Au revoir!

And now I say farewell, as I embark on a trip....a trip traveled by many before....

To England and France!

Up, up, and away!

May the halls of Tonbridge School be crammed with cute boys with even cuter accents, and may I return with many a story to tell!

It will be legen-

Wait for it........

Ten bucks say that when you turn around, I say "wow".

Laser tag tomorrooooooooooooooow!

Legendary!

Awesome!

Computer five! 

*waits for you to high five your computer screen*

I can't stop talking in Barneyisms!

I need a vaccine!

Pick-a-little, talk-a-little...

"I would like him to be more interested in me than he's in himself, and more interested in us than in me." -Marion, the librarian

Aw, guuuuuuuuuuuuys. I went and saw "The Music Man" in Zilker Park last night with my Papa, and it was utterly charming! I hadn't listened to the music in ages, and I had practically forgotten how great that musical is. I mean, the score is terrific, and the characters offer depth without trying to be Hamlet, and the story is sweet and funny. 

What's not to like?

There was a rather odd age difference between Marion and Harold Hill, and I liked Marion a lot better than Harold, but overall it was an excellent performance and it couldn't have been more fun to see. 

Go see it, yo!

Also, go see my dad's show, if you haven't already. Because it's LEGENDARY.

Oh, teeheehee. That reminds me of the beautifulocity of Robney, the lengendarious couple of awesomeness that there ever was.

So many made up words, so little time.

Speaking of so little time, I'm ditching this country on the 29th! I can't hardly believe it, I'm so excited! It's funny; I'm going to have to memorize lines while I'm overseas. And then come back to dye my hair! (SO excited about that, ladies and gents. Definitely gonna merit a party.)

Golly gee! There's so much to do! Gotta make sure I do all the things one ought to do in an Austin summer that I haven't done yet (i.e. tea party, being a mall rat, seeing movies).

Who's with me? All for one, and one for all!

Third season, bros and hos!

Yeah, I'm going a little How I Met Your Mother crazy, but it's summer and I'm allowed to. Right?

Right. 

Also, decision made: I usually respect this, but no more. I don't care if you watch the show. I'm quoting it anyway.

It will be legend-

Wait for it.

And I hope you're not lactose intolerant, but the last part of the word is

-Dary.

Legendary.

Yeah.

Once I was sad, but then I decided to be awesome instead. True story.

Seriously, guys, can I be the Barney Stinson of all our friendships?

Because he's awesome. And he suits up.

And what's classier than a guy in a suit?

Maybe I should start wearing a suit. 

No. 

I don't think it works that way for girls. Unless you want a corporate job.

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Anywho, I've figured out romance in the terms of the male characters of How I Met Your Mother. 

All girls want a Barney (chosen for high levels of hotness, amusement potential, and awesomeness) because we know there's a suppressed Ted (devoted romantic who will steal a blue French horn for you) in there, and that if we're right, eventually he'll even out and you'll have a Marshall (adorkable guy worth sticking with through thick and thin). 

Yeah.

This is how I spend my days.

I also made a necklace and knitted a little! 

Go me!

Bikes, and gents, and beads, oh my!

"Her tears will dry when I hand her the keys to our shiny new Australia." -Dr. Horrible

Yeah, I'm just putting up lines from the songs I'm listening to it. Put it in your juice box and suck it!

I think (read: I know) that's my new favorite insult/statement of defiance. I've been saying it a lot while working pre-show for Henry V (for fun), and since ma mere et ma stage manager both get a kick out of it, I persist. 

Did you know that there are few things more disarmingly charming as a very cute boy first talking respectfully to your father and then blowing you a kiss as you leave just as you begin to notice these little freckles on the bridge of his nose which you didn't know notice when you were watching him perform? Well, it's true.

Actually, I think he mistook me for someone else, because he looked all quizzically right after he blew me a kiss, but it was very cute anyway.

Anywhooooooooooo.

My bike just got fixed and I had totally forgotten how much I love that baby! Somebody (*cough* Lauren, you have a bicycle *cough*) should go riding with me. On a day when it is slightly less beastly hot. Like when the sun is setting. Or we could just make the destination of the ride a pool.

And speaking of you, Lauren, email me the Blanton pics. I NEED THEM FOR MY BIZNESS.

Well, I'm off to go see if Legendary Beads will honor a $25 gift certificate that I got for my birthday three years ago!

Ta-ta!

Too-doo-loo!

Oh! That reminds me!

We should have a tea party!

Discuss it with me at a later time! 

Puttin' on the Ritz

Semi-recent pictures of my lady-in-white outfit. (Thematically photographed in my grandmother's blue-and-white room.) I saw those pictures of the Jazz Age picnic on Governor's Island on the Sartorialist, and couldn't help myself!

The hat's my grandmother's and the skirt is from Target. Who knows about the parts!

One more time with feeling...

"Breathing's just a rhythm." -Regina Spektor

I gotta clean this place up! 

Modcloth (my one true love) is having another contest (several, actually), and I have to win AT LEAST ONE.

Right?

Root for me, now.

I feel like a Regina Spektor song: quirky, upbeat, but with a tiny speck of mournful in the center. 

Blah, blah, blah.

I finished Season 1 of How I Met Your Mother and the ending KILLED me. All the boys on that show are so adorable, adorkable, and dumb in their own special way, I wanna hug 'em all.

But especially Neal Patrick Harris! Put that in your juice box and suck it, Max!

No, he's gay.

So I can't really have him.

Damn.

:P

Haha. This is my life. Arguing about a gay guy who I don't even know.

But enough about me. 

What do YOU like about me? 

:D