Sunday, October 21, 2012

On Nature and Working Hard

I love nature.  Especially fall nature.  So I take pictures of it to get my mind off of stress and such.  I also have decided I want a Canon 60D.  I love that camera so. so. much.  For realsies.

I also love hand lettering.  Have I told you that?  I love so many different letterers (is that what they are called?)  And I have recently started doing my own lettering.  Something about that just calms me down, and gives me time to think.  I might have found my calling in life.  And I can't talk about it and not show you, so the last picture is of one of my favorites.  I'm working on another right now that I think will also be placed into the "favorites" category.  So stay tuned for that one.  Enough words now, on to pictures!

Crunch leaves and....

Autumn sunsets... What more could a girl ask for?

Isn't fall beautiful?  Ahhhh....

Doesn't this quote just sum it all up?  Work hard and be nice to people.  Simple.  And I love the satisfaction that comes from making something that I like, other people like and makes me proud.  See, hard work... :)

Friday, October 5, 2012

I Wrote This Yesterday...

There comes a point in everyone's lives where they think to themselves:

What the Heck is going on in my life?

That day for me was today.

Today I'm supposed to sign up for the SAT, write an essay I could seriously care less about, Finish half of an online class (which isn't going to happen by the way)... OH!  And try to act like a normal person who doesn't bite people's heads off when they talk to you.

(Let's just say I didn't do well on my goal to be less sarcastic today.)

One out of four is looking pretty good right now.  I signed up for the SAT.  Oh, but UVU was completely full so I have to go to Sandy to take a test to maybe get a scholarship.  Maybe.

This is what I get for thinking "Dang!  I have a really easy senior schedule!" on Monday.  Word of advice:  Never even think those words or life decides to play a cruel, cruel joke on you.  Well played, life.  Well played.  Or should I say:  I kind of hate you right now...  It's one of those.

But you know what?  I'm so excited for college.  I'm ready to move out, to learn for myself and to get started on real life.  I mean, high school is totally real life, right?  Ha.  Ha.  Ha.

On a lighter note:  I wrote a killer essay for a scholarship earlier this week.  It reaffirms the feeling I got when I saw I got a 5 on the AP Language test.  (Which- might I add- the feeling was quickly abandoned upon re-entering Mr. Rutter's Creative Writing class...)  So there's one thing I actually feel good about this week.  Scratch that- there's the only thing I feel good about this week.

But- now I have to go write an essay.  Joy.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Get Ready St. Louis

I have a brother.  He's cool.  He makes me laugh.  He does stupid things.  He does really nice things.  He let me use his camera.  He's in the MTC.  Since yesterday.  And soon, he'll be in St. Louis.

You see, I know how awesome it is that he's going on a mission, bringing people to the gospel and serving the Lord.  That is AMAZING!  But I'm also really sad that I'm flying solo for 2 years.  I'm sad I have no one to look at with that look and know exactly what the other person is thinking.  I'm missing my "people are annoying, I can only hang out with you or I'll punch someone" friend.  I've already written him two letters.

Six months ago, I would have told you I was glad he was leaving.  He bugged me like no other.  He drove me crazy.  And his friends.  His friends.  I would have given anything to get rid of his friends... :)  But then he got his call.  And I realized he was leaving for two years.  The kid who helped me with my technology issues, snuck into my room for late night conversations, told me I would do awesome with my tryouts and was generally there for support (generally) was leaving.

We went out for lunch before we dropped him off.  He wanted Thai food.  I almost started crying in the restaurant.  I almost cried in the car on the way to the MTC.  I cried when he opened his door.  I told myself "it's not going to help if he sees me crying, so I'll just stay in the car."  That thought lasted for two seconds until I jumped out of the car and ran for a good bear hug.  I turned around and got back in the car, trying not to bawl.  That's what my parents would be doing, and I couldn't be like my parents... But I cried.  And that was the quietest car ride I have ever been in.

But I have no doubt in my mind that that boy is going to be one heck of a missionary.  People will be desperate to be baptized when he teaches them of the gospel and he'll touch so many lives with his love and light.

So here's to you bro, do me proud.  And don't get used to me being all nice and stuff, it's weird.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

The Story of a Senior and Her Random Doings

Once upon a time there was a girl named Tacie.  She had just started her senior year of high school and she was excited/nervous/in denial/pumped/crazy/slightly scared.  After her first three days of high school, she was ready to graduate.  You see, she already had 18 pages of statistics text book to read, Spanish grammar to study, a shirt to design, photos to take and was anticipating more in the week to come.  Much. Much. More.  So decided to take a look at BYU's wonderful webpage and look at what she wanted to do with her life after this wonderful year of high school.

