I have discovered that I enjoy many peach-flavored things such as peach water, peach candy sticks from old fashioned stories, peach chapstick, peach smoothies, peach ice cream, and peach milkshakes.
I guess everyone knows what to get me for my birthday!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
So how was your day?
So what if I have every single message you have sent me memorized?
So what if I look forward to hearing from you all day?
So what if I have visions of you taking a 6-7 hour road trip, knocking on my door, and sweeping me off my feet?
A girl can dream, can't she?
So what if I look forward to hearing from you all day?
So what if I have visions of you taking a 6-7 hour road trip, knocking on my door, and sweeping me off my feet?
A girl can dream, can't she?
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Crowned
By the way...check out my new blog that I set up. It is solely dedicated to the book that I am writing, which is definitely a work in progress.
http://thecrownedblog.blogspot.com/
Feel free to give comments and suggestions! I really apprectiate anything and everything you have to say!
That's all for tonight.
http://thecrownedblog.blogspot.com/
Feel free to give comments and suggestions! I really apprectiate anything and everything you have to say!
That's all for tonight.
Boys
What is it about them that makes us want to stand on a roof, jump up and down, twirl around, blush and giggle, and sing "Tomorrow, Tomorrow!" at the top of our lungs?
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Movie Love
I'll admit it. I am obsessed with movies. Whenever I find the time to actually watch the television, I end up turning it off unless I can find a decent movie to watch. I adore movies so much. I love the music, the lines, the scenery, and most especially, the stories.
Here's a playlist of music from some of my favorite movies. If you know which movie every song comes from, kudos to you. That's pretty impressive.
http://www.playlist.com/playlist/16861334539/standalone
Here's a playlist of music from some of my favorite movies. If you know which movie every song comes from, kudos to you. That's pretty impressive.
http://www.playlist.com/playlist/16861334539/standalone
In the beginning, God created Sigma
I can't really talk about HOBY just yet. I had an incredible time, and I met the most amazing people, once again. Being a member of the Junior Staff was simply oustanding.
Instead of talking all about it, I will just post the rap that our group, Sigma, re-created to the tune of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire:
"In west Pennsylvania born and raised
In the ballroom was where we spent most of our days
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool
W and J was our host school
When a couple of leaders who were up to some good
Started volunteering in the neighborhood
They tried to show the world that HOBY kids care
But then they gave up and moved to Bel-Aire
JUST KIDDING - Erik's Solo
We dropped off our stuff when we came here
And learned how to do the oustanding cheer
If anything we could say that this camp was rare
So we yelled, 'Hey you leaders, throw your hands in the air!'"
In the ballroom was where we spent most of our days
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool
W and J was our host school
When a couple of leaders who were up to some good
Started volunteering in the neighborhood
They tried to show the world that HOBY kids care
But then they gave up and moved to Bel-Aire
JUST KIDDING - Erik's Solo
We dropped off our stuff when we came here
And learned how to do the oustanding cheer
If anything we could say that this camp was rare
So we yelled, 'Hey you leaders, throw your hands in the air!'"
I miss them.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Most Embarrassing Sappy Moments
I'll admit that I am a total romantic sap. But not only am I a romantic sap, I'm just a sap in general. I cry at the most ridiculous times, such as:
-When Abby's man Mark drove down the driveway to start his long trek home to Scotland. I cried before she did. Who does that?
-While watching Pocahontas at age 17 and 3/4. That's way too old to be sobbing because of a Disney movie.
-While seeing my ambassadors do their Outstanding Cheer during the closing ceremonies of HOBY. They were acting obnoxious. You'd think I wouldn't mind getting rid of them.
-While watching A Wedding Story on TLC.
When all of the monumental occasions of my life occur, such as graduation, first day of college, a proposal, and my wedding day, I am probably going to fall apart.
It's so embarrassing.
-When Abby's man Mark drove down the driveway to start his long trek home to Scotland. I cried before she did. Who does that?
-While watching Pocahontas at age 17 and 3/4. That's way too old to be sobbing because of a Disney movie.
-While seeing my ambassadors do their Outstanding Cheer during the closing ceremonies of HOBY. They were acting obnoxious. You'd think I wouldn't mind getting rid of them.
