it's going to be a good day.

today is one of those days where the sun can't decide whether to shine or to hide behind blueish-gray clouds. it's not necessarily a busy day, but it's not a lazy day either. for these sort of days? i have a special routine.  

shirt: target // overalls: vintage // shoes: dsw // perfume: born wild by ed hardy // hairclip: vintage

document what you're wearing. i'm making a scrapbook full of various outfits to prove to my children that i didn't dress like a 1980's dork as a teenager. today it's just overalls {which can be very productive} and some flats that i've been wearing for years. it's comfortable, and my sister thinks it's cute, so we're making progress. 

set aside some extra time to read. i love reading, and i love finding new material. i'm currently going through kinfolk, vol. ii again and the same magic i felt from reading it the first time is still there. also, journal a bit. take in the sights that you see. another thing your children can look at. 

 

eat something you don't usually eat. we always have yogurt in our fridge, but i don't eat it that much. we happen to have some berries as well, so i made a yogurt parfait, with grapes and pineapple and peaches, because i want to be in the caribbean right now {with captain jack sparrow, if you want to get into specifics}.

take something you normally take for granted and make it beautiful. i have these three photos that hang in my room. i remember buying them a few years ago, and the fun mommy and i had getting lost in the big maze. after they were hung, i didn't pay much attention to them, and they just faded into the background. but now that i think about it, these are some of my most favorite things.

make a happy playlist. need i say more?

and last but not least? blog about it. and inspire your readers to do it, too. 

what do you like to do on days like this?

-kiss kiss kiss, hug penny candy-

{pea ess: anyone else notice i didn't write in center format today?}

{pea pea ess: as inspired by this post.}

a cup full of cake.

hi, my name is jocelyn and i like making people's mouths water by spamming them with cupcake photos.

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they say the way to make a craving go away is to eat it away. actually, that's what i say. but anyway, you're welcome.

-kiss kiss kiss, haymitch approves-

march the twenty-eighth, nineteen ninety-two.

today. twenty years ago. my mom donned her lace and puffed sleeves and my dad tied his bow tie and tucked in his shirt and they said i do. but most importantly, they didn't save me any cake. but i wasn't born. so i guess i don't have much control over that.

ever since i knew what a wedding was, i wanted to have one. i didn't really know anything about love, but i knew that God was going to pick the guy out and we were going to walk down the aisle and kiss {then gross}, and dance to cinderella music and eat cake. i remember watching my parent's old wedding vhs and thinking, i want one of those. why wasn't i there? i want my own wedding.

i remember mommy and daddy kissing all the time. it was gross, and it pretty much still is. i'd run between them and push them apart and then they'd kiss me. which was better. i remember them renewing their vows just so i would get some cake. that was fun, because i got to be the flower girl mommy never had. and the cake was delicious.

now, it's been twenty years. when the bluebonnets start to come out, it's the sign that one more year is almost here. i've been here for fifteen of those, and joy's been here for six. i'm pretty glad my parents got married, because if they hadn't, i wouldn't be here. oh right, joy wouldn't be here too. but anyway.

{photo and design by gracie, who's beastly.}

happy anniversary, parentses! you guys are really getting up there. i kid, i kid. 

-kiss kiss kiss, hug wedding bells-

just little things {121-141}

121. realizing you're daydreaming.

122. waking up to the sun.

123. writing in a straight line with your eyes closed. 

124. trying something new and instantly perfecting it. 

125. quoting your favorite movie line and seeing a complete stranger join in. 

126. wearing a new outfit for the first time. 

127. finding a new favorite food. 

128. impressing him. 

129. planning your future wedding. 

130. reading//rereading a good book. 

131. smiling and seeing dimples. 

132. picking up the phone on the first ring. 

133. handwritten notes.

134. taking that perfect picture. 

135. when your mom makes your favorite meal.

136. finishing school early for the day. 

137. when you get 100%. 

138. a warm day and a cool night. 

139. getting that perfect idea. 

140. realizing your photography isn't half bad. 

141. the one thing about him that he hates, but you adore.

i was going post about camp, but this sort of seemed fitting. i have this sort-of-new obsession with overhead photography. tomorrow is my parent's 20th anniversary. dang, are they old. i just took my first homeschool formal dance class - boy-howdy was it awkward - and i finished a library book and i'm almost done with the one above. i may or not be in hiddleshock and hunger games-shock, and i just found out i'm going to be an assistant defense attorney for teen court. you should pray.

also, you guys, i really, really want tom hiddleston to tell me a story. i think my life is updated. 

