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Spring makes me really go boy crazy. Fair warning to any males in my vicinity over the next few weeks.

Other than that, I’ve been crazy busy lately. I’m in a show right now. La Bete. It’s going to be hilarious. It’s my first non-musical pretty much ever. I’m also working on an informative speech for my Speech class. I’m doing it on upcycling. The bright side to the boring speech part? I get to make plenty of pretty new stuff for visual aids!

This particular set is made of an old issue of the Nashville Scene. (: It’s a basket and an unfinished (for now) flower. I’m pretty proud of both.

That’s all I have time for now! Expect more soon!


It’s beautiful in Nashville today. I am so excited.

While this is not necessarily Nashville, you get the point.

Today is a day for frolicking and  cuddling in the sun. Which reminds me. I think I’ve forgotten what actually being close to a guy feels like. It’s a weird feeling. I’m not too fond of it, but it’s sort of okay.

This speaks for itself. This is my life. This is what makes me happy when nothing else does. This is my choir.
Watch it.

So, I’ve realized something about myself: I have the bad habit of accidentally breaking/messing up things I really like. Take, for example, my awesome boots from my very first post. I love those. A lot. But they’re messed up. (And for the record, I’ll probably keep wearing them until they are in multiple pieces.) So, in a similar fashion, today I accidentally stepped on my favorite mirror. My little, slightly magnified, red rimmed, “I put my makeup on with this every day” mirror is no more.

While I still plan to keep it just as an art piece, I’m going to miss sitting at my desk, multitasking on Facebook while putting on my makeup in the mornings.

I discovered another thing about myself today, also. And it isn’t necessarily good, either. I realized that, if I like someone or admire them in any way, while I may want them to like me back and think highly of me, I tend to not talk to them if presented with the opportunity. In fact, I tend to do the opposite completely. I ignore that they’re there in hopes that they’ll think I’m cool enough to talk to. Ya know, that or I’m just really shy and absolutely paralyzed by the idea of talking to someone who I consider cooler than myself. I think it might be a little of both, though I only do the latter on purpose. If you can call being shy something you do on purpose. I really should get over that.

Today wasn’t all bad, though. I made one of two fingerless mittens, perfect for texting. I’ll probably complete the second sometime tomorrow. I’m proud. See?

Perfect for typing and texting, the two things I manage to do rather well at all times.

And the best part of my day? Tonight we had rehearsal for Timbre’s Christmas show this Friday. I literally stood open-mouthed and in awe the majority of the time that I wasn’t actually required to sing. This event is one of the innumerable reasons that I auditioned for Mads in the first place. I cannot believe that I’m getting to share the stage with such talented musicians. Again I say, if you are in the Nashville area this Friday night, come out and see this show. I’ll be selling homemade crafts and singing in the choir. You won’t regret it.

So, I woke up this morning (er, afternoon) to snow flurries. My mom, who lives in Alabama, is the one who told me about them. I checked my phone to find a text from her reading, “Is it still snowing? I was watching the Titans play & it was snowing in light flurries. Love you!”
My immediate reaction was of course to jump around in my bed and look out the window. And, yes, it was still flurrying. On that note, it’s almost Christmas! I know this for multiple reasons. For one, it’s cold and it’s December. For two, the Harry Potter Marathon is on ABC Family! I am sort of obligated to watch it, as both a Harry Potter nerd and Christmas connoisseur. For three, Timbre’s Annual Family Christmas Concert is next weekend! Featuring the Trevecca Madrigalians! Which includes, well, me! I will also be selling homemade crafts there, including some of my recent crocheted creations. If you find yourself in the Nashville area next weekend, you should pop on over to The Anchor Fellowship and check it all out!
 I mean, really. Who can resist a magical fairy playing harp and singing Christmas music with a choir of half angels backing her up? Bonus: she may or may not fly in on a unicorn. Probably not, but anything’s possible. (click the picture to be redirected to the Facebook event!)
Now, on to other things… I recently stumbled across (and by stumbled across, I mean found by saving a Postsecret card on my computer) a site called Found Magazine. It’s a site that posts scans of random “found” love letters, post it notes, memos, etc. Basically, if you enjoy looking at things that show you a small piece of someone else’s private life, you’ll love this site. I mean, I do. Just click through and check it out!

Now for my little personal note:
I recently find myself seriously wanting to go on a coffee date. I want to go to Fido or Crema or even just my school’s caf with an attractive man. I want us to get yummy flavored coffee and sit and talk about our lives as of late. Most of all, I want this man to be intelligent and funny while he’s telling me about his life. That’s not too much to ask for. Not as far as I’m concerned. (: That’s all.
I’ll leave you with this now: my favorite song by The Vespers. It’s called Dear Sir and it always makes me hopeful about life and love.

Dear Sir

I’ll wait for you only as long as it takes.
I’ll sing you sweet songs about how we belong together,
And if we don’t, I’ll stay alone forever.

You use big words and you don’t even try.
When you meet someone new, you look them in the eye.
You gave me your jacket when I wasn’t even cold
And you tell me I’ll still be pretty even when I’m old.

I’ll wait for you only as long as it takes.
I’ll sing you sweet songs about how we belong together,
And if we don’t, I’ll stay alone forever.

If I say the book is good, you’ll read it in a heartbeat.
We’ll have long, long, long talks about it and you’ll tell me what you think.
Your chest is my pillow, you lend me your side to lean on.
We’ll cloudgaze on a cloudless day, lying on the lawn.

And when I finally meet you for the very first time
I’ll sing you sweet songs about how we belong.
And if you never arrive, I’ll stay alone forever.