She pondered studying Russian.  You see, when in the Russian program, you have to go to Russia for at least one semester.  Then I could work for the CIA and spy on the Russians... hopefully no one dangerous reads that and takes me seriously... Cause you know I wouldn't really spy on you guys.... heh heh...

Then I decided to take a look at Astronomy.  I like stars.  I like telescopes.  But I HATE math.  And do you know how much math and science you have to take to become an Astronomer?  A whole stinking lot.  I might as well become a nuclear physicist for that much work...

So I looked at International Relations.  Wow.  Rough.  Enough said.

Graphic design looked interesting, but of course I already knew that... So onward.

Photography looked cool too.  But you don't get a whole lot of money out of photography.  Unless you work for Nat Geo.  And getting a job as a photographer for them is like trying to get into Oxford with a 2.7 GPA.  Almost impossible.

So by this point, Tacie is getting more and more stressed out trying to figure out what in the world she wants to be when she grows up.  So I stopped looking because you know what?  I have no idea.  At all.  But if you know about a way to get paid to travel and do cool stuff, let me know about it, ok?  Thanks.  You're the best.

Oh and by the way, we have 177 days of school left.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Welcome to the Grand Canyon State!

Arizona is cool.

Well, it's actually SUPER HOT.  But cool nonetheless.

And it's got some pretty big dams.

But above all, the coolest thing Arizona has to offer is Rooster Cogburn's Ostrich Ranch.
We fed ostriches.
We fed goats.
We fed ducks and rainbow lorikeets and donkeys.  It. Was. Awesome.

Yes, that goat is doing exactly what you think it's doing.  Yum.

And this is Baby Nate.  We're best buds.  :)

And this is Jorge.  AKA the coolest bird ever to have existed.

You can also go on a monster truck tour at the ranch of Rooster Cogburn.  Apparently, monster truck tours are really good at getting babies to sleep.  Who'da thought, right?

Ostrich fishing.  Awesome.  It's okay to be jealous.

Overall: Arizona is awesome.  And the family there makes it even better. :)  Thanks Rich and Lyndi (and Nate) for a great trip.  I'm counting down until next year!

Tuesday, June 19, 2012


I leave tomorrow at four o clock.  In the AM.  And we're riding school busses for six hours.  Then we're walking all around Wyoming in long skirts, aprons, long sleeve button up shirts and pulling handcarts.

I seriously cannot wait to go.  Because, despite all that up there, I'm going to help my testimony grow.  I'm not going because my parents are forcing me to go (though it may have started out that way...)  And  I'm sure as heck not going to pull a handcart over 20 miles.  Nope.  I'm going so that I can experience even in the smallest bit a part of the sacrifice and dedication given by the pioneers.  They left their homes, their friends, their... everything for this.  And I'm going to walk in their footsteps.

After I finally realized this a couple of weeks ago, I tried to really prepare for trek.  I read Fire of the Covenant (which, if you haven't read, read it right now.  I'm serious.  Right now.)  I learned more about the woman I'm portraying- Elizabeth Horrocks Jackson- who is an amazing woman by the way.  She's now one of my heroes.  Read her story and your eyes just might fog up...  And I have become amazed at all that the wonderful people of 1856 went through.  Especially those in the Martin and Willie handcart companies.

So imagine that you have come to love this experience already and then you hear this:

"They gave me some stupid name... Louisa or something like that."
"I got Meat.  Or Meeta or something like that." (I don't know exactly what she was trying to say there, so I'm guessing.
"Ugh.  It's just such a stupid name."

I could not take it.  Perhaps it was my newly found friendship with Elizabeth that pushed me to say this but I couldn't just stand by.  (Now is when you roll your eyes at me, tell me what a nerd I am and how I should just get over these things.  I know.)

So I said, "You know those are real people who went on the actual pioneer trek, right?  It's not just some made up name they decided to give you."  I figured I better stop there before I really let my mouth run off with me.  So I stopped.

The two girls who earlier couldn't seem to find enough to say about their "weird" names just looked at me.  One nodded her head.  And they turned around and talked a bit quieter about how she didn't know if her name was Meat or not.  I had hoped that I would make the difference, but obviously, I just made them lower their voices.  Oh well.  At least I tried.