-kiss kiss kiss, that is mahogany-

{pea ess: gotta love effie.}

where all is postponed because i saw the hunger games.

yesterday. i had just gotten back from camp, and on the ride home the idea came into my head. let's go see the hunger games today. it was sunday, and there was nothing else to do, so, why not? but i couldn't see it alone. so, i had to find someone to come with me. so, miranda did. and even though she saw it already, i'm glad she did.

dear katniss/jennifer,
katniss: you got them, girl on fire. your loyalty and love towards prim broke my heart. jennifer: your acting is superb. i'm waiting for that oscar.
love,
fandomed.

dear peeta/josh,
peeta: you are so strong. so serene. and when i saw you i pretty much forgot to breathe. josh: ditto. there better be an oscar for you, too.
love,
in-love.

dear gale/liam,
gale: so, you weren't half bad. but man, it sucks to be you. liam: i almost wish there was more of you in the movie, just to signify the bond between gale and katniss. but i still love peeta/josh more. sorry.
love,
can't love you.

dear prim,
you've got buttercup, you know. i love you.
love,
girl who admires your eyes.

dear buttercup,
gah. you are just so cute.
love,
seriously.

dear effie,
that. is. mahogany. you are adorable.
love,
manners.

dear seneca,
that beard is beast. and i hate beards. so you're is good.
love,
i almost wish i had one.

dear cinna,
rocking the gold eye shadow! love it.
love,
you-beastly-you.

dear president snow,
i swear, you're scarier than voldemort, gollum, the white witch, and any other villain from any other movie the world has ever seen. i want you dead.
love,
no-love.

dear cato,
you are such a sadistic maniac. weirdo.
love,
glad you finally died.

dear rue,
when you died, i died. why? atleast you're safe and sound.
love,
four notes and a mockingjay

basically: dear entire cast + crew,
you guys are my new favorite and there better be oscars for you all. i loved it so much and i'm going again. by the way, soundtrack? spectacular.
love,
mind-blown.

all of you, and i mean all of you, must see it. and when you do, you won't be able to wait for november 2013.

-kiss kiss kiss, tomorrow will be kinder-
{pea ess: your regularly scheduled blogging will continue as planned tomorrow. just had to fangirl.}
{pea pea ess: post idea credit, here.}

t-g-i-f.

because no one took be with them like i asked them to, i laid in bed like a lame person and at 12am i said "happy 74th annual hunger games. may the odds be ever in your favor." and i pretended not to be jealous until i fell asleep. meanies. but i love you guys. to the point, i'm interning at camp this weekend, and leaving at 9am. which means i'll be gone until sunday, for those that are slow. sillies. but i love you guys. so, before i leave i'm going to leave you with a list of f-words that i want you to ponder upon.

f is for: fez.
f is for: friday.
f is for: i can't believe you freaking left me at home to be lame while you were totally unlame at the midnight premiere of the hunger games.
f is for: fumble.
f is for: fail.
f is for: don't have too much fun without me when i'm gone, otherwise i'll make darth vader faces at everyone.
c is for: cupcake.
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g is for: goodbye, edward scissorhands style. 
i is for: i'll miss you! 
and n is for: not too much. i kid, i kid.

-kiss kiss kiss, finnick finnick finnick-

spring again.

march 20th, 2012.

cardigan: forever21 // tank top: {not shown} target // skinny jeans: target // shoes: b.o.c from dsw // glasses: 3d w/out lenses // hairclip: gift from a friend

the sun woke up after days of gray,

and its light bounced off my yellow walls

i woke up to hues of bright yellow and vivid green,

and the winter went to sleep 

and it was spring again.

-kiss kiss kiss, big big big day!-

{pea ess: gotta love effie.}

a short film in which i silently rant about not living in california.

you can see why i want to live there, right?

also, a short account of the past week:

 {wednesday} grandma's in austin // went out to lunch // slammed pinky in the car door and almost broke it // church.  {thursday} school // formal gown shopping with grandma, mommy, and joy {got it from neiman marcus!} // dinner at grandma's // square dancing lessons with the whole family.  {friday} school // more shopping with grandma, mommy, and joy // dinner + dessert at grandma's.  {saturday} field trip to tv studio with mommy and joy // volunteer session at america's got talent with friends.  {sunday} church // lunch with grandma // volunteer session at america's got talent with mommy and friends.  {monday} school // more shopping with mommy and grandma // teen court.  {tuesday} school // reading kinfolk // dessert at grandma's.  {today} school // piano lessons // running and photo taking // late lunch // church // reading + journaling.

