shoes; feet; socks // winners

this was undoubtedly my most favorite photo challenge yet. i think i'm going to be doing more of this sort.
the way this photo challenge is ending will be a little bit different, and so, please bear with me.
:: and the winners are ::

second place:

miss bethy // bethiquette

and because i just couldn't choose, first places goes to these two lovely ladies:

gracie-darlin' // lollipops + cupcakes and:

hayley-dearheart // oh, snap! 

and now, nikon d3100 or canon rebel t3i? my decision skills are those of lucy ricardo.

-kiss kiss kiss, hug lamination-
{pee ess: cupcake post tomorrow :D}

someone buy me a plane ticket

yesterday was quite a successful day. it started with cereal and warm milk, reading with joy, and then shopping with grandma sugar. a fun time, of course. the main reason of the trip was to get a suit for me and a winter coat for joy, but it escalated into a suit, a birthday dress, a winter coat + dress, california pizza kitchen, new shoes for the little'n, a watch + hat at charming charlie's, and a frosted cupcake candle all in one sitting. needless to say, i am incandescently happy.

when i'm walking down the street with parcels in both hands {which is a very rare occasion} i find myself daydreaming. thinking about the world beyond my normalities. canada, the caribbean, england, alaska, spain, paris. oh how i long to go. my words cannot express.

i've been in the same place all my life. the same state, town, neighborhood, house. i can predict the same things every year, because it seems that we've fallen into a spell. a spell of tradition. though tradition is a beautiful thing, sometimes it just needs some changing. in texas, the spring + summer are blindingly hot. then in october the weather cools, and in november + december, january + february, it gets unnaturally cold. and then it starts warming up again. we rarely get snow.

i love my home. truly. but to be in an environment where only adventure is your friend. where new aromas fill your nostrils and you follow them as though they are your greatest passion. a cavern does not go unexplored. this is the beauty of travel. and i feel a sense of nostalgia for something i've never done.

what do you long to do?
-kiss kiss kiss, hug noah calhoun-
{pee ess: in other news, i have decided to start offering free blog designs for people. no new website, or anything like that. just a little bit of impromptu fun. anyone looking for a new design?}
{pee pee ess: also, i'm working on a project with some lovely people. to be excited would be an understatement.}
{pee pee ess: saw the notebook last night. cried like a baby. also, it's acacia's 15th birthday today. you guys should go virtually sing to her.}

finalists of sorts

here i am, at 11:22pm, when i'm supposed to be asleep, writing this post which will publish at 3am, and i shall wake up to find it nesting on my blog site, and i shall smile in its success. as you can see, i really need to go to sleep. 

tomorrow {or today, when you'll be reading this} is to be filled with shopping, eating, drinking, and of sorts. grandma is picking joy and i up and we're heading off to the domain {a local shopping outlet/mini-city} and we'll return with parcels from various stores and leftovers from california pizza kitchen. needless to say, this shall be lovely day. rhyming. okay, then. 

here are le finalists, in no particular order ::

acacia :: capture life

i don't know why i love this picture so much. maybe it's the shoes themselves. or the way they tie-in with the pavement. something about it just makes me smile. 

gracie :: lollipops + cupcakes

for some reason, this reminds me of something taken at the beach, with a film camera; a girl on an adventure with her closest friends. a memory that didn't want to be forgotten. captivating. 

bethy :: bethiquette

i admit it, i've always had a soft spot for pointe shoes. {i wanted to be a prima ballerina when i was little} but pointe shoes + books? that's the icing on the cupcake. and the colors just seem to draw me in. i can imagine millions of things with these feet. 

cindi :: cotton candy clouds

i love how this is staged. so creative. are we decorating something? just playing around, perhaps? an exciting discovery? whatever the case, i am undoubtedly in love.

hayley :: oh, snap!

it's pink socks + a mustache, and that's all i have to say. 

if you'll excuse me whilst i turn in and dream of peter pevensie. 

