- I watched The Nightmare Before Christmas yesterday. :| …..I…I have no words. That was the creepiest thing I’ve ever watched. They let children watch that movie?? I. I don’t even know. Although, I have been singing “This is Halloween, this is Halloween” all freaking day.
- I have been reading Gone Girl because the previews for the movie made me so curious as to what happens in that book. I finished the book yesterday. Now, let me preface this by saying, the book is incredibly well-written and will definitely keep your attention, because, almost immediately, you will die trying to figure out what happens. However….the first thing I said when I was done…”What a stupid book.” Not even joking. It has such a crapass awful ending. I was so pissed off. (Haha) I really hate it when books don’t resolve the way I want them to.
- I need a vacation in a super bad way. So…who wants to take me? :D
- Guys in soft, loose t-shirts = yum.
- One of the local weather guys is such a cutie cute. Thank you, tornadoes.
- Feel an asthma attack coming on. Have a multiple minutes long sneeze attack. Breathing back to normal. Whaa…..
- I now own two different copies of Sleeping Beauty. Oh yeah. That’s right.
- I was supposed to be at work at 8 this morning, and I woke up at 7:45. Ugh.
- Alabama has some amusing town names: Jerusalem, Coxey, Confluence, Shanghai, Leggtown. Hehe.
- dssssss <—-the cat keeps walking across my keyboard
Day 2 – A song you loved right from the first five seconds
Animals – Maroon 5
You guys don’t even know….this is my jam. Capital J -A -M, jam. Jigging…turned up in the car…love.
In an attempt to kill my boredom (which is muchos prevalent these days) and count down to my birthday (17 days!), I’m doing another music challenge. So enjoy! Or don’t. :P
Day One – A song that you never get tired of
Pompeii – Bastille
I never get tired of Bastille…period.
- The Fault in Our Stars, the movie, is so much better than The Fault in Our Stars, the book. Before I read the book, all anyone ever told me was about how they cried the entire time they were reading it. When I read it, I though it was cute, sweet, but not liquid-coming-out-of-my-eyes sad. When I watched the movie, I was sobbing like a child. Let me enlighten you as to why this is such a big deal: I never, ever think a movie is better than a book. Movies usually take way too many liberties, cast the absolute wrong people as the main characters and just fully disappoint me. I will always choose the book over the movie. (Just as a side note: The only instance where the book and movie are both amazing is Silver Linings Playbook.)
- Guess who got Frozen wrapping paper and maple bacon cookie mix yesterday? Uh, that would be me. :)
- A question for people who are wiser than me: What is a good way to figure out if you really, truly want to have children? My entire life, it was always a given that, one day, I would have kids and they would be chubby and bald and adorable and everyone would pitch a fit over them. And when I think about it, I would enjoy having babies and then children and eventually teenagers. …..but…..the older I get, the more I am flooded with reality. A baby is a human life that solely you are responsible for. And it’s not like taking care of a pet, where if something happens to it, you bury it in the backyard, mourn for a bit and then get another one. This is a human. A tiny, living, breathing, human….that you carry in your body for 9 months and then must support for the next 18 years (sometimes longer). And, while I’m hovering around the topic, I’m not so okay with the reality of giving birth. While I have a fairly high threshold for pain, I possess graham cracker bones, I do not like the idea of a needle going through my spine, and, with my luck, I’d probably be in labor for days. It’s gonna hurt. And I don’t like that. It scares me. I don’t know….maybe I’m having some sort of adult crisis or maybe I’m not near as responsible as I’d like to think…..but there has to be a way to know if you really do want kids. I’ve got three hands here. Hand one: Sometimes, I feel like I’m meant to eventually be a mother and having kids would be amazing and everything else scary or unnerving just won’t matter so much. Hand two: Maybe I’ll have kids and my parents will finally be grandparents and they can stop reminding me that my clock is tick tick ticking away. Hand three: Kids are expensive and limit your freedom and I’d like to be able to selfishly come and go as I please without the added responsibility. Ugh!
- I almost punted my kitten this morning. Not even trying to lie. She decided that 6AM would be a good time to spill a cup of water all over my carpet and my laptop. This is, like, the third time she’s knocked a cup over and the second time she’s done it on my laptop. ….I don’t even know….what is happening….
- Someone needs to hurry up and marry me, because girlfriend is getting antsy over here.
- So, my dad has a kidney stone…for the 19th time in his life. (Not even joking; I asked how many.) And I’m wondering if it’s a hereditary thing and if I’m next. Wouldn’t that suck….
- Hey! Did anybody know that Channing Tatum is from Alabama? From a town that is actually not too far from me, I do believe. Interesting, but do you know what would be even more interesting? If, you know, Tom Hiddleston or Adam Young were from Alabama, because then I might actually have a shot….and that would be magnificent.
I can feel autumn in my bones.
The death of summer’s cruelty fading
to winter’s frozen anticipation.
A chill crawling through muscles
given unlike any other.
Fall is our remembrance.
I see you in the fallen leaves
transformed red, yellow and orange.
Taste you on these fingertips stained with your kiss
and soaked in harvest moon glow.
Feel you in the crisp, jagged air,
whistling and whirling around willow trees and mausoleums.
You are still enough to keep me warm.
These barren streets and parking lots are a memorial,
a sacred place I’ve dedicated to hopelessly
and helplessly falling for spirits and apparitions.
How empty my soul feels without you.
I miss you so.
Star-crossed love, come back to me.
The solitary subject of my guesses.
Motivation for every word.
How can I wonder so much and still not know.
Tell me. Show me.
Full lips and fingertips…
teeth and growls, stares that burn through skin.
Is it left and right. Up and down.
Deep until shoulders meet hips in an aching explosion.
Shallow tease so pleading screams echo
from the most primal depths.
Dominant or dominated…
Marble carved muscle trails to helpless wrists,
fists against headboards, battered walls,
games form through lips so eager to charm…
yes, master, please.
Or prismatic and ethereal,
a moment made for novels and poems,
as a dream once had on a cool autumn night….
do you shatter reality?
Prove me wrong, prove me right,
prove me to be so unprepared for everything you are.
Fleshly imperfection so violently craved by your aroused audience.
This audience of one. Breathless, impatient, thirsty.