I GOTTA GET BACK TO BLOGGIN'!!! (and in which I rant about the things I hate. Great way to start the new year, huh?)

Good morning girls, it's Tuesday!

Oh, how I've missed saying that.


BUT BEFORE I GO INTO THAT- I just need to say.
LAURA GRACE BACKUS THAT GIF WAS SO NOT OKAY BECAUSE-BECAUSE BECAUSE, NO NO NO NO I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T GOTTEN THERE YET SO IT DOESN'T MATTER TO YOU BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I DIDN'T WANT HIM TO GO EITHER AND UGH HE HAD TO AND IN THE WORST WAY AND I CRIED SO HARD AND THERE'S NOTHING TO HELP PAIN LIKE THIS JUST LET ME DIE RIGHT NOW.

*Deep breath*
I'm sorry. I just can't handle that show sometimes. All of the times. I need to make a petition to kill both Steven Moffat and Russell T. Davies. It needs to happen.

Steven Moffat everyone.

Just. Just... what? Who says that? That's messed up.


Anyway, Laura, I really liked your post because it was inspiring and I do believe we own that book and I shall read it now. It seems very interesting but I feel like it's going to be a huge guilt trip for me because I'm an extremely lazy, introverted person who doesn't like doing anything at all. This may be a problem.

Have I mentioned how much I hate posting after you, Laura? I just do. It's so not fair.

Ugh. I hate life. Can I just say that? I'm just in one of those moods right now. I'm in pain, I'm tired, my hands are cold, Kacey Musgraves is telling me to do drugs and I just want to die. Especially after seeing that GIF Laura posted. Why must life be so difficult?
AUGH.

I'm trying to be happy, really I am. I just feel like December isn't a good month for me. I dunno. Especially after the holidays. I'm already in post-Christmas Depression. It sucks. Like a dementor.

I mean, there is things for me to happy about. Namely:
Micah's home
I got some pretty sweet Christmas presents
I have a warm house and good food to eat
I'm going ice skating tomorrow
I'm seeing you girls on Saturday!
I'm going shopping today, and even though it involves leaving the house, I'm getting Laura her Christmas gift, so it's alright ^.^

I just have mixed feelings about living. I mean, there are so many things to hate, and so many things to love. I mean, obviously life is one of our greatest gifts and I'd never like kill myself or anything, but sometimes I just get tired of doing that same things all the time. It's probably just cuz I'm an introverted nerd who doesn't like interacting, and that's perfectly okay with me, but sometimes I wish I actually appriciated the life I have and I actually went out and Did Hard Things. 

Jeez. I need to stop being so depressing all the time. 

We're on our way to a New Years party at the moment (I'm doing this off Grace's smart phone) and I'm wearing my Doctor Who t-shirt. Loud and proud ;) 

I know this is megashort and pretty lame, and not as nice and cool and put together as Laura's, but I'm just not having a good time of the month and am extremely sleep-deprived and just got back from shopping for like four hours (Laura, your gift is UH-MAY-ZING. You're welcome) and am not in the mood to talk. Although I am extremely thankful to be back to blogging! It's wonderful. More or less. 

I hope you all have fantastic evenings and  a great new year! I mean, we'll see you tomorrow, but still. 

Rosie, can't wait to read your post tomorrow! 

xoxo, Mercy

We're baaaaaack!

Greetings!
    IT'S MONDAYYY AND ITS LAURA'S DAY TO POST AGAIN AREN'T Y'ALL EXCITED?? (Even though I secretly suspect no one reads my posts completely, and if they do they don't totally understand them). I missed Our Thoughts Are Stars. I missed reading Mercy, Rose, and Grace's posts, and laughing and commiserating and getting that funny warm feeling of friendship in my stomach whenever one of the girls wrote something especially profound, something that put into words the things I have been thinking for the longest time. I miss getting texts from Grace or Mercy saying "I posted! I almost didn't, but I did! Go read it :)". I miss nagging Rose to write on Wednesdays, and her vice-versa-ing me on Mondays. I miss all the GIFs and pictures- which reminds me, here is your Weekly Dose of Jared Padalecki:

