i <3 you online

this is quite possibly the cutest song ever.

and yes, i'm pretty sure everyone has felt this way at some point.

(at least everyone in this generation)

you know, the person who you write a message to in chat that says exactly how you feel, just so you can know how it would feel to actually say that. and then speedily delete it for fear of pressing enter.

Every morning I wake up, with lingering dreams of you
And my heart is beguiled
I struggle to think just what else I can do
Than log into my favourite online social networking website!

I want to be in your profile picture
I want to be a permanent fixture
On your wall
You're so beautiful

I want to be in your profile status
Feature in the place where you update us
Maybe then I'll have you in mine
I heart you online

I can see from your information
You like japanese animation
And stir-fry
Well so do I

I've read the books that you love reading
I must say you're quite appealing
Maybe you could poke me some time!
I heart you online

ba ba da....
Click on my face and tell me that you love me!

You sent a message with three kisses
Could be wrong, but I think this is
Your way
To convey
That my love's not unrequited
But I won't get too excited
Since you're only virtually mine
I heart you online
I heart you online
I heart you online

"puppies, puppies, where are you? police! somebody! help me! oh hoh hoh hoh"

(name that quote!)

so i've been sick for about 5 days now, and not petty sniffly sick, either. horrid, unbeatable, dizzying sick. blah. and last night i apparently lost my voice. this presents a problem, because people around here have been awfully questiony today. it's like at the dentist, when they stick all those awful metal things in your mouth and then ask you all those questions and talk about baked potatoes. terrible.

i really should have learned sign language when i had the chance. or mime. or telepathy.

feeling inspired

i started "Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow" this morning, thinking i could fold laundry while watching it

...ha ha ha...

it was so pretty, i couldn't do other things during it, really. it's set in the 40's, and the costumes and makeup are wonderful, and the dialogue feels like an old movie.

so now i'm still sitting here, same basket of laundry, with two washcloths folded. hmm.

actually, you know what? i have come to a decision. from now on, whenever i want to watch something while doing laundry, i'll force myself to only watch humphrey bogart movies, because i usually don't understand those anyway. i still don't know quite what was going on in "The Big Sleep", do you?

(halloooo there)

i know i'm not much of a posty posterson this week... i have an explaination, though.

my internet is down, horror of horrors. normally i would rejoice in the detox, but i'm sick right now and when one is sick one doesn't just want to sit around on ones behind and watch movies. well, sometimes one does, but i rather don't. so blah for being sick, and blah for no internet... blah blah blah blah blah.

a true white Christmas

Cecil and Percy were delighted to look out the window on this Christmas Eve to see SNOW!

SNOW SNOW SNOW LET IT SNOW!

White Christmas, anyone? Um... YES!

Brother spud Dan was being a silly and not going into the snow...

...making sister spud very sad indeed.

Cecil and Percy love snow even more than I do! They've sat in the window watching it ALL day.

I hope you are all tucked by a fire with your family this Christmastide.

(also hope you don't have a cold like I do)

This is our 200th post, and how lovely that it should be about my favoritest things of all... snow and Christmas!

Happy Christmas!

YAY YAY YAY

hey hey heyyyyyyyy

i have exciting news.



I GOT JANE IN PRIDE AND PREJUDICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i'm so stinkin excited, a bunch of my friends got awesome lead roles in it also, so yeahhh!!!

now the nerveracking part is over, the fun can begin!

no smoking win

Could there be a more awesome way to say this?

"my christmas"

weird = andrea bocelli singing "have yourself a merry little christmas" in italian

awesome = andrea bocelli singing with the muppets

(insert nutcracker theme here)

Tonight I went to Tuzer Ballet's production of The Nutcracker with my sister spud, Caitlin!

My friend Alessandra was in it, and she was AMAZING! I want to be a fancy ballet dancer!

Honestly, I had a hard time not rooting for the mice. They were played by the little kids ballet group, and were so small and fluffy and cute! There was one that was tiny and white and fluffy and she bounced when she walked.