-While watching A Wedding Story on TLC.
When all of the monumental occasions of my life occur, such as graduation, first day of college, a proposal, and my wedding day, I am probably going to fall apart.
It's so embarrassing.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
A Bibliophile Moment
The new Sarah Dessen book comes out TODAY!
It's called Along For the Ride. I am so, so, so excited to read it. She is basically my writing hero. If there is anyone in the whole world that I would love to write like, it would be her.
I can't wait to read it!
Unfortunately, I have exactly $2.00 in my wallet.
I either need to
a) Win the lottery or
b) Wait until our five-year-late-library gets it in
Ugh.
It's called Along For the Ride. I am so, so, so excited to read it. She is basically my writing hero. If there is anyone in the whole world that I would love to write like, it would be her.
I can't wait to read it!
Unfortunately, I have exactly $2.00 in my wallet.
I either need to
a) Win the lottery or
b) Wait until our five-year-late-library gets it in
Ugh.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Dear Marcus & Abbygail,
I'm so sorry I threw out the first copy of this. Consider this the new and improved edition of:
My Spanish Diary - Week Number Whatever (I don't remember)
A Plaid Passion: The Summary
I have decided that I am going to write a book someday. The best part is, it will be based on a true story. Specifically, a true love story that is going on in my best friend's life. Here's the short and sweet version of the story:
Once upon a time there was a girl named Abbygail. She went on a mission trip to the far off land of Poland. While in Poland, she met an extremely attractive boy. When I say extremely attractive, I mean on a scale from one to 10, he was about a 26. His name was Marcus. He was from Scotland.
The first time they talked, he was sitting in the hall reading a book. They sat chatting in that hallway for at least an hour and a half. Abbygail immediately noticed Marcus's make-you-melt Scottish dialect, and Marcus was enchanted by Abbygail's adorable American accent. They discovered many things about each other as they talked, such as their relationship status, preferred music type, and their places of origin.
From that day on, they spent as much time together as possible. Abbygail taught Marcus how to play the card game Spit, and they played every night. Abbygail almost always beat Marcus, of course. As their time together continued, they grew more and more close. It was obvious to certain friends on the mission trip that feelings between Abbygail and Marcus were not just about friendship. In fact, one day on a trip to the market, Marcus admitted his feelings about Abbygail to Abbygail's friend Tanyata. Tanyata, of course, told Abbygail exactly what Marcus had said about her. Abbygail didn't know how to feel. She was in denial because she hadn't admitted her feelings about Marcus to anyone, not even herself.
One night towards the end of the trip, Marcus, seemingly joking, asked Abbygail to write him a ten page letter. Abbygail laughed it off; however, when the morning of their last day in Poland dawned, Marcus pushed a book adorned with the Scottish flag into Abbygail's hands. He told
Abbygail that she wasn't to read the book until after they had left. Abbygail was an impatient girl, though, so she rushed to her room and counted the pages of the book. Marcus had poured out 10 long pages of his thoughts to her. She skimmed to the end and read the last two pages where Marcus confessed his liking to her.
After the trip, Marcus and Abbygail were somehow able to keep their blossoming relationship alive. Abbygail purchased a webcam, and she was able to look into the beautiful face of her Scottish love day after day. Her friends admitted that while she was somehow more sad and quiet this year, whenever she talked about Marcus, she seemed happier.
On June 6, Marcus traveled from 3412.09 miles away to visit Abbygail. They spent about a day and a half together. When it came time for them to say goodbye, he turned to Abbygail's friends, one of whom is a soon to be famous authoress, and said in his wonderful Scottish lilt, "Look after Abbygail for me." He gave Abbygail one last haunted look, got in the vehicle, and drove down the dirt road, the dust billowing behind him like a scene from a movie.
That was all Abbygail's sentimental, psycho, emotional writer-friend could take. She burst into tears.
And so, the love story of Abbygail and Marcus lives on. It is forever dear to the very few people who hold the romance close to their hearts. Their relationship was, is, and will yet become, a plaid passion.