Practically perfect in every way :)

But I did not spend my winter break pining after OTAS- gurl please. I am much more of a neurotically productive person than that.
    I did a lot of texting. I (finally!) got my acceptance letter from Elms College. I reread The Fault in Our Stars and saw different parts of the book in a new way and became even more stoked for the movie in June. I spent time with a few good friends. I watched Bride & Prejudice twice- Grace and Mercy, if you haven't seen B&P then you need to on Saturday. We can have a cuddly movie day on my couch and eat my mom's wonderful food.
    I also acquired a pair of fleece-lined sweatpants. They fit like leggings -but y'all can't make fun of me for wearing Leggings As Pants since they are sweatPANTS- and they are soso warm and soft and, unlike leggings, they do not emphasize every imperfection in my pelvic girdle region. I'm somewhat fangirling over their cloudy softness at the moment. Don't judge me. You must allow me to tell my fleece-lined sweats how ardently I admire and love them. And never want to take them off. ;)
    But in between the movie-watching and sleepovers, the shopping and present-opening, I put down TFiOS and picked up this book I borrowed from Sally back in July (you know Sally? She's slightly tall and has a distinct voice and giggles at everything?). It's called Do Hard Things and was written by Alex and Brett Harris, 19-year-old twin brothers from the Pacific Northwest. The tagline of the book is "A teenage rebellion against low expectations," and the boys write about just that- how people are expecting less and less out of teenagers, how we are basically adults treated like children who believe the lie that we cannot do anything extraordinary in our youth except navigate the Internet, sleep around, and watch Netflix 24/7. Perusing this book has led me to two conclusions about myself:
1) I am moderately more productive than your stereotypical 12th grader, in the sense that I usually respect my parents, have no STDs, a GPA of 3.9, have been on multiple mission trips, am a blood, tissue, and organ donor, occasionally give to WorldVision, and put extra change in the "Help The Philippines after Typhoon Haiyan" box at Panda Express, and
2) I waste a lot of my time doing meaningless things when I could be glorifying God in all my actions if I would just listen to where He wants me to be. Also, I don't spend enough time outside of my comfort zone.
    Part of me wishes I had read this book when I was a young teenager (I recommend you girls read DHT as soon as you can) but I am also glad I didn't, because I think it would have greatly changed my past three years of high school, and I kind of really like the person I have become because of those memories and experiences. But right now, exactly three weeks before my eighteenth birthday, I think I am ready to Do some more Hard Things. Things outside of my comfort zone and the cultural norm. Anyway, that is one of my New Year's resolutions- do you, the other three-quarters of the Foursome as well as our lovely readers, have any goals for 2014? I dearly want to hear about them. Tell us in the comments or shoot us an email- as for my fave girls, I expect you to tell me in your next blog posts.
    That's right. I'm Raising the Expectations for Modern Day Teens, right here, right now. And if you have any ideas as to what sort of Hard Things I could accomplish in the upcoming year, by all means let me know. :)
     I wanted to close this post out with a couple of wonderful songs I have recently found on the Tumblr and the YouTube, both of which I intend to listen to as the old year turns into the new:

  

Well, this is my last post of 2013. And just so you all know,

I had to.

--Laura :)

Let the day hold something special

Dear Laura, Rose, Mercy and whoever else might be reading this, 

Only 6 more days 'til Christmas! I'm so excited and so this post is going to be about that. But first I have somethings that I have to say. 

We will be taking next week off due to the big holiday that all four of us spend so much time celebrating. So many parties to go to, so many gifts to buy and wrap, all that food that needs to be made, church services to attend. Then we have Christmas Eve and Christmas Day and Rose and Mercy should not have to be burdened to write on those days. Not that writing on here is a burden. But it's Christmas. We shall return on the 30th with Laura posting again and straight into the New Year we shall fly and it shall be exciting to hear everyones thoughts on that. 

