thursday, thursday, THURSDAY!

don't pretend like you didn't know this was coming, guys...

bloody thursday=success.

...understatement of the year.

let's start with the BSHs, shall we? 

i think only one thing needs to be said: 

stefan salvator still has a soul.

praises be to the gods of the underworld.

now to move on to bigger and better things. like....

...how i am going to kidnap this child.

he won me over tonight. most adorable tumor patient ever.

and by the way... bawled. through the entire episode. 

including funny valentine-richard/adele/kepner-being-completely-useless scene.

tears.

if you haven't watched yet, i suggest that you do.

because grey's was OFF. THE FRIGGIN. HOOOOK TONIGHT!

best episode since season 5... "o'malley got hit by a bus! izzy's got cancer, and o'malley got hit by a bus!" 

concur?

and don't even get me started on zola. she's got me wrapped around her finger. twice.

hope your bloody thursday viewings were even more wonderful than mine.

...that sounds weird...

suck it, trebek.

 today was probably the greatest.

but i'm getting ahead of myself...

 

it is my emily's twentieth birthday today!

we were stitched together four years ago by the thread of two teenage heartbreaks and a.p. u.s. history [which, by the way, mercilessly kicked my trash].

and while i'd rather eat french fries, and she'd rather take the stairs,

we are still somehow able to be best friends.

she's the athletic one, and i watch old movies and obsess over architecture.

match made in heaven, i tell ya.

 happy birthday, sweet emiline! 

also.

i made two killer batches of my mother's famous biscuits and gravy, and thanks to my brilliant sister-in-law who posted the recipe with step by step instructions [and fool proof pictures!], i actually pulled it off.

which worked out nicely.

because as it turns out, neighbor boys particularly like biscuits and gravy.

and i particularly like neighbor boy. [s]. but really, just the one. and someday, we're going to hold hands. or something.

and seven thousand decks of cards later, we finished off our breakfast eating festivities with about seven thousand games of nerts.

i'd like to give a kiss on the cheek to whoever is responsible for national holidays.

 

p.s.

i play card games now....

wtf?!

 

story of my life.

never have i felt uncomfortable with the soul inside of me, or begged to be a little bit cooler.
my dresses are fine; they suit me.
the hairs on my circle head are dull, and i like them just like that.
in fact, i even like my circle head.
in dark theaters, i talk too often, and undoubtedly too loud.
i chew on ice, and laugh when i shouldn't...
i protest pants, head up church tickle-back-turns, and sleep 'til noon.
i appreciate clean white socks, covered parking, and smart boys with bed head...the ones with stupid jokes.

and often, i find my brain wandering past the things i know, and exploring silly alternatives to the list above.

but.

i catch myself in writing.
i stake my hole in the ground, and remember that the soul inside of me will always be my favorite one.
and then, i go to sleep.

tehe.

obviously i'm too cool for school by the fourth day. 

either that, or i thought my class was at 9:30, when it was really just at 9.

you decide. i've chosen to plead the former. 

but for the record... 

understanding literature at 9... also a trip. 

so....

i've decided to celebrate my mistake with red lips, jamba, and einsteins before i have to go rot in biology, round 2.

do NOT tell my mother.

oh, and my town is better than yours. second rescue in six months. i love little logan. 

[p.s. the good looking gentleman in the long sleeved dark blue? he's in my ward. i know a hero. it's whatev.]

the weird girl, and the class that follows.

yesterday, on the first day of school, a girl punched me in the face.
and then, she proceeded to tell me that "while this wasn't exactly an ideal introduction", i should still tell her my name...

no, seriously.
she punched me in the face.
on accident.
...but still.


i felt a little bit weird about her...

elements of grammar at 12:30 is going to be a trip.
especially because when i began exploring my textbook tonight, i realized that i have a whole lot to learn about subordinate clauses and reflexive pronouns.... crap.

this is just to say.

"how about this: failure is essential. fail as much and as gloriously as you can. fail in little, seemingly inconsequential ways when no one is looking. or fail on a stage under the lights. the thing is, others might not see it as such. and given enough time, it might actually reveal itself as something else."

--ms. meg fee

and that, my friends, is why i idolize her. really, i do. 

"we go to movies... and we kiss..."

first things first:

i just pre-ordered my copy of human again which i am absolutely ecstatic about! january 24 will be the best day of my life. and i might cry.

 second:

holy adorable. i've got the fever for life, i'm afraid.