Saturday, January 29, 2011
Marisa. Um, can someone say perfect? Cuz she is. A singer. A songwriter. She teaches piano lessons. She loves everyone and everyone loves her back. She's exceptionally beautiful and angellically good. Not to mention hilarious.
Brenna. Oh my beautiful! Don't let her quiet ways deceive you, she can be quite funny when she's in the right mood. An animal lover who makes beautiful pots, she has the most contagious laugh. She has perfect hair, and the cutest freckles.
Brynn. Hey sexy! What'd you call me? A remarkably talented writer and future english teacher. Somehow manages to be divinely beautiful and dazzlingly clever at the same time. She finds beauty wherever she goes, and adds to it. I'm also insanely jealous of her llama sweater and her dinosaur pants.
Aimee. She's probably the greatest person ever to walk the planet. Yep pretty much. She cares about everyone and is always writing little notes and cards. A beautiful dancer and the world's greatest aunt. Possibly slightly crazy, but that's why we love her.
Kristen. Best cousin in the universe! Absolutely hysterical and a little bit spazzy. She's a lovely dancer and terribly beautiful. We just might end up killing each other one of these days.
Love and kisses,
(post script: Um this is a problem... there are no pictures of the 5 of us. So we need to fix that.)
Friday, January 28, 2011
My problem though, was that I wasn't content just to miss all of this, I had to spend all my time wishing it was still here. Wishing I could go back in time and do it all over again. And over and over and over and it would never ever end.
And guess what?
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
noun, verb, loved, lov·ing.
1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
1. to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
Love is caring for a person. Wanting to be with them always. Wanting them to be happy.
A hug, a kiss, a touch.
When someone makes you happy. When being with them is all you need to cheer up or to feel better.
Love is being close to someone.
Sharing hopes and fears and joys and sorrows.
Love is love.
Monday, January 17, 2011
I asked someone pretty tall in my head world so I can wear those kinds of heels. And you know what? Actually I asked someone that my imaginary self is imaginarily (I know that's not a word) in love with. And he's imaginarily in love with imaginary me too. And after a wonderful imaginary evening and a nice ride home in his imaginary car, he gave me an imaginary kiss on my imaginary doorstep. With a door that doesn't have windows. So my imaginary parents can't see us kissing. But even if they did, these imaginary parents wouldn't care.
And then guess what happened?
We went on lots of imaginary dates after that. And we were in love. And he wrote me and imaginary song on his imaginary guitar. Or piano. I can't decide. Oh what the heck, how abouts both. He can play the guitar and the piano, so he wrote me two songs. And then he sang them for me and I cried lots of imaginary tears of imaginary joy.
(all right, we all know who this imaginary person is, so why do I even bother pretending?)
post script: if you can read that bit at the end, consider yourself blessed. you're not supposed to be able to.
Love and kisses,
I bought a new swimsuit. It was on sale for $15! It's a one piece, which I was originally a bit apprehensive about, but it ended up being really cute on me.
So I have a secret to tell you if you really want to hear about it... Oh all right I'll tell you.
I don't hate him anymore.
And that's all.
Love and kisses!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
My dad is a computer programmer. He likes to drive in the snow. He likes to travel and to talk to people. He likes to build things. He's attempting to finish our basement by himself. He's full of ideas. He may or may not be crazy.