So... as you can tell we were feeling inspired (again...and again) afterwards.

We're seriously considering taking beginners ballet together at UTD next semester!

Pleasant View

Today, on my way home from my sister's house, I passed Pleasant View Drive and was seized by this intense need to see the house I grew up in.

So I drove up the hill my sister broke her roller skates on, past the driveway we sledded down every winter with all the neighborhood kids (and there were lots of kids), past the sidewalk I learned to ride my bike on, the backyard where my best friend kissed me when I was 6, up to the little blue and white house.

And everything was the same. The fence was more faded, and the crack in the sidewalk (we used to hide things there) a little bigger, but almost everything was the same. The Dann's house was still immaculately clean and incredibly red, the spot on the pavement where Jason spilled the paint was still bright purple, the Coryn's house still dark and scary. Even those garish, mismatched, blessed purple and pink crepe myrtle trees were still there.

This was the house we loved most. Here the March family grew, had a war, survived a flood by building an ark... here the Greens visited and Elliebird and Monolog and I put on our horrifically long plays about separated Scottish twins who get glued together by fate. I met my best friend, Emily, at this house. In this house we sheltered a litter of rescued kittens and a herd of baby chicks (we tried to teach them to fly... oops), and saved our beautiful kitten, Shadow, from an abusive home and a horrible thunderstorm. He was with us 15 years, and died last week. While we had him he served as King of Beanieland, fierce protector of the March and Halfpenny farm (our dollhouse world), show lion in our backyard circuses, Emperor of the neighborhood animals, and cart-oxen for our dolls.

I didn't expect to cry. I miss Shadow, my little friends, the silly fights we had about which polly pocket house was best, Jason, the muddy-shoe club, and all the silly things that make being little feel so different.

Happy Ugly Sweater Day!

Tonight Layne and I went ice skating to celebrate both Christmas, Ugly Sweater Day, and Talk With a Fake British Accent Day. Turns out the Galleria has the largest indoor Christmas tree in America! We feel fancy now.

Aaa! Big tree is coming to get my ugly sweater! Now... I feel burdened to say this. The sweater I'm wearing is my dad's (that's why it fits so awfully... I'm not really rectangular, people)... and I want to clarify that on him it is a really awesome Christmas sweater. It's simply the fact of a girl wearing it that makes it that. On him? Not ugly. On me? Um, yeah.

We got to the rink during an ice dancing show, so we had to wait an hour... so we tried on formal gowns!

I love the picture on the left. While we were in the store we talked in British accents the whole time. It was FUN!

Finally on the ice... we had to accept that we looked like spazzes. Yikes. We got pretty good by the end though, I could skate on one foot like a fancy swan.

...My teeth freak me out in this one. Actually I look pretty awful in all of these. Oh well. The sweater in person was more of a Sandra Bullock in While You Were Sleeping kind of look... not just... like... Frosty the Snowman.

We named the tree Bill, and decided that someday we will be in charge of decorating it, and will put a moustached face on it. Yes!

There was this really cute guy there, and he was an amazing skater! Fancy jumps and stuff! Plus, later on he put on a really awesome logger hat with a fur pom-pom on top. Nice.

Waiting for the Zamborghini to be done (isn't my face crazy red!?haha). Yes, a Zamborghini is a really fancy Italian Zamboni.

Attempted ice dancing. We both fell down only once!

We're gonna make this a tradition, it was so much fun... even though I'm partially dead today. My feet blister really easily because they're shaped funny from so many broken toes. Plus we skated for TWO 1/2 HOURS. Go us! Next year, however, our costume of choice will be... ugly sweaters, funny stockings, sparkly ice princess eyeshadow, and FLUFFY TUTUS!

(p.s. the winter olympics are my favorite.)

(p.p.s. i was a little scared of ice skating, and i'm not now... so theres something off the list!)

