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Sorry that I've been a little MIA these past few days.

First, I lost the cord for my laptop so it died (+ no internet)  

Second, I've just been too busy living up the last few days before school starts up again.

Hanging out with some fantastic people (you can see them here, here, here, and here!)

Also, celebrated my birthday early (it's not till late January) with friends back home

which included a wonderful party complete with mustaches on sticks.

(they're my fav.)

So until next year, wishing all of you a Happy New Year!

Happy New Year, lovelies!

love me some chocolate.

(the title has absolutely nothing to do with the following post.)

I hope you all had a marvelous Christmas! I most definitely did!

My parents surprised my sibs and I with a trip to Williamsburg and Busch Gardens so I'm currently sitting on a heavily comforted, bleached white bed in a beautiful Hilton Garden Inn (room 204 to be exact. Please don't come visit me.) 

Busch Gardens was stunning. There were Christmas lights absolutely everywhere and it was breathtaking.  

We're planning to go visit Colonial Williamsburg tomorrow. 

Because I've lived so close my entire life, I've visited it many times but I love it more every time I come. 

History nut? I think yes. 

I hope you all had lovely Christmases (get anything especially good?) and will have splendid New Years!

Happy Monday, lovelies!

p.s. isn't my sister, Sara Maria, just the cutest? 

We have the most fantastic, impromptu photo booth sessions ever. 

the art of pretending (bum bum bummmm...it's not that bad. I promise.)

So I decided I better not die and make this little bloggy (err maybe not) live on by itself so here I am, not fully dead, but not quite back to my usual self. That may be a good thing but we shall not dwell on that and instead let's dwell about why in the world someone would create words like dwell and shall.

(ticktockticktockticktock...)

ok. now that we have thought on that for a bit, let's practice the art of pretending you're not sick and how that all goes down while shooting an outfit for your blog. or just shooting in general.

With a camera. Leave the guns shoved up on top of your incredibly dirty shelf where they belong.

Sounds good? excellent! 

Let's get started...

1. Sit down for at least some of the pictures.

This way people don't see you about to fall down because your legs are too tired to hold you up any longer. I tried to tell mine that I wasn't that heavy. They didn't listen to me.

2. Take photos of your beautiful new shoes (so you can sit down just a wee bit longer).

Aren't they just the bombdiggity? (Thanks Nana <3)

3. Zone out. That vacant stare? yes. That's me. I was thinking about cotton candy and puppies.

Just kidding. I was hating on myself for letting myself endure the absolute torture of having myself photographed so myself could post them on a blog and write all about the photos of myself. 

4. Repeat! (just with a full body shot. You can tell your photographer Addie said so.

That probably won't mean a thing to them but that's beside the point.

And if you take your own photos...I'm pretty jealous of your fancy schmancy remote

or your incredibly ability of being able to post in front of a tripod with self timer.

I just find that much too awkward to handle.

Because posing in front of your all-too-cool, teenage little brother isn't awkward at all.)  

5. Dance a little bit and than promptly pass out on the wet grass that is wet and not snow covered because it's a disgusting 67 degrees outside.

. . .

I didn't really pass out. I'm not that graceful. I just sat down rather hardly on that wet grass and succeeded in wetting my pants in a rather unfortunate place.

(me: 'No, really! I didn't pee in my pants. gosh.')

6. Enjoy the wonderfulness of your wool poncho that you paid nothing for and than creep your way back inside and promptly pass out on your bed because who knew all that was so exhausting?

 Happy Eve of the Eve of Christmas Eve!

(me? excited? nawww.)

rag doll. (that's me!)

As I mentioned in this post, I was out of town (visiting friends back home in Charlottesville, VA) from Friday until mid Monday (which was excellent).

I was hoping to get a post up Monday afternoon but decided to get super sick instead.

Great idea, right? And I figured the timing couldn't possibly be even better, it being 4 days till Christmas and all (that was all sarcasm, of course).

I've been running a fairly consistent 102 fever for the past two days and it's been absolutely horrible.

That and a sore everything possible. and headaches. and I can't swallow hardly anything.

The pain I can handle. It's annoying but it's not that bad. It's this complete weakness that is miserable.

Every time I get up I feel like I'm going to pass out.

I can't even lift a milk jug out of the refrigerator.

As long as this is all gone by Christmas, I'll be fine.

And I've got quite a few new clothing pieces I can't wait to show you.

But that will have to wait until I don't look like I was run over by a truck, chewed up by a mad Dr. Seuss creation, and swung around like a rag doll.

And with that lovely ending note,

Happy Wednesday, pretties!