-kiss kiss kiss, hug baby lotion-

a little bit of {sunday love}

a little bit of she and him christmas. i love zooey deschanel. and her last name. i could say it forever. deschanel deschanel deschanel..

a little bit of grandma's house. there's always something comforting about the familiar smell of your grandparents. also, they give the best hugs. also, vintage homes are stellar.

a little bit of apple crisp. one of the joys of baking. after grandma does her share in the kitchen, you are permitted to take over. and thus, the house smells like thanksgiving, Christmas and yankee candles all in one sitting. 

source

a little bit of composition. did i ever tell you that i finished the score i was entering into the music competition and my life was un-kaput? if not, pretend i did. i am now taking on another project and orchestrating a piano version of one of my favorite Christmas pieces. by john williams, of course. this is quite the funness. 

a little bit of crafting. the birthday party is rolling around soon... two weeks from today to be exact. grandma + mommy + me went supply shopping yesterday. making abbey's diy-dry erase boards and homemade snowglobes. my desk is now filled with glitter and miniatures and frames and acrylic paints. 

a little bit of writing. lately, i haven't had time to write. that isn't true. lately, i have been too lazy to write. my current stories are in the graveyard, and today, i am going to resurrect them. i have told myself to write when i feel like it, and write when i don't. i'm contemplating doing nanowrimo next year, if my schedule is in my favor. let's hope so. 

a litte bit of love. i love you guys. 262 followers? holy cheese. 

a little bit of cupcakes. apparently i'm making them for my youth group next sunday. this should be fun. 

-kiss kiss kiss, hug a puzzle-
{pee ess: like my new "hey, cupcake" sign? yeah. i like it, too.}

continuous and others

taken in the driveway, whilst mommy and joy were painting the back door. 

it's funny. the hot weather has gone away, cooler temperatures are setting in, thanksgiving has passed. like you're caught up in the moment and then suddenly pushed back into reality, realizing that the year is almost over. my birthday is in sixteen days. talk of decorations and meal plans fill the house, over the clink of silverware on ceramic plates holding the thanksgiving leftovers. i feel as though i have to wait for everyone's birthday to pass until it comes to mine. but then i realize, it's all relative, our birthdays are all the same distance apart. and we don't take the time to understand that we're getting older each second. we don't acknowledge our growing maturity. longer hair and stature, and the wrinkles creep up on us, even though it seems so far away. speaking of birthdays and maturity..

i am amazed how generous my grandma can be. sells her summer house in michigan, buys a house close to us, and opens it up so we can drop by anytime, for football, puzzles, the word of the day, among other things. i love my grandma. she's always cheery, quick to respond with a witty, memorable answer, and one of the first things out of her mouth is hello, love! how are you? would you like some hot chocolate? this morning {with nine minutes to spare} i'm at grandma's house, with a mug full of hot chocolate and the michigan game on, about to make blueberry muffins from scratch, and talking with mommy over birthday party plans. 

how are you, today? 

-kiss kiss kiss, hug architecture-

i'm coming out {four}, who do you think you are?

{one} {two} {three}

i found this one day while browsing tumblr:

and as sad as it is, it's true. unless you have a face like kim kardashian and the body of a victoria's secret model, you're thrown into the pile of 'wannabe, but you'll never be.' and it hurts. how can they decide what we're supposed to like and not like? how can they decide who's beautiful and who's not? how dare they?

even the boys do the same thing. they only want the girls who would give anything to be with them. and sometimes the girl is the accessory, not the priority. it's because of the girlfriend that they get all the attention, and then they leave her because she's weighing down his reputation. she was always putty in his hands, but couldn't he see that maybe she had feelings, too? 

who do you think you are? telling us we're not pretty enough and not tall enough and not rich enough? it's almost like there's a bar. a bar that holds your standards. and once we get close to reaching the height, you raise the bar again. like an endless staircase. the top is so far away that we'd be dead before we found ourselves worthy of you. and quite frankly, i'm tired of it. 

