Sunday, October 31, 2010

Life moves too much.

But Matt's shoes will always smell like fire. No matter how much he wears them, they always will. I love that.
I love that Avery will always be afraid of haircuts.
I love that Kate will always play the piano and write in the same cute handwriting and never fail to get me my notes she's written.
I love that Harli and Hayley will always live very near each other and never stop being funny.
I love that Nathan Stukey will always be... Very Nathan-ly.
And I love how Zach Lee will always keep the cold air on - even in the winter.
I love that Parker will always call me Oprah and tell me that we should throw a therapy session.
I love that Gabe will never know what we wrote on the bottom of his shoe freshman year.
I love that Parker will always be the greatest gentleman with the funniest baby pictures.
And I love that Kaitlynn and I will always be twins.
I love how Collin White will always be associated with to techno music and the time we played Apples to Apples in his basement.
I love Tim and Welson simply for being Tim and Welson.
I love that Ben will always blog funny things and play the guitar and write brilliant songs.
I love that Emily will always be in my Journalism class and feel like she still lives in my neighborhood even though she moved away nearly a year ago.
I love that the Colemere's house will always be very full of people and music and shoes that smell like fire.
I love that Laura will always text me when something scary happens.
And I love that I am considering getting a Dark Mark tattooed on my forearm.

Go read good books and eat rice.
All my love, Addy

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Can someone say, "PERFECTION"?

Because that would be the only way to describe how these last days have been. Namely yesterday. It was simply the most perfect day that ever occurred. For one, it was pre-Halloween. I enjoy Halloween. I didn't dress up for school. It just didn't quite feel right, you know? Cause it wasn't real Halloween. I'll probably dress up as a witch or a cat or something today, even though it's still pre-Halloween.
Anyway. I did wear my favorite jeggings and my mom's old cheer sweater and my maroon-ish Vans and it was cool. Some very funny boys at my school started a ping-pong tournament without a table, but rather using a hallway during lunch break. They were probably the three most entertaining boys that I have ever discovered. (They even wore short shorts, tall socks, and sweat bands.) Obviously, not everyone loved the ping-pong game as much as I, and it did cause a few fiascoes and swear words to be spewn when grouchy high school students were asked to "please respect the game" and "stay close to the edge of the hallway, please."
I also then learned that Lone Peak had an early afternoon football game right after school, so I rushed home and did a chore or two and rushed up to LP and guess what. I wasn't even bothered by the "old friends." I just happily enjoyed my real friends and talked to people I missed and didn't bother myself with Talon (who, by the way, played extremely well, but what else is new?).
After the game, three of my favorite boys picked us up and we headed to the Colemere's to jam. And eat baby cinnamon rolls. And play pool. And have a piano recital. And watch dance videos on YouTube.
But, of course, no day is perfect without a dance or two. I snuck into a LP dance, but turns out it's very easy, especially when your aunt teaches there. And, of course, no dance is complete without friends and Nathan Stukey dressed as a Jabawokee and having Parker finally teach my how to Charleston.
What a beautiful day.

Don't take candy from strangers... Oh, wait, do.
All my love, Addy

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Life is brilliant.

It's true. I'm just so happy. Because guess what! Today, I wore a blazer. Yes, a blazer. It even has some funny little elbow pads. I wasn't even grouchy upon discovering that my sister wore my favorite rainboots to school. I was that joyful today. Also, someone said that I sort of remind them of Ingrid Michaelson. I've never been so overjoyed by something in my entire life. And another kind soul said I remind them of Zooey Dechanel. What?! Such classy women!

I feel like an incredibly classy individual.

Keep calm and ditch class.
All my love, Addy

P.S. I just found out that a little girl in my sister's preschool class was Justin Bieber for Halloween. I'm completely enthralled and slightly repulsed.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

It was a meh day.