My Spanish Diary - Week Number Whatever (I don't remember)
A Plaid Passion: The Summary
I have decided that I am going to write a book someday. The best part is, it will be based on a true story. Specifically, a true love story that is going on in my best friend's life. Here's the short and sweet version of the story:
Once upon a time there was a girl named Abbygail. She went on a mission trip to the far off land of Poland. While in Poland, she met an extremely attractive boy. When I say extremely attractive, I mean on a scale from one to 10, he was about a 26. His name was Marcus. He was from Scotland.
The first time they talked, he was sitting in the hall reading a book. They sat chatting in that hallway for at least an hour and a half. Abbygail immediately noticed Marcus's make-you-melt Scottish dialect, and Marcus was enchanted by Abbygail's adorable American accent. They discovered many things about each other as they talked, such as their relationship status, preferred music type, and their places of origin.
From that day on, they spent as much time together as possible. Abbygail taught Marcus how to play the card game Spit, and they played every night. Abbygail almost always beat Marcus, of course. As their time together continued, they grew more and more close. It was obvious to certain friends on the mission trip that feelings between Abbygail and Marcus were not just about friendship. In fact, one day on a trip to the market, Marcus admitted his feelings about Abbygail to Abbygail's friend Tanyata. Tanyata, of course, told Abbygail exactly what Marcus had said about her. Abbygail didn't know how to feel. She was in denial because she hadn't admitted her feelings about Marcus to anyone, not even herself.
One night towards the end of the trip, Marcus, seemingly joking, asked Abbygail to write him a ten page letter. Abbygail laughed it off; however, when the morning of their last day in Poland dawned, Marcus pushed a book adorned with the Scottish flag into Abbygail's hands. He told
Abbygail that she wasn't to read the book until after they had left. Abbygail was an impatient girl, though, so she rushed to her room and counted the pages of the book. Marcus had poured out 10 long pages of his thoughts to her. She skimmed to the end and read the last two pages where Marcus confessed his liking to her.
After the trip, Marcus and Abbygail were somehow able to keep their blossoming relationship alive. Abbygail purchased a webcam, and she was able to look into the beautiful face of her Scottish love day after day. Her friends admitted that while she was somehow more sad and quiet this year, whenever she talked about Marcus, she seemed happier.
On June 6, Marcus traveled from 3412.09 miles away to visit Abbygail. They spent about a day and a half together. When it came time for them to say goodbye, he turned to Abbygail's friends, one of whom is a soon to be famous authoress, and said in his wonderful Scottish lilt, "Look after Abbygail for me." He gave Abbygail one last haunted look, got in the vehicle, and drove down the dirt road, the dust billowing behind him like a scene from a movie.
That was all Abbygail's sentimental, psycho, emotional writer-friend could take. She burst into tears.
And so, the love story of Abbygail and Marcus lives on. It is forever dear to the very few people who hold the romance close to their hearts. Their relationship was, is, and will yet become, a plaid passion.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Confession
I want to be a writer.
My dad has been telling me from an early age to be an engineer or a doctor. I've changed my mind on careers a thousand times to please him and my mom. Finally, this year, we decided on music therapy. It was like a truce.
But I really, truly, desperately want to be a writer.
I know that I can write on the side. I know I can do a million things I want to do on the side, like write and take pictures and sing and plan weddings.
But writing is just what I do. I think that it could be something I do for the rest of my life.
It's kind of what I've done for myself since forever.
My dad has been telling me from an early age to be an engineer or a doctor. I've changed my mind on careers a thousand times to please him and my mom. Finally, this year, we decided on music therapy. It was like a truce.
But I really, truly, desperately want to be a writer.
I know that I can write on the side. I know I can do a million things I want to do on the side, like write and take pictures and sing and plan weddings.
But writing is just what I do. I think that it could be something I do for the rest of my life.
It's kind of what I've done for myself since forever.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Fear
Something is wrong with me.
Ever since I was about three years old, I have loved the water. I love rivers and creeks and lakes and pools. Whenever I'm around water, I can't stay away. I go in with all of my clothes on. I just have to go in.
But tonight, I went with my family to a creek to take pictures. I was terrified. I couldn't walk in the water. I thought I was going to slip and fall. The rocks were slippery. I could just picture myself slipping and cracking my head open. I had a panic attack. I was so scared that my siblings were going to get hurt.
