people who speak french

it's 1:20 and i'm not in bed.
as a matter of fact, i'm writing an essay and discovering coffee rings on my school schedule that wasn't there before.
see that third circle? yea, that's me.^^

i'm leaving tomorrow for family vaca. it will have something to do with cider and french braids along with lots of funny jokes. i'm sure.
i should go charge my camera.
and crawl into bed with my little sister.
it's way too cold.
no really. i have two pairs of socks on.

told you.

bonne week-end dears!
-mandy

p.s.-french midterm success! i'm a gonna go make me a pie or something. face.

WHAT WOULD YOU attempt 
to do
IF YOU KNEW YOU COULD NOT FAIL.

the very first moment i beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone. jane austen.

seriously

Dear Blank, Please Blank

May I never be complete.
May I never be content.
May I never be perfect.

Chuck Palahniuk

what kenny wormald does to my heart.

 i went and saw Footloose last friday night.
best ever.

movie starts.
kenny wormald appears. 
swoon.
swoon.
swoon.
movie ends.
swoon.
still swooning.

days later.
also still swooning.

zut alors.

i am way in over my head.

before i die

i am convinced that i will learn to

lindi hop

with my love before i die.

 10.9.2011

irresponsible things i looove to do:

lay in bed for half in hour after i wake up.

never capitolize anything on my blog.

eat cake for breakfast.

procrastinate on papers.

pretend i'm epileptic.

leave the dishes in the sink.

let my phone die on purpose.

talk back to sales people.

skip shower days.

(inspired by kylie.)

“Did I say that she was beautiful? I was wrong. Beauty is too tame a notion; it evokes only faces in magazines. A lovely eloquence, a calming symmetry; none of that describes this woman’s face. So perhaps I should assume I cannot do it justice with words. Suffice it to say that it would break your heart to see her; and it would mend what was broken in the same moment; and you would be twice what you’d been before”

—	Clive Barker

Ode to summer.

i remember the first day it felt like summer this year.
i wore my dress. and barefeet.
i sat on my front stoop and smiled as i closed my eyes and felt the warm sunshine come down on my face. it was like discovering something all over again. something id forgotten.[it was like i was the first person on earth to discover microwave popcorn.]

but behold,
it was just sunshine.

i miss summer.

now october is here. sweet sweet october.
lets go make memories.

Love is not enough

falling all over us

 There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling leaves and remember that it is enough to be taken care of by myself. 
-Brian Andreas

Life was beautiful when i woke up this morning.

partly because the world is changing colours. brava brava!

fall deserves a standing ovation. today and tomorrow and the next day...etc. 

love, mandy. 

Be Good To You
Be yourself, truthfully
Accept yourself, gratefully
Value yourself, joyfully
Forgive yourself, completely
Treat yourself, generously
Balance yourself, harmoniously
Bless yourself, abundantly
Trust yourself, wholeheartedly
Empower yourself, prayerfully
Give yourself, enthusiastically
Express yourself, radiantly
-Tracey Steffy