Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Blonde People Love

I hate blonde people love.
I apologize if you are blonde and happen to love someone who is also blonde. To be honest, I probably don't even notice.
But in movies... *shudder* I hate it.

I watched "I am Number Four" this weekend.
How can you root for their love when they are both BLONDE?!

Needless to say, the only reason I watched the movie was for Alex Pettyfer.
I mean, I hated the girl he loved. 
The classic "I love old cameras and I'm unique and different and perfect because I don't want to be like anyone else" gets quite annoying.

I mean, if you really like old cameras, go ahead. Just don't be different to be different.

Okay. Done with the mini rant of the day.

In other news:
Sometimes... my life is perfect and then awkward.

Perfect being when I got to sing at a retirement home, get a snowcone and chicken nuggets with a redhead, and then take a walk and lay in a park for like an hour. (He wanted to tell me what he liked about me... what a sweetheart.)

Awkward being when my father drives past while I'm kissing in the driveway.

That would happen to me.
(This picture is a Sarah Dessen quote. I'll write about her soon. I have a secret obsession with her books.)

Monday, May 30, 2011

A Glimpse

A piece of our texting conversations:

Friday night, 12:27 am. (After the Rebel Incident)
Kimberly: Daniel, I don't want you to think I'm a bad person now.

Daniel: I know you're not a bad person. I love you still the same!
*two minutes later*
Daniel: I really meant that just so you know.

Monday, around 6 pm.
Kimberly: Daniel, we have a problem.

Daniel: Yes?
*five minutes later*
Daniel: I think I know what this is about, but tell me, please.

Kimberly: What do you think it is?

Daniel: [Today while in the car with a bunch of people], I wanted to hold your hand, but i got scared. I know they know we like each other but I was scared. Nervous. And I wanted to kiss you goodbye.

Kimberly: Oh, if you don't want to hold my hand in front of your friends, that's fine. I understand completely. I wish we could have kissed goodbye, but there were people there so I understand that, too. 
I was just gonna say that every time I'm with you I get giggle and silly. It's embarrassing! :)

Daniel: It's not that I don't want to, it's that I get nervous. And then I don't end up doing it! Do you?! Well, I think you're cute.... :)

Kimberly: Don't be nervous! It makes me happier than almost anything! *other conversation ensues*

We're the type of people that are so awkward and strange that it's funny.
He's the type of guy that I can be totally honest with. I don't have to worry if I amuse him.
I'm the type of girl who tells him that his ipod is full of music no one wants to listen to.
We're the ones that only have a week until his Graduation and then one summer and then things change.

... but we're the type of kids who seem to just ignore the deadline already set for us.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

When I Try to be a Rebel

When I try to be a rebel...
It doesn't work.
I got caught lying last night.

The one time I lie...
I get caught.
And I knew I would, too.

Stupid, Kimberly. Really stupid.

I attempted to lie to my parents and say Kara was waiting to drive me to a sleepover, but it was really Daniel who was going to drive me somewhere else. (Poor guy. He totally didn't know I wasn't allowed to go.)

And my parents caught me. Of course.

Long story short, we ended up driving around a neighborhood frantically trying to find Jenna's house. While we waited for Jenna to get to what we thought was her house, I just lay my head on the headrest and Daniel played with my hair. And we just sat there. I was distraught.
FINALLY, I got to the sleepover. Jenna had to talk to my mom so she could verify that I was really at her house.
The sleepover was fun. I was mildly hated because everyone was jealous of my really amazing luck. :) Oh, and we laughed like lunatics at every single thing anyone said.

Back to my lying.
I will be choosing my punishment. But the real punishment is that I feel so awful about it.

Lesson learned.

In other news: 
My redhead played in the final band of Cavestock.
He plays the guitar like a pro! What a stud.
I was pushed to the very front of the crowd.
He tossed me his baseball cap and I wore it for the night.
That was his last high school dance.
(If I knew how to copy images from facebook to here... I would post one of Chloe's lovely pictures. Help, anyone? With the new way they do picture viewing, I don't know how to copy one.)

I love Coldplay.
And I freaking love fortune cookies.
Ask me about that sometime.

I love Weezer as well.
This is my favorite song by them. (If you're wondering if I want you to, I want you to)

Weezer was played at Cavestock, as well as Coldplay. And the Killers. My type of music.
Despite my impending punishment, my life is awesome. :)

Thursday, May 26, 2011

I Suppose I Should Write This Blog Post...

I really should write this post.
But see, I've told this story so many times that I think everyone in this city has heard it.