Laura, I loved your post. I can't remember what it was about, but I remember texting you about it after I had read it and saying how much I liked it so it must have been good. Also I am singing everything I am typing as I type it. Just thought you'd appreciate that. 

Mercy, your post was beautiful. I enjoyed all of those Kili and Hunter gif's. Also, I claimed Tom Hiddles long before you did. And that Cinderella guy. 

Rose. You're post was absolutely fantastic. It was really really fantastic. I adore Chris Eccelston and I miss him. But I also adore David Tennent and I shall miss him too. But I'll probably end up adoring Matt Smith. I hate this. 

Anyway, please listen to this song. I'm sure you've all heard it before. 

Ignoring the fact that this is Taylor Swift (our very favorite) and the choice of wording her lyrics and the oh so peppy tune, I actually like this song. No, I actually like the idea of the song. 

I love Christmas. I love the Christmas spirit, I love Christmas music and I love baking and cooking. Shopping and being secretive. I love putting up the Christmas tree and blaring Harry Connick's Christmas concert. I love when all the college kids come home and we stay up to late and laugh to much and it's just great. I'm very excited. But like this song says: as great as those things are, that's not what Christmas is about. Shopping is fun and food is fantastic but that's not what it's about. 

Christmas is about Jesus Christ's birthday and celebrating the time that he came to earth to save us from all of our sins. I know that we all know this because this is a basic fact in the Christian religion and even for non-christians this is something well known but we still forget about it and get side-tracked.

We get so caught up in all of it

Business and relationships

Hundred mile an hour lives

And it's this time of year

And everybody's here

It seems the last thing on your mind 

Is that the day holds something special
Something holy, not superficial
So here's to Jesus Christ who saved our lives

And all those things are great and they are the things that I mentioned above that I love so much but I think we need to pull away from those things a bit and just focus on Christ and what he's done for us. You know how you count down to your birthday and it's one of your very favorite days of the year because everything is about you and people tell you how awesome you are and how glad they are that you were born? Well this is the birthday of the guy who saved your life. And we're all caught up in the best deals at Macy's and what cookies we're going to make and what time our sister comes home from school. 

I've always kind of brushed advent off as something that we do at church. They light the candles every week and they read a nice bible verse and they talk about preparing for Christmas but I never really thought much else about through the month. Well this year I'm trying to slow down and take time to really think about this season. I'm doing an advent devotional on my phone and it takes like, 5 minutes to do but it's really nice to just take a few minutes to stop what I'm doing and think about what happened. The other it talked about Mary and Elizabeth and it made me think about them differently. Mary was like 13 and after the angel told her that she was going to have a baby she composed a song and sang. I think that if I had been in that position I would have cried. I would never have thought to write a song and sing it out. I would have been stunned and afraid and the awesomeness of Mary inspires me to be willing to do what God calls me to. Even if it was having a baby at an extremely young age and then knowing it was the son of God and having to take care of him while he grew up and then watching him get crucified on a cross and knowing that not only was he my son, and the son of God, and he was the savior of the whole entire world and all the people who had come before me and were coming after me. 

That's crazy. I can't even fathom that. And small things like that, help me put into perspective the whole thing. The whole awesome crazy fantastic-ness of it all. God is crazy. And amazing. 

On a completely different note that has nothing to do with God or Christmas, I had a dream with Tom Hiddelston in it last night. He was helping me fight dragons. And we could fly. That's also crazy. And amazing. 

Anyway, I hope you have a great weekend and that next week is crazy and amazing. Even if you don't celebrate Christmas. Have a great week whatever holiday you celebrate or if you don't celebrate any of them I hope it's a good week. We'll see you in a little over a week with Laura's next post <3 Grace

PS- who decided that red and green were Christmas colors? 

It's my Wednesday....FANTASTIC!

It's hump day!                                                                                                                                                  

I watched the Empty Child on Friday, and now I'm going through Christopher Eccleston withdrawals again so I've decide in this post I'm going to over use every Christopher Eccleston gif ever because it's my Wednesday and I'm gonna do what I want.

