I'm ready.

It's a Monday.
    Also, gurls, I got a haircut.

 and I feel bald. The grand total was 12 inches but I'm still getting used to not having to pull my hair through the neck holes of all my shirts. I still have enough for a teeny tiny ponytail, and I kind of love it.

OKAY. THE 100TH POST WAS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL. It was just like one of our telephone calls, where we all talk over each other and say completely unrelated, borderline creepy things. Definitely an anniversary post I would not have had any other way. I cannot wait for our one year-aversary post on September 23rd (I had to go back to our first post to remember the date and of course I read it through and became very nostalgic and proud of how differently we all write six months later).

    Mercy, your post was wonderful and full of Psych. Reading it made me miss the show, even before it ended (best. Finale. Ever. Agh).
    Rose- thank you immensely for our special tour of your Mind Palace on Wednesday. Never have I been more impressed or creeped out by you. And you know that says something.

   

So, I honestly had no idea what to post about today. Usually I have a pretty good idea when I wake up on Monday morning what I'll be writing about, but today I woke up before my alarm and it was snowing softly and Pippin (my kitty) was cat-spooning with me and everything felt too perfect to put into words. 

    And then my hormones kicked in and I went on Facebook and became insecure and school was boring and I didn't even finish because I was 500% done with how boring all of it was. And it slowly crept up on me like spring sunshine, dawned like those inklings I get that can only come from God because I'm so indecisive.

     I believe, although I am not totally sure yet, that I'm ready. Ready to leave.

    I think what I'm experiencing is something everyone must go through at the end of their senior year. I feel as if I have outgrown my life, and I am not even sad about being too old for it all, unashamedly counting down the four or so months until I head to college.

    I'm not mad, or upset, or depressed. I'm just tired of all of everything, and I know I'm being told it's time for me to move on into the next phase of my life. I love my family, but it's time for me to have my wide open space- to start a little world they can never be a part of in the same way that they have been for my entire life. I love my friends- I have lots of very...nice friends. People I hang out with outside of youth group sometimes, who aren't bad people, I just can't really open up and be my real self around most of them. I know we'll all go our separate ways, branching out and making new friends and meeting first loves and, realistically, forgetting about each other. And that's okay. I am beyond grateful for my nice, normal friends, the ones who I never really leaned on but whiled away Friday nights with, creating teenage memories bathed in a funny golden light.

    I'm accepting these things are going to change. I'm okay with no longer feeling left out and inadequate in a high schooler way. I'm okay with leaving behind childhood friends, and family drama, and meeting people who don't still see me as the chubby 10-year-old with a homeschooler haircut and an inhaler.

     There are, of course, the things I love and never ever want to leave behind. There are my long-term friends- The Foursome, my neighbor-friend (and spooning buddy;) and Rachel the Opera Singer and Miss Megan and maybe the boy I danced in a thunderstorm with once, and a few more recent kindred spirits who have yet to heap memories upon me. And there's family dinners and my brother's overprotective nerd friends and all the places I made these memories at- my childhood bedroom, my church, Starbucks, Cape Cod, the wall down at the street corner. I'm sad to leave all of this but I know I have to, and I know when I come back and visit everything will be different, because for the first time I will have lived my life away from these people and places.

    So, what am I to do for the next four months? Start saying goodbye. This past weekend was my last quiz team meet, and I got a little teary-eyed in my last ever quiz, and I got a bookmark when they honored the seniors and made us stand up and give sage advice, and my team made me hold our third place trophy when we posed for awkward pictures. Thank God I feel outgrown now, so I can start letting go- chopping off most of my hair and forgiving myself and learning not to be ashamed of my past. 

    I know, y'all are probably tired of hearing me harp on about 12th grade and Senioritis and SHU. But, you know what else I have realized? I'm not ashamed to be an inconvenience. I've spent most of my life being afraid to make people deal with me, not letting them invest time in me, because why would they really want to? But now I am done burning with shame, forsaking the grace God has given me since the day I first drew breath. So, I'm going to be posting a lot about letting go, and saying goodbye, and crying over all this change, and y'all are just going to have to deal with all of me. I am an imperfect, self-absorbed person who occasionally has to impose on other people- just like everyone else.

    You know what this post makes me think of?

    Gurls, I love this blog and I love how different we all are and I cannot wait to read what y'all have to say, this week and the next and maybe even forever :)

JarPad says goodbye too. #weeklydose

also last week's dose because I forgot

--Laura :)

THE 100TH POST

So. I (Grace) have no idea what we want to do for this awesome milestone but we should do something awesome.... but I started this just to have.


