i got a macbook pro for graduation

YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS...

LOW QUALITY PHOTOBOOTH PICTURES THAT MAKE ME FEEL COOL ANYWAYS!

i think you are adorable

So, I have been totally fangirling all over the place with Darren Criss. It is probably unhealthy, but even my nine year old sister can't resist his charm, so I think that makes it more acceptable.  Alrthough it is kind of troubling how much I relate to this tumblr post:

"Darren Everett Criss. Setting unattainably high standards for men since 1987."

Because yeah, Darren--SO NOT FAIR!  How am I possibly going to find another you?

My PERFECT man?  Well...

The short version:

• Darren Criss

The long version:

• Good sense of humor
• Intelligent
• Open-minded
• Compassionate
• Dog-lover (Actually, animal-lover in general.)
• Musically-inclined (Who doesn't love musicians? I mean--let's get serious.)
• Dark curly hair (My weakness)
• SCRUFF (My other weakness)
• Silly goose (I am pretty silly, you guys.)
• Fun to be with
• Photographer (A blogging side-kick, anyone?)
• Can cook me delicious meals
• Will watch my favorite TV shows with me (and only make fun of me a little)
• MUST LOVE HARRY POTTER (Or no. Just no.)

Now, is this really so much to ask?  Probably.  But I know someone pretty close to this description is out there making a list that looks a little like this:

• Short (Who needs tall girls anyway...)
• Creative
• Can sew (Who doesn't love sewers?  I mean--let's get serious.)
• Compassionate about all living things
• Owns 500324 dresses
• Blogs (I love reading blogs!)
• Dark, curly hair (My weakness)
• SMALL FEET (My other weakness)
• Silly goose
• Can bake me delicious treats
• MUST LOVE HARRY POTTER (Or no.  Just no.)

In the meantime, I am regretting not buying a "I ♥ DC" shirt while I was in DC like four years ago, because now I could say it stands for Darren Criss.  Ah, regrets.

small feet awareness

My small feet...in Scotland

So, I have small feet.  When I meet someone new, unfailingly they remind me. "Geesh!  You have small feet."  "What size shoe do you wear?"  To my dismay, this is the ultimate ice-breaker.

More often than I would like to admit, I have had to tell someone under the age of ten years that I wear size 3 in children's shoes.  Even more embarressingly, they usually reply with something along the lines of, "I wear size 6!"  In fact, this happened just today.

You can see why what I am going to say now makes sense for someone who loves shoes.

I absolutely loath shopping for shoes. 

It is a degrading experience for me to wander into the children's department in Nordstrom or Target, but it is all I have.  It was one of my darkest hours when I went into Stride Rite while looking for comfortable shoes for my trip to Europe a couple of summers ago.  Stride Rite, you guys.  You can't come back from this stuff.

When I have my sister with me, I use her as a cover.  "Do you like these, Kendal?" I ask from across the shoe display.  I hold up the 3248039th bedazzled sneaker I have encountered in my quest of age-appropriate shoe options while I quickly scan the scarce selection of "classy" kids shoes.  When I am with friends, I usually just avoid shoes completely or talk loudly about trying to find my sister some shoes for her birthday.


Oh goodie, these come in my size!

 I am surprised I haven't chucked a pair of sparkly, glow-in-the dark, or heavily beaded shoes across a store yet, or better, through a glass window.  Maybe that would make me feel better.  I could even sing,

"I bust the windows out your store
and no, it didn't make my feet larger
I know I'll always have these tiny feet
but right now I just want to scream"

(Okay, I have been watching a lot of Glee.  Just watched this episode the other day.)

Because of this, it has always been a dream of mine to start a line of shoes for fabulous women with small feet.  "Equal opportunity for Cute Shoes" would be our motto.  Part of me wants to make the shoes specifcally for sizes 3-5 so that, you know, those normal-sized people can feel the disappointment in spotting wonderfully adorable, lovely shoes (see below) and realizing that they don't come in their size.  Whoops.  Sorry!

