maybe if i actually got embarrassed

One day my boyfriend will be a waiter at The Cheesecake Factory. They are just so classy.

About that...it's kind of a funny story.

It started with a pair of sunglasses.

We were sitting in a booth waiting for our order to be taken and absent-mindedly nibbling on bread when I jokingly pulled them out. I whispered, "It's kinda bright in here" and we all started laughing. What can I say? My family laughs easily. I then proceded to pull them down so my eyes were barely visible and pretend to be snottily say what I wanted ( The tacos but with substitutes of goat cheese and tofu). I looked up and there was my waiter....the awkward laughter was probably excruciating for him.

A few minutes later a song came on. You know, one of those barely audible, background noise songs. Anyway. My mom was all " I love this so song!!!" So naturally I started dorkilly dancing to it. Let me clarify that I looked extremely like, well, an idiot. Guess who had just come around the corner? That would be our waiter, quietly filling our water glasses. No. I didn't notice. Not until my mom wispered, "Emily" and the uncontrollable laughter started once again.

You guessed it. It happened a third time.

This time I had just finished telling my extremely long yet completely brilliant idea of how my brother should propose to his future wife. Of course I had to conclude by loudly stating. "Man, I wish I could propose to boys!" I'll give you one guess who had just walked up. I wonder if by then he thought we were laughing at him....

And we bought a trampoline. Not to jump on, but to lay on. To look up at the stars on. To pile blankets on and watch old movies. 

-M

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Lately my life

is one

GIANT

question mark.

Why is it that the only people who rush in are considered fools?

"I can't help falling in love with you"

Why do boys seem to forget I exist as soon as one of my bubblier, prettier friends enter the picture?

Emily who?

Why did I officially give up coffee?

Because I have good friends....and she gave me twenty bucks.

Why must Summer and Romance be forever linked?

Not that I mind, really. And I know because of this question I am going to get a gazillion friends begging me for a love story. Let me crush your hopes now. There isn't one.

Why is it that you, being over 30 years older than me, can't step up and be an adult? How can you not see the obvious, mature thing to do when I see it oh so clearly?

Just wondering, because its frustrating, really.

Why did girls camp have to be so excellent?

Three words. Rosie. Maddie. Abi.

Three more words. Ring Tailed Cats

Why do you insist on trying to torture me?

I'm proud to report, it isn't working in the least bit. I am so done with letting you.

Is this post about nathan gallagher?

I'll let you decide this one. But it prolly is.

And when he looked into my eyes I knew that he wasn't lying. And maybe, just maybe, he knew that that was exactly what I needed to hear. I knew in that instant that I would remember those words forever, and one day when all hope is lost, they will give me strength.

<3

M

p.s. i met a boy

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.