 -kiss kiss kiss, hug washi-
{pea ess: 17hrs until the hunger games.}

it's mondays like yesterday that i don't mind.

it was perfect. simply perfect. i don't think that i can stop smiling. for the past few days, i've been sort of busy. formal gown shopping and shoe shopping and all-around shopping in general, church, america's got talent, academics, almost breaking my pinky finger {i'm okay, it's' not broken}, and more shopping. but yesterday, i think all of these things paid off. and i have concluded that i just can't stop smiling.

i think it started when i realized that the little green buds on our maple tree were almost full grown, and overflowing on the branches. i had a big breakfast of eggs, bacon, and potatoes, and a tall glass of orange juice. academics went by quickly, and grandma arrived to take mommy and i shopping. before we left, this happened:

i ran around the house swooning for about twenty minutes.

we left for the stores, returning with a champagne pair of shoes, two new dresses, makeup, and by request, we stopped by anthropologie on the way out. i nearly cried, it's so beautiful in their, and it smells like flowers and woodsy picnics. you'll never guess what i walked out with, and i'm reading it now:

there was pizza for dinner, peach cobbler and vanilla ice cream for dessert, and a few hours spent at grandma's house afterwards. it's mondays like yesterday that i don't mind. happy spring, all.

-kiss kiss kiss, hug sprinkles-
{pea ess: three days until the hunger games. i die. i die.}

another britishly.

before i start, i'd like to point out that i've been putting alot more periods at the end of my post titles. that's it. 

so, we're at the long center for the second day of america's got talent, last showing. it's mommy, two friends and i, and we're on the ground level near the volunteer lounge, waiting to be assigned. and we see this really tall person walk out of the elevator, with really curly/frizzy black hair. and then we see someone considerably shorter than him, with fiery red hair, and then we see an average height person, with no hair.

that's right. sharon osbourne, howie mandel, and the new judge: howard stern. and i met all of them. hello's from all three, smiles from sharon and howie, and a fist bump from howie, because howie hates germs. but that's besides the point. 

the point is, after the judges went to wherever they went, i heard someone speak, and when he spoke, he didn't sound American. so i asked him where he was from. and he said London. and i freaked out.

remember this post? that sort of thing happened today. he said that i should eat pizza in naples, italy, try to find french fries in france, and have sunday roast and yorkshire pudding and spotted dick {i promise it's food, and i promise it's British. google it with dessert} and cadbury chocolate and black pudding, which i don't think i'm going to have any of. 

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i have found my advocate for traveling the world. he even demanded that mommy should get me a passport! i see alot of baking/eating/traveling in my future. and British people? they know how to sport some mean oxfords.

america's got talent? oh yeah. it was amazing. you won't be able to contain yourself in may.
-kiss kiss kiss, eric & olivia-

{pea ess: listen to the above. fall in love. also, i can draw a perfect nose.}

{pea ess: five days until the hunger games.}

because i can't think of anything else to say,

twelve stops while shopping. 

eleven oreo cookies. 

ten gulps of orange soda pop. 

nine found puzzle pieces. 

eight sweet bread rolls. 

seven items from hobby lobby. 

six wooden figures. 

five golden raisins. 

four simultaneous conversations.

three extra-large scoops of rainbow sorbet. 

two gourmet cupcakes.

and one week 'till the hunger games. 

{and alot of food.}

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thank God it's... fez. and friday.

-kiss kiss kiss, wes bentley's beard-

{pea ess: sing the post to the tune of "twelve days of Christmas". hint. hint.}

bad teenager.

the adults all stray from it. talking about the teenage years. and when they do talk about teenagers, they always have something negative to say. some of the time they're wrong, and some of the time i just don't have the heart to blame them. in their day, being a teenager was all different. but why close themselves off from the rest of the younger generation? what happened that was so bad?

yesterday was one of those days... started out fine, but didn't end fine. when it happened, i was shaking. shaking so hard that my face turned hot and i thought i was going to burst into flames. i don't want to get into what happened, but let's just say i screwed things up again. and i might have lost a very good friend.

all the best and worst things seem to happen during the teenage years. when the good happens, there's a rush of triumph, and everyone know who you are and how great you are, and you relive that moment because you don't want it to go away. but the bad? when the bad happens, you want to sink into the ground and disappear; find a way to escape the scowling faces that were all turned on you. you try and forget, but you keep reliving it. and it doesn't make it any better. it just hurts more.