Laura your post was

But really, I absolutely loved it! And I'm glad to hear you're doing good even though I totally knew you were because I live in the same house as me.

Mercy, your post was

And it made me smile, except I totally called dibs on Benedict Cumberpatch looonnnngggg before you did.

And Gracie, your post was

It totally had that John Green thing going on because it made me want to rethink my entire life! And in reply to your post I'm doing pretty fantastic myself. And I'm going to make a list of all the fantastic things in my life because, again, it's my Wednesday.

1. Christmas is a week from today and Christmas eve is a week from yesterday and boxing day is week from tomorrow and I'm pretty freaking excited. Not to mention it's the only day in a year that it's socially except able to wear your pajamas all day. And since I do that every day I'm pretty happy.

     

2. All of my siblings are home which is pretty great. (And pretty not great at the same time.)

3. I started listening to All Time Low again, which is great because I love them, but it's awful because it reminds me of the 7th grade which I hated, but whatever I love them.

4. I'm done school until next year tomorrow!!!!!!

Anyway Gracie, I'm doing pretty great. How are you my darling burrito?

So this post is pretty much done. But before it is I'm going to spam you with more Christopher Eccleston.

Gurl please

And here's an my favorite All Time Low song because it's stuck in my head.

Goodbye my darling foursome! I can't wait for your post tomorrow Gracie! -Rosie

This gurl gets sidetracked easily.

Good morning girls, it's Tuesday.

I want you here with me, like how I pictured it, so I don't have to keep imagining!

Oops, sorry, my music affects my writing sometimes. Ignore that.

All your pasts posts were lovely, even if I can't remember half of them. Laura, I did enjoy your post a lot, and guess what? We watched Psych: The Musical last night too! Although your last night was Sunday night, while my last night was Monday night. I absolutely adored the psych musical. It's my favorite crime show turned into a musical, and everyone knows I wish my life was a musical (but I mean, with all the singing I do on a regular basis, my life could be a musical and I just can't tell the difference) so all in all- I really, really enjoyed watching Lassie prance around singing, and Gus tap-dance with a Jamaican accent and Jules singing her beautiful bravado voice she has and probably best of all- Chief doing choreographed dancing with Police officers while she sang. Like, just... #winning.

Anyway, like my last post, it is snowing again today! And I have a snow day at my other school, and Abbie is home and I'm wearing a sweater with a panda bear on it and we have homemade cookies in the pantry and a jar full (or not so full) of chocolate kisses on top of our fridge and so, Grace, I am doing very fantastic. The only not-so fantastic thing right now is- my hands are freezing. And it's rather hard to type when your fingers are so cold and stiff you can barely move them. But I shall conquer this!

IF THIS ROOM WAS BURNIN', I WOULDN'T EVEN NOTICE! CUZ YOU BEEN TAKIN' UP MY MIND WITH YOUR LITTLE WHITE LIES, LITTLE WHITE LIES!

*Sighs* Again, my music is affecting my writing. Please ignore that one as well.

On the subject of music, I'd like to tell you all about this wonderful man named John Legend.

Okay, I have no idea if he's actually a nice person, but his song All Of Me is absolutely perfect and I am going to dance to it at my wedding. Also, his song You & I (Nobody In The World) is pretty amazing... and sweet and adorable.

While we're on the subject of wedding songs, I'm going to dance to So This Is Love from Cinderella, but not the Cinderella version. I'm going to dance to that version by that guy.

this guy.

WITH that guy. MHM. Grace knows what I'm talkin' 'bout.

While we're on the subject of marrying people, I have too many men that I want to marry. It's ridiculous. Maybe I'll move to Utah and become a reversed polygamist! 

I mean, the list is endless- pretty much. 

1) Kili 

But everyone knows this would ACTUALLY say 'Gurl' because real gentlemen don't swear

 This man. I swear, we shall be married, one of theses days. As soon as he hops out of his little fictional world and meets me and falls despretley in love with my gorgeous face and shining personality. Then we can get married

2) Hunter Freaking Hayes 

 THIS. BOY. My words can't even express how much I love him. Ugh. 