So, for the next four days, I will be Elizabeth and perhaps I'll be luck enough to have a dream like hers... "Cheer up Tacie, Deliverance is at hand."  (I mean it.  Read her story.)  So, farewell till we meet again!

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Girls Camp! Logos! Prettiness!

So, I designed a logo for girls camp.  Finally.  Well, I designed two of them.  And I'm kind of really proud of them.  And there's one that I like much better than the other, but you have to guess which one it is.  So without further ado...

Logo 1:

Logo 2:

Guess which I like better and tell me which one you like better... You know you want to.

Oh, and I just had a moment of panic... you can tell that they're lighthouses, right?

Sunday, June 3, 2012

The Death of the Sugar Cookie House

We don't always destroy gingerbread (or sugar cookie) houses, but when we do, we do it in style.  Actually, we always destroy our gingerbread houses.  It's become a tradition.  We've blown them up with firecrackers, run over them with vehicles... We get a strange little kick out of destroying these things.  So this cute little Easter Sugar Cookie house (yeah, I know Easter was a while ago, and yes, it has been sitting around our house since then...) ended it's life with the same fate.  We ran over it.  With a truck.  But enough words, you want to see pictures and video, huh?  Well, here ya go...



 The Damage:

The Video:

Pfffttt.  (That's the sound you hear when it gets run over.)  Oh, and that voice you hear in the background, that's my Auntie Carol.  She's funny. :)

Ha ha!  Oh dear, you've gotta love my family.  And I hope you enjoyed watching this completely random post.  Because I have.  Immensely.

Oh the Places You'll Go!

Seeing as how I graduate in a year, I've been considering what to do with my life.  And if I had my way I would take off the first year or two and travel.  But I'm not bathing in money and I'm don't know of any rich great-uncles anywhere who will give me piles of money.  So I'll just have to dream about it until I can actually afford it.  Do you want to dream with me?  It'll be super exciting.

Castelejo Beach, Portugal

First off we've got Castelejo Beach, Portugal.  Look at those stars!  And the beach!  One ticket, por favor!


This is Barcelona.  Tacie wants to go to Barcelona.

Italy . . .

I need to find out where this one is... It's somewhere in Italy.  I'm in love.


This is slightly more attainable.  This is in Montana.  Isn't she gorgeous?

"Every year for a few days in the month of February, the sun’s angle is such, that it lights up Horsetail Falls in Yosemite, as if it were on fire.."

Horsetail Falls, Yosemite.  Apparently, "Every year for a few days in the month of February, the sun’s angle is such, that it lights up Horsetail Falls in Yosemite, as if it were on fire.."  I really want to see that.

So there you go, now you can wish that you could travel just like I do.  You're welcome.

Sources:  Castelejo Beach (unknown)  Barcelona (here)  Italy (here)  Montana (here) Horsetail Falls (here)

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Fairies and Tails

When I was younger, fairy tales were a huge source of confusion for me.  Because as far as I knew, fairies did not have tails.  Dogs had tails, but fairies did not.  Horses even had tails, but fairies did not.  Anyways, this random tangent is only a lead in to an even more random story.

It's the story of a princess named Gretchen.

As all good stories do, this one starts out once upon a time in a far away land.  There was a queen and king of the land, and of course they had a beautiful daughter, just as there always is, but in this story, we have a twist.  You see, Gretchen wasn't a normal princess.  Gretchen had big dreams and big demands.  She was determined that no prince would ever save her from a hundred foot tall tower, and she would never depend on one to wake her up from endless sleep.  And she dabbled a bit in the art of magic.

One day, Gretchen was sitting in her chambers, determined to master the spell of a self cleaning room (kind of like those self cleaning ovens, but not really) when suddenly she heard a shout outside her window. She ignored it because it must have been her annoying brother, Marshall.  He was always being, well, annoying.  So on she went practicing her spell.  At least until she heard the shout again, this time more clearly.

"Gretchen!  Come to the window!"

She figured her room cleaning spell was not getting any better and she might as well go check out the situation.  She walked to the window and saw only a horse.  She looked around, rolled her eyes and muttered, "dumb brothers!" and began to turn around.


Gretchen twirled around as fast as she could and still saw only the horse.  But this time the horse was... smiling.  Could horses do that?

