One thing I've learned today: don't, ever, ever, EVER have a conversation with your (sometimes also moody) best male friend when you are on IT (If you're a girl, you know what I'm talking about). It doesn't turn out well.

Strange Magic

When I was little, I used to believe in magic. It was undoubtably real, even if I couldn't reach out and hold it- like true love, or the monsters that crept in the deepest crevices of my room at night.

As most of us grew older [unless you got a letter to Hogwarts, or seen magic that you can't buy in a kit for ten bucks at WalMart], that belief flickered out like a light as we continued our journey through life with more darkness [or "less brightness"- whatever you prefer].

Yet, thanks to my inner twelve year-old, I still look out for magic. You can tell when something's truly magical- something surfs through your entire body, making you tingle all over.

I myself have felt magic- I know it was.

Two years ago, I was singing a song: Jessie's Girl. It's classic. Check it out. Anyways, I was singing it one morning while I was drying my hair. My problem was that I was singing it wrong. The real lyrics are 'I wish that I had Jesse's girl'; I was singing 'I wish that I was Jesse's girl'. As soon as I had sung that line, I felt a ping. A ping that ran through my body like no other.

Is that weird to say? I connect sounds to how they feel to me. Like they vibrate through my body. It's weird. Sorry for saying anything that might make you think I'm even quirkier than what I am.

Anyways, I felt like I had done something wrong automatically. I thought to myself: no no no no no. See, there's this kid named Jesse that was in my sixth period class. Nothing wrong with him- he was a good kid and all- I just didn't like him like that. Literally like the next week, he asked me to our school's winter formal. 

How does that happen, in a million, bazillion years?

Right you are: magic.

There's another "magical" experience I had, but I can't think of it now. That's kind of my excuse for everything- I want it to be magical. That's why I haven't had a first kiss- waiting for it to be magical. Waiting for that hopeful 'ping'.

So, it goes to show that magic, and love, and all those untouchable, real things.

This song sounds magical. And either anything with a piano & a teenage boy, or a guitar and a young girl/boy.

Summer reading is a pain in the butt. Because, well, it's supposed to be done now. In the summer. When we're supposed to be on break.

Besides that, I'm in a really loving mood. Like I-adore-anything-and-everything-that-I-come-in-contact-with kind of mood. I really missed my best friend, I guess. :D I gave him that monkey, shown above. It's seriously a-dorkable.

Anyways, just felt like writing something, even if it is sort of a "selfish" post.

Honestly? ;]

This is Abraham Lincoln. My favorite president.

Courtesy of Kay, is the Honesty Award!


Naturally, I'd include Kay in here. And she tagged Carly, another one of my favorite bloggers on the scene. I'll "officially" tag, though, all these other great bloggers that make me smile:


~ Jillian from Paper Tigers [I just like the way you write. Tone-wise, it's really awesome.]
~ Dawson from little box of secrets♥ [Everything you write is way cute.]
~ Eleanor from Musings of an Undiscovered Genius [Your writing is also very awesome.]
~ Kayla from kayla hadlington [I followed you because I see your Lookbooks all the time, and your clothes are awesome. Your hair's lovely, too.]
~ Hippie Grandma [Sorry, I don't know your name?] from various last thoughts of the last living unicorn [Your writing is delightful.]

I just have to answer some questions. Honestly. You know, it makes sense, for the 'Honesty Award' and all.


Share one thing that nobody knows about you.
No one? On the face of the earth? I've always thought there was something physically wrong with me. I just don't see it, and it makes me painfully shy. I've noticed that more guys look at me twice nowadays, though. It's kind of nice, to think I might have a chance. :]


What is your biggest regret in life?
I wish I would have been more outgoing, but being "un-outgoing" also saved me from getting into trouble with my mouth. It's not fair to regret things in your life, because regrets are always too late.


What would you do with a thousand dollars?
Save it. It could buy me something someday worth way more than a thousand dollars: security.
Haha. Just kidding. I'd save some of it- right now, I'd put it towards FRANCE. :D


If you could go back in time, would you still pick the person you are with right now?
If you mean my imaginary boyfriend, no. ;]


What do you like or dislike about my (the taggers) blog page?
You can't "dislike" anything on Kay's page. It just isn't right haha. I like how she combines basically everything artistically lovely- pictures, writing, AND music- to make a one-of-a-kind interesting all-the-time blog. :D


Good luck, fantastic bloggers. Keep being honest, and doing what you do best. :]

laser tagging. CHECK.

I keep on hearing/thinking your name. No matter what I'm doing, or dreaming, or thinking about, your name keeps popping up in my head. It's pretty freaking annoying.

It's really odd- like my conscience is screaming at me your name. Over and over again. I'm not sure why- I'm trying to stay a little bit out of your life for awhile, so you can ease back into this "home" life better. Obviously, everything on the inside of me doesn't think the same, and is having a pretty hard time with it.

I'll see you soon, though. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but definitely, definitely, soon. :]