Bieber Fever.

Good God.

Why me? T-T

Yes, the terrible illness is upon me. I swore I'd never admit to it, but I have. I'm am indeed infected with Bieber fever. He's not that bad, and yes, I do want to see his movie. But not in theaters, that's just embarassing x)

But, he's much more entertaining when me and Tessa start singing "Baby" screamo-style in my truck. Yeeeeeuh.

I had an awful morning full of arguing and confusion, needless to say, I was ready to get out of the house. I think we were all suffering from a little cabin fever. Since Tessa and I couldn't go swim until like 5:30, I spun my flag for like an hour after my family left my house. It felt incredibly nice outside today :)

Speaking of spinning, I'm making lots of progress on my UCA guard tryout routine. It's starting to come together. I am a happy,happy, girl.

I put some string around the band of Jake's ring so I can wear it on my hand now. :3 yesh.

Back to Bieber. Ugh. So I would usually say I have pretty good taste in music. Admitting I like Bieber and love Ke$ha makes me feel like that statement is dwarfed immensely. I still think I have good taste. I know what GOOD music is, and I realize that Ke$ha is hardly music at all, but she gets you moving, you know? I like GOOD music, and I like catchy tunes. there's a difference.

Keyword: MUSIC.

I know the difference, and I feel that people shouldn't judge me for liking Bieber, Gaga, or Ke$ha. They just know how to make money. I admire that, and loathe it at the same time. People like Chase Coy should be on the radio, but then again, not good driving music. He should be more famous than he is. I would love a station that played Modest Mouse, Freelance Whales, and just freakin' cool music all the time for sure, but I do appreciate 96.5 for their constant loop of mindless, pointless, catchy tunes when I feel like dancing.

Ramblerambleramble.

I have to go to school monday while most of my friends are going to allstate clinic. Eff.

BUT, I'm gonna get a surprise :D

I miss people. the Snow is such a drag.

SPEAKING OF DRAG.

I adore Lady Gaga's new single, "Born This Way". I'm pretty sure the melody's been written before, but it makes me think of scenes of Footloose and other cheesy 80's movies. Brava, Gaga.

Yeah, I'm also pretty sure I used that word wrong, but it rhymes, and I don't care.

This is my first year with a valentine

Snow Dayzz.

Since blogger is being a pain, listen to thiss.

I got all dressed up and took pictures in the snow today, finished up my first roll of 120 with the TLR today. I cannot wait to get it developed! xDD

I really need to get some stuff done, so I'll post again later, or just edit this one. idk. bbl, guyzzz.

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later.

I finished making Jake's valentine(s), and they are to be shipped through priority mail tomorrow! We've had a rough week. Mostly because we're both really busy, but eh. I'm sorry babe, I love you. You know that.

Since I said (to taylor) I'd do it, I'm gonna tell you all about the weird dream I had last night.

I was in a church, but I had my flag, and most of the girls from frontlines were there too. We were all in themiddle of spinning the routine for Cabot's fight song, and then this like british army/marching band comes parading into the chapel, whose floor had instantaneously turned into a floor where the pews used to be. As they came marching through we were looking for ways to avoid getting pushed into the water, as if it would kill us. I don't know why, but it was terriffying.

Goodness.

I am SOEXCITED. I'm probably going to Chelsea's tomorrow, for a get together with all my fellow senior friends :) Brownies and Nintendo. yes. :DD

Mabel Grace Linch

She is the most perfect thing I have ever seen.

Yesterday, I was staying at my grandmother's house because mom didn't want me home alone while they were at the hospital and it snowed. I had a really good time, and right before it was time to go to bed, I broke down crying. I didn't know why, but I was just sobbing. It was really hard to hide it from her, but I'm not really ashamed anymore.

Today we didn't have school (duh), so I got to stay at home all day with my parents and new baby sister. Honestly pretty much nothing happened, until about 30 minutes ago.

I had been holding Gracie for awhile, but she had decided to wake up then. She was just looking around, and even though I know she can't see much of anything yet, it intrigued me. I really looked at her, and realized she is the most perfect thing on this planet. And here we go again, it made me cry. Joyful tears, but I was still crying. I was just overcome with love for this infant. My baby sister. She's perfect.

She makes me never want to grow up. She makes me wish I was younger. She makes me believe in miracles.

Beautiful, perfect, child.

No Lies, Just Love

First of all,
Greenbay won. <----laaaame. Green and Yellow together is just atrocious, and what the heck does cheese have to do with football?

Second of all, I haven't watched Glee in months, and I did tonight. DARREN CRISS IS ON THE CAST OF GLEE?! WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME?! HE'S HARRY FREAKING POTTER! Also, the Dalton Warblers are the best group. mmhm. I thoroughly enjoyed their performance of "Bills, bills, bills" tonight. 'Twas seriously sweet.

Also, I've been putting together more playlists. I might start switching them on out the blog. The new ones are more or less organized by genre--so I'm sorry if I put up a genre you can't stand for awhile. Until I decide to start switching them out, here they are.