She stared down the horse, daring it to make a sound, and when nothing happened, she laughed.  How silly of me, Gretchen thought.  To think a horse could talk!  But she still did not remove her eyes from the horse.

Suddenly, out of thin air, a man appeared on the horse.  Gretchen squealed.  That was impossible!  Appearing out of thin air!  Almost like... magic.

The magic man then smiled his debonair smile and smoothed his manly hair in a very annoying manner and suddenly Gretchen felt the very strong urge to walk away.  Yet something held her in place.

"Gretchen Willow, I need you to come with me."  Oh dear. This could not be good.

That's all of Gretchen's story I can tell today.  I'm terribly sorry to leave you hanging like that, but not enough to tell you anymore.  So check in soon if you want to hear more...

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Nothing to Write About...

Every time I try to write something on here, it sounds like a pimply seventh grader decided to barf up some writing.  That sounds disgusting, I know, but it's the truth.  That's because I'm pretty much forcing myself to write about things I really don't want to.

I mean I could write about stupid AP tests (well, test) and how I discovered I have a horrible habit of clenching my teeth together when I write essays that I'm pretty sure will ruin my mouth if I ever take another AP class that has anything to do with writing essays.  And then I would talk about how I'm sick of writing essays and if I ever have to write about how the stupid post service is dying out then I will shoot someone.  (Oh no!  I talked about an AP question!  Will my score be terminated now?  What ever will I do?)  But why would you want to hear me talk about that?

Or, I could talk about how I designed a shirt for Franklin Elementary School's Fun Run and it is a gorgeous specimen of a design if I do say so myself.  Then I would probably show you a picture of that design and you would leave a comment telling me how much you wish you had that shirt and how cool I am.  But, honestly, why would you care about that, either?

And then I might tell you all about MORP and how we went up the canyon and we played games and had a BBQ and we drew with chalk and watched Back to the Future and I had a great time with this kid:

And I could tell you how we sent each other on really random (and kind of mean) scavenger hunts to ask/answer each other for said MORP (and I could show you a really embarrassing picture of three certain friends of mine... Perhaps it had something to do with the letters Y, E, and S painted on chests? But just maybe.  I think I would spare you that one, though...)

And then I could tell you about how Mr. Calvin here set my hair on fire or how I spilled a cup of water on myself trying to balance it on his finger... But they take too long to explain and you don't want to spend the next year of you life hearing about that stuff.

An finally, I was thinking about telling you that every time I push the shift key with my left pinky, there's this agonizing shot of pain that rushes up my arm because I skinned the side of my hand yesterday.  Then you would feel bad for me and I would tell you that I'm done with this post. 

So as you can see, I have nothing to write about.  Nothing at all.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

And the Realization Hits Like Lightning

How is it that an idea can become so fixed in our minds that we can't see the obvious right in front of us?  But that's just the human experience, isn't it?  To judge others without really getting to know them.  To go on making your life miserable just because of pride and a tendency to be stubborn?

Recently, I discovered that I have pegged someone all wrong.  

This friend, and yesterday, I know I wouldn't have called her a friend, is a genuinely good person, someone who I aim to get to know much better in the near future.  But you see, I was stuck up, not realizing what a good opportunity I have been missing by not getting to know said person.  I look back on all I thought about her and realize it was just some absurd notion thought up in my proud little head.  

Suddenly, my thoughts have turned to others I have possibly judged unfairly.  And I wonder, how many times have I based someone upon a single action.  Something they did once and I can't seem to forget it?  Way too many for me to feel good about myself.  And if I'm doing this so often, how many of my stupid moments have stuck in others minds giving them some twisted version of who I really am.  

I mean, if I expect others to give me a chance, I kind of have to give them one first, eh?

The logical thought process of this situation brings my mind very unwillingly onto a new subject.  There is someone who is at the back of my mind, practically exploding and it's all I can do to try and not think about it, because I know that I'm not going to like where it takes me.  But here it goes:  

I have based this person's entire being on one single action and while it wasn't just some small thing, I mean, I was quite offended at this, it still needs to be forgotten.  And if the talk in sacrament meeting last week on forgiveness wasn't enough, then it quite possibly might take a sledgehammer to my pride to get it through to me.  Get over it Tacie.

Now is where you come in.  Because if this little pity party has sparked that little guilty feeling in your mind, I'm guessing you need to get over something too.  So give it a try.  I'm going to, so we might as well attempt the seemingly impossible feat together, eh?