Meh. You know, meh. Sometimes, when you hug Kyle Somers he'll say, "Meh" and it tends to be very funny. Mostly, I'm just trying to keep calm and graduate.
It's one of those days that I just can't help but think, "Wow. I wish I was a kid again." Because when you were little, your heart didn't get broken and no one betrayed your trust. When I was little, I wasn't worried about writing papers and passing tests and simply making it through math class. When you were little, if a boy found out you liked him, everybody squealed, and you didn't feel betrayed when it got announced. Quite frankly, I'm not sure why it matters. It's obvious, all you have to do is take one look at me when we're together and it's completely obvious that I am wildly in love with this boy, but, of course, if anyone got the privilege of formally telling him, I wanted it to be me.
I wish I was little. I wish that it hurt on the outside - scraped knees and broken elbows, instead damaged hearts and tattered souls.

Don't cram at the end of the term.
All my meh, Addy

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Pumpkins are vegetables. I think.

What's better than dropping a giant pumpkin?
Dropping a giant pumpkin on a car, that's what.
That's also what I am doing tonight. Everybody be excited.

Eat your fruits and vegetables. But not your meat.
All my love, Addy

Friday, October 22, 2010


I hate facts. Because sometimes, facts suck. They say things like, "If you want to not be fat, you need to sleep and eat healthy things and run and stuff." That's a fact. Another fact? "Boys are really stupid." I'm not a huge fan of that fact either. Or possibly, "Your Ipod broke and the new Ipod that is really old that you are using just froze and is being a meanie." Or sometimes, facts say, "We used to be really best friends and then something happened inside of us and it is uber weird now." That's a fact.
But sometimes, on rare occasions, facts say something like, "Bianca is nice and I really like her and she is becoming the oddest best friend I have ever acquired in all of my life." Or, "Hayley is reading my blog and I love her." Maybe they say, "Mallory and Hannah are awesome and cute." Or possibly, "We sat and laughed together for nearly an hour today and no one else in the whole wide world mattered right then because he has beautiful eyes and I'm positively joyful about the whole ordeal." Or sometimes they say, "I get to work at a wedding tonight." Of course, these are very nice facts and I am terribly glad that they are real, actual facts and not just fragments of my over-worked imagination.

I wore a a bright pink sweater today, too. That is how beautiful this day was.
Nothing can ruin this beautiful day. ("Nothing," Katie would say, "Except for forgetting your chapstick.)

Fall in love.
All my love, Addy

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

One day, I'm going to get married.

It's true. Or, at least I hope. I'm not sure exactly who I shall marry, but let's be honest here, I have a pretty good idea of who I'd like it to be. The point is, I love weddings. Quite frankly, I actually like the idea of a wedding more than I like the idea of actually marrying someone. I tend to be a flighty person and I only like men for an average of two months. The longest was about six months with a boy named Jarrett who was also my best friend and I now fantasize about throwing the occasional brick at him. The shortest, in case you were curious, was about an hour. His name was Jens. Don't even worry about it. (Katie and Avery and all the rest of you, yes: that Jens.) It's rather ironic, though, too. Jarrett and Jens are also cousins. Ha! Anyway, that's rather beside the point. The point is, I liked Jarrett for six months. That, in my head, is a very long time. He was my best friend, yes. And now, I would enjoy throwing hard objects at his head. Exactly why I am not so entirely sure that a marriage would be entirely acceptable. Obviously, it could be rather problematic. Nonetheless, I desperately want a fabulous wedding, therefore, looks like I had better find someone lovely that I could spend my whole entire life with and most likely the rest of eternity with, too. You just wait.

You're all invited to my wedding.
All my love, Addy.

Monday, October 18, 2010

He Said, She Said: A Discussion On Love

Me: Have you ever been in love?
Him: What does that mean?
Me: Have you ever been truly in love?
Him: No. Too dangerous.

What I said: "This is true."

