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'

Dear Jerusalem,

HERE I COME!

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

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

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 adventure...so 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

see Emma's original cover here: http://www.theordinarypursuit.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-of-kind-laptop-case.html 

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Emily and I have fun taking pictures in our room

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

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