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.