a letter to my Future Eternal Companion...

Hey Baby, or FEC for short.

i know you're my best friend. my very bff, and even though i say i have a million, it's really you.

i know you watch Madagascar with me because it makes me okay.

will you bring me ice cream when i'm down?

and fetch me midol and tampons when i just can't bear to go out?

will you call me jaycie penny to tease me?

and instead of trying to fix things, just whisper, "jayc..." and know it's just enough for me...

please hug me a million times a day.

and even when you think i've had enough, hug me one more time.

i promise it'll never get old.

please understand my mistakes and my flaws.

and love them more than the things i'm good at.

when i say, "do you love me even though i'm a savage?"

i hope you say, "i love you ESPECIALLY because you're a savage..."

remind me sometimes that life isn't meant to be serious.

when there are bills, and kids are screaming, and the house is a mess,

dance with me in the kitchen.

i hope you tease me when i cry during the cute commercials.

and when i see a mom kissin' her baby's skinned knee.

or follow around an old couple who are still so madly in love.

but i hope it makes you smile a little. and fall in love with me a little more.

just because it's a part of me that you love.

argue with me. and then help me with the dishes.

please let's make it tradition, to always do the dishes together?

we won't need a dishwasher. because we both have hands to do the work.

it'll be our special time to talk and laugh and sometimes cry.

love our babies.

and leave work at the door before you come home.

play with us. and make us the most important part of your world.

we'll be waiting when you come home.

the house might be a mess. and dinner might not be ready.

but I will try to be showered and cute for you, because it’s what you deserve.

and i'll always be waiting with a kiss meant just for you.

don't get mad when i spend out grocery money on jeans.

instead, admire how great they make my butt look.

please remember i love you most, even though i sometimes still cry over "him."

it's not that i miss him. it's that i wish you'd been able to see who i was before he changed everything about me.

when i wasn't as cautious.

when i trusted more.

laughed easier.

and panicked less.

just love me.

even when i'm pregnant and fat.

and not pregnant, but still a little fat.

eventually i’ll get my cute body back. 

love me when i cut off all my hair on accident.

or turn it a funny color.

love me when i'm happy.

and especially when i'm sad.

love me when i swear and scream.

sing to me. even if you have a bad voice.

and i'll sing to you. in public. just to embarrass you.

do those things for me. and i promise to love you forever and always.

through thick and thin. through our poor days and maybe our rich days.

when there are leaks in the roof. and our floors creak.

i'll love you when you're stressed.

and i'll straighten your tie when it's crooked.

tell me i'm pretty even when i'm probably not.

i'll roll my eyes. but secretly feel like a princess.

i may be crazy. i may not be the prettiest. or the skinniest.

but i'll try my best to be perfect for you.

you know, i want the boring kind of life.

that perfect happiness that comes from just being together.

not because life is perfect.

not because we are perfect.

but because our love is.

and sometimes when i push you away,

or say really mean things,

just keep loving me.

and i promise to keep loving you.

even when it's not easy, i promise to keep loving you.

forever yours,

jaycie penny.

maybe it was because of the boyfriend tee....

there's just something about being completely alone...

i always shower and get cute.

hair. make-up. the works.

and then i ruin it by curling up in some cute undies.

and a boyfriend tee.

and on days like today i watch clips like this:

this whole thing just kills me.

when they're watching clouds and he just kinda smiles.

and when they're washing windows together.

and when she puts her painted hand on the mailbox by his instead of repainting the whole thing.

i just love it. and i want that same thing for me.

someone should take Christmas away from me....

why, you ask?

because i'm a terrible gift-giver.

while everyone's been stressing over the PERFECT gift for everyone in their Contacts list, i've been sitting in the striped chair in the Thorley's living room.

blogging.

eating.

cuddling with Maisy, Mojo, and Zoe.

sleeping.

watching movies.

sipping (more like chugging) Diet Coke.

online shopping.

applying for new jobs.

watching season four of Dexter. (seriously, watch it.)

watching season one of Modern Family. (seriously, watch it.)

listening for the timer on my cookies.

warming my feet when the fireplace is on.

calling loved or hated ones.

mind you, this process is basically my life after work.

because i'm a loser.

anyways, eventually the time came to buy Christmas presents.

only, i never thought about it. see the pickle?

i waited a few mintues.

no divine help was to be mine.

and so, i took the easy way out.

i got everyone a chocolate orange, by Terry's.

and by everyone i mean my five immediate family members.

everyone else can go die in a hole as far as gifts go...

but that wasn't enough.

so i stuck a $20 inside.

sue me. but like i had time to think of something better.

and besides, who doesn't just want some spare change after the holidays?

aren't they basically designed to wipe people out anyways?

the trouble with tuesdays...

once upon a time, in between six million customers today, i had a strange thought.

isn't Tuesday the most pointless day of the week?

seriously...

