Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Dear Pinterest,

I hate you.

Because you take a third-grader's art project and turn it into the most classy thing in the entire world.

And I know that no matter how hard I try, life is never like that.

Because jeans will always be more comfortable than your cutest pinned outfit.
Because my kids are going to want to destroy my house with un-matching clothes and messy faces.
Because no matter how much I try otherwise, I live in the 21-century...and nothing in my life is old-fashioned, lace-y, or sepia toned.

And you know what? I think I'm ok with that...

:/ *Sigh* at least I will be someday.

Please leave my life. Love, Chloe'

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Dear Half Marathon,

My roommate, Emily, is going through indescribable odds to train for you. She's one of the most amazing people I've ever met. She takes on, like, 4 times the life-load I do, and still manages to rock at everything. Literally. I'm so so so very proud of her.

I tried to run with her the other day. Little did I know she'd be running UPHILL!!!!!! AND A MILE FURTHER THAN I DID! "What the heck?"

Consider yourself beat. Emily Hales is in the house.......or should I say on the street???? Either way, watch out.

Sincerely, Chloé

Dear Professor Kearl,

I'm sure you know this (and probably love this), but your class is notorious for being super difficult to do well in.

I was thinking about taking your class in a few semesters until my academic counselor looked at me and said, "My husband had really good grades...and then he almost failed Kearl's class. Avoid taking Econ 110 from him. Really."

My boyfriend just got a B+ on your test. I'm not sure what to think. I mean, part of me is super proud of him, of course. With his GENIUS mind, it makes sense.

HOWEVER: with the amount he studies, I'm a bit concerned. He procrastinates and reads the chapter and does the homework late Wednesday night. And that's about it. If I did that, I'd probably fail your class. So what I'm saying is that your class may or may not have just been outwitted. I feel like your system just got cheated.

Then again, he admitted that your class is the only class in which he does not chill on Facebook the entire time. So congratulations. You're the first professor to get him to pay attention...even if it's through authoritarian means. Consider yourself accomplished.

Either that or he just proved what you can accomplish by simply paying attention and doing the readings. Perhaps I should try this sometime.

:) -Chloé

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Dear Hallmark,

First of all: push play below for ideal background music to the introduction of this post

“No words to describe it”
This post is going to sound like I hate you…and I don’t mean it to. I understand that all you want is to make money off the average consumer-ized American. I don’t blame you for that. I just have a personal rant to go on, in the name of all things you stand for. I hope that’s alright, greeting-card-and-social-norm-manufacturer……Nothing personal.
You know when you j-walk and you have to look both ways before you cross the street? Do you ever just listen both ways and cross the street? I tried this morning, because the street felt vacant. But last minute, I looked both ways, just in case.  And guess what? The street was empty, and the silence more prominent in it’s consumption of my mind. Why did I look? Why have I become so dependent on what my eyes take in? Why is it that I’ve trained my heart to believe that my eyes are a more trust-worthy sense?
Perhaps it’s because I forget to feel. Forget to trust my heart. Forget to live in the moment, and instead allow myself to be consumed by my previous habits.
But yesterday? Yesterday was good.
 This playlist is now switching songs:

Valentine’s Day. A day dreaded by almost every single woman on this planet. No pun intended.
And you want to know why? Perhaps it’s because all a girl wants is to be loved. And when I say loved, I mean understood. No amount of flowers or chocolates or expensive dinners or kisses could compensate for raw love. Sometimes, all a girl needs is to be listened to, understood, and treated accordingly.
One more time:

And so, my dear friends at Hallmark Inc, you missed the point:
Because no words can describe when you look into someone’s eyes and suddenly the world stands still. Linked. Locked. Literally: just sitting there, being more intimately connected with that someone then you could ever have thought to be. Because it’s then when things make sense. It’s then when you remember why you are here. Not just here here, but here: at this exact point through the path you’ve climbed in life. And they tell you what they want and you decide you care about them so much, that the most logical thing on the planet is to fulfill that desire. Cost unconsidered. And suddenly you don’t remember the meaning of the word sacrifice. Because it’s not. This is just you, living your life with them in it. And this is what happens. This is what you chose. And then you know in that instant that someone understands you.
Because no words can describe how you feel when Lady Antebellum walks onto the stage introducing your favorite song. No words can describe that feeling when you let go of everything and get lost in the music.
Because no words can say what lyrics can.
Because no words can express what music can.  Austen sent me a song yesterday. “Age of Adz.” –Sufjan Stevens. For the first minute of the song, I literally thought that the person I am currently most intimately connected with had gone completely insane. But then, I did my research. Wikipedia. Of course.
"Stevens has stated in interviews that in 2009/10, he suffered from a mysterious debilitating virus infection that affected his nervous system. He experienced chronic pain and was forced to stop working on music for several months. He said: "The Age of Adz, is, in some ways, a result of that process of working through health issues and getting much more in touch with my physical self. That's why I think the record's really obsessed with sensation and has a hysterical melodrama to it."

