This is a thank you post

She was born to make art with words. She was born to make you feel things with letters and spaces and punctuation.

She was born to make art with her body and the way she lives. She was born to be beautifully her.

He was born to make me feel better, and to laugh with me. He was born to smile.

He was born to show people how good they can be. To prove that good people come from bad situations and that chances are worth taking.

She was born to teach me to love. She was born to be my best friend. She was born to teach me to laugh and to cry and to ignore people to see if they really care...

She was born to teach me sacrifice. She was born to teach me the definition of selflessness, and the power of optimism.

She was born to be free. She was born to travel and to explore. She was born to prove that strangers can sometimes be trusted.

He was born to serve God. He was just born to.

She was born to make you love her. To always be there. She was born to watch old movies with and to discuss politics.

He was born to show people perfection. To teach me how to love unconditionally, and how easily I would beat up a first grader who tells him his brain is weird.

She was born because you need opposition in all things. She is love and hate. Anger and affection. Trial and blessing.

He was born to show me how to grow. And to teach me that sometimes life isn't fair, but it's important to do your best anyway. And that age and maturity are unrelated.

She was born to raise people up. To let them know that they're special. To mean every word she says.

He was born to understand me. He was born to raise my self esteem when no one else can. He was born to keep my secrets.

He was born to make people laugh. But then surprise you with his intellect and general goodness.

She was made to be beautiful. To be full of mystery yet utterly simple.


(Rachel, I know you know who everyone is. Shhhhh)

My Life Will Go As Follows

Go on Goodreads

Read

Watch Movies

Eat

Make Pumpkin Pie Shakes

Go To School

Make Friends Transfer Into My Classes

Listen to Music Really Loud

Go on Goodreads

Miss california

Read some more

Write

Eat some more

Cry while watching Parenthood

Tickle My Little Siblings

Try and Control My Hair

Taco Tuesday

In Bed By 11

Up By 7

Lather, Rinse, Repeat.

And I am loving every second of it.

I simply remember my favorite things.

Today was Bella's birthday party, which my mom and I obviously took way to seriously, spending hours making cutesy banners and crowns. 

The piñata was nearly impossible to break and took a few strong men a few tries to spill the candy all over the front porch. But of course we don't regret buying the giant, sturdy, absurd Little Mermaid Piñata at the Mexican Market, because it definitely made for a few good laughs and more than a few classic pictures.

She got her first bike and automatically started writing like a pro. This fact disproved my theory that I was secretly adopted; she is definitely my sister. 

Despite the WEATHER,

I woke up in a wonderful mood today, and I think I'll share my cheesy thoughts with you, if you don't mind. I woke up and began to pray and felt this overwhelming sense of gratitude for these strangers that I call my family. They are my life. We're odd and eccentric. My mom squeels when she gets excited and my dad starts a new business about every 3 weeks. My sister is sarcastic(all in good fun), short, and makes me want to grow up and live. My brother is strong. He is geeky and slightly weird....and does a mean Indian accent. Me, I'm sort of still figuring that out. Little Ethan is a genuine genius. He is loving and loud and will definitely be a millionaire one day. Annabella is full of spunk and personality. She has the power to change the world.

And somehow we all fit together perfectly.

I have a very cute little sister, here she is....

And every day, at least once, I make sure to ask her if we're best friends. If she says no, I promptly correct her.

I had a dream last night that we were all innocent, and had sleepovers with the opposite sex. Parker Jones, we had a sleep over. 

I love when people know that they're better than you at something, but they still genuinely think you're good, and worth showing off. For example, Parker made me play piano yesterday, and even though he excels so much higher than yours truly, he made me feel like I was worth listening too. That was nice.

Enough about Parker Jones.

 I would be a terrible recovering alcoholic, drug addict, or criminal. 

I have serious withdrawl problems. I have frequent bursts of yearning for things in the past. I can't control them, they come unannounced and unexplained. I need to feel the sun, I have the urge to kiss someone, I crave coffee, I miss old friends,  I want to cry(believe it or not), I want to sing really loud, I want to act on impulses, I need my own car, I wish I could transfer back to dear old AF high(sometimes), I am secretly a hermit, and I wish I could go back to a world where I didn't know the difference between indie and mainstream. You could say I'm kind of flawed. I say I'm a teenage girl. what do you expect?

I need a good book to read, so any suggestions left in comment form would be appreciatied.

Can you keep a secret?

good. so can I.

say cheese.

p.s. I really was going to tell you a secret, but then I remembered who reads this blog. not you, trusty followers, but the other discreet readers....and you know....stuff gets around....so I decided to mock you instead, have a nice day.