Monday is the slap back into reality.

Wednesday is the middle, the hump, when you notice the light at the end of the tunnel.

Thursday is the day before the weekend.

Friday is the first day of the weekend.

Saturday is the day off for shopping and dates and sleeping in.

Sunday is for relaxing and eating.

but Tuesday....

it's just nothing.

just a big fat waste of calendar space.

just another eight-hour shift.

just another night without any good t.v. shows.

and for that reason, i motion to remove all Tuesdays.

amen.

oh shoot. i forgot about Taco Tuesdays...

i guess we can keep 'em.

surprise!

so...last night, eh?

Jaycie the Spontaneous.

he confirmed it.

wait. i know you're asking, "he who???"

Five Guys.

yes, Five Guys used my napkin number.

p.s. Five Guys shall be his code name.

since it's where we met.

back to last night:

text received at 9:34.

it's a 918 area code.

first thought?

who the heck do i know from the 918???

then i read this:

hey this is Five Guys from five guys. i'm assuming you have texting?

my face:

okay, the picture doesn't do me justice at all, but still.

obvs i was excited. in the best way possible.

so what have we learned about Five Guys?

he's from oklahoma.

he's moved here a little over a month ago.

and he's a complete sweetie.

we might have texted until 12:47 a.m.

and then we might have texted for a few hours this morning before he worked.

pros:

he's not intimidated by the fact that i'm a super smart super genius.

he doesn't think i'm crazy. (and if he does, he didn't say it.)

the word he used to describe me: spontaneous. over-used, but still cute.

nearly every time i ask him a question, i'm pleasantly surprised by the answer.

he seems genuinely kind, a rarity among men. 'specially in my life.

he doesn't feel threatened by Wallice, my main squeeze. literally! :)

on that same note, he didn't tease me about Wallice.

he's american and speaks english. (unlike the last one...or three?)

cons:

the number of time he used Lol: way too many to count.

(although, who can blame him??? i AM super funny!)

he's never seen Madagascar.

considering those "cons" can be remedied, this might not be so bad...

either way, i'm hooked.

i'm intrigued by Five Guys.

like always, the plot is thickening...and i'm kinda excited! :)

why, oh why do i do these things???

i went out tonight with my Mamasita and sister, Logan.

and the guy who took our order was SOOOOO cute.

and so...after much deliberation, i wrote this note:

as we ate, i got more and more nervous until i finally just couldn't take it.

i'm not a big fan of regrets, so i just got up, walked to the counter, smiled at him, held out the napkin and said, "hi. i'm jaycie. and this is for you."

he accepted it, smiled, and said, "thank you."

i turned around, walked away, (making sure to wiggle my bum just enough) and sat back down to finish my fries.

i won't lie, i was shaking pretty badly.

apparently giving someone my number is risky for my soul?

anyways, i probably overwhelmed him.

because i ALWAYS come on way too strong.

and he still hasn't used the number.

so he either keeps the rules and doesn't text at work or he isn't going to use it as anything other than something to laugh at.

either way, i did my thing.

and in true jaycie fashion, i don't regret it.

but honestly, i hoping he uses it. i could use a new friend.

an explanation...and a new list.

hey loves,

so i've decided not to write about the hardest thing i've ever had to do. at least...not yet.

i promise i'll get there. but until then, let's begin a new list! :)

p.s. i have a feeling the answer to the last blog's day ten will come on day fourteen of this one...

mind you, that's just a hunch.

maybe i'll just pick and choose which ones i actually want to do? however, i really am going to try to blog every single day. i need to be writing more. amen.

30 Days of Truth:
Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.
Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.
Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.
Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.
Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.
Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.
Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.
Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)
Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)
Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.
Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.
Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?
Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.
Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)
Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.
Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?
Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.
Day 30 → A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself.

day nine...fire grabs.

okay, i am SICK of this blogging challenge.

so i'm finishing it today.

day nine....

it's a list of five things i'd grab in a fire.

easy.