Not to mention: 

3) Harry Styles

4) Tom Hiddleston

5) Benedict Cumberbatch

6) David Tennant 

7) The Disney Dude

8) Ashton Irwin

I CAN'T EVEN. WHY MUST THEY ALL BE SO FREAKING PERFECT?!?!

 AND LIKE WHY AM I SUCH A FANGIRL? WHY CAN'T I BE NORMAL? I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS!!!!!!!!!!

 I NEED TO STOP BUT I JUST... CAN'T. 

*deep breaths* I'm okay. But that's all for today. It HAS to be all. Or else. 

Rose, I CAN'T wait to read your post tomorrow!

xoxo, Mercy

Just a starving high school senior

Greetings, people of earth,

Grace, this is what I thought of when I read your post on Thursday. It's not even like I watch Friends on a daily basis, but in the Laura Backus Book of Law you simply cannot ask someone how they are doing without channeling your inner Joey Tribbiani.
    Anyway. I'm doing good.
    Except Grace said I couldn't just say "I'm good" so I'm going to elaborate. Sorry if this is another Deep Post, ladies (actually I'm not sorry. I am who I am).
   

     I watched Psych the Musical last night, so I'm in a 70% good mood. I know Grace and Mercy haven't seen it yet so I won't go into detail, except to say it was a worthwhile waste of my Sunday night.
    The other 30% of my mood is pretty much the same as it's always been. I am starting to comprehend that no matter what I do, some part of me is always going to be very dark and serious. Wanna know something morbid and unethical? Death and the Afterlife fascinate me. I don't worry about dying, so I worry about other things, things like sticking to my guns when I'm out on my own next year, and getting my acceptance letter from Elms College (they said it would be here in mid-December. Today is the exact middle day of the month, and if it doesn't come today there will be blood). Is that normal?
    Also, I've developed this unhealthy habit of starving and then eating nonstop. I think it's because half the time I'm too busy to eat, the other half I have nothing to do, so I raid the kitchen. Either I have a tapeworm, or I'm finally hitting my growth spurt. I bite my nails when I'm hungry, too.
    Otherwise, I think I'm doing okay, Gracie. I laugh a lot more now, and I'm getting into shape- my neighbor and I have started running together (out goal is to have sexy runner's legs by the spring). I still hate being by myself. Even if I'm reading a book I have to be around other people. If I curl up in the chair in my room alone, with the Fellowship of The Ring -I am currently perusing it and it is simply fantastic- the silence overwhelms me and I start to think too much. Half the time my thoughts are brilliant, the other half they bring me down- I'm such a bundle of contradictions sometimes that it makes me want to either tear my hair out or go running in a field while listening to Mumford and Sons- I'm weird and self-absorbed, right?
    I'm bet you're glad you asked how I was doing, Grace. On a happier note I have been knitting like crazy, and people are even starting to pay me for it! Chateau de Backus has been blasting Christmas music nonstop- all my favorites, such as Michael Buble, Straight No Chaser, and George Winston's piano solos. I have been watching plenty of Doctor Who, White Christmas, and Ferris Bueller's Day Off. The snow here is beautiful. Last night I walked Laura J home, and her driveway was littered with icicles that had fallen from the trees, and they glittered like diamonds in the moonlight. I have a serious love affair with moonlight. It makes everything more meaningful; no wonder so many people fall in love under the light of a full moon. Last night it shone off the snow and iced-over tree branches, bathing everything in a blue light and making the frozen trees sparkle like stars. I didn't know something could be so beautiful. I came to the conclusion that the Creator of our world is so awe-inspiring, even the cold winter's night brings glory to Him with all of its splendor.
    Well, that's all I have for today kids. According to my official birthday countdown, I turn eighteen in five weeks (!!!). Mercy, I can't wait to hear how you are doing tomorrow.
--Laura :)  

How are you?

