that i had more than two words to say to marissa.

wayyyy more.

we've been like besties since we shared two things: 

the first alto section, and the uncomfortability we felt around the wineagers + nick.

yes, summertime is a good time.

i'm probably going to end up with jeremy gilbert.

lately, i've been: 

-splashing in my backyard, and eating ice cream cones with a few of my friendlies. 

{one of which wears a sparkly diamond on her left fingy which i'm obsessed with. her name is mads. and she's my cuzzy.}

but from the hours of 8-4, i play with addie, brady, and brock. 

we play fun games.

{like mother may i. which i introduced them to. and they are now obsessed with it.}

this is brocky. he is darling.

i love my new job, and i'm sad it has to end for school. :(

 aaaaand let's be honest.
i've been feeding the addiction.
you know,
the one i have to the salvatore brothers, and jeremy gilbert.
a life without blood sucking hotties, and one who wears "the ring" isn't a life at all.
you can quote me on that.
{p.s.: ms. jordo texted me today to tell me this: paul wesley. playing paris. in the new romeo and juliet. your day was just made.}

and the mail comes every day at 3.
and on thursdays/fridays, the mail is reeeeally good.
in case you were wondering...

i'd like it framed, please.

 

 

um... that's an awesome suggestion, but no.

brother-sister lunch today.

the people above have kept me sane for the past nine months in logan, 

and i am going to miss them. 

when they move to enid oklahoma. 

in one week. 

pictures usually happen like this:

me: "smile, you guys."

jacob: {does anything but. naturally, i laugh.}

court: {gives jacob dirty looks.}

[these dirty looks don't last for long, as jacob continues on with ridiculous faces, and we can't help but laugh. so it turns into a series of these most fortunate pictures.]

who even knows what i'll do when my goofball big brother leaves, and takes that girl who stole my name with him. i love them ohhh so very much.

a saturday that consists of:

a parade,
a rockstar sub sandwich, {which just so happens to be my favorite food.}
mi familia y amigos,
martha washington hair,
dierks bentley,
pool games,
{friends that insist on pool games. finally.}
some almost-missionaries to play waterfall ball with me,
a best friend named haley {who protests pool games... but then hayden throws her in the pool, and she cooperates.},
a big juicy burger,
fresh squeezed lemonade,
fireworks,
a stressful drive down 13th east at midnight,
and one lovely lovely little letter... :)

yes,
saturday was happy.
and i hope yours was the same.

she insists her narratives are rich.

remember this?

well. where i found it, i also found this "sort of satire". and i am in love with the writer of this piece. i only posted an excerpt, and i hope you're in love with it too.   

 you should date an illiterate girl

by charles warnke.

"...Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.

Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life [so difficult]. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you."

tease.

stay tuned!

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sneak peak.

... 

so i have this cousin. 

her name is madison. 

and she is an artistic genius.

and also fearless. 

seriously,

check her out.

{the link sends you to miss becca boo. her bridegroomals are the bee's knees. madison even tag teams with her husband, mr. dan herbas. this is his area of expertise. i can't get enough!

they also did my senior pictures. check them out here. and hire her for your wedding, individuals, family pictures, etc. ...look around the website, blog, you're bound to find something you love. she won't disappoint you... promise!} 

sometimes i play dress up with maddie.

and we have an absolute blast together. 

and i loooove that she asks me to do it.

because you're never too old for fancy dresses.

last night, she bought me a wedding dress.

we searched high and low, and eventually found the one.

it is stunning, covered in lace & pearls {hello, could it get any more me?}, and i am obsessed with it.

tonight, 

we played.

in all sorts of unexpected elements.

because... again...

the girl is fearless. 

which makes pretending to be a model all the more fun.

i was a blushing bride tonight, with a ring and all!

it was every little girl's dream come true.

i don't want to give too much away. 

so stay tuned for the finished product. 

i can't wait to share! 

p.s.
favorite routine of the night?
i'm a sucker for some old fashioned hollywood.
ryan and rikki were on fire, i don't care what the "jidges" say.

i'd sell my soul for brad paisley, jane, & emily. come to think of it, i think i already did.

miss gwen conover and i, 

well. 

we're good for each other. 

and sometimes we want to start a book discussion. 

which means we read the same book and discuss it periodically.

we will be reading the above lovelies.

feel free to join us.

p.s.

current obsessions include this and this.

i guess this means i'll always be a country girl.

oh. and it's freckle city over here.

when you have a breakfast date with don lockwood, kathy seldon, and cosmo brown,

your morning is rather perfect.
thank the heavens for gene kelly movies.
and a mother who instilled a love for the classics at an early age.

we are okay, we are alright; we sing very loud.

who do i miss?

why, these crazies!

of course, of course.

they are my most favorite boys in the world.

because carter would turn back around even after leaving the school parking lot to pick me up when class ran late,

because austin would skip medical assisting to drive the canyon with me when i felt particularly sad,

because carter sat there and took it when i made fun of his hip-hop/rap obsession,

because austin showed up during the dry cleaner days with a broom and bucket to kill a small mouse that had been taunting me all afternoon. {and maybe i called him in tears, but that's off the record.}

because they both drove fifteen minutes to the hot dog stand at closing time just to walk me to my car because i was scared.

even when they were in the middle of watching the series finale of the OC.

they bend over backwards for me just because they are the most wonderful boys.

 i sure do love these craze-faces ohhhh so very much!

if you're wondering, joshua radin music is still my favorite.

title credit here. 

happy saturdays.

it also helps when you drop in to visit the daws unexpectedly.

for the second time this week.

and they tell you to come have a party with them, even with austin being in russia and all. 

it helps a lot. 

we love the daws. 

and saturdays like this. 

today,

i am twitterpated.

which is out of the ordinary, but also fantastic.

and that's all you need to know.