On the fourth day of Christmas...

To get you in the wintery mood, here is "Toast: a small winter film", just released by the amazing European store (much like Anthropologie), Toast aw08.

What they said about it...

"This short mood movie brings to life the still shots you might have seen in our four aw08 catalogues. Shot on location in Slovakia and Hungary on a vintage Super8 camera by our wonderful photographer Jenny Zarins, cunningly put together by filmmaker Arvid Eriksson and with music specially composed and performed by Bellowhead member Sam Sweeney, it's a small, evocative, dreamy jewel of a film"

Adobe ad

This is great... I love when people put some effort into their commercials and make them artistic.

Great Ikea Commercial

I loved this... too cute!

Oh man.

So... I'm babysitting again tonight, and Wes told his dad before he left,

"Daddy, you look like a president"

because he was wearing a tux.

And then before he went to bed (after I told him a very, very, very modified version of Peter Rabbit, wherein Peter was named Wes and fought Mr. Macgregor because Macgregor was growing deadly vegetables to kill all the rabbits. Beatrix Potter, I'm sorry.) he told me,

"Your socks are funny. They're sooo beautiful, they could be princess socks. And fly!"

Mr. Demille

Well, auditions for Pride and Prejudice went pretty well... it's hard to tell just exactly how well they went. My monologue was pretty good, I think, at least on the upper side of ok, and the cold readings (which were so much fun!) went quite well. I wound up reading mostly for the role of Elizabeth, and that was definitely the strongest part of the audition. I was suprised to see 7 or 8 girls I knew there... and so few guys... yikes... hopefully more will audition Thursday. Seriously, people, there are so many awesome cute girls auditioning here, you'd think more guys would show up.

But the most exciting part... this morning the Auditor emailed me for a callback! Yea! So Saturday morning I'll be going there with bells on. Or off. Whatever I feel like.

Cecil is suprisingly supportive of this theatrical endeavor. He says that "theatre is the mixed pursuit of all art forms and therefore something to be admired."

Percy just thinks the sets are pretty.

(the sister spud wanted me to talk about her in this post ... so here. Sister spud is eating pizza right now.)

.cold.tired.oneshoeon.oneshoeoff.hintingsofsorethroat.toomuchtodo.auditiontomorrow.monologuescaresme.help.help.todayhasbeenok.butithasnotbeengreat.

psst

I'm in Memphis right now, visiting the Beauchamps for Daniel and Andrew's college graduation party! The womenfolk are in the kitchen cooking now, and I'm making pretty paper decorations to make things more festive.

Reminder: Ugly Sweater Day is coming up on Thursday... have you got your sweaters yet? Please remember to take a picture of yourself in your ugly sweater and send it to nfhearne@yahoo.com ! Can't wait to see the festive ugliness! I have plans on Thursday to go ice skating with some friends at the oh-so-festive galleria rink (they have the biggest, sparkliest tree in the world!) in our ugly sweaters. Any plans?

yay

Today I met my dad for lunch before Spanish class... and afterwards as a suprise he took me to Sprinkles cupcake shop! It was so fancy! The entire bakery smells sweet and light... I want to go to there.

In other news, I'm currently preparing for a piano performance (two pieces to memorize for next saturday) and an open casting audition for Pride and Prejudice. I have to do a prepared monologue... I'm deciding between the "Down the Rabbit Hole" monologue from Alice in Wonderland and "Thought as Fair as She" from Midsummer Night's Dream. What do you think?

steam from a cup, snow on the ground

For my birthday my parents gave me one of those lovely ipod nanos such as may be found in those delightful tv ads with the colourful dancing people!

Though its name is still pending, I think for now I may safely call him Fred. Who knows.

Anyways, he is golden-yellow and the back says "look at the stars, see how they shine for you" because my mum knows my Coldplay love. And he records video, plays movies, has a speaker and calendars and timers, and does this fancy flippy thing in the cd menu. I feel a little sentimental about my old first-gen soapbar ipod, but... Fred is so awfully fancy.