Wallice, because he's adorable.

my clothes. so i wouldn't have to be naked. and i spent LOADS of money on them.

Wallice's clothes. he'd be sooo mad at me if only i got to be clothed after a fire.

my laptop. there are just too many writing things saved on there. i'd be lost without my writings.

sewing machine. i can't afford to replace that thing...and i NEED it.

seriously, nothing is as cute as him....oh yeah. we're kinda, sorta obsessed with Ben and Jerry's.

day eight...letter to a distant friend.

you know, for the most part i've enjoyed this blogging challenge, but this one is hard. especially today.

life is constantly changing.

i move a million times a year, spanning at least as many miles.

there's no such thing as peace in my life.

so today's challenge, to write a letter to a friend i've been distanced from...that's hard.

there are easily twenty people i could write letters to here.

but instead, i'll settle for my Mandy Darling, as she's on my mind tonight.

Dear Mand,

remember when we met? where we met?

it was at the Department of Workforce Services and we both needed a job.

the same job. competition.

making us enemies from the start.

a week later, i was training at Cold Stone, Logan and you were not.

i thought i had won the battle.

a few short months later, you walked into my life for good.

we weren't really sure of each other at first, you and i.

but with some mandy-smoothies and jaycie-creations, we pulled through.

you made out with Matt McGrath...

(did i tell you he was literally AT MY HOUSE two weeks ago? talk about awkward...)

enter summer '08.

you lived with Aubrey, just in the same building as James.

i was a little jealous, i can't lie.

but that's just because i was in love with him and he was in love with Aubs.

Larry the Lion.

you dragging me to church.

blind date with men my age, not you, emily, or aubrey's age.

they were kind of losers, weren't they?

fast forward some more.

senior year for me, more college for you.

we got busy. you got a new job.

i applied for college. and got in.

at some point, we did that jaycie/james/aubrey/mandy cheesecake factory trip.

mmm....that sounds good. maybe we need a re-do?

james missed the memo of crossing legs...good thing we still love him.

anyways, next came the Be Good bracelets...

and then we were bad?

but we're always still trying, which counts, i think.

you don't know it, but you deserve the world.

you are amazing. you're talented. you're beautiful.

and not just the "hot" kind of beautiful.

the true beauty kind. the kind make-up just covers up.

we've been through a lot, haven't we?

together and apart. but always together in spirit, i hope.

do you know how much i love you?

in case you don't, ask. i'll tell you. but that might take forever.

please bless i get to see you soon.

amen.

love always,

one of your besties,

jayc

aka jaycie baby.

day seven...a bunch of favorites.

once upon a time, i was born during the month of february, thus another Aquarius was born.

(now please do not ask me any more Astrology questions...i don't know ANYTHING about it...)

only this particular new Aquarius was not like the others...she had these chubby little cheeks perfect for pinching. and the most DEVIOUS little smile you've ever seen!

and, as you can see, i started showing my crack at a young age...

(disclaimer...that's not MY butt...but i'm sure there's one like it of my butt somewhere.)

anyways...

a list of favorites.

movie:

madagascar, hands down.

but i also love:

despicable me

the notebook

madagascar too, oBviously. (you have to really emphasize the B on that one...)

Juno

Baby Mama

TV shows:

Top Chef All-Stars

Grey's Anatomy

Dexter

Brothers and Sisters

The Bachelor

The O.C.

songs:

oh my heck...this is nearly impossible. i hate this.

internet killed the video star: the limousines.

you make me happy: lindsey ray.

rockstar: hannah montanna.

down: jay sean.

between you and i: every avenue.

book:

blue like jazz: donald miller.

the kite runner.

harry potter.

a thousand splendid suns.

listen. i hate to cut this short but you have NO IDEA how badly i NEED to PEE....i've been holding it for like, thirty-six minutes. and prancing around the parking lot, sitting with my legs crossed, and unbuttoning my pants just isn't cutting it anymore!

peace suckas!

day six...three things i wish to be doing.

if we're being terribly honest, this is a super lame blog idea today...

who really cares what i WANT to be doing right now?

isn't it pretty clear i'm doing none of those things?

one: i wish i was in the middle of an intense work-out. i really love to work out. i just hate trying to work up the motivation to work out, so it never happens.

