Random Thoughts

Romance is not dead.  Many people say it is, but it's not.  My husband surprised me last weekend with a stay at a true bed and breakfast.  It was our two year anniversary.  He even had the host order a purple bouquet of flowers for me to be waiting there.  It was adorable.  The card said "Here's to two wonderful years with my greatest love and to the lifetime of memories we will share."  And the best part is....he came up with that all on his own.  Most people wouldn't believe that a man could come up with that.  Amazing, I know.

I haven't written in ages.  I just haven't had anything to write about.  Why write about the mundane every day activities I undergo at work?  You'd think I'd have a lot to write about since I work in a prison for juveniles.  But no one wants to read about my boring events.  But then I think about it.  No one reads my blog.  I'm being serious.  No one reads it.  So why should I care if I'm boring someone?  Right?  Because there is no one.

"I would swallow my pride; I would choke on the rinds, but the lack thereof would leave me empty inside."  Is it a rine of a fruit or a rind of a fruit?  Oh well.  Anywho.  I heard this song (I know, it's old) on the way home today and that lyric hit me.  It's genius.  He'd take care of his pride, swallow it, just to save face.  He'd even choke on his pride for this ex he's "through with."  Yet he's throwing it back in her face, saying he has no pride whatsoever.  He'd feel empty after eating it.

Why am I explaining these lyrics to you?  Like you're stupid or something.  Why am I even talking to you?  You don't exist.  No one is out there.  Is the truth out there?  I'm going insane.

Signing off now.  You can stop reading.  If you ever started.

sappy movies

I must admit it.  I love sappy movies.  I adore them.  One of my very favorite things to do is sit in a dark movie theater for 90-120 minutes and just sob away.  I love a good cry.
 
This time it was The Notebook.  Don't go see this unless you want to bawl your eyes out.  It is a completely idealistic movie about true, unadulterated, passionate love.  Of course there are classic tones to it.  Rich city girl.  Poor country boy.  Her parents hate him and forbid her to see him.  They lose each other.  She falls in love with rich boy.  Poor boy finds her again.  Don't worry--I don't intend on ruining the ending for you.
 
There is something about love stories.  They're so endearing.  And you can always somehow relate.  You can always find something in that story that has to do with you and your true love.  I think that's what makes us cry so hard.  Knowing that love is real.  Love is true.
 
Great sob fest.  Loved it.  Want to see it again.

How embarrassing!!!!!!!

Ever fell off a bike? Embarrassing, right? What about fell off a bike in front of people? The embarrassment grows then, doesn't it? How about on a busy street? You feel your cheeks getting redder, don't you? How about when you're 26 years-old, you fall off your bike on a crowded street, right in front of your house, and then just lie in agony on the sidewalk while people drive by? How's THAT for completely humiliating?

Yep, true story. Happened to me. Did you know that the left brake on a bike is your front brake, and the right brake is your rear brake? I did NOT know this. Why didn't someone tell me this? Shouldn't this be in a manual or something?

I'm gaining speed, getting much closer to my house. The wind is in my hair, my heart is pounding, everything is great. I'm getting nervous because a turn is coming up, and I'm no good at turns. I'm concentrating really hard. Too hard, I guess, because I forgot to slow down. So instead of easing on my brakes, I slam them. Unfortunately, not knowing that the left brake is the front brake (see above paragraph), I hit that one harder. Over the top of the bike I go.

I have scrapes on my hands. I'm a whimp. Scrapes are huge for me. I also have a mondo-giant bruise growing on my upper left thigh. That's where the bike landed on top of me.

Ever MORE embarrassing, though doubly-sweet, is the fact that three, yes THREE, cars turned around and came and asked if we (my very over-protective, freaking out by now, hubsand was with me..THANK GOD) needed help. Isn't that sweet? Everyone thinks I live in a bad neighborhood. Mostly because black people live here. *GASP* Did I just say black people? How COULD I possibly live near "those" people. Sheesh. But this just proves how great my neighborhood truly is. Three couples took time out of their busy lives and turned around to see if a poor woman needed help. That's awesome. And just when I was beginning to lack faith in humanity.

I'm still totally embarrassed.

The Terminal

Finally an original movie. This film is full of purity, honesty, innocence, hope, passion, and of course jealousy and fear of the unknown. It shows us who Americans truly are versus who we wish to be.

Victor, played by Tom Hanks, gives true meaning to the word innocence. There is not an evil bone in this man's body. Throughout the whole film, you laugh with him, cry with him, hope with him. He has everything taken away from him, yet he does not break. He stays true to his ethics. To his being. He has true love for humanity, and that never fades no matter how hard the corrupt try to rip it away from him. He does all of this to keep a promise.

I wish there were more Victor's in the world. I wish we could have a world like the one he lives in. I wish people could see others the way he sees them. Instead, we have more of the corrupt. More of the people who fear those like Victor. They don't fear him because they dislike him or his morals. They fear him because they don't understand him. They can't fathom why he's so pure. They can't even come close to knowing who he is, or what he is about.

Purity. Honesty. Innocence. Hope. That is what we are all missing. That is what we need in order to fill the void we feel in our lives.

The question is: now that I have figured out what we need, how do we gain it?

the human form of chocolate

Friends are wonderful. Friends are amazing. No matter who you are, you need friends. They're there to lift you up when you are down, and to also knock you down a few pegs when you get too full of yourself. They stick up for you when you are too weak, and they force you to stand up for yourself when you're just being a puss.

I don't know what I'd do without my friends. I may only have a few, but those few I have are near and dear to my heart.

I LOVE YOU GUYS! (You all know who you are. Actually, hell. Only one of ya reads this. Oh well)

I couldn't get through life without you. I mean that. Know that you are loved. No matter what. And I don't care if this is cheesy. I like it. Even if I AM entirely awkward with this post right now. =P