WHAT IF WE JUST ALL HAVE A CONVERSATION AND THEN POST THAT??? and then people can see the real side of our unfiltered minds. *shudders* maybe that's not a good idea. but really, like just ask each other questions and then try and answer for each other or something... idk. I'm kinda just typing what ever my mind thinks. like if I was actually talking to you girls. just imagine my awkward voice and my squinty Asian like eyes and you'll get the idea ^.^

so yeah I guess just post your ideas, I know I started a message to but whatever. and then even if we need to stop at 99 and not post again until this master post is done that's fine with me.

OKAY EVERYBODY GRAB THEIR OWN FONT SO WE KNOW WHO'S WHO. I (Laura) am surprised and overjoyed that we reached the 100th post! I feel like OTAS is a journey, and it certainly has been an adventure for these past six months, getting to post with my three favorite females. I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you <3

which reminds me...
anyway, I don't really know what to say, except that after being two-thirds of the way through the Lord of The Rings trilogy I have decided that us four are the Hobbits. Mercy is Pippin because she has no filter and eats anything and everything. Rose is Merry, Pippin's bff who is slightly quieter and more sensible, as well as dark and clever. Grace is Frodo- the most sensible and laid back, with a serious side and a keen sense of responsibility (I see those qualities in you, girlie, and I ardently admire and love them). And I'm Sam because I'm an overemotional mama bear with extreme senses of loyalty and duty. Also YOU DON'T HARM MY PEEPS BECAUSE IF YOU DO I WILL WHACK YOU WITH A FRYING PAN and then apologize. In conclusion, if we are the Hobbits then OTAS has been our quest (sorta) and it has been a pleasure, really :)
I guess this really is an unfiltered conversation. I shudder, yet anticipate what Rosie and Mercy have to say.

I'M TAKING THIS AWESOME TYPE-WRITER LIKE FONT CUZ ITS COOL AND TYPE-WRITER LIKE! This is Curly-Q, just for your information :D GRACIE POO! THIS IS FOR YOU! 

THEY ARE SO CUTE I CAN'T GET OVER IT! And when they're like singing in the car I just explode with feels. Too much. It's too much. and C.A.P IS SO JUST I LITERALLY CANT OKAY IMMA STOP NOW UGH.


Is it weird that I got all warm and fuzzy when I read what y'all had already written? I agree with Laura that this has been in incredible experience so far and I couldn't have asked for better blogging... people. I feel like I know you girls so much better and yet I'm always learning more at every post. I get so excited every Monday when I remember that the cycle starts again and I love each of your different styles of writing (or GIF placement) that comes out in each post. We've all had our share of emotionally wrecked, done with life posts. We've all had overly excited, way to many pictures or GIFs posts and we've all had the ones that are sprinkled with words of wisdom that came from who knows where and it's really exciting and cool to see.

I'm using the Georgia font.  So y'all had better here everything I say in a southern accent. This is Rose by the way. You probably assumed because I'm the only one who hasn't written yet. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT ASSUMING! To Laura I would like to say I agree with the hobbit thing, but I heard that in the outernet* so you already know how I feel about that. Grace, I too have a horrible case of the warn fuzzies. I know you're all like "WHAT? ROSE IS FEELING?" It's true I do that sometimes. But only sometimes. Mercy, WHY IS K POP SO FANTASTIC? I MEAN IT MAKES NO SENSE TO ME BECAUSE I CAN'T SPEAK THAT LANGUAGE! Okay, Rose is done for now.

*The outernet is another word for the cold and dark sadness some people refer to as "reality".  It has it's origins from tumblr. It comes from the word, so often used in the twenty-first century, the Internet. 

WAIT MAYBE I'M NOT DONE! I have a question for my wifey: remember when we rewrote a Whole New World from Aladdin but we replaced the actual lyrics with lyrics relating to Plushenko (I can feel Laura and Grace groan while as I mention our dear Russian figure skater) you know what I'm talking about, right? I can't remember the other words. All I can remember is:

I can show you Plushenko

Shining, shimmering, flamboyant,

Tell me Shenko, now when did you last shank all the other competitors?