Well, the lilacs make a reappearance.
Basically... this is what the scene looked like.
Just like this.
We picked lilacs.
The whole time I thought "Kiss me kiss me kiss me." And... he didn't.
So we started to walk back to the car. And in the middle of the grass field, next to the lilacs...
I got my first kiss.
That was two days ago.
For those who don't know, the first time a student council member kisses someone new, they must bring ice cream to the class. Hence, the 'Helado' post.
Tomorrow, I will bring my ice cream. :)

Yesterday, I got my second kiss. And third. And fourth. And fifth... 

Okay, from now on, my posts won't be like this.
But for one day... I think I'm allowed to be giddy.

I'm simply, amazingly, fanstastically happy.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Just My Luck

Don't you just love when embarrassing things happen?
His father who I had never met.
My job interview in 20 minutes.
Rushed (and deep red) smoothies.
A white skirt.
Also, his mother's skirt.

...I'll leave it up to your imagination what happened.

I laughed, but I just wanted his dad to like me! Of course I end up looking like an idiot.

We laughed about it already... but my face is still bright red.

Sunday, May 22, 2011


Once there was a girl who loved lilacs.
Loved them a lot.
And she had a terrible day.
Near tears, she called a boy.
He talked to her even though he was at a party. (He's really amazing like that.)

Flash forward 19 hours.

The doorbells rang.
The girl opened the door.
(She was wearing a white lace dress, true to her name.)
There stood a redheaded boy holding a cup of lilacs.

The girl almost cried.

The boy stayed for the evening, having a light-saber war with they girl's siblings.

And the girl was happy.

Hurt to Fear to Courage

It is well known that one rude, harsh, or unthoughtful sentence said to someone can ruin their entire day.

It is less known that a single kind sentence can do the same.

How you know you had a bad day: You start to relate with Catcher in the Rye quotes.

I suppose it's nice to know that somewhere in the world, I have a little island.
When I lived in New Zealand, there was a house that looked like the one in this picture.
We called it the Oompa Loompa house.
Sometimes I want to run back to my island.
But that's The Fear talking.

Keep Moving Forward.
Courage is... When you're afraid, but you find your strength, anyway.

I will make today better than yesterday and tomorrow better than today.

I think it's okay to be sad. But you have to get over that sadness. Life is beautiful.
Don't let yourself forget how blessed you are.

In completely other news: My redhead is coming to youth conference. I'm excited. ... :)

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

One Big Joke We're All In On

(I have a thing for hot air balloons.
One day, I will ride in one.
I find them extremely whimsical.)

Have you ever felt like everyone is watching you?
Like you look around in the halls and people are just... smiling at you?
They look at you and seem to say "Ahhhhhh!!!!!" (girly scream) with their eyes. Or they give this knowing look.
I feel like the world, collectively, is saying "We're happy for you!" (Which, you know, isn't a bad thing.)

But I never know what to do.

So if you ever look at me like that, don't be offended when I just pretend like I didn't see. What else am I supposed to do?

In other news...
...this is how I feel.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Change of Plans

The baseball game was cancelled today because of the rain... But I like rain, so it was okay.

But I still really, really wanted to see my redhead.

So we ran our errands together.

He's cute. :)
And we listened to Coldplay and Tom Petty and Rush (for him).

And he's really cute. :)

Monday, May 16, 2011

One Darling SBO

I just wanted to say: I love Jenna Abram!
Hi, Jenna!
Even if you come up to me in the hallway and simply say "I hate you." ;)
...I still love you.
One day I'm going to come steal all of your clothes.
And I will take a piece of your confidence so I can wear bright red lipstick, too.
You're seriously one of my role models. :)

Sunday, May 15, 2011

5 A.M.

Okay, it's not 5 A.M. while I'm writing this. But it was when I woke up.
I got home at 11:30 (racing for curfew...again.) I went to bed at 2. I woke up at 5. I don't think I was ever truly asleep that whole time.
I relived last night about 45 times.

I love how everyone is so different.
For some people, a kiss is a completely normal thing they can give anyone.
They've had experience and everyone else's new experiences seem somehow petty.
For others... we're still trying to make ourselves feel better about our VL-ness.
(Please note that sentence: I am still un-kissed. Don't be jumping to conclusions, people!)
For me?
Last night, in its simple, perfect, innocence, was all that I was looking for.

I have no words.
Okay, that's a lie. I've got ten million words. I've got 20 million pictures floating through my head.
5 A.M. has never been so wonderful.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Notes and No Shoes; Authors and Plasma Cars.

Yesterday I kept thinking "I could totally write a blog post about this! And find cute pictures and everything!"
I've joined the ranks of the obsessed bloggers.

I gave someone a note.
Let's just say I ended my three-boy conundrum.
I chose one.

Somewhere throughout the day, I lost my shoes.
Seriously. I had to walk everywhere barefoot.
How does someone lose their shoes at school??
This picture was chosen because:
1) The bare feet.
2) Every summer has a story. And I'm just waiting to find out what this one's is.

I learned a lot from not wearing shoes, but writing it would simply make this blog post too long.
Oh, I never found my shoes.

