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What's better than a wedding?  Answer:  A French wedding.

Sometimes you should just be the silly goose you really are.

A few of my favorite things, printed on a t-shirt.

This makes me actually want to get up early enough to sit down and eat breakfast.

"Save the dates" are my weakness.  Love these crafty gems!


This weekend is going to be swell!  Happy days, my friends.  xoxo

my brain's contents

Harry Potter  I started rereading the series (crucial for this summer's extravaganza/cryfest) and feel like I am rereading my own life.  SO MANY EMOTIONS.

Glee  Can't.  Stop.  Watching.  Glee.  Today I somehow managed to watch season one AND two of sectionals (awesome coincidence, man).

Darren Criss  I am fangirling way too hard. Tumblr is the worst because everyone encourages this condition... Is it healthy?  ...I don't care.

Marie Antoinette  You guys, I wore my Marie Antoinette dress today (dressed down with a western-y belt and cardigan). I also used my macaron perfume, which I used to save for special occasions (I usually wear Coco Madameselle everyday and maybe I am trying to prolong running out because I told myself I would get more the next time I was in Paris).  But THE SMELL OF MACARONS IS THE MOST GLORIOUS THING.  So life is good.  Also, I am OBSESSED with this video.  Seriously.  Everything about it makes me so happy.



College  Don't even get me started.  My mind is EXPLODING from thinking about it so much. 

What are the contents of your brain currently?

i just had the weirdest realization

I was about to click on "New Post" when I looked at my blog and realized that in roughly five months I will be blogging from a glorified box (my dorm) in Portland. 

I wish I could have caught the look I made on film.  I sort of opened my mouth half way, my eyes got wide, and I thought, OMG I AM GOING TO COLLEGE. Funny that my blog did this, and not the emails from the last two schools I applied to (I already got accepted to ASU and PSU earlier this school year) that I received yesterday afternoon.

Well, the results are in.  I got into Lewis & Clark College and got wait-listed at Reed College.

Lewis & Clark is more secluded than I would like, but it is so gorgeous (It's rated #2 for Most Beautiful Campus) I think I could get used to it.  Its small size (under 2,000) is ideal and its study abroad opportunities are awesome (which could be expected for a school named after explorers).  Also, they offer a Communication major, which is the definitely the direction I am heading now.  The setback:  $$$$

I hear back about financial aid in about a week.  Send good thoughts.

Honestly, I am honored to even get wait-listed at Reed.  It is also a small liberal arts college (1400 students), but it is considerably more rigorous (It's rated #2 for Students Study the Most with MIT taking first) and more selective.  They offer a Creative Writing major, which is something I've always wanted to pursue, but they don't offer a Communication major, which is troublesome.  Also $$$$.  And even if I do get accepted, I will have missed out on most of the money reserved for non-wait-listed students.  I'll live (and not have to study as much).

So now, I need to make a decision.  PSU or Lewis & Clark?  I can find good reasons for both, but in the end I would rather end up at a smaller school.  However, PSU is downtown (awesomeeee) and I already have a scholarship there.  Also, one of the main reasons I am moving to a new city is for the experience and living downtown in the midst of everything would amplify that.  But L&C would be a unique opportunity and I REALLY want to study abroad.  Let me rephrase that--I AM GOING TO study abroad.

Decisions, decisions.  I have one month to decide.

thursday thrills

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It's Thursday again already?!  If you say so...


LOVE these pictures.  (Especially the first three!)

Nature is crazy.  Just sayin'.

Feeling blue?  The perfect combination of seafoam green and Tiffany blue is sure to do the trick.

Obsess over Recollection's line of vintage-inspired goodies!  Vintage patterns FTW.

Get inspired with quotes.


What a busy week it has been!  The yearbook is officially DONE and now I officially need something to do with myself.  And don't say study for AP tests...Because I am reserving that fun for April.  Happy weekend.  xoxo

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.