Dear Laura, Mercy, Rose and whoever else might be reading this, 

Laura, I enjoyed your post. It was red and cheery and short and it wasn't whimsical, thoughtful, or long like usual and I appreciate that. Mercy, I was very excited about the snow as well though I didn't get as much of a snow day as you did which was rather depressing as all my public/private schooled friends texted me about all the fun things they were doing. 

Rose, reading your post made me so upset. Just ask Mercy. That list made me so annoyed just reading through it. Please don't ever do that again. 

Last night, after Mercy and I had read your post Rose, I was complaining about how none of you left anything for me to go off of and Mercy replied: "it's not our job to give you something to write about." which at the moment was annoying and I probably said something mean back but now as I'm trying to think of something to write about it realized that she was right and that it's not your job. It would be nice, but it is not your duty. Neither to me, your country or your heart. (How weird would that be?) This blog is letters to each other right? So what is the number one question asked in letters? How are you? Usually the answer is 'I'm good, how are you?' but that's an annoying and stupid answer. It's not even grammatically correct. How are you gurls doing? And I won't take 'I'mgoodhowareyou?' for an answer. It's rushed, automatic, and stupid. I'm doing alright, some of my friends are having dramatic, emotional issues that I get to listen to and though I appreciate that they come and talk to me about it, it does get a little tiring and stressful. But I try and push it to the back of my mind when I can and focus on what's happening in the here and now. I do the advent calendar with Lydia on the computer, I play "12 days of Christmas" far to loud and sing at the top of my lungs with Ethan and Lydia and I've been trying to enjoy this season. Though I've found myself on Tumblr wayyyyy to much, I have been happier this week than what I was last time I posted. And I'm super excited for this weekend. We're going to see The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug tomorrow and then we're having a girls afternoon going shopping for Christmas dresses and out to lunch with a friend while Ethan is at a birthday party sleepover and then on Saturday we're making abundant amounts of cookies for the neighbors and on Sunday is the youth group semi-formal Christmas party. We all get to dress up and hangout and do a white elephant gift swap and the girls look elegant and the boys look dapper and it's so much fun.  

So now I want you to tell me, how are you doing? What are you excited or not excited for? What is happening in your life that is putting you in the Christmas spirit or what are things that are sucking your Christmas spirit right down the drain (besides a dementor)? Rose, you're not allowed to answer that question about having your spirit sucked out. 

For dinner I'm making Alton Browns Mac and chess which I heard from the Backus mother is very fantastic and I'm excited. So I shall end this post so I can watch Ellen and then make dinner. <3 Grace

Ps- sorry for the shortness but that's all I got for today. 

Rose has nothing to write about so she's just ranting.

It's hump day ladies (and other people who may be reading this who aren't ladies....).

Mercy, I found your post very entertaining. Laura, I would share my opinions on your post, but that would provoke an argument that I don't really want to deal with right now. Gracie, as always (ASDFGHJKL;') your post was

Anyway, I have nothing to write about. Nothings really going on in my life. Well, Mary-Kate's coming home on Friday. That's pretty much it.

I'm very tempted to end this post right now, but I know what all of your reactions would be. Mercy's reaction would probably start  yelling and or throwing punches. Laura lives in the same house as me, so she would probably give me a lecture that I don't want to hear. And Grace probably wouldn't care,  So I should probably find something to post about lest I want to endure the wrath of Mercy. Because honestly, who is the worst member of the foursome to annoy? Curly-Q is the obvious answer. Although, I don't think I've ever truly seen pissed off Gracie....and I'm not sure I want to....so anyway, since the year is drawing to a close I think I'm going to take this opportunity to rant about all the things that have annoyed me in the past year. So I guess I do have something to post about...