I met my favorite author yesterday! It was wonderful!
She creates magic.
I'm excited to see what I learn from her newest book!

To end the night, I did something childish.
And it was possibly the funnest thing ever.
I left my house at 10:30. That means I only had 45 minutes and then I would have to leave to make my curfew.
First, a really cute redhead came and picked me up.
Then we played on these:
(This girl makes it look so easy.)
We played tag with them. We all cheated at some point and used our feet.

Instead of going home when I should have, I stayed an extra minute.
This means I was a minute late for curfew.
In my house, that is a big deal.
But my boy (can I call him that now?) ran me to my door because he wanted to be a gentleman.
What a sweetheart. :)

I can't believe I waited to long to tell him (and myself) how I feel.
I've got two weeks. Then he's gone.
Then we've got one summer... right?
I guess this means I've got to make these weeks count.

One of Heavenly Fathers Tender Mercies of the Day:
-A Friday that was fantastic from start to finish.

~The Girl in the Dress

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Two for One

Well, this is post two for one day.
Sorry about that.
Remember how I said that today I offended the kid that has basically had my heart for... years?
(We're sort of on the road back to friendship...sort of.)
Well, I went to the library today.
This is probably what I looked like.
Okay, not really at all.
In my dreams.
In reality, I probably had a crazed, frenzied look in my eye.
I cracked myself up with that image. :)

Anyway. Guess who I saw.
I mean, it shouldn't have been a surprise. All of the Juniors in Honors English have to do a research project.
And, of course, our future valedictorian would be at the library. At the same. Exact. Time.

....Wait, what?

If anyone needs me, I'll be staring at my ceiling.

Again and Again

Sometimes... I'm taught something. And then I have to be taught the same thing again and again.
Because I tend to forget what I've learned.

So for the benefit of y'all, I will tell you what I must be taught daily.
-You cannot take what you have for granted. Love each blessing everyday, individually.
-It is better to have a clear conscience than to be well known or popular.
-You are you, and God loves that. And really, His opinion is the only one that matters.

And my life motto, the one I forget and must relearn:
Nothing is ever, ever what you plan it to be. Yeah, it might turn out terrible. Worse than you planned. Most of the time, it goes better. Odds are... when it's all said and done, you wouldn't have had it any other way.

This morning I woke up and it was one of those days where you just know that you're going to be miserable.
I missed Seminary. I became upset. I started my daily rant before I even left my kitchen. As I drove to school I distinctly thought "Today is going to be bad. Today is going to be one of those days where I'm bitter, cruel, and people better run for their lives.

...Then, I was blessed with a Tender Mercy. My current theme song came on the radio.
I haven't heard it for days. Trust me, I've been listening for it.
I ended up walking into the school singing and dancing. I sang all day. And you know what? Everything went 100% different than I planned. If I could redo this day, I wouldn't.

It was amazing. (Even when I told the boy who I've been stuck on for years that he always wears muscle shirts and he got offended.) In the words of Jakob, "Keine Sorge." Don't worry. :)

Count the Tender Mercies, learn the lessons again and again, and it'll be fine. :)

Sunday, May 8, 2011

A Comparison

There is a reason we aren't supposed to compare ourselves to others.
It makes us miserable.
All morning I was so sad. The thing was: I knew that I shouldn't be.
I knew I shouldn't compare myself to her, or her, or her, or anyone else. But I still was.

Thank heavens for church!
I didn't have a huge revelation or feel tons better about myself, I was just reassured.
I'll be fine. I was not sent here to fail.

And guess what?
I'm very, very blessed.

-I got to take a brain squashing test, and I feel I did great.
-That test will get me to where I want to go.
-I was given friends at the test so I wouldn't be miserable.
-I got to go on a date.
... with a great boy.
-And, of course, I get my mom. She's great. I want to be like her!

So no, I'm not 100% better. But I know I can work at this. 
And one day? I'll be good. :)

Friday, May 6, 2011

A Sweet Surprise

After you have a fantastic day... you think you've reached your quota of joy for the time being.
I mean, you went to an impromptu tailgate party.
You finished your AP testing.
It was a Friday.
And then...
Your mom shows you this:

"The Miss Kim lilac is one of the most beautiful and fragrant of all lilac bushes...The Miss Kim lilac is even more fragrant than roses."
Yep, there is a lilac that shares your name. Lilacs are your favorite flower...
Your life just got 40% better.

Thursday, May 5, 2011


I have a problem that I like to call "Ihatebeingteased."

And sometimes I cry because of it. (*cough*Coray...)