I'm so mean.  But it's something I feel passionately about for some silly reason.

look what i found!

I just about died when I found this booth at one of my favorite antique stores.  Remind you of anything?  I even matched!

hamlet throwdown

Today in English we had a "Hamlet Throwdown" in which we fought to the death...with our "To be, or not to be" parodies.  In spite of the fact I started mine at eleven o'clock last night, I got second place!  Considering I almost forgot to do it, until I saw someone post something on Facebook about it, it was a lovely surprise.  Here it is (based on a true story/my life/right now):

To blog, or not to blog: That is the question
Whether it’s nobler in the mind to suffer
The focus and boredom of uninterrupted homework
Or to ignore a sea of Followers
And by neglecting lose them? To reblog: to post;
No more; and by a post to say we end
The overload of the thousand pictures
That Tumblr is heir to, 'tis a dream
Devoutly to be wish'd. To reblog, to post;
To post: perchance to inspire: ay, there's the rub;
For in that post what comments may come
When we have published this edited draft,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That gives tolerance to so long a homework assignment;
For who would bear the cofactors and determinants of Trigonometry,
The pain of French conjugations
The task of memorizing court cases and their decisions
When he himself might log into Blogger or Tumblr
To share his thoughts? who would want,
To grunt and sweat under a blogless life,
But that the dread of procrastination,
The undiscover'd blogs from which
No reader returns, weakens the will to stop
And makes us rather blog and blog and blog
Than actually accomplish something productive?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of creativity
Is overcome with the pale cast of responsibility
And enterprises of imagination and wily
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.—Log in now!
My fair blog! Procastination, in thy actions
Be all my posts remember'd.

my sister the hipster

Okay, so my sister and her friend just came out of the playroom and said, "LOOK, WE'RE NERDS!"  I took one look at my nine year old sister and said, "Geez, Kendal, you are such a hipster!"  She kills me.  Reminds of when I was at Kate's and threw on her HP glasses, Diana camera, and multiple headbands and proclaimed, "LOOK, I'M A HIPSTER!"

Life is funny.

hey leighton, stop making me look bad, will ya?

Dear Leighton Meester,

I have a hat just.like.this. that I wore the other day with my hair just.like.yours., so imagine how I feel when I s(tumble) upon these pictures of you.  I don't know whether to feel flattered or discouraged about my efforts in comparison... So I will let it slide.  But just this once.

Best regards,
Kaylie

(P.S.  I am officially addicted to tumblr.  It started out as a harmless no-strings-attached relationship, but when I began to feel overwhelmed about all the awesome pictures I was finding and how I could blog them all gracefully, I caved.  Welcome to my life as a Marie Wannabe!)

i ♥ fall

Fall: decent weather, tights, the beginning of the holiday season...  Fall is a good situation, that I am really looking forward to.  Even better about Fall?  All my favorite shows come back on air!  And by favorite shows I pretty much mean Gossip Girl, Glee, and Bored to Death.  Speaking of Jason Schwartzman...We were basically made for eachother.  Not only is he short, but we have matching outfits:
Hahahha.  Anyway.  Happy Thursday!

Happy 2nd birthday, ol' bloggy blog

I just realized (after adding an archive just now) that I have been doing this blog for two years (yesterday)!  What a crazy thing.  Thank you, thank you  for all the nice feedback--it is nice to know more than two people read the nonsense I send forth into the blogosphere.

The picture--me, back in 2007 (at Mount Vernon), when no one "followed" me.  Yes! Plus 948234798 for blog pun.

Ways to Pretend it's Fall in Arizona

Wear plaid dresses and Mary Janes.
Drink tea and wear cameos and fancy headbands.
Listen to the Death Cab album Plans and study the Revolutionary War in History.
Use Autumn-esque smelling shampoo.
Voila! You are practically drowning in multi-colored leaves.

probably what Demetri Martin's children would wear everyday

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