Pros versus TOMS.

I'll be honest, I love my TOMS just as much as the next hipster, but they pale in comparison to the nice work my rain boots could've done at the berry farm today.


Too bad I didn't bring them to Oregon. 


Which was definitely dumb, considering that Oregon is, what? The rainiest state in the entire nation?


Harry Potter 7.5 comes out this week: Nothing can bring me down.
All my love,
Addy

You're just as sane as I am.

I figured it out! I figured it out! I have, more than once, been compared to Luna (Loony) Lovegood. I take that as a complement. I know my last post was full of back and forths between Herminone and Neville, but, alas, I have now realized, that I am much more like Luna Lovegood than anyone else. I'm thrilled.

On a seperate note: everyone knows who I love, no? Well, I now love two boys. I feel like a rebel! Call my house (I got my phone taken) if you want to know who it is. Ha! (Katie. You know. Don't tell Zack.) I sung a duet with him while he played the guitar. He complemented my voice. He has nice eyelashes and funny sweaters. Maybe we'll love each other one day. Huh.

You're just as sane as I am.

All my love, Addy.

Neville.

Let's be honest here: I'm a total nerd. I like to think of myself as like, a Hermione-ish nerd - with loads of intelligence and a nice body, too, who boys sometimes think about in class when they are bored. But, of course, I'm probably a bit more like Neville - only sometimes smart with a round-ish body, who is, though not entirely the most intelligent, entirely the nerdiest. But it's okay. I like who I am. This is the first year I've tapped into that incredible nerdiness and stopped being afraid of being good at math and staying at home on Friday nights to do homework. I'm a nerd who likes vintage clothing and novels fat enough to be coffee tables and stays up into the late hours of the night to read those fat, fat, coffee table novels. I'm a nerd who likes gorgeous nerdy boys who wear ties and are very good at math. I'm a nerd who likes her parents way more than a normal high schooler should. I'm a nerd who worries about her future at a prestigious university probably every other minute and is very upset about getting a 3.6 this term. I'm a nerd who wears red lipstick in public places and does yoga and uses adverbs correctly. I'm a nerd who adores the word "onomatopoeia" and once even used the word "antidisestablishmentarianism" in a conversation - correctly, mind you. I'm a nerd who sometimes says, "It's okay that I am sad, for it is the fault of the dementors and it is perfectly fine to eat lots of chocolate." I'm a nerd who would consider Liesel Meminger one of my best friends and I bawled compulsively while reading the last fifty pages of The Book Thief. I am a nerd who feels intimidated by cheerleaders and football players and other children who use commas incorrectly and say "haha" a lot and listen to crappy rap. I am a nerd who finds inherent joy in t-shirts that say things like "Funner - gooder than just plain fun" or shirts that have an apothem on a graph saying, "Can't touch this!" or shirts that have a melting ice cube proclaiming, "Solid, liquid, gas... They all matter!" I am a nerd who has a definite problem with correcting others grammar and spelling and letting them know that it is "their" not "there." I am a nerd who likes to speak in a fake British accent and just learned the word "vernacular" and have been waiting to use it ever since. I am a nerd - or, as my nerdy little sister would say,

Never

Ending

Radical

Dude.

Do you think I can be Hermione? Because I like her the best and I don't think I'm quite too rotund nor am I a man. And I don't plan on teaching school when I grow old. And I like books and have lots of hair and sometimes have to teach things to my friends when they don't listen in class or don't do their homework. I'd like to be Hermione.

I am a nerd and I am happy.

Write in cursive sometime.

All my love, Addy.

Post script: NEW WORD ALERT: petrichor (noun) meaning, "the scent of rain on the earth after a dry spell." I nearly cried when I learned this one.

On the Virtues of Hayley, Noah, and Tanner.

This one's for you, guys.

Our relationship is actually rather funny, seeing as it spawned from spending too much time with my childhood friend, Harli. The first time I texted Hayley, it was after a day at the pool with Makayla and Harli and Hayley. Hayles and Makayla got in a competition to see who could stay in the icy cold pool longest, and, after and agreement that it was, in fact, a tie, Hayley got out of the pool. "I win!!" cried Makayla. And then Hayley proceeded to scream at Makayla for the better part of an hour about how they agreed it was a tie while Harli and I sat and laughed so terribly hard. (Noah: If you were not aware of how competitive Hayley is, I would break up with her now.) After that all settled down, Hayley read aloud to all of us from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. She was thrilled to read Harry Potter, because guess what, she'd been grounded from Harry Potter books at home for the last couple weeks. And we've chatted nearly every day since. We talk about books and boys and school and music and anything else we like. Plus, we both like words. We're very funny. And we're soul sisters.

Once, I liked Tanner. As in, like liked him. It was funny. Not that Tanner isn't gorgeous and funny and attractive, but I just think it's funny. Tanner is a very talented musician. Plus, he has great hair. Once, we tried to have a Harry Potter movie marathon (we only ended up watching the first movie) and I walked into the Mitchell's front room wearing my True Religions I had gotten for Christmas that year. Tanner exclaimed, "Oh my gosh! I think we're wearing the same jeans." Never have I laughed so hard. But don't worry. Even though I just made it sound like he's gay, he's not. Tanner kissed someone once. It was a girl. I think her name was Laura or Laurie or something like that. It was very recent, too. Perhaps they kissed in the rain. Or maybe beneath a tree. It was probably very romantic. And I'm sure Tan's a very good kisser.

And then there's Noah... Well. Once, Noah nicknamed me "Peach" at Harli and Makayla's twelfth birthday party at Jump On It. And that was the last time I saw him until the Harry Potter marathon. Over that space of two years, he hit puberty and grew some sort of (oddly attractive) mullet. And I was convinced I was in love with him. Too bad he was perfect for Hayley and Hayley was perfect for him and I was perfect for somebody else who's name has already been broadcasted across the internet one too many times. Anyway. Freshman year Noah had a funeral for his mullet. They cried and burnt the hair. (Didn't that smell absolutely terrible?) Sometimes, in awkward moments, I say, "I have a friend who had a funeral for his mullet once..." And tell the story of Noah's Mullet Funeral. And everybody laughs. Noah kicks butt at soccer. And, our birthdays are twins. Yay.

Mostly, I'm so glad I've randomly become friends with these guys. What can I say? They're the greatest kids ever.

Finally, I need you guys to read this post. [Edit: is it not pulling it up for you? Just go into the January bit and read "I'm in a mood"] It's from back in January and it's some of my worst writing ever. I hate it. I sound like a melodramatic thirteen year old. But it's about the Harry Potter marathon back in January that I keep mentioning. I met Ollie there. Me and Ollie are married now. (Okay, that was a total lie. I haven't spoken to him since. I did pet his hair once.)

Go stand in an icy cold pool, kiss Laura/Laurie/Lacey/Lamb under trees, and grow a mullet.

All my love, Addy.

Here.

I don't have much to say. Here. Eat up some pictures I spent the last hour or so collecting. I have way too many. Which one is your favorite?

So glide away on soapy heels and promise not to promise anymore.

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