As birthday dinner my family and I had a living room picnic in front of the fire (all the furniture is moved out because of carpet cleaning) with soup and cupcakes.

And then when I got on facebook later that night, I had not one, not eleven, but a grand forty-five birthday notifications. Yeep! It was a rather grand moment.

oh yes, and

today is my birthday!

Look out for the dread ship Aleyula!

Have I mentioned before how much I love the kids I take care of?

Wes (or King Wes, or Astronaut Wes) just brought me pirate flag shaped cookies and a birthday card he made for me. It was too cute not to share... the first page is a pirate ship named "Aleyula", and the second is the castle from the bedtime story I made up for him Friday night. This castle held all the citizens of the whole wide world. And apparently it has a face.

but i did not do a crime of making a graffiti, copper!

Tomorrow is my birthday!!

Emily came up for the weekend, and today, after eating horrifically large servings of pancakes at the Original Pancake House (yummm), we got cans of spray paint and man-shirts and made a graffiti! We used a sheet of plywood... does that still count as graffiti if it's legal? Not sure.

Be ye not decieved by our faces... it was so cold! 35-40ish and windy. We had 3 pairs of socks on each and the biggest pot of tea you ever saw.

Emily accidentally spray painted my hands red. It looked weird. What was weirder, though, was later when I almost used steel wool to get it off. Dumbo.

We love how it turned out! It will hold a proud place on the walls of my future-home.

Tonight the sister spud is coming over and we're going to remodel shoes a la the chick from PS. I Love You, and watch The Blob. Scaaary! Or... maybe not so scary.

goodbye, old friend

tonight we say goodbye to monk, after 9 years of goodness.

yes, maybe the series finale made me cry.

and yes, definitely i solved the case before anyone else (the handwipes thing... totally guessed it before natalie did).

and yes, this may have been the best show ever.

goodbye monk, we will miss you.

i wish there were 10 of you.

my little tree

i decorated my little tree today.

isn't it lovely?

it sits in the corner and makes everything glow.

this week i've been working on perfecting ambience. you know that wonderful feeling when you pick just the right music with the light and the mood?

tonight = twinkle light glow.carla bruni.tea.tissue paper flowers.

The Wenceslot Game

My sister and I recently created a Christmastide game, and we think it is brilliant.

So, I'm going to introduce you to it.

It is "The Wenceslot Game"

In this game, you take a classic Christmas song and go back and forth singing a verse, changing the words as you go. The trick is that though it is always completely silly, you have to have some kind of storyline, and you must use a rhyme scheme.

(the game is called Wenceslot because Good King Wenceslot...ack....las!... is a great one to play with. And I can NEVER remember that his name wasn't Wenceslot.)

So. For our game, I have chosen "God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman". I will start, you continue!


God bless you, merry gentleman, for that was quite a sneeze...

Is't Possible?

Maybe, just maybe

I ate oatmeal this morning.

And... liked it.

Oh, Amy, you're rubbing off on me with your oatmeal love; turning me, of all people, who used to scorn oatmeal as "gross slimy pig-food"... into one of those healthy rednosed Scottish highlanders in "Wee Gillis".

Meet my friend, Felix Cumpliano Jr.

My friend Layne and I share a birthday (1 year apart), so today at Spanish class we had a little celebration... she brought cupcakes and I brought sour patch kids candycanes ( <3 ).

Happy birthday to us! She's awesome, we've been teamed on many assignments and always have more fun with them than is called for.

A few seconds after this Megan and Layne realized that the icing was probably staining their faces, freaked out, and ran to wash it off.

Dorcas. I love Megan in the background, though. "hey heyyy camera!"

She suggested that I buy a snuggie for my birthday. Because you have to be 18 to buy one.

a letter to snow

dear snow,

i love you.

you make everything magical.

that is all.

(p.s. ... please stay awhile)