8.26.2012

I've moved!

I came back from the summer to find my poor neglected blog right where i left it. I tripped over it, actually. I picked it up and tried to polish it up but I ended up re-designing the whole thing wich left me with a fresh, blank, shiny new blog-

serendipity.

I would love if you went to see it. and read it. and followed. That would be pretty cool of you.
so goodbye to this blog, i expect it will be gone and forgotten soon, but i will still continue to post at my new site as often as i can.
ttfn.

4.30.2012

stolen words and lost pictures


It is more fun to talk to someone who doesn’t use long difficult words but rather short, easy words like “What about lunch?"
















Never be afraid of big words.
Most big words name little things,
Like microscopical and mosquito and
pediculoses.

Most small words name big things,
Like shy and land and air and sun
And man and wife and love and life
and God.

Try to use small words.
It is hard to do, but they say what you mean.
If you don't know what you mean, use
big words.
They will confuse little people. 

4.28.2012

So little me

Why am I always at the bottom and why is everything so high? Why must there be so little me and so much sky?

-Piglet
I sympathize with piglet. A lot. And I always have.I have wished I could join him on a picnic in the hundred acre wood, pat him onthe shoulder and tell him I understand.
Because I have a confession to make: I am short. And when I say short, I mean oh so very, very small. Always have been, probably always will.
I usually don’t mind, you see; I can’t imagine myself tall. It would unravel part of the essence of my person I should think. It would take away a lot of inside jokes and funny memories that weren’t so funny at the time. It’s my excuse for wearing high heels even though I’m so wobbly inthem. It made a very memorable game of musical chairs, where shakespear was proven right when he said, "find though she be but little, she is fierce."
And now brace yourself because here is where I rant about all the problems that come with being short.
Problem 1:
            Having to find shoes that fit without Justin Beiber on them.

Problem 2:
            When the grocery item I have myheart set on is on the top shelf.

Problem 3:
            When a tall person my age has to bend down to talk to me.

Problem 4:
            Standing in a circle with my friends and having to look up at everyone.

Problem 5:
            When the kids I babysit are taller than me.

Problem 6:
            When I tell someone how old I am and they say, “wow, you’re short.” This is me: Really? Oh my gosh, I had no idea.Thank you so much for pointing that out. Now I can do something about that thanks to your genius observant skills.

Problem 7:
            When my childhood nickname was “shrimp” and “midget” and “shortee” and I had no idea for the longest time that it was insulting.

Problem 8:
            When the sun viser doesn’t even help when I’m driving because I am too short.

Problem 9:
            Talking to someone from behind and they turn around and look right over my head.

Problem10:
            When people at least 3 inches taller than me complain they are too short.


So long story short (no pun intended), I’ll quote never shout never:

You’re only as tall as your heart will let you be
And you’re only as small as the world will make you seem.
And when the going gets rough
And you feel like you may fall
Just look on the bright side
You’re roughly six feet tall.

3.31.2012

It was on sale

We sat comfortably in the living room, about ten, eleven, maybe twelve girls, eating gummy bears and talking about the best ever pranks.
"the best prank I've ever done," one said, "was when I put a life size clown doll in the passenger seat of so-and-so's car." everyone, of course cracked up but I couldn't help asking her, "why in the world do you have a life size clown doll?" she shrugged and said, "It was on sale."

We sat around the lunch table as the boys told us casually, oh so casually, how they took the fake plants from the halls of almost every floor and put them in their dorm.
"what did you do that for?"
"well, we needed it. Our room was really boring."

There are a few memories like these that stand out in my mind. Why? I guess because they came from some crazy, random, and sometimes daring ideas. We didn't really have any reason for doing it... But it was a lot of fun. They made the greatest memories, even when people thought we were insane. Especially when people thought we were insane, I guess.

But they won't be the only ones. Oh no, I have a whole list of things I have yet to do--just for the fun of it. Any one who would like to join me is welcome.

1. Jump in a taxi and yell "follow that car!"

2. Hire two private investigators. Have them follow each other.

3. Walk up to a random person, gasp and say "Hey! I remember you! Oh my goodness, how have you been!" and see if they play along to avoid embarrassment.