And I promise the regularly scheduled sarcasm and wit will be back soon.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Oh the joys of the internet.

So, I just wrote a super sarcastic, snarky post that I'm pretty sure would offend a few people if I were to actually post it.  So I'll keep it as a draft and possibly share it someday.  But for now, it's much safer if I keep it to myself.  I've got a reputation to uphold, here.

But I will share the good news I shared in the snarky post:  I just had a job interview!  I think it went pretty well, so keep your fingers crossed!

And since you don't get the pleasure of my sarcasm, I'll leave you with this glorious picture instead:

Bahahaha!  That's funny right there.  And sorry, I don't know where this is from.  If you know:  Tell me!  But if you don't:  Just enjoy it.  You know you want to.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Free Printables!

Today in silkscreening, I was quite bored.  Of course I could've been working on my assignment, but what fun is that? (Hint: none.)  So I decided to make a little envelope.  Then just now I decided to put that little envelope on here so you can use it.  I think it's pretty cute, but I guess it's up to you :)


Cut on solid line.
Fold on dotted line.
Glue where overlapping.
Fill with a cute little letter.
You're done.

We're doing rocket science here, folks.  Try to keep up.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

In Which I Discuss Many Random Items

First item of business, this isn't a craft blog.  That's just to clarify it for a certain someone.  You know who you are.  I just enjoy bragging about them.  So there.

Second, there are 6 weeks left of school.  That means I have no motivation, no enthusiasm and no desire to do any homework whatsoever.  That's just the life of a high schooler, eh?  But I will say that I'm definitely going to miss some of my classes.  Such as the ones that give me an excuse to go to Jamba whilst studying bones.  Or the one where I leave class early to go get a crepe for lunch.   Or the fact that I have no seventh period which will definitely not be the case next year.  You see, school isn't all bad, just the part where I have to take killer AP tests, write brain-numbing essays and deal with annoying people.  Yup.

Thirdly, I just made the most delicious chocolate cookies.  Yum.  I may or may not be eating one right now.

Fourthly, I will probably regret posting this, because I'm in one of "those" moods.  Yup, the kind where everything is wildly funny, nothing you say makes sense and you feel like jumping on the couch.  Like I said, I made some really good cookies. :)

Fifthly, I really don't enjoy the looming prospect of college around the corner.  I have a stack *this* high (imagine me stretching my hands out pretty big) of brochures, letters and pleadings from a billion colleges telling me why I would be a good fit for (insert college name here).  And even though I was positive before I even opened most of them that I wouldn't go there (I mean, an all girl's college, who thought up that brain-child?  Maybe for elementary school, not college.) it still has gotten me to thinking:  "What the heck am I doing in one year?  One year!  Ahhhhhhhhhh!  (Now, imagine me ripping out my hair.)  I have one year to decide where I'm going to start the rest of my life.  Wow.

Sixthly, I think it'll be really awkward when I get to point 13.  Thirteenthly?  That sounds super awkward.

Seventhly, I think I'm done.  It's time to go eat another chocolate cookie.  MMMMMM!!!!  And this way, I don't have to figure out what to do when I get to 13.  :)  Farewell!

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Apparently... I knit.

So, I decided to try my hand at knitting.  For the 3rd or 4th time (I can't remember) but this time, I finally finished it!  Wahoo!  Hallelujah!  And it's not only fantastic that I finished a knitting project, it's amazing that I finished a blanket project at all!  I think I currently have about 70 unfinished projects that I got tired of... Yeah, I know.

I used the pattern on the wonderful Purl Bee website: the Chevron Baby Blanket.  It is an amazingly easy tutorial to follow.  I mean, this is the very first thing I have ever knitted and it turned out like this:

It has to be good.  And look at those colors!  I fell in love with them when I saw them on the original blanket and decided I had to copy them and use it in my own blanket.  Yum.

And look how cool it looks rolled up!  Oh my!  How gorgeous!  (Can you tell I'm in love with this little darling?  Because I am.)


I'm pretty sure I can say that I can knit.  At least a little bit. And for the next project... Well you'll just have to wait and see. 

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

the story of an automobile

I drive an Oldsmobile Alero.  Grand car, really.  But you see, thing is... I don't "own" it.  My dad does.  (Kinda what happens when you're 17) But as all teens are likely to do, I claim it's "my" car.  Which my dad doesn't approve of.  Our conversations go a little something like this:

Tacie: I think I left my wallet in my car.  Let me go grab it.