A whole new Plushenko

BUT WHAT COMES NEXT? I can remember what comes after that line, but I can't remember that line! ASDFGHJKL;'




Is this my (Laura's) font? I think so. Also, little sister, you have no idea how much self control I had to exert in order to not delete those ghastly lyrics above from our 100th post. Also, Mercy, I read the typewriter font in a monotone, robotic voice in my head. It's very vintage and alluring, but I read it the way I read it because that's how God made me. Also, Grace, you're adorable. That is all :)

Aw thanks Laurabear, I think you're pretty adorable as well ^.^ 

I think we need some sort of stopping point that we try and get to because otherwise, this could go on for all eternity and we did promise our readers that this was being published on Thursday. But I honestly don't care if it really does go on for all eternity. Because I could probably live in eternity with you and not kill you all. But actually.... it would kind of depend on how much the above song was being sung.... and I have a feeling that it would be sung way to much. So maybe I couldn't live in eternity with you 3. But I'm going to stop now before Laura takes away my 'adorable' title 

About 16 hours later

GUYS!! It's over. Psych is over for all eternity. It was a truly perfect ending but it doesn't make it any less hard to say goodbye. Laura, you are Lassie. Not only are you rude and sarcastic and pretend to hate us, but I think that if you just let it go, you'd look just like a pirate too. And we all know that you're the one who holds us all together in your own snarky way. And as much as you say 'I hate you all' you really just want to get in the large cinnamon roll hug with us. Mercy is clearly Gus. Emotional, crybaby, doesn't want kids, addicted to sugar and she even has bad dreams nightly and then complains about how tired she is all day long. I'm Shawn. In a way. Best friends with Mercy, a little more sensible than her in some ways, but quick to be crazy and not care that people are watching. Some times, with some people, it's hard to let them know how much I actually care. And sometime, with other people (Laura/Lassie) it's easy to tease them about it all the time but never actually tell them that underneath it all, I really respect them for who they are. And Rose, you're Henry. Hard to please sometimes but always ready for a hug. But maybe you're chief Vick who is perpetually grouchy but you still love us (especially Mercy and I) and you put up with our antics. But hmmm, maybe that's actually Laura. POINT IS. I love them all and I wish I was best friends with both the characters and the actors. Excuse me while I muddle through the rest of the day trying not to eat to much pineapple and sobbing happy tears of beautiful pain.

I (Rose) may or may not have just stolen the part were Mercy's supposed to write but whatever. 

Slalom dearest, you fangirl so eloquently. Personally though, I don't think I'm Henry or chief Vick because I simply to ridiculous. Actually, I think I'm probably Yang. Because lets be honest if any of us was to go crazy it would be me. My mental state is very fragile, and it's contingent on fictional characters and fictional places. Not to mention I have totally thought about killing people. Why did I say that? That sounds really awful. I swear I have never seriously considered murder! I don't want to really kill anyone I swear! 

And Laura you know you love the Shanko song so don't even start with me.
And Grace is right we should probably stop this post at some point. Okay I'm done. 

ROSE! You're so right! Dude you know yourself so much better than I do :P 

I just have to say a shout out to our newest follower Charlotte ^.^ I don't remember if we did a shout out when Johanna or The Big Bad Wolf joined, but welcome to all you dear people. This blog is a bit crazy (as you can probably tell from this post alone) but it's crazy in a good way. Charlotte, you're the bomb and I'm glad that you're part of our fandom. 'cause it makes it that much more awesome of a fandom. Johanna and Big Bad Wolf, I might have just looked through your blogs (in a completely innocent way) and found Pinterest accounts and pure awesome geeky-ness (even if some of it needed to be translated back into English) and I'm proud of our awesome little fandom that's growing out of a few girls quirky ideas about life and love and friendships and food. Laura, Rose, and Mercy. If you haven't stalked these three and their blogs than I implore you to go do that right about.... now. 

And I'm officially done posting on this post because some other blonde child needs to get on and add some more thoughts and then hopefully she'll post it tonight... SHE WILL WON'T SHE??! *looks in Mercy's general direction* 


Okay number one- THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LEAVING ME LIKE A FREAKIN BOOK TO READ THAT TOOK SO FREAKING LONG.

Number two- ROSIE, The Shenko lyrics go like this

I can show you Plushenko

Shining, shimmering, flamboyant,

Tell me Shenko, now when did you last shank all the other competitors?

A whole new Plushenko

A NEW FANTASTIC POINT OF FIGURE SKATING

NO ONE TO WIN THE GOLD

I'M GETTING OLD

I HAVE A MALFUNCTIONING VERTEBRAE 

You're welcome. 

Also, I feel like a complete loser writing on this with y'all cuz I cannot write to save my life and the three of you can... Grace, you say you can't write well WHICH IS NOT TRUE CUZ THAT PARAGRAPH ABOUT US BEING THE DIFFERENT PSYCH CHARACTERS WAS FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC! So don't even start with me.
ALSO I TOTALLY CRIED IN THE PSYCH SERIES FINALE! I am literally so depressingly upset that it's over... I do not want to talk about it. Ever. Ever again. Literally EVER AGAIN. I AM SO FREAKING UPSET.

Rosie, I agree with you on you being Yang. But I think if anyone was to go crazy, it'd be me. Oh wait. DONE THAT. I am so far gone, it's not even funny. Okay, its kind of funny, actually. 