dear society, you're the reason countless numbers of girls worry their parents because they're not hungry anymore. they try and try to become skinnier. to have the perfect blonde color or the perfect brunette. their skin to be perfectly tanned. and it's all for you. you influence the world with your rules and regulations and as if it's not enough you flaunt your flawless skin in our acne-filled faces and laugh at us. why? because we can never be like you. it's just too hard. some of us even commit suicide because we're so dedicated to being perfect. but we saw that it wouldn't work. so we decided to end it before any other trouble was caused.

dear boys, you're the reason we just can't seem to stop crying. we genuinely like you, and yet you throw us aside like you're that embarrassing picture your mom just couldn't help but take out. we throw up so we can have that perfect body for you. and you act like i'm not even here. 

who do you think you are, running around leaving scars. collecting your jar of hearts... 

today it's time to take a stand. post something you hate about today's society, or about how boys treat girls. 

we don't have to stand by and watch while our best friends bend over toilet seats throwing up what they just ate. we don't have to stick botox up our faces to have a face like heidi montage or miley cyrus. we are beautiful just the way we are. tell the world who the real star is. we are stars. in our own individual way. we don't have to be pushed aside to make room for the next up-and-coming model or actress or musician. because we're people too. let them know that. 

dear society, and dear boys: make way for the genuine. you better watch out.

-kiss kiss kiss, hug a q-tip-

{pee ess: please send me the link to your post. i'd love to see it.}

one accord.

it's almost surreal how time has flown by. the year starts, and comes to a close, and starts all over again, and we marvel each time, how fast it all goes. but haven't you realized by now: time flies when you're having fun! today is the day in which we give thanks. not just say thank you. we give thanks to God for living another day. we give thanks for the little things, too. thank you daddy, for the chocolate-chip cookie dough ice cream. i love you for that. so much that i totally zrbbt'd you. thank you joy, for telling me all the things you wanted to be when you grow up. thank you grandma, for bringing the word of the day to us. it boosts my intellectuality. and i didn't even think that was possible after watching inception. but the best thing about saying thank you on this day, is that we do it in one accord.

my thankfuls? here are just a few:

happy thanksgiving, beautiful people. what are you thankful for?

-kiss kiss kiss, gobble gobble spork-

shoes; feet; socks // photo challenge

remember this post? if you don't, pretend you do. it was a day in which i decided to document my feet. where they've been, what they've done. and today, i'm inviting you to document your feet, too.

this is not my photo, my dad accidentally deleted all the photos off of the camera before i could upload them. so, goshbubbles. 
so this is me, not going with the masses who are most likely posting photo challenge that has something to do with thanksgiving. my feet are currently sock booted. what's a sock boot, you may ask? close your eyes and picture me with big, billowy blue pajama pants, with the ends tucked into my socks. those are sock boots. mommy is painting the front door and my sister is spying on her through the peep hole on the other side. daddy just finished cutting up the fresh pineapple he bought and i just finished my breakfast of waffles and warm milk. and now, piano practice.

what are your feet doing? 

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rules:
//. the photo must be taken by you
//. link must go to your post, not your blog
//. you don't have to have a blog, you can link up your flickr 
//. try to comment on a few other entries
//. have fun!! 


the linky will close sunday night and the finalists will be posted on monday, winners will be announced next wednesday. now, get to it :)

-kiss kiss kiss, hug puss in boots-

because

because the golden hour is the best time to take photos. 

because making birthday invitations is the best ever.

because sometimes swim practice isn't so bad.

because bokeh is beautiful.

because technically, this counts as fashion:

sweater: vintage // shirt: target // belt: vintage from grandma // jeans: target // oxfords {not shown}: DSW
because it's almost thanksgiving and i'm thankful for all of you. 
because i'm sending off my music composition today and we're celebrating with chocolate-chip cookie dough ice cream. 
because my mommy's macaroni + cheese is a gift from God, and i'm thankful for that too. 
because getting boxes in the mail calls for a happy dance. 
because we have cake mix in the pantry. 
and you can guess what i'm going to do with that. 