two: i wish i were nearly finished writing posts for my other blog, which you can find here. i have an entire pile of ideas i simply need to write out. when i get it going completely, it will rock! :)

three: i want to be constructing a list of pros and cons for future life decisions...i think i'll start that. just as soon as i do some laundry, run and meet my dad for a clothing drop, shower, and go on a date with Mohamed, sexy black guy from work.

can i just tell you real quick how good work was today?

on the other hand, if ONE more person asks me where to find napkins and forks, i'm going to punch that person...aka politely turn their attention to the fork oasis that is our lobby...

also, do i LOOK like i smoke?

how should i know where the smoking lounge is?

and i'm just going to make two confessions really quick.

one:

i stole a visor from under my register because i absolutely HATE wearing hats. visors aren't much better but at least they don't completely smash my hair.

two:

i might be sabotaging a co-worker on purpose...

that's what you get for trying to pull a quick one on me,

Name-I-Can't-Remember from Somewhere, Africa.

you really don't realize who you're messing with, do you?

i am a mental terrorist and i'm coming after you...just so you know.

day five...three regrets.

you know, i love and hate this blogging challenge.

i hate that i don't have enough time to write about everything.

and i love that committing to writing has forced me to do it. i better keep this up! :)

okay...so three things i regret doing or not doing.

my friend just described regret as things you have a choice over, that you could have altered or controlled to a degree...

well in that case, i really don't have any regrets.

of course there are things i don't like. or that i sometimes wish hadn't happened. but then i think about how much those things have taught me or made me grow and i seriously couldn't imagine my life without them.

things i kind of wish i'd done differently:

1. i wish i'd have saved more money. i worked my butt of through high school and all i have to show for it is...nothing. i always have designer jeans and way cute clothes and hair and i have fun...but i'm poor.

along those same lines, i wish i wouldn't have purchased a car a month before leaving for college.

i wish i would have moved to college earlier, found a job, and worked through my freshman year.

i wish i would have taken a year off after high school to work and save up for college. but at the same time, my freshman year was one of the best of my life!

2. i wish i didn't give love so freely where it is not deserved. i've been trampled by a few too many people. though once again, that has really shaped me. and i don't regret that. maybe in the future i'll work on it more!

3. i wish i wasn't so desperately poor that i jump at ANY job. i need to find one that i'll like, that will allow me to be myself.

this blog wasn't that fun. i'm sorry about that...if the one tomorrow sucks, i'll write something else instead! :)

day four...favorite memory.

tell the story of your favorite memory.

(sorry this is a day late. my life is crazy. i don't really feel bad.)

do you realize how impossible this is? i have too many perfect memories.

james...

what was that study group again?

Meow!

six years. heated driveway.

you owe me old grist mill soup. stat.

tag. you're it.

cinabon batter? really??? that doesn't even sound good!

do i blog about you too much? probably...

brandon....

bye lexus.

wallice misses you.

peach ice tea? please and thank you.

you did NOT invent garlic bread.

we were watching...cloudy with a chance of meatballs. i farted. dyl didn't get it.

fivefingers.

logan...

the night we danced in the field after the closing social.

you eating warm delights. me eating popcorn.

salmon girl.

boxing ring.

jello ice cube tray.

"no one even likes school."

branson....

"tell me! tell me! ....fine. don't tell me!"

french toast tuesday.

driving halfway to bear lake. basically every day.

totinos pizza.

ahhht oh! (this is me and Luke style....)

seth, where's my hug?

move to cedar city with me, por favor? sil vous plait? pretty please???

i don't have only one favorite memory. i have favorite memories with nearly every human i know.

the ones up there? those are the people on my mind tonight.

i hope all four of them know how deeply i love and adore them.

Day three...first kiss story/rant.

Day three: describe your first kiss, where you were, who saw, and how you felt when it happened...