Listen to this beautiful song by my beautiful boy

Yeah he's got a new song. And it's freaking beautiful. Just like him.



Also this song

It's literally sooo cute and makes me smile and sing along and dance and makes me want to find a perfect gentlemanly boyfriend who may or may not look exactly like Tom Hiddleston and have the name Tom Hiddleston... 


I love this blog, gurls, and I love you and I'm glad we started it. It makes me so happy. Like as happy as I get when I see this persons beautiful face...

I literally almost posted a shirtless GIF of him. But I withheld, because I figured y'all would kick me off the blog and out of The Foursome and probably like everything. Life. You'd kick me out of life. 
So yeah.
Imma try for like a hawt second to write something good. Bear with me.


You girls are my best friends. And I wouldn't be where I am today without your constant friendship, hilarious jokes, inappropriate humor, phone calls, six-page long letters, and everything in between. (oh my gosh I just spelled 'between' like 'bweeten'. what is my problem.) 
You girls have danced and sung mindlessly with me, baked and cooked delicious and scrumptious creations (like that tomato soup omg), stayed up late watching anything and everything, talking, laughing, crying, singing, making more inappropriate inside jokes, rewriting lyrics to perfectly innocent Disney songs, and not so innocent Taylor Swift songs (*sings under breath* we are never, ever, ever getting in your white van...) played Barbie VS. Polly Pocket, (WEEK THREE) suffered through my insane fangirling over stupid things like boybands, put up with mine and Rosie's many imaginary creepers (huhuhuhuhuh) and so much more.
I would be such a boring and depressing boring person without you.
So.... 

 
*in Southern, sniffly accent* Y'all just mean so much to me, and I couldn't do this without you, KIIIIMM, GIINNAA, Or KAARRENNN.

(Ugh that GIF was supposed to go under what I just said but Grace's stupid phone won't let me move the freakin GIF. I hate smartphones.)

Anyways. Thank you to everyone (is there even is anyone) reading this outside of The Foursome. I'm surprised you've made it this far, but I congratulate you. *small round of applause*

Anyway gurls, that's all I have to say and I suppose we need to wrap this post up.... I love you all! I'm sorry I suck!

Xoxo,

Laura, Grace, Rose, and Mercy.

The Foursome<3

This post is kinda short. And kinda weird. Sorry.

It's hump day!

Every time I write that I hear this like insane really peppy music in the background. But for just like 30 seconds. Its like my theme song. But it doesn't exist outside of my head. There are a lot of really great things that don't exist outside of my head.

Things that only exist in my mind but totally should exist in the real world

• My fantastic twin brother. That's a long story that I don't want to get into right now, but basically I have an imaginary twin brother named Henry who's incredibly magnificent.
• P.F. Chang. For those of you who aren't part of the Foursome, P.F. Chang is our imaginary friend who follows us everywhere. He's like a not sketchy groupie. He lives in the lantern in my room. 
• Gingers that have souls. Enough said there.
• Patrice HARMONY. He's another one of our not sketchy groupies. He's a fitness nut from the sunny hills of California.
• A world that is eternally stuck in 1935-45. Random fact: Franklin Delano Roosevelt was president in 1935-45, which if you notice is more than 2 terms. FDR, was actually elected for a grand total of 4 terms, because the people loved him so very dearly. Unfortunately, he died in April of 1945, so he only really served 3 terms. Which sucks. He also wasn't alive for VE-day which really sucks, anyway,
• A world without turtles.
• Magical portals to other worlds. Such as, rabbit holes, wardrobes, tornadoes on the plains of Kansas, stuff like that.
• Rosalind Ames. Again, that's a long story I don't want to get into, essentially she's my alter ego, kind of, not really. 
• Men that are just like book characters.
• My Hogwarts acceptance letter that got lost in the mail. WAIT JUST KIDDING! THAT'S TOTALLY LEGIT. No really, it has to be legit or I will go postal. Literally.
• Leonardo DiCraprio winning an Oscar.

These are just a few of the things I imagine that I wish actually existed. Although there are definitely things that I imagine that I'm really happy don't exist.

Things that only exist in my mind that should never exist in the real world.

• Mr. Bag. For those of you who aren't the foursome, basically Mr. Bag is a creepy child abductor who stalks all 4th of us.
• Human Tortilla's. Laura knows what I'm talking about.

Basically, that's it. My imaginations is mostly just a fantastic place full of rainbows and magic. Anyway, the point of all of this is well, so, like, most people live in reality, and I just don't. To quote Owl City, 

Reality is a lovely place,

But I wouldn't want to live there.