-kiss kiss kiss, hug a rocking chair- 
{pee ess: i have an etsy. not selling anything yet, but i have one. also, i think i'm going to start accepting sponsors. any one want to?}
{pee pee ess: photo challenge tomorrow. get ready...}

i suppose it's almost that time

mommy occasionally pulls out the family photo album. she shows pictures of her childhood, daddy's childhood, their teenage years, young adulthood, then they meet, fall in love, and marry. and four years later, i come into the picture. right about here, my mom says she cried when i was born. she said she saw me at the ultrasound and thought i was quite funny looking. but then when she held me in her arms for the first time she thought i was so beautiful that she didn't really know what to do.
and now, almost fifteen years later, after scads of what-i-want-to-be-when-i-grow-ups, frantic because-the-brand-new-shoes-don't-fit-anymore shopping sessions, answered questions, painting bedrooms, american girl dolls, swim meets and piano recitals, here i am.

with my scalloped circle obsessions, full-fledged theories about narnia's existence, and awkward laugh. i'm almost fifteen. i can hardly believe it. i've started writing my party invitations; there's newspaper and glue everywhere. my grandma has agreed to let me play her old vinyl records, and i'm browsing the interwebs for craft supplies. and after all of that, i still call my parents mommy and daddy.

it's that time where people are asking what i want for my birthday. my first response is always i don't know. and i really don't know. but i've been searching the inner caverns of my brain, and i squeezed out a few things. also, i just love writing lists.


>>. gift card to anthropolgie
>>. gift card to ruche
>>. edward scissorhands soundtrack
>>. canon rebel t3i or nikon d3100
>>. scrabble
>>. chocolate-chip cookie dough ice cream {totally serious}
>>. orchestra sheet music to hymn to the fallen by john williams {i'm a nerd}
>>. snow
>>. pride + prejudice movie {2005}
>>. forever21 gift card
>>. subscription to kinfolk magazine
>>. nancy drew mystery
>>. this + this from stuff kara made
>>. the bride collector by ted dekker
and most likely more to come, since Christmas is just around the corner...

this year my list is different. not as many material items, such at cd's or dvd's, more like things that can be used to make memories with. things that'll stick in your mind. books, to expand my library. scrabble, because i've never owned that game. snow, because it is my favorite. sheet music, because i am a composer. all of these things, because i am me. happy monday, all.

-kiss kiss kiss, hug a paper mache ladder-
{pee ess: i think i'm going to call my etsy shop "honeysuckle window", y'all. i just can't let that name go.}
{pee pee ess: you know i write songs? i was asking for a little band name of sorts and i came up with one, finally. i am the local whimsy.}

in a few words,

my sunday was lovely. it started with church -a beautiful baby dedication today- a mini photoshoot, then lunch at grandma's house, a tutoring session, and then puzzle building + root beer floats with mommy. we're home now, the parents are watching football, joy is playing with her dolls, and i am currently contemplating getting wreck this journal. yes? no? 

i'm craving something that involves strawberry jam. my social life is un-kaput, officially tomorrow. the big bang theory is on my 'also doing at the moment' list. sheldon is my favorite. a few things on my fifteen before fifteen list are to be crossed off soon. i'm quite excited. 

how was your sunday?

-kiss kiss kiss, hug a staircase-

this morning.

in the midst of cold weather, i sit here at the window, drinking tea, reading kinfolk magazine, listening to music, and just being inspired. i watch as the leaves fall off the trees and as our friendly neighborhood squirrel gathers nuts and scampers off to his home. wearing my new white wooly sweater from grandma, and watching as my mommy reads to joy. old memories, new memories.

for the past few weeks, i've been pondering life after high school. after college, even, even though it's so far away. i want to buy a quaint old house -two story preferably- with a small library off to the side, and a porch so i can watch the neighbors walk by. really, i've been pondering on living a simple life. i'm inspired by gatherings of four or five people, whether family or friends, eating good food and playing games that we might've enjoyed as children. talking of life over a good cup of tea. going on shopping trips when the season is coming to a close and taking pictures of our experiences. 