 But because I'm friends with these two boys, I get teased. A lot.
Meet Coray and Reese. Yes, they are wearing matching purple V-necks, and yes, Coray is blinking.
These boys are basically my sons. Or I'm their brother. Yep, you read that right. Their brother. Long story.
Anyway. Teasing.
Everyday. Every-day. I get teased.
Today it was because of this:
This is how I stand.
I'm a natural ballerina, believe it or not. I started at age 5.
I walk in a constant 1st postion (a duck waddle, really).
I stand in 4th.
This is funny to them.
But you know what? I love them anyway.
All you girls out there: I know you all love them.
And that's fine.
I'm their mother. It's nice to meet you. :)
Despite the teasing, I love spending time with them. They're my boys. :) They make me... happy.
I'm SO blessed to have them in my life!!
I just love this picture. :)

And the update of the day: Guess who got asked on a date on Saturday? :)

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

An Addiction

To the creator of Facebook: Do you know what you've done to me?
No, wait. 
To the creator of the Internet in General: You are the reason my skin is pasty white. (Okay, that's a lie. I'm not WHITE.... I'm just much whiter than a 1/4 Mexican should ever be!)

In other news, a good addiction: the radio.
If someone asked me to choose between listening to my ipod in the car and listening to the radio, I would choose radio. It introduces me to the mainstream gems such as *Magic* by B.O.B (theme song of 1st semester) and *Tonight, Tonight* (theme song of 2nd semester). The current mainstream loves?

-Rolling in the Deep by Adele
-Tonight, Tonight (as previously stated) .... I'm too lazy to look up who sings it
- For the First Time by The Script

For those who refuse to swim with the rest of the fishes (mainstream.... ha), I've got some others.

Playlist from the DanceCo. Concert:

-Corner of Your Heart by Ingrid Michaelson*****
- Iridescent by Linkin Park
- Gone by NSYNC (Hey, no judging here!)
- World Spins Madly On by the Weepies *****
- Indestructible by Robyn (so different from what I usually like... but I love it!)
- Dream by Priscilla Ahn*****

So... I guess this post ended up being about music. Let's tie this all together.
Internet Addiction: Bad. Especially when I've got AP testing tomorrow and the next day.
Radio Addiction: Good.
Music: Great. Oh, and Coldplay and The Killers? ALWAYS a win. :)

and a bonus... Growing Flirting Addiction: Bad. Remember those two boys? Yeah, well, add another one to the list...

Monday, May 2, 2011

I Guess It's True.

They say once you start a blog, you somehow have time to blog.
This is true.

Well, let's get started.
What do all girls blog about? ....Oh, boys.
I guess I can do that.
Seeing as how, you know, I like boys. Once every blue moon, a boy likes me, too!
The thing about my life right now: Two blue moons came at once.
I've got two wonderful boys yet I like neither.
(Quick sidenote: Some people say that the word "like" is immature or stupid. What do you think you feel? Love? I think love comes after years of trial and error. Liking and infatuation are part of being in high school. And that's fine.)
Back to my boys. :)

...They're wonderful. As different as can be. The similarities: They both have strong testimonies and they are both hilarious. Everything else? 100% different.
Why, Kimberly? Why are you so stupid that you can't like boys who write wonderful notes? Boys who call you Kimberly when no one else does? Boys who remember absolutely everything about you? Boys who absolutely love to be around you?

The simple truth: the heart wants who it wants. And my heart wants neither of them.
One day, I will meet someone. Every time I see him my heart will explode and my stomach will have those classic butterflies. That day isn't today. 
I liked a boy, once. For a long, long time.
But that was a while ago, and I've realized I've got a lot of growing to do before I find my real man. :)
That boy, the one I liked? He defined my life for a long time. I'm not going to let an oblivious boy have that control over me again.
Anyway, that's it for today. :)

Sunday, May 1, 2011

If You Can't Beat 'Em...

...Join 'Em.
Hello, Blogging World.
I've arrived.
I guess I'll start with the basics.
The Name: Kimberly Noelle.
The Blogging Name: The Girl in the Dress.
Why that Name? I did not wear a pair of pants until the time I learned to ride a bike. From birth, I've had an obsession with dresses. There is a special place in my heart for white dresses. If I see one in a store... I don't look at anything else. If I had money... my closet would be chalk full of dresses. Just ask my mother. She's saved me from bankruptcy many-a-time.
Reason Number Two for the Name: Dear John by Taylor Swift. I'm sure you've heard it. "Don't you think I was too young to be messed with/ "the girl in the dress" cried the whole way home..." I will admit: I am a teenage girl who loves Taylor Swift. Judge me all you want, but I won't (and cannot) deny it.

And Finally...
The Reason for the Blog: I have to remember how blessed I am. Lately, I've been Blog Stalking. I read the stories of everyone's lives, and I have to remember: My Story is Worth Telling. I don't know if anyone will read it... but I'll at least put in out there.
Oh, and will this be a dramatic blog? I sure hope not. Pray for me to keep my senses!