I thought this was a serious problem for a very long time. Then of course I was tested. By that I mean I took a personality test. Which is perfectly normal I swear. Anyway, I found out that my inability to connect with reality is perfectly normal and okay. I actually have the same personality type as our queen. And by our queen I mean J.K. Rowling of course. And Shakespeare. It was a great day. 

Basically, I am the less-awesomesauce version of Anne Shirley. 

And on that note I'm going to reply to your posts now.

Grace: As usual, your post was fantastic. And all of the Jaquan was greatly appreciated. AND I DID NOT POST TOO MUCH JENSEN!

Laura: Your post was wonderful. And thought provoking. AND AGAIN, I DID NOT POST TOO MUCH JENSEN!

Mercy: Your post was hilarious and beautiful. And you are Gus. AND I'M SO UPSET ABOUT FREAKING PSYCH. ASDFGHJKL;'

I'm going to post some great 60's through 80's music now because I can.

I have to go make dinner now. I'm making Potato soup. The next post is the 100th! -Rose

The word is Mercy

GOOD MORNING GURLS, IT'S TUESDAY!

That's right. The word is MERCY. Mwah.
I have no idea what song those lyrics are from, I just googled songs with the word Mercy in it and viola! Why am I so weird? Ehhhhh...


Laura, I loved your post dearly! It makes me feel extremely pathetic when I have to post after you, cuz you're all like 'Oh, I'm not a good writer, I just write like this all the time and it's gorgeous and beautiful and wonderful and whenever I write, somewhere, a baby unicorn gets its wings and rides off with rainbows and butterflies because my writing it so fantastically wonderful but honestly I don't think so and wow this post is so amazing and beautiful, okay have fun posting tomorrow Mercy, bye!'

And I'm kind of like this:

And I just want to curl up in a whole and cry for days because I'll never be even like a sixteenth of the writer you are, but I also want to jump around in fields of daisies because your posts are so beautiful.

SO MANY EMOTIONS.

Gracie... your post was... Bagtastic. And Jaquan-tastic? I liked it a lot.

Rosie, I thoroughly enjoyed your post, especially all the JA GIF's. Heh. 

I don't really have a plan for this post, so, I'm going to put Spotify on and do sort of like... stream of consciousness (thanks Grace) and since that's usually how I go about living, just saying whatever comes to my mind, this'll be just perfect.


So my right foot is really cold right now. Which is weird, since my left one is pretty much fine. Hm.

I'm listening to Say Something by A Great Big World, and I love this song, but it's so depressingly beautiful.. I can't decide if I should cry or... cry. Imma cry, guys.

UGH SPOTIFY ADD'S, I FREAKING HATE THEM!

I can't believe Psych is ending tomorrow! Like, forever and ever! I am truly and honestly really upset by this. Psych is probably my favorite TV show, (okay so it's like tied with DW for number one. I have a thing for mad men with blue boxes) and I'm probably going to cry when it ends.

This'll be me 

And this'll be me with Grace

But at the same time we'll be like having an awesome time and like dancing and just having fun because even thought Psych is ending, it's been so much fun and we own like all the seasons and can always go and rewatch and rerewatch and rererewatch episodes until we know all the lines and can act it out and *Heaves a sigh* it'll be fantastically heartbreaking.

I'm looking forward to it, yet so not looking forward to it at the same time.

Can we just talk about how much Gus and I are alike? I mean, like, the exact same. Except he's male. and black.
BUT BESIDES THOSE MINOR DETAILS

We both have a hard time controlling our emotions 

Two words:

Harry Potter

We both love food. Especially sweet things.

we can sniff it out anywhere ;)

 We think we're a whole lot cooler than we actually are

When really we're just a wimp in real life

Not part of one of our fandoms?

And we also have a best friend we couldn't survive without

Or several best friends. But Grace and I ARE the Dynamic Duo. *Fist-bump*

Gurls, I tried finding a proper GIF to represent The Foursome and this is the best I could find:

And since there's only three people in that, I clearly failed. I have no idea where that GIF is from... but its making me laugh and cry at the same time.

Anyway, I gotta skedaddle... I'm sorry this post was messy and random, but I hoped y'all enjoyed it anyway!