i told daddy in the car last night, on the way home from getting my hair done. i want to live a simple life. writing novels and music, of course, but also other things. like trying new things in my cookbook. seafood for example, because mommy doesn't like seafood in our house. she hates it. tilapia, maybe. with a side of mushrooms and a lemon glaze. hot tea next to it because i can drink tea with anything. maybe a piece of leftover pound cake for dessert, then retreating to the library to read the newest additions to my collection, while listening to some classic soundtracks. to me, this is leading a simple life. 


it's not about the endless parties you have, or the baking excursions with best friends. or the one-thousand dollar shopping sprees to neiman marcus or that delightful new thing you saw in the bookstore today. i think it's about making memories. myriads of memories. of being able to say that was us. do you remember when we were here? instead of living a blow-through, all-over-the-place kind of life, where you can barely remember a thing. but being able to go back and instantly light-up because of that time when he spilt marinara sauce all over himself. 


this morning, i am now sifting through newspapers to make my birthday party invitations, joy and mommy are going to paint, daddy is watching sports replays, and i'm here. just being inspired. 

-kiss kiss kiss, hug a blanket-
{pee ess: photo challenge this wednesday.}

dancing! at the disco

literally. 

mommy's mommy came from illinois on wednesday. we call her grandma sugar, because she's so sweet, and she smells good, too. she sold her summer house up in michigan and bought a house two blocks away from us. this trip is for the coming of thanksgiving. family, food, and recognizing your blessings. the weather is cold, the skies are darker, and the air constantly smells of marshmallows roasting in the fireplace. 

every night we go to grandma's house and eat dinner and put together puzzles. we play the "how many words can you make out of this" game and we watch our favorite cop shows. the mentalist is amazing. amen. there's talk of sports, home decoration, food, and fun, and there's always an oreo in there somewhere. 

we go scavenger hunting and find old photo albums, unearthing memories from 'back-in-the-day'. and last night, we unearthed something new. grandma's record player. 

a bookshelf loaded with reminders of the 1950's, 60's, and 70's. and you can guess what happened next. i picked one out, switched on the turntable, and pressed play. let the dancing begin. of course Joy appeared out of nowhere and began to dance the way only six year olds dance. one hour of nat king cole, frank sinatra, sammy davis jr, and the top disco bands from the 1970's {whose names i do not know}. 

you can guess that i spontaneously made the decision to play these records at my fifteenth birthday party. you guessed correctly. i am now a part of an age that i was never able to experience {oh the horror of being born in the 90's} and i am quite le happy. 

number seven of fifteen before fifteen: complete. 

and now if you'll excuse me while i admire this cleverness:

-kiss kiss kiss, hug lincoln logs-

{pee ess: i'm making an etsy. no, i'm not selling anything [yet] but i would like to sponsor some blogs/etsy shops so we can have some giveaways in the future. how does that sound? also, that's what the poll is for. to name my future etsy shoppe. be excited.}

{pee pee ess: what are your standings with white chocolate?}

oh the places you'll go.

shoes. i don't think we realize this enough. we always wear shoes. it's a subconscious action. go to our closet, scan the many suggestions, or few, or whatever varies best with your outfit. then we slip them on, leave, and most likely don't think about them for the rest of the day. we take them off, go barefoot or wear socks. and we go about with our lives. 

think about it: one day someone decided to put some burlap under their feet. because with all the creatures and objects inhabiting the ground it would be the safe thing to do. and so it catches on, like a contagious spread of disease a fever sweeps the earth and soon everyone's wearing shoes. if not wearing them, they've heard about it. 

i quite like to travel. explore new places, discover different cultures, and try the local mcdonald's just to see if it tastes the same, because i can, and i'm just checking for the safety of starving tourists. london, paris, moscow, tokyo, toronto, auckland, los angeles even. we long for this. it is fernweh; wanderlust. 

have you ever been someplace you didn't want to forget. where you stopped, took a deep breath, and took a few minutes to say remember this moment. remember what you saw, what you did, what you ate. what you wore. shoes. what shoes did i wear? take a moment to remember your shoes. whether they're old and falling apart, whether they're brand new and are just being broken in. oxfords, penny loafers, tennis shoes, stilettos, even. take a few seconds to document them. where have i been in these? the U.S. Capital, the beach. my grandparent's backyard. 


