Awkward Updates.

This post is a prime example of the "type and erase" game. It's something I do generally all the time, but this post has been the worst! I seriously have re-written absolutely nothing of substance about 100 different ways, all without success. I couldn't decided what to talk about and then I couldn't choose a photo and it really went downhill from there.

That being said, here are the deets! Do what you want with them...


-"The only reason you go to Paris is to post photo on instagram and make everyone jealous."

- Texting Emily.. "So I'm having a problem! When I say IDK, it's to casual! But when I say 'I don't know', it's too fancy". Thankfully, Em's got my back: "Just say, IHNYATK (I have not yet acquired that knowledge.)" Perfect middle ground, if you ask me.

-" With a little editing, you'll look great!" - said whilst taking Emily's photos.

- Watching a movie with Emily and turning to one another AT THE EXACT SAME TIME and saying how good of a movie it was. It was actually scary.

-Someday we are going to film our tennis lessons because we would be youtube sensations for sure! Our only disclaimer would be that you laugh with us, not at us. Because otherwise we might be worried that you didn't like our kung fo moves mid game!

-"these lipsticks are on the same wavelength."

-talking to myself and saying, "well, if I were you I would..."

-seeing the clock at 10:10, 11:11 and 12:12 in one night. I was feeling very proud.

(all quotes by me, thank you very much, unless otherwise noted. Just to clarify, I don't want to make someone else look stupid for no reason!)

TP as in Teen Pact

The funny thing about the week at Teen Pact, was that it wasn't what I planned at all. I planned to have a terrible time, to be lonely and bored and especially miserable. But God got a good laugh out of those (what can I say? I pride myself on my impeccable humor!) and revealed his plan. And it involved new friends, so much laughter and good, good times.

Despite ALLLL the hoopla it took to get there, we arrived in Georgia and the stars aligned and we had a grand time. THOSE SOUTHERN MANNERS YA'LL, they are something else! And it was snowing and I had a buddy to whisper with and rice cake jokes and also, surprisingly I easily went a week without Pinterest? (who would have thought!)

Didn't know it was possible to love a group of silly kids this much. And sorry for all the weirdo photos, this is what happens when you don't bring your camera. Desperate blog posts call for desperate (stalking) measures, but creeping is what I was born to do and so I shall do it!

Get yourself a pencil skirt and head right on over to TeenPact. Seriously, you can't go wrong!

LIP LOVIN'

Okay girls, let's talk about lipstick! I realized a few days ago that I had a great and untamable urge to talk about lip products. The unfortunate part was that I realized this whilst texting a boy. And though he mmhmm'd and such, it was clear I was marketing to the wrong audience. So, a blog post is here!

Let me begin my lipstick story at the start! After begging since I was 5 years old, mom finally bought me a "beginner" lipstick last year.  Which basically means it was clear but it had just enough pink to convince me, it was legit! So legit that KJ used it when he was desperate for chap stick! At that point, I was feeling kind of messed up, so I went and bought a HOT pink one.

Now, I love me some hot pink but NOT ON MY LIPS. Because hot pink is good anywhere but there. And then I was terrified of lip products for almost 6 months, since looking like a clown is not really my style. (Well, not intentionally anyway...)

But! Lo and behold, the heavens opened and normal lipsticks fell out! The harps were playing the angels were singing, and I found the babies. And while new irrational fears have risen out of lipstick (I always get it all over my face. Thus, I have to pull the "casually checking the back of my ipod" since we all know that when in distress, ipods double as mirrors.)

Anway, thanks for chatting! Do you have anything to add? Lipsticks are one of God's gifts, are they not?

Of Drama and Cheese

Oh, I do love some cheese! Our drama performance was last week. And while it was the epitome of cheese itself (only the finest cheddar), I had so much fun. I was wearing a cape for both acts, which proves to be very hazardous while walking, standing, sitting, and breathing. And oh, the eye rolls! I rolled my eyes so many time (I was Caroline Bingley you see, and eye rolling is required.) I'd been practicing for 16 years! And in those 6 hours of performance I got out enough eye rolls to hopefully last me a year. Or a week, at least.

 ▲▲Talk about being swallowed in gold fabric and window treatments! That dress was no joke! And here is me, being awkward, not pictured are the 200 people who watched me (through their fingers I'm sure!)

▲▲Let's play a game called "What kind of forest animal does Kryn look like?" Because I can't decide if I look like a fox or a raccoon or a vicious anchovy. Obviously I have expanded from forest animals, but anyway. Eyebrows can really change a girl, no? Female one minute, man eating anchovy the next.

▲▲Sadly this pin is my life, so all these really push the "artistic" envelope. Still they grace the blog because these girls are my favorite, and 18th century costumes deserve to be documented, even in blurry form.

Despite the fact that the performances were incredibly humiliating, I had a grand time! Honestly the entire week was the Lord's doing, I ended up not being sick, not puking and not sweating like a menopausal woman. All in all, I'd say it went well!

Louvre and Mona Pizza and all that jazz.

 

Our visit to the Louvre probably would have been far more impressive had we not just been to the National Gallery. In there alone you could easily see enough private body parts and demon possessed babies to last a lifetime (a year at least.) On the other hand, the Louvre itself was INCREDIBLY beautiful. Those French sure were doing something right back then...although these days, one may wonder! Anyway, let's Louvre it up, shall we?

▲▲ In which, I saw the Mona Lisa. (The Mona Pizza, if you are feeling fancy.) It was surprisingly small and equally unimpressive. But still, it's a great work of art, and now I've seen it! And that is very satisfactory.

Regardless, it was an amazing experience! Still can't believe I was actually IN Paris, ya know?!? Dreams do come true!

Nothing to see here...!

We've had a nice week here! It's been rainy for days and I haven't seen the sun in so long. Also, my appearance hasn't seen any effort in an equal amount of time, something with the weather hmm? My mom has been sick and my dad has been out of town. I've been here playing house, and it's my most favorite game to play.

Sophie's been acting crazy, and our bird (singular not plural, since the other bit the dust whilst we were gallivanting in Paris.) has been chirping up a storm. Between playing house and puppy parenting I feel as if I grew up 30 years. Buuuuuut.... my obsession with Jennifer Lawrence memes brings me back to the reality that I am really 10, at best.

And also, I'm dreading next week and all the terror that it will ensue. Because we have our drama performance! The one I've been sweating over and having nightmares about for 5 months. On the one hand, I'll be free! On the other, Teen Pact comes directly after. And somehow wearing a pencil skirt and 3 pairs of spanks doesn't seem to be the epitome of freedom.

On a random note (the only one in this post, i promise.), I've been itching to dye my hair, or straighten it at least. And also, Emily and I finally watched a decent movie (we are notorious for watching the dumbest movies ever made!) and we are both proud and terrified, because it can only be downhill from here.

 Randomness, Ahoy! Off to cuddle with my pal, Netflix, because what else are rainy days for. (More of a declarative sentence than interrogative, because we all know it's fact.)  Also, what's with all this black and white nonsense? Colorfest resumes tomorrow, mark your calenders.

On representing America well.

 On our second night in Paris, a French cafe was in order! Geeze guys, the Paris cafe's are what DREAMS ARE MADE OF. And when the waiters say bon appetit it actually sounds good, not like the cheesy people at Denny's who say it and sound extremely pathetic. And you will be  happy to know that I did my best to accurately represent the American teenager by texting the entire meal. Nothing like a little American Pride!! Shout out to all my homgirlz, please pass the iPhone.

Spot the Kryn in her silly Paris Hat! It's a fun game to play.
XOXO! And American Teenagers ahoy!