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.

what did one roommate christmas say to the other roommate christmas?

 it said, 

"here are some presents."

...

anyway...

it was christmas up in huuuuurrrr... in the H101!

not only did we exchange cool things,

but my cool friend, lexi magically became my roommate! 

it's a christmas miracle!

[she hates when i call her lexi... bahahaha!]

in other news,

our bathroom door locks from the outside. 

so occasionally, after one gets out of the shower, two try to lock the other in the bathroom. 

it is weird. but also hysterical. and childish... but still funny.

however, tonight, we accidentally locked melodey out of her room altogether. 

and had to ask our trusty home teacher to pick the lock.

but instead, he just took the door off of its hinges.

...which... also works...

anyway. 

i'll leave you with this christmas treat:

christmas party. friday night: ugly sweaters, mom bangs, tacky mistletoe kissing.

probably, it was the best.

...but only for two reasons:

1. mips and i showed up wearing the exact same thing. completely on accident. serious!

2. we played a tri-player, two hour game of kiss kill marry.  

[with that boy there in the back. who i may or may not think is tres adorable. i don't know...]

see you suckers later!

she wore the dress, and i stayed home.

so,

last week was kind of the week from hell.

but luckily, i have the two best sisters in the entire world.

and they were kind of angels.

midway through the week, mid-break down, i called my julie-sister, and she calmed me down.

and made me miss her.

and yesterday, 

while in the middle of studying... and stressing...

a surprise visitor showed up on my doorstep! all the way from the slc!

amy-sister pulled one over on me. how she did that, i'll never know.

we had a chat on my bed,

and then she took me to get an oil change. minutes before my car almost exploded, i'm sure.

[just kidding, dad. i'm not thaaaat irresponsible.] 

my big sisters deserve the world.

they put up with their kid sister like nobody's biz. 

and i love that about them.

 

brothers are wonderful, parents, phenomenal.

but there's just something about sisters.

and mine happen to be the best ever.

[p.s. i took two finals this morning... back to back. most grueling 4 hours of my life. long live the carpel tunnel. stay in bed for the rest of the day? don't mind if i do.]

[p.PPPP.s. ... birthday countdown? 10 days. what it is.]

yet another ecard that relates to you... more than likely...

ahhhh, the curses of dead week:

campus gets absurdly quiet, the library is suddenly a place you wish you weren't spending your time,

and the neighbors want to hang out. all the time.

what a weird, weird week.

p.s. 

requiem on water.

imperial mammoth.

not only an ingenious intermingling of soft harmony,

but also made with words that roll through my mind like melted butter.

captivating words kind of weaken my knees.

"brooklyn doesn't scare us... it's spot conlan who makes us a little noi-vous..."

any jack kelly fans out there?
me. i am.
that is correct.
i regularly feed my childhood love for him.
love me some jack kelly.
...okay, christian bale.
so earlier today, i might have been super obsessed with him.
i blame it on his willingness to support a union as well as that uncanny new york accent.
and in my obsession,
i stumbled upon these...
which one of them is
A: drool worthy
and the other
B: leaves you thinking, wtf.

indulge in a little jack kelly every once in a while. it's good for the soul. i'm actually pretty sure he is part of my soul by now.

because sometimes you just need some pretzel m&ms, and a 45 minute chat with your best friend.

indeed, i did tonight. the stress was just enough to make me want to sob. but I did the smarter thing, and sat in the walmart parking lot for almost an hour, and poured out my secrets to the girl who knows me best. and do you know, she just listened. that's why she is my best friend. and the stress has diminished substantially.

i hope you have a kenzie in your life.

so what.

do you know what i miss?

those 14 days of heaven back in may.
the travel days, my favorite kind.
spending nine hours on a plane.
stepping off the jetway, and into heath-row...
the best feeling ever.
i didn't care about the state of my hair,
or the makeup on my face.

that's the best thing about the travel bug.
it satisfies you with throwing wet hair into a bun on the top of your head,
slapping on the closest pair of walking shoes,
and lets you run fearlessly around england as fast as your legs will allow.

i've never needed anything but the sky.
a sky so long, and a world so wide.
to teach me about the elgin marbles.
one that lets me brush my fingers along westminster's pews,
and reminds me that it's sometimes okay to kiss the floor.

so what if my grades are mediocre and pocket change is scarce.
i've seen the world, and i know that it's there.

[if you could excuse the awkward kardashian-fab pose that i somehow thought was okay, that would be great.]

weirdos like me.

it started here. when paulie bleeker was totally boss.

 

then, it matured here when he melted my paper heart.

[p.s. ... recognize anybody else in this picture...?

"i'm nick miller. i'm so cool, i make my cool face!"]

and then i accidentally ended up in the wrong theater.

...where i stayed for the next hour and a half. laughing like a fool.

best mistake ever...

of course, i do love me some george michael bluth.

baby fat and all...

 

and i just plain adored him when i made this connection:

from ingenious comedy to the identical jawline.

 i'm friends with michael cera.

carter, buddy?

i think you're totally boss.

keep breathing.

this post is dedicated to my dear, sweet, [wildly inappropriate], hilarious, germophobe best friend.

...also known as "skinny little white boy".

it has been one psycho year, i'll tell you that much. 

probably the hardest of my life.

it is bizarre, and increasingly surprising.

i have missed those offensive jokes, and the way he yells "ROLL OUT! i'm not stopping the car..." when he drops me off in my cul-de-sac... [that little punk...]

and i can't wait to see him again.

in just 365 days! 

so, in honor of this blessed day, i made some cupcakes and threw a bash.

and on this, the first day of december, i'd like to say...

HAPPY FIRST YEAR, ELDER DAW!

i still miss you like crazy.

see you soon!

love, court.

[p.s.]
i got an interview with the BYU CES employment office to be a counselor at EFY this summer! holla! it's like fulfilling a lifelong dream. love it!