take a picture of your feet. where are you now? what are you doing? i'm eating cinnamon rolls with nana, in my toms. oh, sweetheart, she says, sitting in her favorite chair. oh the places you'll go. dancing and eating and drinking and sightseeing, all in those shoes. 

so today, my house smells like cinnamon rolls and sausage. funny, because the former hasn't even been made. my sister claims she has a blog called cupcake dictionary and my mom wants to know how old leonardo dicaprio is. 38, mommy. i'm sitting at my desk with a orchestral score in front of my face and my day is currently stellar. scathingly brilliant if you will. my pajamas are blue and i'm wearing fuzzy socks that my best friend gave me for my birthday. 


hey, who said you can't travel in socks? frodo did it barefoot. honestly, i don't think it matters. because oh the places you'll go. just be sure to send me a postcard. 
-kiss kiss kiss, hug a porcupine-
{pee ess: there's a poll on the sidebar. vote.}
{pee pee ess: who's on Thanksgiving break yet? i envy you.}
{pee pee pee ess: ask not what you can do for your country. ask what's for lunch. [orson welles]}

quite thankful

quite thankful for:

brownies + ice cream + watching the biggest loser with mommy

little sister asking how to wear a wedding veil

oversized sunglasses

fresh pineapple

dempsey, my stuffed dog

notebooks
waffles + sausage + warm syrup + orange juice for breakfast
tea
this person, this person, and this person
mint blue skies
the word "tweet"
Christmas trees at the grocery store
Thanksgiving menu planning
grandma sugar {arriving today at 3pm}
pillow pets
movie soundtracks {this one and this one}
this song, and this song
ted dekker
the color yellow
new story ideas
impromptu karaoke sessions
the word "fernweh"
leading a simple life
talking to God in the dark
moonlight
audrey
pajama pants
turkey sandwiches
the word "amen"
you.

originally hannah, adapted by me.
have a lovely day, beautifuls. seriously. you're all so gorgeous that i don't know what to do. amen.
-kiss kiss kiss, hug a curtain rod-
{pee ess: i redid my faq page. lookit. 

just a good day {semi-weekly le happy}

blog designing

bluebell ice cream

mumford & suns

the big bang theory

music composition

ruche's winter lookbook

falling leaves

julia {<-- amazing}

tumblring

tea

thunder

lightning

rain

the possibility of no swim practice

brownies
barefoot contessa
italics
bold italics
johnny depp
cupcakes
johnny depp + cupcakes
amen


-kiss kiss kiss, hug a curtain rod-
{pee ess: i just redesigned cindi's blog. look.}
{pee pee ess: this is an impromptu link up, i suppose. if you're doing this post, send me the link! i love to see what makes you le happy.}

the tea drinker

i like to think of tea as my companion. i suppose you could say we're best friends, because no matter what i do, tea has somehow found a way to be a part of that. on my trips to the grocery store with mommy, i can so easily find myself entangled in the many brands and flavors of leaves and flowers, that i won't hear mom leaving the aisle and heading for the checkout line. i snag a few boxes and run to catch up to her, excited in my new finds.

for me, tea is something that can be enjoyed in all seasons. a cup as you watch the leaves grow on the trees in spring. a glass with lemon and a few cubes of ice in the summertime, to escape the heat; but no matter how humid the weather, i enjoy my tea hot. a mug as you watch the leaves turn into auburn and burgundy and then flutter to the ground in autumn. a thermos full at dawn, catching the first glimpse of the winter frost.

the way the vapors fill your nostrils. the tingling of your tastebuds as you put a spoonful into your mouth, not caring if it scorches, and then you continue to drink the whole cup full in one gulp. whether you like it plain, with a cube or two of sugar, or even honey. a cinnamon stick for flair. a breakfast biscuit on the side?

it is something that helps me wind down before bedtime.
that soothes a sore throat.
that starts a good conversation.
that can tag along for any stroll, any photoshoot, any observation on the porch.
that can top off any meal, any dessert.

for me, tea creates memories. it is brewed with love, and downed with satisfaction. it plays mate to anything it is accompanied by. cake, cookies, even ice cream for that matter. 


the first words that leave mommy's mouth when i walk in the door from swim practice, or extra-curricular activities, are jocelyn, can you make some tea?
absolutely. i was, am, and forever more, the tea drinker. 
always.