Have i ever expressed via blog how much i HATE kissing???

i hate it.

plain and simple.

there are sooo many better ways to express love.

snuggle with me.

hug me.

buy me ice cream.

kiss my forehead.

tell me how awesome i am.

make me laugh.

hold my hand.

just do not try to stick your tongue down my throat.

it's not romantic.

it's not sexy.

it's just disgusting.

so my First Kiss Story...ew.

his name is Mark Rasmussen.

my parents were out of town for their anniversary.

we went to Mutual.

then to my house for cake.

i was going to take him home, but we decided to drive around and talk instead.

we pulled over. by the duck pond in wellsville.

we kissed. for 2.1 seconds. (without any tongue action, mind you.)

we both closed our eyes...so...God was the only one who saw?

then i took him home. and said goodnight.

the end.

i have had men who stole kisses:

He Who Shall Not Be Named After A Dinosaur

Nathan Wallentine

Miguel from SUU

Bad Guy who stole much more than a kiss

He Who I Just Dumped, Fair and Square

men i reluctantly allowed to kiss me:

Adam Riback

Nick Foster

Eli Guido

men i kissed on purpose:

Devin Davis

Brandon Findlay

p.s. is it hilarious that every single time i start typing kiss it comes out at kill?

day two...a letter to my best friend.

oh shoot. does anyone realize i have a billion best friends???

all my best friends know that. and they think they're less special because i have so many. little do you know, however, that there is no possible way to compare any of you! i love you all for different reasons. who knew my heart was shattered into a whole bunch of pieces just so i could give them out to the really special people?

so read this. and not just the one meant for you. hopefully you'll see a little bit why i have so many best friends. it's not that you are unimportant. quite the opposite, actually. i need you all for different reasons.

okay. if you're missing in the list, let me know. and then i'll either make it right or break it to you that you're not really my best friend.

Dear (in no particular order)

James

Maggie

Josie

Branson

Trulan

Brandon

Taylor

Jordan

Colton

Do i really have EIGHT of you??? holy smokes...that can't be good. no wonder my life is so complicated. i have an idea. how about you all get your own teeny tiny letter! :)

Dear James,

please refer to that entire blog post i wrote for you a couple weeks ago. you can find it here. remember how i will cut you? once upon a time there was a boy named james and he met a girl named jaycie who was sassy and wonderful. she kinda sorta turned his life upside down. he really liked it, Charlie! the end!

Dear Maggie, aka my Amazon B**** (B**** is code for best friend.)

please update me more about the happenings in your life. i miss you. i miss suu. i miss the idiot boys you date. amen. i miss laying on the floor of your office. i miss lusting after Dr. Marvick and Eric Brown with you. p.s. you never freakin' sent me pictures of them. remember how Eric Brown rides a BIKE to school??? in his suit?!?! hahaha! i love it more than anything. i want to marry him.

Dear Maggie James,

i love only you. i love how most of of friendship can be traced back to facebook chats, wall posts, and comments on statuses. did you make it home safely from...california? i'm sure you did. p.s. you owe me an update immediately. have you read this lately? i still mean it. loveyoubye.

Dear Josie,

remember how i gave you a key when i left that is super funny that i gave you? did you ever get caught? remember your little pig Paul gave you. i hope he gives you a snow monster from build-a-bear. because they rock. and i secretly wish wallice was a snow monster, though i would not actually trade him for the world.

Dear Branson,

please bless that you stop destroying my soul soon. i know you mean well, but it needs a little recovery time. also, tell me. tell me! ...fine. don't tell me. i miss you already. and your mom. and french toast tuesday. and you. and totinos pizza sauce. and mad-a-who-ha. not who-ha. ASS-gar. haha. i DID make that big just because it's a bad word. i know, i know. i should be a better example. whate'er.... :)

Dearest Trulan,

i know you are avoiding facebook and chatting with me because i have sufficiently jarred your soul. you are welcome. p.s. i miss you. so talk to me soon, okay? i want an update STAT. that's a fancy doctor word for, "Right Now!" remember how you speak german, which i hate? and you listen to music no one even likes? and you know all my deep dark secrets? i remember. and i love you. even though you're shy and too good of a human. stop being so perfect. you're making us all look bad! ;) kidding, i don't mean that. i just adore you, that's all.

dang it. i'm only halfway....i quit. i'm dumping you all. no more best friends.

Brandon the very Larsen,

when i move, you must come help me carry my shiz. is that bad of me? that i only just want you to carry my stuff because it means i can bask in your glow a long time? also.... cedar city. cedar city. here we come! bye, Lexus! :) and that freakin' picture....with my feet and the sign....i am literally laughing. and your stupid orange chair i kind of love. p.s. are you eating okay? do i need to come down there and cook for you? let's live together when you find a job somewhere far away. when you're rich. i'll just live with you for free and cook the food you buy. easy. now Skankapotomas, skype me soon because i miss you. the end.