:)

and then i went on a crazy andy warhol kick.

and  made this.

just because i could.

and i think it's pretty sweet.

somebody write a script for c. electra. she's killing me.

1. jordan's hair is long. wt.
2. kit, my fifth grade class called. turns out the dress you're wearing was our year end art project. we want it back.
3. travis is a judge... finally this show is smart.
4. hello. sister.
5. i'm sorry... carmen electra?
6. t-wall giggles like a baby girl.
7. and also he looks like a magician.
8. i think baby tyce thinks he's going to win. he's in for a rude awakening come august. or sooner.
9. loving this boy number. it is totally classy.
10. aaaand jess is rocking my world right now.
11. marko is so cute. i will keep him in my pocket forever.
12. and miss mel is adorez.
13. forget your boyfriend, marko for life.
14. i'm probably making t-shirts that say just that.
15. scan.dal.ous.
16. but we all need a little bit of scandal in our lives.
17. i can't get over how charming these two are. even during a lady gag me song.
18. sasha bores me. but she's pretty. so she's got that going for her. and probably other stuff too.
19. alexander the ballerina. with a gangster beanie. it's just not believable.
20. shocker there, no swag. he's a ballerina, homegirl.
21. booooring.
22. there's something about cheesy early millennium music. it's cheesy and early millennium. which says enough.
23. jordan chose to not wear clothes. so that's rather standard.
24. 99% sure taddy is a pioneer just like the rest of us.
25. oh, jordan? seductive temptress? original.
26. worst walse ever.
27. my mom likes the judges part... i try to tell her that they spit out a jumble of worthless information. she doesn't listen.
28. "we like watching movies." it's a movie of her. haha please tell me you laughed.
29. i can't decide what ethnicity clarice is.
30. mm jess.
31. seriously though. i love him.
32. oo this dance is super great. and also fun.
33. jess is like george o'malley. yes. he is that cute. so from now on, he shall be known as georgie. it's an honor. 
34. "he'll come back. " thanks kibble.
35. chris totally wants ash.
36. "de sal-sah."
37. somebody should tell chris that 'i'm proud of you' does not mean 'i love you'. he's probably confused.
38. omgshsomeonekickoffcarmen.
39. what is what the sister thing?
40. mary murphy is an outfit repeater!
41. oh my gosh. ry is katie heigl. so now we have grey's besties. izzy and george. life is good.
42. when you feel your life lacking, it's probably just the absence of david bowie.
43. caity girl has got a smile of the gods.
44. i luh mitchell.
45. mandy moore is fab, but she always picks the lamest songs.
46. however, tonight, she picked a celine dion classic from my earlier years. when i danced to it in my room. as a five year old. way to be, mand.
47. i totally forgot how great this particular cd is.
48. how could i do such a thing...
49. basically, i think that was the best dance of the night. hands down.
50. apparently m squared and i have that in common. the difference is her squeaking voice. and tears. i don't have either of those things.

if you'll excuse me, celine and i have got some catching up to do now.

it's like OJ all over again.

seriously, i've been teeming all day.

if you've been living under a rock for the past three years, even the past few weeks of the trial, or have chosen to keep yourself unaware of current events... or if you are one of those people who refuses to watch the news because you consider it to be unnecessary depression forced upon this world, get a grip. it is okay to be angry at society. and today is a very good reason to be angry.

casey anthony is a free woman, and her beautiful baby will never be validated.

it makes me absolutely sick to my stomach.
the verdict is out: casey anthony, not guilty.
the signs were all there, most of the evidence too.
if proof is what they needed, they should have looked harder.
i assure you, there was enough evidence to prove such a crime.
and now she will be free, sitting pretty on time served, party hopping night to night, and not feeling one pang of guilt.

it should make you sick too.

i thought it was a goner.

 

luckily, i was wrong. 

long live the lense cap. 

to my sweet heroes:

my six heroes: those in the action,

and those who fight at home.

today is a reverenced day.

i am so proud to be a part of your

family. i believe in the goodness that 

you so willingly fight for, and pray

for your safety every night. you do not

complain, in fact, you love what you do. 

you provide our country with such noble 

stability, and for that, i am forever 

grateful. i love you.

the fourth of july is bigger. 

it is a celebration of our country's victory, the victory that protects our freedom.

...which {despite popular belief} is worth fighting for.

don't have any superheroes to direct your thanks to?

you can borrow one of mine.

blogstruction.

it's changing. don't get used to it.

overload on happy intoxication.

 

 1. we beat up on our brother; he retaliates. we kiss our mom.

2. we get scared when jake makes fire.

3. we become pyros. we turn jake and court's porch into churchill's war room. we breed bombs there.

4. we hang out with the air-boss couple; we torcher dan.

5. we do fire dances. just because we're not afraid to.

6. we visit three temples in three days.

7. we celebrate our girl becca's marriage with bubbles and cupcakes. we even exchange stefan gestures at the wedding luncheon between the two of us. she's my favorite semi-sister.

that's why.

                                              

syntax is my most loyal friend.

mm...

real, raw, true.
and me. in a nutshell.

this is what good writing is, people.
drool over it.

Date a Girl Who Reads by Rosemarie Urquico 

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by God, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

credit here.

nyc meg.

she is living my life.