on my way to coffee garden

xoxo

happy thanksgiving.

Reasons why I love thanksgiving:

stuffing. stuffing. stuffing.

sweaters.

family.

fresh rolls.

after dinner stories. 

sitting with Luke at the end of the table. 

See's chocolate turkeys. 

dressing up. 

orange, yellow, and red are my favorite color.

knowing that christmas is coming.

getting teased at dinner.

food babies. 

thanksgiving day parade. 

snow decorated leaves. 

cooking in the kitchen with all the ladies of the family.

taking photographs. 

being completely thankful for my wonderful life. 

colored with a fall marked crayon

Ring Around the Rose

Lights gleam upon an empty stage, anticipating the smiles that are waiting to erupt from giddy children. Its black tiled floors are scuffed, markings from previous dances and set taping, a secret language every performer respects. Narration begins, echoing loud against gold flower printed walls, its words introducing a story. A dancer steps on stage. She is small against the giant’s legs lining the edges of the stage. Nervously she takes her place center stage.  Lights cued, music starts. A simple stretch shape takes place in her arms to her toes. Bubble spotted, white dresses eagerly wait for the double clap that gives them the signal to skip on stage to their find their partners. The simplicity of the movement is entrancing. Their bright, dream filled, eyes, captivate me as I watch with such delight. That used to me, small and naive about the wonders of performing, but now I wait behind the wings with shoulders back and stage fright no where to be seen. On stage the lights dim, the girls take their ending shape and wiggle nervously. As they exit, I enter, along with my Audrey, Carly, and Evelyn.  My arms wrap around my waist, my head facing off stage, blinded by the headlights decorated with orange and red gels. As I wait for the samba to begin, I remember Miss Joni telling me to show the audience my magic eye, a simple phrase that has remained with me since my first day of dance at Virginia Tanner.  The light beams ignite as the music begins. My heart races as my hips move to the rhythm.  Roll to the floor, pirouette, leap, hold for five counts. The audience is a dark cave, for all I know there could be bats out there hanging onto stalactites holding to the ceiling. Peering eyes judging my every move. Music fades; I end with my eyes darting into darkness, large breaths working my heart, pushing blood through my body. Five minutes of movement are over, and I am just ready to begin. 

Footloose:]

Here is my slideshow I made for the cast party:] I have had an amazing time doing this show and I am sad to see it come to an end. Come see closing night on Monday! xoxo 

bacon soda..

because who hasn't dreamt of sipping on some breakfast meat?

i have a photography website.

please go to

www. verbphoto.com

:]

thank you.

Opening night:)

Please Shave November.

It's November- which means that men get this crazy pre mature idea that "peach fuzz" is attractive and that they do not need to take time to shave their little chinny chin chins. Well here is a note for you all: It is not very becoming. Now if you can get a full, decent, beard- than more power to you- Just don't expect me to pucker up to you because hairy kisses are not the same as eskimo kisses. I know that this terrible tradition will not die down, so i decided to do No Shave November too. Unlike most men my age, I can actually grow a thick, luscious, shiny, curled, better than yours, beard. I won the unknown competition. That means everyone else should just shave now. There is no chance for you to win.

nothing about my appearance today is attractive.

 I seriously feel like crap and probably express my feelings in my outfit and make up. I put eye shadow on in the dark. Yes, that would explain why i have "soft creme" sparkles everywhere but my eye lids. (At least my mascara isn't speckled below my eyes and on my cheeks like Raggedy Ann's freckles.) I wore my man sweater today and for you who don't know me well enough to understand what my outfits are saying- i only wear my man sweaters when i don't feel wonderful or when i am extremely exhausted and cold. (or when i am on the skateboarding tour cause there... it looks hot, but that is besides the point.) My hair is in a floppy bun because  I woke up with my hair in all different directions and a "bump it" s large as Kim Kardashian's rear end. When I walked out of my room my Mother yelled "IT'S ALIVIE" and ran and hid under her bed shaking. I looked just like Amy Winehouse when she was imprisoned. Some girl even told me that halloween was last week but "your costume is great." (not really but they were thinking it. I could tell in their little razor beamed eyes.)


I need to sleep.
xoxo

actually I meant three

All I know is that you're so nice

You're the nicest thing I've seen

I wish that we could give it a go

See if we could be something

I wish I was your favourite girl

I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world

I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile

I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style

I wish you couldn't figure me out

But you always wanna know what I was about

I wish you'd hold my hand

When I was upset

I wish you'd never forget

The look on my face when we first met

I wish you had a favourite beauty spot

That you loved secretly

'Cause it was on a hidden bit

That nobody else could see

Basically, I wish that you loved me

I wish that you needed me

I wish that you knew when I said two sugars,

Actually I meant three

I wish that without me your heart would break

I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake

I wish that without me you couldn't eat

I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep

Look, all I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen

And I wish that we could see if we could be something

Yeah I wish that we could see if we could be something

"Nicest Thing" - Kate Nash

recent favorite. 

so excited for her concert on friday.

xoxo