Bye!
xoxo, Mercy

Writing is my instrument. Words are the notes I play.

hello gurls.

    it doesn't feel like a Monday though, weirdly. Maybe because the early spring sunshine is shining hopefully down on the barren New England landscape, and I finished school early and was somewhat extremely productive, and now I'm sitting on my bunk atop freshly washed sheets and neat blankets, listening to Roy Kim (!!!!!) with my hair in a fantastically messy bun. Or maybe because I took two days off of school last week for the sole purpose of hanging out with my unexpectedly amazing friends and watching Psych All Night and rereading Anne of The Island (and falling in love with Gilbert Blythe all over again) and starting the Return of The King (and shipping Faramir and Eowyn shamelessly). I don't know gurls, I'm just happy in a sunshiney way, fancy-free and more imaginative than ever.
    But enough about me. Time to impart some of my gratuitous happiness on the other, lovelier three-fourths of The Foursome:
    Mercy- your posts do not suck and never suck and never will. I find them bright and warm and GIF-filled and exquisitely Mercyish, the perfect dose of light to bring joy to my usually rushed Tuesdays. Don't you ever change, you beautiful ray of sunshine :)

I pour my heart out to you and then somewhat insult you. That's how I roll yo

    Roseroserooooose- You're cute and we're listening to Roy Kim right now and our little room is filled with sunlight. Also your post was too full of JA and JM (mr. Bag?) but otherwise great. Only, I'm one of those girls who says 'girlie' and I most certainly do NOT go around scratch-and-sniffing people's shoulders. Just saying.
    Grace- I miss your Asian giggle. Is it your mating call? Anyway, thanks for the...enlightening point you made about those Phantom lyrics. My life will truly never be the same.
    Speaking to and of Grace, this Thursday will be our 100th post on Our Thoughts Are Stars! We will be writing a group post to commemorate the shocking reality that we have been posting for 6 months (already?!) and haven't missed a day or started to hate each other or been tracked down by creepers on the Internet. So, on Thursday our loyal readers will have to hear from all fourth of us instead of the lovely Grace all by herself. Be there.
    So, I have been doing a lot of reading lately. I used to read voraciously, before high school and life caught up to me and I did not have many friends. But now I am getting back into the rhythm of reading, getting back into shape like a marathon runner after having kids (great analogy, no?). I stay up later to finish chapters and neglect things -usually schoolwork, but it's my last quarter of senior year and it's not like I even really need to learn anymore- and really just read. I'm not reading as a chore, but I'm almost absorbing the stories, my imagination taking me where my feet cannot or will not go. I mentioned before that I'm working through the Lord of The Rings trilogy. It's like reading poetry that actually makes sense and gives me a yearning for a time of lost princes and chivalry and harrowing battles to conquer. The funny thing is, whatever I read leaks into whatever I write- does that make sense? I journalled about this the other day, so how about I share with y'all what I wrote so you get my drift? Okay, good. Here goes:
    "Something I've noticed is that whenever I read a book I start to write like the author. I devour Anne of Green Gables and become dreamy and idealistic, my essays and blog posts filled with spine-tingling, florid descriptions of autumn sunsets and beautifully imperfect people. John Green makes me gritty, honest, and deep; my words can be controversial but also funny in a teenage way. Jane Austen builds my vocabulary. I write sarcastically, but in such a clever way that only the most cynically intelligent souls completely get it. Tolkien and Lewis make me yearn for the days of chivalry and dauntless questing for what is right. Reading and writing completely go hand in hand- anyone who writes without reading must be a bore, their mind a dried-up riverbed of logical thought. Writers are humble enough to appreciate and learn from the written words of their common man."
    This is what I mean.
    I used to think writing was writing and music was music, that because I'm not a piano prodigy like dear Gracie I'm not as cool or creative or smart. But, writing is like playing music. You use words like notes to create something beautiful- or something cacophonous and disjointed, like awkward notes plinked out on piano keys. I know I go either way with my words. But, writing is my passion- a passion which is just as lovely and well worth pursuing as any other gilded path in the Arts. And my passion would not be as fueled nor as full of potential if  I did not read, for it is the words written by men and women much more established and gifted than I who bring forth the torrent of words stirring within me. Towards the authors I am forever grateful, for without them my words would be as dry and transient as dead grass.
    Towards the authors I also hold many grudges, for killing off favorite characters and ruining my life by inspiring me to leave my comfort zone and try (and usually fail) to achieve greatness. Miss Rowling, that was aimed at you.
     *awkward subject change*
   Finally, gurls, I want you to hear the beautiful song from the beautiful movie (About Time) that I'm going to dance to when I get married:

Listen to it. Love it. Then go watch the movie and freak out over Bill Weasley's face and cry. I know I did :)

How long will I love you?

As long as stars are above you
And longer, if I can.

How long will I need you?
As long as the seasons need to
Follow their plan.

How long will I be with you?
As long as the sea is bound to
Wash upon the sand.

    

    *sniffs* those lyrics read like poetry. I can't handle this. Mercy, I shall await on the wings of hope until I may revel in the pleasure of reading your post on the morrow.

    Oops. I think my Tolkien is showing. ;)

--Laura :)

guess what I discovered while writing this post. A new creeper Mr. Bag song.