When they leaned over the bridge, I started crying.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
It's the same thing with fire. I was at a party with my friends, and they were playing with fireworks. I abosolutely hate fire. I'm so scared of it. I had to go jump on the trampoline while they shot firecrackers at each other.
I just don't want to be afraid anymore.
Ever since I was about three years old, I have loved the water. I love rivers and creeks and lakes and pools. Whenever I'm around water, I can't stay away. I go in with all of my clothes on. I just have to go in.
But tonight, I went with my family to a creek to take pictures. I was terrified. I couldn't walk in the water. I thought I was going to slip and fall. The rocks were slippery. I could just picture myself slipping and cracking my head open. I had a panic attack. I was so scared that my siblings were going to get hurt.
When they leaned over the bridge, I started crying.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
It's the same thing with fire. I was at a party with my friends, and they were playing with fireworks. I abosolutely hate fire. I'm so scared of it. I had to go jump on the trampoline while they shot firecrackers at each other.
I just don't want to be afraid anymore.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Arizona, Arizona
On September 20, 2003, I wore a long jean skirt and a frilly white blouse that later received a yellow stain on the shoulder from a highlighter.
On September 20, I "went out" with a boy. Four days later, on his birthday, I dumped him. We've been best friends ever since.
He is not your typical boy. He's a sweetheart. He blushes at the mention of kissing or even holding hands. He is selfless and polite and forgiving and smart. He is awkward and adorable and nerdy and silly. He is real.
For some reason, I have been blessed by being able to have a great friendship with him. We sang in chorus together. We sat in lunch and counted the sprinkles on our Cosmic Brownies. We made origami paper animals during class. He drew me pictures and wrote me notes that I have saved for six years.
And then last year, he moved 2,111.09 miles away from me.
Somehow, we're still friends, and our relationship has grown stronger across the distance. I absolutely love him. Although he is my best friend and nothing more, I hope the man I marry is just like him. I won't settle for anything less than that.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
The Chill Playlist
-Sing Theresa by Greg Laswell
-High & Low by Greg Laswell
-Days Go On by Greg Laswell
-The One I Love by Greg Laswell
-And Then You by Greg Laswell
-How The Day Sounds by Greg Laswell
-Do What I Can by Greg Laswell
-Comes and Goes (In Waves) by Greg Laswell
-Pony by Erin McCarley
-Love Save the Empty by Erin McCarley
-Blue Suitcase by Erin McCarley
-Pitter-Pat by Erin McCarley
-Photograph by Jamie Cullum
-But For Now by Jamie Cullum
-I'm Yours by Jason Mraz
-Rain by Priscilla Ahn
-Dream by Priscilla Ahn
-Lullaby by Priscilla Ahn
-Leave the Light On by Priscilla Ahn
-Chicago by Mat Kearney
-Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You by Muse
-The Mess I Made by Parachute
-She Is Love by Parachute
-Don't Worry, Be Happy by Bobby McFerrin
-There She Goes by The Las
-High & Low by Greg Laswell
-Days Go On by Greg Laswell
-The One I Love by Greg Laswell
-And Then You by Greg Laswell
-How The Day Sounds by Greg Laswell
-Do What I Can by Greg Laswell
-Comes and Goes (In Waves) by Greg Laswell
-Pony by Erin McCarley
-Love Save the Empty by Erin McCarley
-Blue Suitcase by Erin McCarley
-Pitter-Pat by Erin McCarley
-Photograph by Jamie Cullum
-But For Now by Jamie Cullum
-I'm Yours by Jason Mraz
-Rain by Priscilla Ahn
-Dream by Priscilla Ahn
-Lullaby by Priscilla Ahn
-Leave the Light On by Priscilla Ahn
-Chicago by Mat Kearney
-Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You by Muse
-The Mess I Made by Parachute
-She Is Love by Parachute
-Don't Worry, Be Happy by Bobby McFerrin
-There She Goes by The Las
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Tiny Pieces
This has been on my mind for a really long time.
I have been single for a while, and it's basically going ok for me. I'm too nervous when I'm in a relationship to do anything more than hold hands, and I just recently realized how super independent I actually am.
I have found, though, that many of the girls around me have to constantly be dating someone. It's like they were programmed at birth to never be content with being single.