-kiss kiss kiss, hug a pot of jellybeans-
{pee ess: this post. go read. now.}
{pee ess: i was nominated for blog of the week on tumblr by pinkroseus. so, if you guys could go to her blog and vote for me? onabedoflace. thank you, beautifuls}

short and sweet

hey, you guys. 

so, today i have a swim meet downtown, hence the rather short post here. i'm swimming the 100 free and the 50 free, and it's rather ironic that after months of training i'm only going to have been in the pool for 1min, 20sec. that count, if you know what i mean. 

so, i ask that y'all keep me in your prayers, so that i will survive to post on monday. :P just kidding. 

happy saturday, cupcake eaters :)

{EDIT:} i did pretty good..i suppose, and i have a lot of time to fix my mistakes. by ellie's request, my times were 1:00.49 for the 100 free {or something like that} and like a 27-something on the 50. that was bad. goshbubbles. so now i'm trying to convince my dad that the aggie game doesn't matter because chocolate-chip cookie dough ice cream is waiting to be bought just for me. because God made man so that man could invent chocolate-chip cookie dough ice cream. fact. 
also, my sister just saw an earthquake cloud. yes, an earthquake cloud. 
also, i cut the inside of my mouth. note to self: invent mouth bandaids. 
also, i think that pineapples taste good. thank you God for pineapples. amen. 
okay, i'm done now. 
{END OF EDIT} <-- this is kind of awkward...

-kiss kiss kiss, hug a bubble-

incandescently, jocelyn.

 dear uncle Q and aunt mary, oh how i miss you and your loveliest state of california. also, happy birthday.

note to self: repaint toenails. 
dear hashbrowns, you taste good. i want more of you.

dear Christmas music, my you put me in a dancy mood.

dear calico, you're pretty. i think i might put you on my wall.

dear audrey, you are just plain old wonderful.
dear special, at 11:11, i wished for you. please come true for me.
dear me, don't forget to empty the dishwasher.
dear texas, your weather is bi-polar, but at the moment, i'm not complaining.
dear followers, 247? aww, gee whiz. you guys are nice.
dear yesterday, i think it's legit that you were national vanilla cupcake day.
dear soldiers, y'all are beast. amen.
dear t.c., preston, and ryan, what are you talking about? i am amazing!
dear edward scissorhands, i am your not-so-secret admirer. can i give you a hug?
dear Joy, you disco better than me.
dear crunchy leaves, you make my day.

and to all of you in one big unison:
incandescently, jocelyn.
or: sincerely, me.
whatever tickles your peach.

-kiss kiss kiss, hug legolas's hair-
post credit goes to carlotta. 

flawed

i think we're obsessed with looking in the mirror. like we're almost infatuated by the ideas of beauty created by the top forms of society, and when we see ourselves, we realize:

we're not it. we can so easily find a part of us that is not satisfactory. the size of our nose. the shape of our eyes. our body form. whether tall or short, big or small, we can find something about us that we don't like. and we won't rest until it's fixed. 

even if that means eating less, exercising more, because we don't matter, it's our bodies that need all the attention. by everyone. we have to find ourselves worthy. and so does everyone else. 

but can we not see that there is so much more than what we see on the outside? 