GIRLS GURLS! It's finally spring *little happy sigh* that makes me so unbelievably happy. And even though it's rather grey outside today, it's a good, warm kind of grey. And I know that the flowers will be poking through the cold, damp dirt soon enough. And we shall be getting out puppy soon, and Angel, Phil, and Charlie will be on the East Coast soon. And the light at the end of a long school year is starting to brighten as we get closer and closer to summer time.

speaking of spring. Remember when we were at your (Laura and Rose) house for a week for some reason, and we named all the baby geese? And we're were positive that we could tell them apart. I think Laura actually named one of her's Elizabeth which I think was after Elizabeth Bennet. I have a weird memory of that. And I named one Mandy after this girl in a book I was reading. It was a weird book. There was lots of people getting hanged. And Mercy's was Quacky or something... and that goose was cray.

Also, today is Jaquan's birthday! I'm so happy that I get to wish him the biggest birthday wish possible. When I woke up this morning, I think the very first thing I said was "Happy birthday Jaquan."

I like the dorky white guy in the background ^.^

this is the closest picture of Jaquan that I think I could find. except... he should be smiling

Also, (like Rose said) this time last year, we were probably eating Bruschetta and whatever else we made for lunch. And then we would walk to CVS and buy ice tea which Rose and I would combine in the blender and try and fool Mercy and Laura by bringing a bunch of gross crap into the pantry with us. And then we'd send Mercy biking back down to CVS to pick up oil and a cake mix. And that day was just so much fun! And I miss it. But it's okay, 'cause I know we're going to have a bunch of other fun/weird/scary/random times together.

OH MY GOSH! 

not only does Les Mis have a Mr. Bag song, but Phantom of the Opera does too. But this is a almost classy Mr. Bag (if there is such a thing, I just discovered it). Remember when Christine is hanging out in the graveyard, and she's crying on her fathers grave, and Phantom starts to sing to her and she thinks it's her dad, and then Raoul has to come and they sword fight and it's super awesome? Yeah.... the words of that song that Phantom sings to Christine are: 

Phantom:

Wandering child,
So lost, so helpless
Yearning for my guidance

Christine:
Angel or father
Friend or phantom
Who is it there, staring?

Phantom:
Have you forgotten your Angel?

Christine:
Angel, oh, speak
What endless longings
Echo in this whisper!

Phantom:
Too long you've wandered in winter
Far from my fathering gaze...

Christine:
Wildly my mind beats against you...

Phantom:
You resist....

Phantom/Christine:
Yet your/the soul obeys...

SO CREEPY. 

Anyway.

Laura, I loved your post. And I'm glad that you had a good trip but.... I may or may not be even more happy that you're back to posting. You were gone one week and we all almost died from your lack of posting. That's how much we depend on you, our very responsible/not so responsible older sister. 

Mercy, that was far to much Mr. Bag-ness for me to handle >.< 

Rose, that was a lot of JA.... but I was definitely able to handle it 

READY FOR MY MOST FAVORITE DISCOVERY OF THIS WEEK? 

Not only do I love this song, but I love this Youtuber. She is Mercy's alter-ego. Maybe why I like her so much. She's British. Book nerdy, really funny, she plays Eponine in Les Mis on the London Stage. I just really, really love her. And her hair. How can you hate on that hair? 

So please enjoy all her videos like I have for the past week

I actually have to go write on my other blog now, so have a lovely FIRST DAY OF SPRING and eat a fudg'icle for Jaquan <3 Grace

In this post Rose talks about Beyonce, those girlies, Mr. Bag, serial killers, tomorrow, and Cedric the Internet Elf. Basically, she rambles.

It's hump day!

Oh Beyonce! You don't even know I exist! Hahahaha. THAT IS SO NOT FUNNY OR OKAY!

Anyway, that's enough freaking out. How are you girlies today? Ew. I hate that word. The people who use "girlies" are always those annoying peppy people who awkwardly scratch your shoulder when you first see them. Blegh. I can't. Nope.

Anyway, did you know this is our 95th post? It feels like we just started blogging and here we are at 95 posts! We should do something awesomesauce for our 100th post! Like we could write a round story again or something, whatever we do I'm sure it will be superawesglamfultastic.

Now is the time wherein Rose proceeds to reply to your posts.

GraciegracegracegracegracegraceRice: Your post, as always, was wonderful and adorable and thought provoking, just like your face. NOT THAT YOUR FACE IS THOUGHT PROVOKING! OH WOW, THAT SOUNDS SEVERALLY SKETCHY! OHKAY. WEW. Ohkay, sorry. Wow.