Dad: Who's car?

Tacie: Oh, I think I left my wallet in the car.  Let me go grab it.

Or maybe like this:

Dad: You need to clean my car out.  It's dirty.

Tacie:  You have a truck.  Why would I clean your truck?  You're the one who made it dirty.  Unless you're willing to pay.  Then I'll think about it.

Dad: No, you need to clean out my car.  The one sitting across the street.

Tacie: Oh you mean the car I drive?  My car?  Eh, it's not that bad...

Dad: *rolls eyes* No.

So, hence this car is lovingly referred to as "the car" or "the Alero"

Because I know you all wanted to know that story...

Monday, April 2, 2012

Rainbow Camera Strap! (And kind of a tutorial...)

So, a while ago, I got this old Canon film camera.  Well I was taking pictures one day with said camera and I thought to myself,

"Self, you should make a strap for this camera so you don't drop it and break it." 

 I'm a genius sometimes.  So that's exactly what I did.  I hopped into "the car" (story on that to come at a later date) and drove to my nearest Joann's.

As it turns out, Joann's had pretty much nothing in the way of supplies Tacie needed.  So I went to Michael's.  Same story.  Then Hobby Lobby.  You guessed it.  Nothing.  I then thought to the world, "Why world?  Why do you hate me so much???"

So back to Joann's I went and I got crafty.  Here we go for the part tutorial:
(I say part because I have no pictures and I'm just going to tell you what I did.)

Fixins to make yourself your very own camera strap:

  • 2 yards of your choice of webbing (you could probably do it with 1.5 but I'd say 2 to be safe.  Plus then you have extra to make more stuff :)
  • 2 D rings (get them to fit the size of your webbing)
  • 2 Overall clips
  • 2 smallish key rings
  • A nifty camera to attach it to
Well then let's get to it!

I measured out about how long I wanted it to hang down, then added on about 4 inches to go through the overall clips.  Easy.  Then thread either side through a clip and you're halfway there!

Now comes the tricky part: (but still not so tricky, so don't worry.)

Take the button part of your overall straps and measure it like shown below so it makes a circle-ish shape.  At the part the button goes through, there'll be three layers of the webbing.  Attach button as package directs and make sure you don't forget to thread the D ring in there too!  Once you've done this, you're done!  Using the key rings, attach to camera then hook the overall clip to the button and you're ready to start taking pictures like a wanna-be pro!  (At least that's how I take pictures...)

The pieces unclipped

The camera by itself without strap

The camera strap in action:

Me, attempting to take a self picture...

Me, after I got my brother to take pictures... :)

And I'll leave you with one last picture...


So, now you can make yourself your own awesome rainbow camera strap and tell me all about it when you do!  And feel free to ask questions if it's slightly confusing... I know it can be when there aren't pictures.

a fresh start

Sometimes I wish I could forget life for a moment, simply throw caution to the wind, put on my sunglasses and go on a nice long road trip. Now, I won't mention all the problems this daydream contains (no money, no sense of direction, no food to take with me, not enough good music for such a long ride, oh wait, I said I wouldn't list it...) But hey, I can still daydream, right? At least I can attempt to squeeze it in between writing papers, researching for writing papers, cursing my teachers for giving me homework and counting down until Spring Break. That's about all that's keeping me sane right now.

So instead of writing the usual "My friends all have blogs, so I decided to get one" (which was not the case, mind you) I decided to introduce myself to you with some words and some sarcasm. (And of course, some rambling, because we all know Tacie can't not ramble)

What I'm Lovin:

Road Trips
Long Hair (on girls of course, not guys. Ew.)
Globes (I don't know why, but I have a weird fascination with globes... Especially old ones)
Leather Bracelets
Bright Colors
The Black Keys
Crocheting (And I'm 17. You got that right. Crocheting ain't for old ladies no more!)
Spring Break

What I'm Hatin:

Cauliflower (It's nasty)
Feet (I guess it's a family trait, or something like that)
The name Tracie (No offence to you with that lovely name, but you see, seeing as how my name is very similar to it, I get it a lot. A lot. And I'd really just rather be called Tacie.)

What I do:

I'm a student. That's about it.

Now, since this is even longer than I had planned, I think I'll end it there. Yup. Sounds good.

That's Tacie, signing off.