And guess what? the world made sense again. It was exactly as he described. Like I said, music does things words couldn't even attempt. And that, Halmark, is why the world wins. And why the world is beautiful. And why I never buy any dang greeting cards. Because somethings just work. Somethings just have to be felt to make sense.
                               Sincerely, chloémichelle

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Dear Emma,

Almost 6 hours and .75¢ later...I got  my laptop cover to look like THIS! I'm a little bitter you got your book for a whole quarter less than mine...but I loved my DI it all works out. :) hehe

YOU ARE AMAZING! Thanks so much for the inspiration. Thanks for reminding me that the world can be BEAUTIFUL! 
Sincerely, Chloe' Michelle



Emily and I have fun taking pictures in our room

HOPEFULLY they'll fit on my laptop when they are dry!

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Dear World,

Sometimes I get scared that you are full of horrible people. That aren't classy. That the society that sits upon you is degrading...

And then, I wander over your crust and find people that captivate my interest.

Thanks for sending me good friends. And family.

Sincerely, Chloé

Friday, February 3, 2012

Dear Kelsee,

My roommates give me                    s m a c k
all the time because I "lie to them," calling each one of them "my best friend." I forget that no one else knows what I'm talking about (except for you) when I use that term. 

I don't exactly know when you and I started using that phrase as a double meaning for the complex mix of emotions we feel, but I still love that we do. I think it was right before Senior year. I had a best friend. THE ONLY best friend I've ever known. You had yours. Tosh was your everything, Tyler was mine.

AND THEN life sent our worlds spinning. You left your wonderful Idaho homeland to travel to the...a...interesting town of Park City, Utah. To this day, I still think you were bitter towards Utah for a long time. To this day, I thank the Lord you came to find me.

We just ended up at the same place. Everyone left the party except you and I...and then we talked for who-knows-how-long.Instant connection. Instant friendship.

Then it just worked. Suddenly I needed you in my everyday life. Then I needed Erika. Then I needed Nathan. And finally, I needed Josh Paul. Then Sarah and Kinz. Each of our friends were so incredibly close to my heart that I couldn't even think of how to describe it. So..."best friend" was what I chose. And then you used it too. Suddenly, T was best friend. And so was I. And it just worked. And life was wonderful.


SO: to make a short story long: you seven are the ones who changed my life. You governed my thoughts, advice, weekend agenda, and music choice.

Music. Random. I know, right? But here's the story. Kels, I have a new best friend. His name is Austen. If you ever get the chance to meet him, I wouldn't be surprised if you find him AMAZING!!!! He's probably the most interesting person I've ever met in my life...apart from maybe my sister. 

And you think I'm kidding.

I absolutely love talking to him. He's slowly changing my life. :) Best friend status. You see the connection?    You see, I'm almost 20. I have grown more in the last 4 years of my life than I give myself credit for, but I know I still have a long way to go until I'm the person I want to be. Being friends with Austen makes me realize that I can be the person I want to be....TODAY! He just goes out and DOES stuff. LEARNS stuff. IS the person he wants to be. So if you were wondering, that's why I'm here today. Why I'm writing you/the world/who ever reads this blog. To learn. Even if that means the boring school...much to Austen's dismay.


Anyway: music. Kels, Austen likes Radiohead. I'm not sure how much...but from what I can tell, I think it's pushing the line of addiction. Which is cool and all...considering that neither you or I have sat through an entire Radiohead song in our lives...ok maybe you have...but...still. It gets me thinking: His taste in music is a lot different then mine. And I hope he doesn't hate me for that. Who knows? Maybe he'll convert me...but maybe not. You know why? Cuz my entire love for music came from you seven. Wanna know why? K good, I'm going to tell you:
Tyler: we got all dressed up once and went to the symphony. One of the most phenomenal nights ever. #1 Because for some reason, I LOVE dressing up and feeling like I'm classy. It's one of my favorite things. #2 Because I just love classical music. Simple as that.     OH! And musicals. Tyler and I love musicals.
Nathan: Holy crap. Where do I begin? Between all of Nathan's ensembles, I probably listened to him play jazz piano at least once a week for the duration of Senior year. And loved every minute of it. Sway at the Riverhorse. Sticky Keys combo with the band kids. His trio with Chris and Parker. All-State Jazz. High School Jazz Ensemble. Plus our fetish with Michael Bublé. Can you see why I'm OBSESSED with live jazz gigs? 
Erika: I literally think that half of the time we were in a car together we just blasted Taylor Swift. We love to sing. T-Swift is perfect sing along music. Makes sense, no? Good, good times.
You: I hated everything about the sound of country music...until I fell in love with it. It just happened all of a sudden. The lyrics are just way too great. They make you believe that boys actually DO have hearts. Thanks for understanding me.
Josh Paul: Taught me a love for the guitar. :) 
Kinz: My music role model. A combo of country and guitar and all things wonderful. Kinz is one of the reasons I write my own songs.
Sarah: :) Taught me to be in love with music. She's Indie like that. And I'm proud.

Anyway. I thought that was a pretty cool discovery I had this morning. 
Thanks for the smiles. I love my best friend.

Dear roommates: I hope you understand now.  :)

Dear Austen: I hope you don't hate me now. :)

Dear anyone else: If you made it this far, CONGRATS!