have you ever noticed time rushes past you as a child, then screeches to a halt when you're in that transition called being a teenager? have you ever felt it? still feel it? it's happening to me. going by so slowly and i want it to stop. like i'm living in slow motion, and when bad things happen, it just seems to go even slower.

i'm amazed at myself. i'm only fifteen and yet i've messed up so many times. i talked to God about it, and He forgives me, and i'm ready to get back up again. i think i was going to do a wordless wednesday cupcake post, but obviously i didn't, so here's a pretty cupcake for you dearies:

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if you've gotten this far, thanks. if not, then thanks to you, too.

-kiss kiss kiss, hug the mad hatter-

{pea ess: i'm now excepting a few more sponsors. anyone interested?}
{pea pea ess: guest posted here yesterday. take a look?}

moments with mommy, v.ii

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 -outside {during the golden hour} leaving for volleyball-

joy: -points at me- you! 

me: -points at joy- you!

me + joy: -secret handshake- {because secret handshakes are beastly}

mommy: you two are just weird. 

me: mother! you're not supposed to say that! you don't let us say things like that to each other, so you can't say it to us.

mommy: um, quite the contrary. i'm mother, and i can say you two are weird and loud and whatever else. speaking of which, you two are especially loud. 

me + joy: -yells- that's her fault! 

mommy: and my point is proved.

the morning started quiet, but knowing my mom and sister, it's obviously not going to stay that way. i haven't exactly eaten breakfast, so for now it's orange flavored kool-aid and tom hiddleston to keep me otherwise occupied. i find chris evans to be adorable, and i promise you, a real post will come soon. inspiration-darling is on spring break with everyone else. goshbubbles.

-kiss kiss kiss, hug febreeze-

new plan.

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i watch as mommy leaves the room with an extra 75-pounds of little sister waddling on behind, hiding under a blanket. right now, we should be seeing what there is to see at the rodeo, however, rain and storms and 43º weather is holding us back. or shall i say, holding mommy back.

i'm not feeling particularly upset right now, because i'm listening to tom hiddleston's purring voice, and tonight i may or may not get the chance to meet quincy jones the iii. also, more sxsw tonight, except it's film. new plan? i think yes.

+favorite posts from the week: flour in your face // a letter to green // untitled // when spring awakens // hiddleshock and miscellany
+listening to: such stuff that dreams are made of // you belong to me // i know you won't
+reading: looking for alaska // an abundance of katherines // how to save a life // persuasion
+watched: jane eyre // thor
crafting: wannabe crafting.
random cat:
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did i mention there are three cats on my porch at the moment? belle is shivering, she's so cold. poor baby. also, i'm in a current state of hiddleshock.

-kiss kiss kiss, kill miss piggy- {only nova will understand}
{pea ess: idea credit: here.

le happy // south by southwestian edition

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zebra hot cocoa

texan barbecue
blogger lounge
hiddles dancing

impromptu fanfiction

beethoven's pathetique sonata

iPad iii

SXSWedu

chick-fil-a

mountain dew

green tea

pearl hairclips

cranberry orange scones

pistachio biscottis

meeting new bloggers

new notebooks

purring voices {<< hiddles}

symphonies

newfound obsessions

thunderstorms

the royal wave

black bows

currently? i'm in the SXSWedu blogger lounge in which i'm being treated like a celebrity, which is ever-lovely-happy. i'm trying to get my music composition homework done before my composition class at 2, and i need food in my tummy otherwise i'll die. i just realized i say "potty" more than anything else. so does mommy. awkward.

-kiss kiss kiss, hug orange bloods-

i don't know why i say goodbye // i say hello

or alternately titled: signs of spring.

the sun is coming up earlier, igniting my yellow bedroom walls with flares and flashes of light. it sets later, and as it does the sky turns into a cascade of pinks and blues and oranges and purples, melting together with the perfect hue. the days seem longer even though they hold the exact same number of hours and minutes as usual. i hate to say goodbye to winter, but i think it's about time to say hello to spring.

so, maybe for some of you spring is teasing your senses. 70º one day and 26º the next? i know texas weather is outrageous but for some of you it's over the top. i know you've had it with the snow and you're about ready to have a short sleeved, sandaled picnic in a field. even though spring is quite muggy for us texans, i think i'm ready for it, too. it's time for the new leaves to take their bloom. the rain drips off the blades of grass and the blossoms give off their sweet scent. time to look for a new wardrobe. accumulate some recipes. await the april showers that precede may flowers.