In the words of my new favorite little songstress, Mindy Gledhill:
"Nobody knows that I am a secret spy
I follow you home, careful to walk behind you
I climb up your tree and hide in the leaves
To keep you from seeing who I am
Call me obsessed, but I need to know your name
Your age, your address and where in the world you came from
It's silly to think that I'm on the brink
Of falling right off my rocker
Oh, I want to know
All about your mom and your favorite song
And why you hypnotize me
Well, I tell you what
I'm the definition of obsessive-compulsive, crazy love
Late after dark, your light is on upstairs
And I watch you dance as if you were Fred Astaire
A little finesse, a sparkly dress
And I could be Ginger Rogers
Oh, I want to know
All the books you read and your favorite sweets
And why you hypnotize me
Well, I tell you what
I'm the definition of obsessive-compulsive, crazy
La, la, la I'm like a firefly
La, la, la in the evening sky
I'm all aglow whenever I see you walking by
Oh, I want to know
If you ever plan to hold my hand
And why you hypnotize me
Well, I tell you what
I'm the definition of
Obsessive-compulsive crazy love"

So what? I'm a little bit of a stalker.

Do you think he ever plans to hold my hand?

Tuesday, October 12, 2010


It is a beautiful day.
It is a brilliant day.
Also, at the end of my horoscope this morning it said this: "And do take special care with anything involving automotives today."
You bet I laughed forever.
And then I became very, very afraid for myself and buckled my seatbelt with extreme care.
Of course, I did take special care with anything involving automotives today. Except for once, when the UPS man arrived at school and left his lovely, doorless, brown truck unattended. Then, Meghan and I proceeded to watch him suspiciously as he walked by with a load of boxes balanced precariously upon a dolly, then sprint toward his lovely, doorless, brown truck and hop in the front seat and take a picture. We thought ourselves to be unendingly funny.

All my love, Addy.

Monday, October 11, 2010

This is what a feminist looks like.


Oh, the cluelessness of teachers.

The assignment was to look up current issues and decide what to write our end of term research papers about. For the entire period. I mean, come on, does he really think that thirty-some-odd high school students are going to spend the entire period studying up on research papers and current issues? Ha. Instead, I plan to blog stalk, read feminism articles, and possibly sing a song or two.

Don't lie to your teachers.
All my love, Addy.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Oh, good heavens.

Go. Make art.

Drama company went down to Shakespeare festival in Cedar City all for the majority of the week. It was rather entertaining. In related news, a blast from a past has come to take care of us while my parents are celebrating my mother's birthday on a little overnight run-away.

HAPPY 10.10.10!!
I hope you make loads of very special wishes. I also hope they all come true.

Eat your vegetables.
All my love, Addy.

P.S. Dear ladies and loves,
The day you stop caring, move on, and move forward, is the day he will look you in the eye and tell you, "You look so pretty." But you can't fake not care. You have to really not care. There is a difference. But, this is the awful truth. If you start to care again after this happens, you never stopped caring.
Love and wisdom, me.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Katie is the funniest girl I have ever met.

(Katie. In her essence.)

"So, if you're like having a bad night or something, just think, 'Wow, I'm so glad I'm not Katie right now cause her life sucks.' I can't think of anyone who has a worse life than me right now. Cause, you know, it's just me and my life is the worst. No one has a worse life than me. Except for maybe Osama Bin Laden, but he doesn't count." -Katie on being positive about your own life.

(Oh. And this is Avery. For all that were wondering. Boy love these girlies.)

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Something Terrible.

One day, we will not remember how it is to be young.
So, live your life NOW. Have cake fights and eat and fall recklessly in love. Dress up and make sarcastic remarks and get yourself suspended. Sneak out and make out and act out. Take lots of pictures. Kiss lots of boys and run around without a bra on. Listen to good music and go to lots of concerts and do the things you've always wanted to do. Cut your hair all off and splurge on something you'll only wear once. Buy vintage clothing, wear red lipstick for no reason, write letters, take a chance, jump off cliffs, sing songs, learn to play the guitar, try new things and laugh much.
This isn't Neverland, loves.