-The stupid government. LIKE HONESTLY WHAT KIND OF ORGINAZATION JUST SHUTS DOWN BECAUSE THEY CAN'T MAKE A DESCION? AND I KNOW I'M 14, AND I CAN'T VOTE, BUT I'VE LIVED IN THIS COUNTRY FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE, I THINK I HAVE SOME KIND OF RIGHT TO COMPLAIN ABOUT HOW IT'S RUN! I WISH I COULD JUST SHUT DOWN EVER TIME I CAN'T MAKE A DESCION! ASDFGHJKL;'

-Milwaukee. I'm not to get into why I hate Milwaukee because it's kind of a long story...well, long story short I thought  Milwaukee was a state for my entire life, and now I'm mad at Milwaukee and all the Milwaukeeians for not telling me that it's a city...yeah.....I'M HOMESCHOOLED OKAY! I HAVE AN EXCUSE!

-Tea.

-Highschool.

-The Hunger Games.

-Mannequins. Ever since I watched the first episode of Doctor Who, I've hated Mannequins. Not to mention, why do they have to make them look so life like? It's just creepy.

-Canada.

-Brain freezes.

-Facebook.

-CHRISTOPHER ECCLESTON FOR LEAVING DOCTOR WHO AND MAKING ME DIE INSIDE.

-Yams. Do you know how often I get Yams confused with sweet potatoes? I hate yams. They don't even taste good. I just HATE YAMS.

-Those girls.

-Creepy Harry Potter fanfiction that pops up on my dashboard and freaks the crap out of me.

-Twilight.

-Santa. I mean really, he only works one day a year, and spend the rest of his time judging people. What kind of example is he setting for children?

-The Red Sox.

-When I put too little or too much cream in my coffee and them try to fix it. IT NEVER WORKS AND THEN I HAVE TERRBLE COFFEE AND I JUST CAN'T.

-Mint Oreos.

-Turtles.

-Robin Thicke.

-When people over use the term YOLO.

Wait, on the subject of YOLO, you have to see this SNL skit.

Anyway, I should probably go because this list is probably too long for my own good. Grace, I'm looking forward to your post tomorrow!

Mercy's FREAKING excited (and this post sucks to no end)

GOOD MORNING GIRLS, IT'S TUESDAY!

A FANTASTIC, BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL, CHILLY, WHITE, SNOWFLAKEY, SOFT, COLD, VERY VERY WHITE TUESDAY! (That didn't sound racist at all)

WANNA KNOW WHY I'M WRITING IN ALL CAPS?! BECAUSE IT'S SNOWING OUT AND I DON'T HAVE TO GO TO THE ACADEMY AND ITS COLD AND WE PUT OUR CHRISTMAS TREE UP LAST NIGHT AND THE SING-OFF PREMIERED AND ITS SNOWING AND NO SCHOOL! THIS MAKES ME. SO. FREAKING. EXCITED.

THIS IS ME RIGHT NOW. ALL OF THESE. ALL. OF. THEM.




 *Several Hours Later*
DEAR LORD I am exhausted. I don't even know why. I'm just tired.
ALL YOUR POSTS WERE LOVELY! I loved yours, Laura, because it was short and normal and not fantastically written or thought-provoking or really like any of your regular posts that make the rest of us seem like poo-poo writers. So I thank you for that. (in my mind: YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO WRITE A SHORT POST LIKE YOU DID, BUT YOU DID, BUT YOU DID! AND IIIIII THAANKK YOUUU!!! I hate those commercials.)
Grace, yours was so good so much to the point that I was like "GOSH DARNIT SHUT UP ALREADY!" because you're a great writing and I just suck.
ROSIE- we are the same person. the end.

Other than that, I really have nothing to say. At all. This is awkward. MMM idea time.
Let's see what my Pinterest news-feed has to offer.....

This is my Pinterest news-feed. Pretty grand, indeed.
IS THIS SAD THAT THIS IS ALL I HAVE TO SAY?! CUZ IT'S TRUE. I'M BEING A LAZY BUTT INTROVERT TODAY AND DON'T WANT TO DO ANYTHING ESPECIALLY NOT BLOG. SORRY NOT SORRY. Okay, I am actually sorry. Really I am.
ROSE. Do better than me, will you?
xoxo, Mercy