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{s i g n s of s p r i n g}
+impromptu picnic lunches at the park.
+hunger games premiere.
+budding leaves on trees.
+wearing summer pajamas.
+breaking out the shorts and sandals.
+conversations of growing gardens.
+sunday trips to farmer's markets.
+more natural lighting around the house.
+lighter, more airy colors. {pastels}
+birds chirping in the morning.
+fresh fruit breakfasts.
+looking at scrapbooks of old vacations.
+spring break.
+cheery blue skies.

i hate to say goodbye to winter, for reasons that mostly concern the temperature changes, but hello spring. nice to see you again.
what are some signs of spring that you've been observing lately?

-kiss kiss kiss, mockingjay-
{pea ess: you guys, i'm in a state of hiddleshock. it's all nova's fault.}
{pea pea ess: kony, you guys. stop him.}

in which i try to forget that i have a cold.

as i type and as you do whatever it is you do at 11:46am now 1:29pm, i'm sitting in a hotel waiting for my mom to pick me up for the next panel to begin. if you must know, i'm at south by southwest edu. if you don't know what that is, google it. and if you don't know how to use google, i suggest you google that too.

sitting here waiting for mommy for the next panel wouldn't be half bad if it weren't for the fact that i may or may not have a slight cold. i spent the last hour and change in a conference {very good conference, i might add} trying not to sneeze and trying to conjure up some form of kleenex for my aching nose. fortunately i did not sneeze, and now that i'm out in the open where i don't have to speak in a hushed voice i'm doing alright. besides, who am i to complain since i'm sitting near starbucks!

as i type this sentence i realize that i don't know what else to say so i will leave you with a photo and some internal dialogue.
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magical, no? current internal dialogue is as follows ::
evil: money was made to be spent on starbucks. go get some hot chocolate or tea! 
good: but i don't want to, because i don't want to spend my money right now. 
evil: but it'll make you look uber-sophisticated! and it'll make your nose feel better. 
good: okay, so, you're right. i should go get some starbucks. maybe a scone, too. 
evil: yes, yes! 
good: you sound like gollum.
evil: sigh. when at south by southwest? do as the southwestians. get starbucks. 

right. i think i'll get some starbucks later on. because quite frankly, what screams "sophisticated" more than brown oxfords, a macbook pro, and starbucks? my point has been prove. also, there's a grand piano next to me. i think i'm in love.

-kiss kiss kiss, hug carpet bag-
{pea ess: writing a letter to my older self. i'll post it soon.}
{pea pea ess: evil side won. i'm drinking zebra hot cocoa with loads of whipped cream.}

just little things {95-120}

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095. when the phone rings and it's for you.

096. realizing you're lost in ikea.

097. absentmindedly drawing designs on your hand/arms/legs.

098. always getting the green light.

099. string-bound books.

100. one hundred of these littles.

101. finally finding that thing you were looking for.

102. sitting on the porch and doodling all your thoughts.

103. when you stop typing and the blinker keeps on blinking.

104. finding something you liked out of something you hated.

105. putting your favorite songs into your 'happy' playlist.
106. getting a new wristband.
107. when the leaves begin to grow again.
108. in the end when tom goes from summer to autumn.
109. smiling over the phone.
110. when you think you lost something but you really didn't.
111. writing letters to yourself for when you're older.
112. going through your grandma's old dresser-drawers.
113. quiet time.
114. finishing something right before the microwave goes off.
115. when the trains pass you by.
116. when someone picks up on one of your old sayings.
117. the way certain people walk.
118. realizing your lifelong friend loves the same things you love.
119. opening up a new composition notebook.
120. browsing your grandad's record collection.

because i have the best friends in the world who adore the same things that i do, i'm getting something i've wanted for a long time in a few weeks. it's not a camera, so far. i'm not going to say anything so i can kill you all with suspense, though not literally. the past few days have been ever-lovely and last night i relaxed with a pot of french vanilla tea and blueberry muffin cake.

however, this morning i have a sore throat, but not to fear! i have more tea and lots of classical music. right now? i'm procrastination/waiting for someone to email me. coughcoughnovacough.
did i mention i love you guys? 345 followers? holy beatboxing.