Dear Taylor Broadbent,

we are facebook chatting as i type this. so i feel no need to write you a long letter. but i love you. and i hate Jack and Jill who are snappy like sharks. i miss your house and your mom making us breakfast and watching Modern Family with you. please bless that when i come back i don't kill you for stealing my face wash. amen.

Dear Taylor Lott,

you better call me back sucka. i'm going to kill you. p.s. i love only you. your mom is crazy. teach me french. wait til you hear about my FLO some more. please come see me. when you drive back. i hope you bring me blueberries. frozen ones work. let's go to denny's. because that's what we do when no one else wants to play with us. how are you? can we have parties in puerto rico soon?

dear Jordanelle.

that is how you are saved in my phone. because i am funny. and always used to text other people instead of you. i'm really pissed that you restole my pink tank top. i want it back immediately. you also need to clean your bathroom. and please bless you get me something awesome for christmas. amen. should we draw names again? let me know.

Dear Colton Simmons Campbell,

i have a sick and weird fascination of calling you by your full name because it's lovely. please write me a song. i would most certainly like that. also, i designed something i am positive you will find much pleasure it. it is perfection. and you are perfection. i really hope i get to see you soon. i miss you. and your hair. remember that one time you made me style your hair? i loved that. you looked amazing. and how sometimes we just walk around barefoot because shoes suck? we rock. and are individuals.

I love you all, with all of my heart. forever and ever.

jayc, jaycie penny, jaycie spacie, ginger, etc.

who, besides you guys, could love THIS girl? oh wait...everyone in the world. because i am amazing! :)

day one...favorite quotes.

"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."

— Marilyn Monroe

"If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything."

— Mark Twain

"Women are like teabags; you never know how strong they are until they're put in hot water."

— Eleanor Roosevelt

"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."

— Marilyn Monroe

"Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square hole. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do."

— Apple Inc.

"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be."

— Douglas Adams

"Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend."

— Albert Camus

"A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left."

— Marilyn Monroe

"People are often unreasonable and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.

If you are honest, people may cheat you. Be honest anyway.

If you find happiness, people may be jealous. Be happy anyway.

The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough. Give your best anyway.

For you see, in the end, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway."

— Mother Teresa

"There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment."

— Sarah Dessen

"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."

— Anaïs Nin

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage."

— Laozi

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."

— Pablo Neruda

"If you can't explain it to a six year old, you don't understand it yourself."

— Albert Einstein

"I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love."

— Marilyn Monroe

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."

— Marianne Williamson

"Fairy tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten."

— G.K. Chesterton

"You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children."

— Madeleine L'Engle

"Tis better to have loved and lost

Than never to have loved at all."

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

"To love would be an awfully big adventure."

— J.M. Barrie

"I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles."

— Audrey Hepburn

"She was a girl who knew how to be happy even when she was sad. And that’s important—you know. "

— Marilyn Monroe

"For one who reads, there is no limit to the number of lives that may be lived, for fiction, biography, and history offer an inexhaustible number of lives in many parts of the world, in all periods of time."

— Louis L'Amour

"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."

— Ernest Hemingway

"For instance, on the planet Earth, man had always assumed that he was more intelligent than dolphins because he had achieved so much—the wheel, New York, wars and so on—whilst all the dolphins had ever done was muck about in the water having a good time. But conversely, the dolphins had always believed that they were far more intelligent than man—for precisely the same reasons."

— Douglas Adams

"For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

 For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

 For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.

 For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day.

 For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.

 People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms.

 As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself and the other for helping others."

— Audrey Hepburn

"I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing."

— Neil Gaiman

"It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone."

— Marilyn Monroe

"The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple."

— Oscar Wilde

"I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo.

"So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us."

— J.R.R. Tolkien

"If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?"

— Albert Einstein

"Have you fallen in love with the wrong person yet?'

Jace said, "Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself."

..."At least," she said, "you don't have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland."

"Not necessarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting."

— Cassandra Clare

"Wrinkles should merely indicate where the smiles have been."

— Mark Twain

"Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up."

— Pablo Picasso

you know i could go on forever...but i'll stop for now.

how did i do today, on Day One?