4. Follow joggers around in a car blasting "eye of the tiger" for encouragement.

5. Buy a parrot. Teach parrot to say "Help! I've been turned into a parrot!"

6. Keep confetti in pockets. When there is a long, awkward silence in a conversation, throw confetti. Then, while they are distracted, run away. (my sister actually already did this. It was hilarious.)

7. Take a mysterious package to a random person and say kinda loud, "Here's the next clue. Meet me at Sector 57 at oh-seven hundred hours tomorrow. Bring no one."

8. Become a teacher. Make a test where every answer is "C". Enjoy the show.

9. Make vanilla pudding. Put in mayo jar. Eat in public.

10. Get into a crowded elevator and say "I bet you're all wondering why I gathered you here," with a serious face.

11. Run into a store and ask what year it is. When someone answers, yell "It worked!!!" and run out cheering.

12. Hide behind a car in the parking lot with a bag of firecrackers. When someone walks past, start throwing fire crackers down every time they take a step. Stop when they pause to look around. Resume when they start walking again.

13. Pretend to be a manikin and dress up in store clothes. Strike a pose. When someone stares, make faces at them.

14. Stare at the ceiling and see how many people stop to see what your staring at.

15. I want my last words to be, "I left a million dollars under the... The..."

Oh, the memories I can't wait to have :) what's some crazy things you want to do?

2.16.2012

they call it gushing

If you know me well, you know I obsess over things. When I like something, I really like it, and I'll probably be babbling about it to whoever will listen- or really whoever's standing nearby, wheather your listening or not. I know I'm annoying, but I can't help getting excited about things.
Like London.
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I love everything British. One day I will live in London. I can not wait. I'll develope a British accent, drink tea every day, use a red tellephone booth, and live in a 'flat'. It will be quite fantastical. Even though I haven't been there yet, I obsess over it quite a lot.
I also obsess over books. books like the hunger games.
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Two months since I've read these books and I'm still  gushing over them. It goes without saying I am also obsessiong over Peeta, right? I mentioned before that he was my "fictional character crush". Charming, chivalrous, brave, but always kind and thoughtful and sweet. He's a rebel like katniss but much more civil and graceful about it. I can't wait to meet him in real life ;)
And the movie is coming out on march 23 guys! I really hope it does the book justice. Judging by the tailers I think it will, and I'm super excited to little tiny pieces!

I also obsess over songs.
okay, this one I could go on and on until the sun and moon no longer endure. However, I think the computer is going to crash under my obsessions as it is, so here is a much, much shorter version of songs I currently have on repeat:

Two Birds by Regina Spektor

What I wouldn't Do by A Fine Frenzy

If You Ever Come Back


And every once in a while, I'll obsess over a tv show. like BBC's Sherlock.

What I love about Sherlock:

He’s British. I know I was just babbling about London a second ago, How I am absolutely in love with everything England, but it’s true and this point can’t go unnoticed. The first time Sherlock starts explaining his deduction in the cab, I couldn't understand a word he was saying because he was talking so fast. But it was all in a British accent and I couldn't help sitting there grinning like an idiot.

He’s eccentric. He talks to skulls, shoots holes in the wall when he’s bored, and texts murderers. He also plays the violin if you must know. He’s a brilliant psychopath. When Sherlock first comes up on the screen, He’s beating a corpse with a riding crop to see how long it takes for bruises to show up. My friend told me "He sounds strange," but that’s what’s so great about him!
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His best friend Doctor Watson. Watson is by far the more loveable character. He genuinely cares about people. He’s the only one who can see the more humane side of Sherlock, the good and heroic side. I could really go into more detail but you should just watch the show and see for yourself.

I haven’t seen the second season yet so please don’t tell me any more what happens *clamps hands over ears*. I’ve already stumbled across a lot of spoilers, but I still don’t know exactly what happens. Needless to say, I’m on pins and needles waiting to see it.  

So that’s a little of what I’m obsessing over. Hopefully my computer stays intact even with my ramblings.

TTFN