He loves us, oh how he loves us, oh how he loves us, oh how he loves. whether we see ourselves as too fat, because we never see ourselves as too skinny, or whether we see ourselves as too short or too tall. we our hair is too curly or too straight. He loves us the way we are. He made us like this. 

but we choose not to accept it. 

we want to be the kim kardashians, the heidi montags, the ones with the barbie doll bodies. we want to be anyone. we just don't want to be ourselves. we're constantly jealous. staring ourselves down in the mirror with a sad sneer, cursing at ourselves. why don't you just lie down in a ditch and die? you're so ugly. look at that nose. of course he's not going to love you. constantly fixing our hair. is there something on my shirt? my makeup looks horrible today. look at those eyelashes. so perfect. she doesn't even have to touch them up. she's naturally like that. and i'm not. 

we don't see that God loves us just the way we are. oh my daughter, can't you see that i think you're beautiful? come running into my arms, because i want to embrace you. i want everyone to see your beauty. but most of all, i want you to see your beauty. i sent my Son to die on the cross for you. how could you not think you're special? 

he became flawed, so we could be flawless. 
he took our scars and our zits so that we could be blemish free. but we can be so dense as to not see that? who are we? what have we become? a viper who wants nothing else but to be noticed, and we plaster on the concealer so that we don't have to see our impurities. but can't you see that God is the cleanser? He is the one who washed that away. 

when someone tells me i'm beautiful i respond and say "yes i am, thank you." you may think it sounds conceited. but i refuse to think of myself as ugly. i am beautiful in Him, and others can see it so that way they will believe they are beautiful as well. i have many friends. every time i see them i say "you look gorgeous". they roll their eyes and say "well, i don't think i'm gorgeous." but they don't realize that i mean it. do we not see that we are perfect? that we are precious? 

apparently not. but just because we can't see it, doesn't mean we aren't. 

quotes from your own

your own being me. 

one of these days, when my mom is in a really good mood, i'm going to go notebook shopping. i've brought up the subject before, but every time i do, she says "what do you think is sitting over there in your school area? possums? because you can't do algebra on possums." but i explained to her that i wanted special notebooks. ones with tea cups on them. audrey hepburn. floral patterns and eiffel towers. to set them apart from the others. also, the plural of possum is possi. {iCarly, ya'll}

anywho, the reason i want to go notebook shopping, is because i want to write in it. i mean, some people want to draw in their notebooks, so it can be that obvious can it? just roll with it. like abbey has a blogbook, i want a quotebook. i'm sure i'm not the only person who's thought of this. but instead of them being quotes from various authors, or actors and actresses; various famous people, i suppose, i want them to be quotes from me. after all, last time i checked, there wasn't a law that said normal people couldn't make up there own quotes. 

exactly. so, why not? today i'm going to treat you all to some of the quotes i've made in my lifetime. these are...heirlooms i suppose. of things that my children are going to find when they're in the "all things from the stone age" phase, and their children, and their children. so, Geronimo. 

"one day i want a man like mr. darcy. solemn, yet opinionated. quiet, but passionate. and you can see his heart's desire through his eyes." 

"there's something about a good book. the way it feels in your hands. the tingle of excitement when you turn the pages. time after time you tell yourself 'just one more chapter, then i'll go to sleep'. and then, two hours later, with nothing but your flash light, you realize that 'just one more chapter' was the rest of the book. and you close it with satisfaction, but then have the desire to read it again."

"all you'll ever need in life is a camera, a notebook, and a pair of sunglasses. the camera to capture every memory you've made. the notebook to write down everything you've learned. and the sunglasses to look cool while doing it." 

"we always want what we can't have, because what we can have, isn't good enough."

"cake, to me, is a reminder that there is still joy and love in the world. moist and tender on the inside, with a sweet sensation that brings a smile on top. whether it be in a circle, a square, a rectangle, or even a parallelogram. it's all lovely and happy. but, to me, the best part of it is, it can be made in cup form."

and personally, the one about the sunglasses is my favorite. also, i may not have made this quote up, but it's just too hilarious to resist: 
"seize the moment. remember all those women on the Titanic who waved off the dessert cart."
life is uncertain. so just eat dessert first. also, amateurs built the ark, and professionals built the titanic. also, i had an awkward deja vu moment in my dream last night. just thought i'd put that out there. also:

i think i'm obsessed with these things. awesome :)
-kiss kiss kiss, hug jack sparrow-
{pee ess: sponsoring. i want to do a real live giveaway soon. help.}