Faking It

Sledgehammer by Fifth Harmony Newsies Soundtrack by Newsies The Original Broadway Cast My Heart Is Split by Kerrigan and Lowdermilk Cool for the Summer by Demi Lovato One Singular Sensation by A Chorus Line The Original Broadway Cast Cough Syrup by Young the Giant The Ever After Album by Marianas Trench, shout out to Truth or Dare and So Soon Worth It by Fifth Harmony Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon I Want It All by Karmin Don't Hold Your Breath by Nicole Scherzinger Everybody's Got the Right from  Assassins  (I've been watching the 2004 Tony performance constantly)

I had a lot of favorite books when I was a kid (read that as every book I picked up was a favorite), but I read one about a girl who goes to visit her grandma and goes through all of her old grandma stuff but one of her favorite things to do is go through the button basket. This grandma kept a basket full of buttons that had fallen off of garments or were used to make certain pieces. The book was all about the grandma telling the stories associated with the buttons and I just loved it. I was so captivated with those stories. I wanted a button basket.   Confession: I haven't thrown away a button ever. Oh, don't get me wrong, that doesn't mean I have a cute button basket with lots of great stories attached to them. No, I have random buttons and the buttons in bags just everywhere. There's at least one in every drawer. I'm not even going to get into what my jewelry box looks like. The whole point of the grandma button basket was to tell great stories about the

I have lunch with my friends every now and then because we're friends and that's what you do with friends. You have lunch. And there's one constant you can count on if you ever eat with me. So the thing is... Confession: I choke at least once during every meal. I could expand this to include every time I eat anything. I've had a few close calls with gum. While I was having lunch with some girlfriends last week, they noticed. How could they not? I took a normal sized bite of my Falafel and then gasped like I was coming up for air after being underwater for a while. I ate with a guy friend of mine, and he did not notice. I was really concerned that that was going to be the one that got me too. I had to tell him to pay attention because I had 3 very concerning blockages during the same taco. But we've watched "30 Rock" together so he knows that I know that you're supposed to fall on the counter to save yourself if you're alone and choking. App

I've done a lot of new things this year. It's been a good one for me and I think I've been more open to trying things. And maybe I should be growing up and acting like an adult or something, but I want to keep learning and being brave. But there are some things I haven't done yet. Confession: I've never built a fort. I don't really have a head for architecture and when I was a kid I couldn't figure out how they were supposed to be constructed or with what. Pillows, blankets, plastic sheeting, I still don't know what they're made of if I'm being honest. Plus, I hate being really hot and I can never keep my head under a blanket for a long period of time and I feel like in a fort I would suffocate. We had a tent in our basement (that's how much I hate being outside--we put the tent inside) and I couldn't really be in it with another person. But I'm pretty sure you can't build or enjoy a fort alone. Maybe some day I'll be br

I was told when I was younger that people always say what they really mean. That you may not intend to say it out loud, but it's a true reflection of the way they really feel. When I was a kid I thought that was pretty harsh; I think we can all think of times we've said something we didn't mean to. I said lots of hurtful things because I was angry or defensive and sometimes I really wanted to hurt someone and I knew what to say to do it. Growing up though, I held on to this idea that we say what we mean. And recently, a lot of my friends have taken such delight in the bizarrely honest things that come out of my mouth or show up on my face even when I'm determined not to say anything. I constantly hear something along the lines of, "I think the things you're saying, I wish I would say it." Confession: I mean every word. When I think back on the times when I've said something sincere or funny or hurtful, I know, in most cases at least, I never sh