Laurabethbeardarlingface: Your post was lovely, even though I'd heard all of it 10 times over. Despite that it was great. And I missed you while you were in Manhattan.

MercylimpycurlyQtipbeautifuldirectionerfangirlwifey: Your post was fantastic and all fangirly and Bagtastic. I'm not sure if that is a good thing or not. Hmm. It might be, but it might not be. Like Plushenko.

Going back to talking about Mr. Bag for a second, did you know Mr. Bag has the same Birthday as James Madison? Which explains why James Madison had such a sketchy face.

He was a very quiet calm man. He was probably a serial killer.

Going back to Birthdays, do you know what tomorrow is?

JAQUANS BIRTHDAY! SO OBVIOSLY I'M WRITING IN CAPS BECAUSE LOWER CASE IS FAR TOO SMALL FOR THE TEXAS SIZED MAN!

Tomorrow is also the anniversary of that day we were at your (Grace and Mercy's) house last year, and we watched Titanic and ate wonderful food and all that fun stuff. Dude that was legit.

Tomorrow is also the first day of Spring. I've always loved Spring. Spring means pretty flowers, and little baby geese on the pond, and of course the end of Winter and snow and eternal sadness. And of course Easter, which happens to be one of my favorite holidays. Mom makes spanakopita and a bunch of my relatives come over, and talk REALLY LOUDLY, and we do this weird things with eggs that we decorated. And of course Easter is the celebration of Jesus rising from the dead, I mean it's a pretty legit holiday.

The one thing that bothers me about Spring is it means it's almost Summer. Don't get me wrong, Summers cool and all, but in Summer (I'm gonna have that song stuck in my head now) people are out of school and they want to hang out with me. I mean, I know I'm great and all, but I want to sit in my backyard on a hammock and read. Is that too much to ask? I mean, that's what Summers all about, right? Reading everything and ignoring people. Am I right? I said am I right? *Little internet elf named Cedric replies: You're right Rose! Rose replies: I know I'm right Cedric you can go back to your little tree now in the Google logo forest. I appreciate the support though.*

So basically, tomorrow is a very bug day. Here are some pretty pictures from my dashboard:

Well, those were all of Jensen Ackles. Hmm, imagine that. I need to bounce! Grace, I look forward to your post tomorrow!!

Goodbye everyone! I'm going to go bake some tree cookies! ~Cedric

Hello Mercy, I have been searching for lately....

Good morning (evening) gurls.....

I forgot my Harry GIF last week, so I have to do two today. Oh well. Plus a Marcel one. Tehe.

Yes sir! I hate Tuesdays, have I ever mentioned that? Well, not really. But sort of.


Laura, I'm so glad you're back! Even though it took my like half an hour to read your post, I still enjoyed it and I am so glad you had a successful missions trip!

One thing I just wanna ask- You were in Chinatown.
CHINATOWN.
Do you know who comes from Chinatown?
Chimmy.

AND THE RUSSIAN NOODLE MAN.

Please tell me you didn't buy noodles.
Oh god.

Well, at least you're still alive...

Oh just something real quick!
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, MR. BAG!
I am promptly going to celebrate with a crap-load of Tyler Oakley (the real representation of Mr. Bag) GIF's. You ready?? I don't think you are.

This is legit on my Tumblr blog. #Noshame

My answer to people who say "One Direction sucks"

He was sooo littleeeee

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HE UNDERSTANDS US ROSIE

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You can literally SEE his lisp. Its adorable.

Him and his obsession with Doritos 

I love him so much

Tyler Oakley and I are like the same person.

Okay, so now that I have exploited our blog with Tyler Oakley GIF's...... Mr. Bag, I can't believe you're 24! You're getting so old. And I mean, I know you're reading this. I mean, you ARE our stalker. Anyway, I hope you had a terrible birthday, because I mean honestly. I do NOT want to know how you celebrated it. (His birthday was on Sunday- THE LORDS DAY, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?- for those of you who missed that... not that we really could... it's Mr. Bag we're talking about.)


ANYWAY. This post is progressively getting worse. Poop.

I wanna show y'all this commercial.

Grace and I literally both DIED laughing the first time we saw it and I just thought of The Foursome and how this commercial reminded me of us for some weird reason. I mean, the black gurl and the chubby Asian dude... does it not just scream The Foursome? I think so.


I just love you gurls so much. Have I ever mentioned that? I think so. I just do.

Crap. this post sucks. But I've only got 4 minutes left to finish it. Uggghh.
I literally hate this because I can never, ever write good posts. I suck guys.

I freakin love Marcus Butler. He understands me. Plus he's British<3

Listen to this song.

It's really depressing, but I love it.

I love all your sexy faces! Sorry this post sucks!
xoxo, Mercy