my entire life is a list, i have a series of notebooks filled with them.
lists of: what i wore this month. what i need to do this week. favorite songs. websites i should look at. magazines and books i need to read. adventures i want to take. my favorite flowers. things i'm good at. things i'm not good at. things i want to be good at someday.
and of course i want to show them off, because they're pants.
"notes to self."
make the term "pants" popular again.
frank ocean (who is that guy?)
erin fetherston's apartment on vogue.com
friends are nicer to you when you call them on occasion. (it will happen bobbie, megan, i promise!)
second day shampoo is a half-lie.
volleyball is not your best sport (but you sure do try.) (thanks, epicenter kids, that night was pants.)
jokes are always welcomed. (true story. )
"on this marvelous wednesday, i will:"
run around the block
jump into the pool.
feathers in my hair (so i can whip it.)
clean the bathroom because dirty ones are rude.
pretend to be french. (fake it 'till you make it.)
epicenter!
write (home, poem, essay, song, novel, call to arms, about dinosaurs.)
be pants. (as always.)
AND:
my favorite song of the week, up up up by the givers
. listen to it when you wake up. i just solved america's caffeine addiction. (AND. you can download it for free on amazon. WIN!)
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