Let me know what you guys think ;)

My little sister is being born tomorrow, and this is how I'd like her to meet me:

"I hope that womb's not too warm,

Because it's cold out here,

and it will be quite a shock

to breathe this air,

to discover loss.

So I'd like to make some changes

before you arrive,

so when your new eyes meet mine,

they won't see no lies,

Just love.

Just love."

"No Lies, Just Love" By Bright Eyes in the playlist in the sidebar.

Welcome, Sister

Attention:

To the lady who referred to me as "K-mart blondie" at work today,

I'VE NEVER DYED MY HAIR.

Jealousy's the ugliest trait, honey. ;)

Oh, and to Billy, you're the best co-worker ever. Thanks for defending me.

If I were to dye my hair, It certainly wouldn't be some nappy k-mart hair dye, thankyouverymuchbiotch.

Here's my blog where I'm basically going to talk about how "conceited" I am. (lololol)

I know I'm not conventionally "hot".

But guess what?!

I am B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L.

Beautiful.
Yerp.

Just like everyone else.

Everyone is beautiful in some way.

I keep talking about how I want to throw (put-together, moreso) a "Miss Amazing" Pageant for Cabot (or the Central Arkansas Area).

I REALLY do. I need help though, if you guys would be interested in knowing more about it, please leave comments here or on my facebook link. I need your help. I'm always getting into trying to help people.

But honestly, I take way too many pictures of myself, sometimes I'm really cocky x)

But I guess I have a right to be?

crap.

x)

There's this song called "Pretty Girl Rock" (by Keri Hilson) that gets stuck in my head when I feel like I'm lookin' good.

Which is most of the time.

baha.

IS IT A CRIME TO KNOW YOU'RE ATTRACTIVE IN YOUR OWN WAY?

Why am I struggling with this?

Maybe because I don't want to come off as a jerk.

Oh well, h8ers gonna h8, mayne.

Here's my conclusion:
Some will call it conceit, I will call it confidence; Which just happens to be a thing most girls lack these days. (<---horrid grammar alert)

Now, onward to something besides talking about myself and my flaws in character.

I'm ready for the summer.

I'm ready for the sun, and swimsuits, and tans, and SHORTS, and no jackets, and awesome hair. (the weather really does affect my hair x) )

Gah. I'm sick of freezing when I go outside. Yes, I realize it is January.

I'm also ready to graduate. I'm sure I've said that many-a-time.

I have nothing left to say at the moment, I mean there's tons going on in my head, but I'm not sure how to air that publicly just yet.

Maybe I'll post later on tonight, maybe not.
You guys will hear about it at some point.

For now, this is all I've got.

If you love something, let it go. If it doesn't come back, it was never yours.

Cliches really turn out to be true sometimes.

No, Jake, this isn't about you, don't worry :)

"I hate" post.

I hate

being mad at you. both of you.
having a horrible day.
having to avoid people.
feeling like I failed when it wasn't my fault.
feeling like I over-reacted, when I didn't by my standards.
how I never say what really bothers me until it's too late.
11th grade American History homework.
not knowing what to do.
being helpless.
crying.
making you mad at me. both of you.
not being able to explain myself.
feeling mentally unstable. crazy. and I know I'm not.


Okay...now that that blah is over with, I had a pretty horrible day, to say the least, but now I think this may turn the post around.

I love

Jake Thomas (Happy Two Months, Babe).
Music.
God.
My little brother.
My friends.
Laughing at "stupid-funny" things.
Swimming.
Feeling healthier.
Laughing-Cow Cheese & Wheat Thins.
Doodling atomic dragons with Chelsea.
My family.
Not knowing what to do.
feeling crazy, in the good way.
Taking pictures.
Acting like a kid.
Planning all the crazy things I'll do when I'm 18 and out of the house.
Singing Ke$ha with Tessa :)
Painting random things with Andrea.
Making other people smile.
Dancing with Meghan.
Driving around with Meagen and Syrena. Both of them.

And tons more.
At least the good out-weighs the bad :D


To both of you:
I'm sorry. Please understand where I'm coming from.

To Jake:
"Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars pointing me on my way into your loving arms. This much I know is true, that God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you"


SO...I'm just gonna do some homework, listen to music, and go to bed now.
Hope you guys have had a better day than I did x)

This is how I feel today.

Except I only WISH I could play like that. Much less sing at the same time.

Muse=love.

I had a bad day.
The highlight of my day was freaking out with Tori while walking to lunch because we were afraid of Danny's umbrella flipping inside out and kicking us in the face in the process. It was pretty funny. x)

I cannot wait to get paid. I hate feeling flat broke, when in truth I'm really not. I just can't spend any of my money. OH the joys of saving accounts.
It'll be worth it when I have lots of money in Europe AND my Canon :3
Saturday, please come sooner.

OH MY GOD.

TOMORROW IS SENIOR SUIT DAY, AND I AM PUMPED.

Pictures to come :)