In my opinion, every time you date someone, you give a tiny little piece of yourself away. Every time you hold hands, that's another tiny little piece you give away. I think that when you keep dating, holding hands, and anything else you decide to do, you just keep slowly chipping away at yourself.
Personally, I want to be as whole as possible when I meet my future husband. I don't want to give pieces of myself away to some boy that I will forget about. I don't want to give pieces of myself away to someone who doesn't fall into the category of that person I could spend the rest of my life with.
If you think this sounds funny, then you're probably right. It is a little different.
Basically, it's dating to marry, or in other words, courting.
I don't date people unless they are someone who has all of the qualities I would want in a future husband. Obviously, my type of dating strategy doesn't fit in with normal high schoolers.
But that's ok. Maybe I'm not normal.
But when I find happily ever after - when I find that guy - I want to be whole for him.
After all - wouldn't I want him to be whole for me?
I have been single for a while, and it's basically going ok for me. I'm too nervous when I'm in a relationship to do anything more than hold hands, and I just recently realized how super independent I actually am.
I have found, though, that many of the girls around me have to constantly be dating someone. It's like they were programmed at birth to never be content with being single.
In my opinion, every time you date someone, you give a tiny little piece of yourself away. Every time you hold hands, that's another tiny little piece you give away. I think that when you keep dating, holding hands, and anything else you decide to do, you just keep slowly chipping away at yourself.
Personally, I want to be as whole as possible when I meet my future husband. I don't want to give pieces of myself away to some boy that I will forget about. I don't want to give pieces of myself away to someone who doesn't fall into the category of that person I could spend the rest of my life with.
If you think this sounds funny, then you're probably right. It is a little different.
Basically, it's dating to marry, or in other words, courting.
I don't date people unless they are someone who has all of the qualities I would want in a future husband. Obviously, my type of dating strategy doesn't fit in with normal high schoolers.
But that's ok. Maybe I'm not normal.
But when I find happily ever after - when I find that guy - I want to be whole for him.
After all - wouldn't I want him to be whole for me?
Sunday, June 7, 2009
The Only Crush I'll Never Grow Out Of
Since age 13, I had slowly saved up my money, emptying jean pockets in the laundrey room until I had the right amount to go buy his most recent CD. I took my tacky, beat up portable CD player to bed with me every night, letting his flawless tenor seep through me in lullaby form. I would wake up strangled by my headphones with dead batteries in the CD player, but I would be happy.
I had memorized every song that he ever produced. It was my dream to sing with him someday on stage. I knew the words to every duet he ever participated in. I imagined someday getting the chance to attend one of his concerts. They would have a contest similar to contests in movies. They would draw a ticket, and one lucky audience member would get the opportunity to go and sing a duet with him. I would be the one to win, of course, and I would sing the duet. People would remark how wonderful we would sound and look together, and I would finally be discovered. We would continue singing duets together forever.
I had decided by age 15 that he was the man I would marry no matter what.
For my 16th birthday, my grandparents gave me the ultimate gift. It wasn't a car; it wasn't an iPod; they spent around $300 and took me to his concert.
We sat in Row 22, Section F. Though not great seats by any means, I was there. I was there, and he was there, and he would sing.
He wasn't onstage immediately; the lights dimmed and the first chords of his most popular song rang out through the arena. My eyes clouded over with tears. I was so happy.
I'll never forget that night.
I had memorized every song that he ever produced. It was my dream to sing with him someday on stage. I knew the words to every duet he ever participated in. I imagined someday getting the chance to attend one of his concerts. They would have a contest similar to contests in movies. They would draw a ticket, and one lucky audience member would get the opportunity to go and sing a duet with him. I would be the one to win, of course, and I would sing the duet. People would remark how wonderful we would sound and look together, and I would finally be discovered. We would continue singing duets together forever.
I had decided by age 15 that he was the man I would marry no matter what.
For my 16th birthday, my grandparents gave me the ultimate gift. It wasn't a car; it wasn't an iPod; they spent around $300 and took me to his concert.
We sat in Row 22, Section F. Though not great seats by any means, I was there. I was there, and he was there, and he would sing.
He wasn't onstage immediately; the lights dimmed and the first chords of his most popular song rang out through the arena. My eyes clouded over with tears. I was so happy.
I'll never forget that night.
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