-kiss kiss kiss, find alaska-

oh, right, it's march.

i may or may not have forgotten about this. i can just hear you guys gawking at me. but i made a pretty sign for it, right?

also, i hear you want to know how i'd like to be proposed to. you asked, i didn't {<< i lie}.

he says,  you love me. real or not real?

and i say, real. 

then he says, you'll marry me. real or not real? 

and i tell him, real. {putting alot of emphasis on the bold and italics}

-kiss kiss kiss, hug milo-

i'm coming out {nine} real or not real?

{one} {two} {three} {four} {five} {six} {seven} {eight}
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i've been playing real or not real with myself lately. you love cupcakes. real or not real? and i tell myself, real.  you think algebra ii is the solution to all things. real or not real? and i mentally scream, not real. you love will. real or not real? and i can't give an answer. you love josh. real or not real? and i can't give an answer. and i ask myself if i love tim tebow, and i can just as easily say real. 

that's one of the things that sucks about crushes. every girl i know likes a guy because of their looks, and when they find someone else who's better looking, they drop the previous guy. why? because they claim they never really had feelings for them. oh really? no way. i don't want to be like that, but recently, i finally realized i've been doing it all my life. oh sure he's attractive, but him, oh, he's just hot and that's all there is to it.

but i haven't done this with tim. i mean, sure, he's attractive, but i don't like him for his looks. i like him because of his commitment to God, and nothing else, really. i can't have feelings for tim, not that way, but for every other guy? i can have any feeling that i please. why? because it's just a typical guy with good looks and great acting skills. but there's nothing that stands out. he doesn't really set himself apart from the others.

i don't mean to make this into another "all about tim tebow" post, but he's really helping me make my point. i'm liking boys for all the wrong reasons. only now have i understood what the word "crush" means: 

a brief but intense infatuation for someone. note the second word. brief. a crush isn't what gets you married and living happily ever after. and i eventually want that to happen to me someday. but gallivanting off from one boy to the next is not going to bring you absolute happiness. and if it does, i stand corrected.

i think ellie put it beautifully: I’ve also realized that ‘having a crush’ isn’t really the right term, in my opinion. Because, when we hear that, we think ‘Oh, she thinks he’s cute, she want’s to hang out with him.’ But when I say I have a crush on someone, that’s not what I’d want my friends to read it as. I’m not that girl who thinks boys are cute and therefore flirts away with no real interest in them at all. I’m that girl to whom ‘having a crush’ means discovering you trust that boy more than anyone else, and that you love talking to him, and you want to get to know him better. I’m that girl who doesn’t like boys to be ‘in a relationship’, but who likes guys in the hopes of someday finding a permanent relationship someday.

this was the way it was with eli. this is the way it should be with every guy. i shouldn't be playing real or not real with myself when i know perfectly well that the answer is going to be not real. and quite honestly, i shouldn't even be playing this game with anyone but my husband, and for him i know the answer is already real. i can still like boys, of course. but i have to look at the bigger picture.

so, let's redefine a crush, shall we?
-kiss kiss kiss, hug peeta bread-
{pea ess: here's ellie's full post. i think you need to read it. in fact, just bookmark it! it's that good.}

{pea pea ess: while i'm in this real or not real mood, would you like me to tell you how i'd like to be proposed to later on? i think you'd like it...}

cupcakes! at the oscars.

imagine this: the oscars. a crowd is gathered in front of the tele, pulling for their favorites to win. whether they win or not, the anticipation is exhilarating. and all the while, they have cupcakes in their hand. but not just cupcakes, oscar cupcakes. 

i know, right?

but the sad thing is, they aren't mine. remember that said celebrity aunt in yesterday's post? she just may or may not live in california, and she just may or may not have hosted at oscar party, complete with beastly cupcakes that make me hungry/jealous. and did i mention hipster friends? i may or may not have invited myself over. however, i didn't get to go. this time. so, i sufficed by throwing my hand into the laptop screen and devouring all the cupcakes that have to do with the help. and no, they were not all vanilla. so yes, that means that some were chocolate. wink if you get it.

my oscar party, you ask? my party consisted of pie {wink, wink}, excruciatingly loud voices, frequent stops to the internet movie database, whooping and hollering in happiness, booing in upset-ness and list-making {which should be one word}. the highlight of that night? octavia spencer's win. the lowlight of that night? running out of pie.

until my oscar parties consist of beastly cupcakes and californian hipster friends, i can deal with this.

which cupcake is your favorite?

-kiss kiss kiss, hug figaro-