Finals became slightly more important than blogging. I actually had a question to post, but now I forget what I wanted to say. Whatever, I don't feel like writing about hockey or Canada right now. So I'm just going to leave you with a well wish for a good week, no matter what religious holiday you celebrate, I think everyone should have a good week this week.
Oh, PS go check out my favorite band. Their are from Dover, Ohio. They are really awesome and their debut album is coming out and everyone should check it out!!!
12.23.2007
11.25.2007
Waiting... Watching.... Hoping...
So I'm wide awake, and I'm totally screwed because tomorrow is such a busy day. However, I did not start this blog to bitch about my insomnia. Instead, I will attempt to explain my odd love of the classic 1987 movie, The Princess Bride.
Now, I'm sure many of you realize that the two most girl-y words in the world are listed in the title, princess and bride. It's part of the plot, but not strictly limited to the female-oriented genre, better know as a chick flix. With pirates, revenge, giants, swamps, and to-death sword fights, it surpasses the title's initial impression.
But the point of this post is not to convince you watch this movie, it is more to explain why I basically live my life by this movie For, you see, just over a year ago I was on what I thought was a typical vacation. I had made some friends, got to see some old ones, and had my life changed forever. It is safe to say that this guy had no idea what he was getting himself into when he started quoting a scene from The Princess Bride. No one in the room knew what it was from but me. The situation wasn't helped by the fact that I slightly fancied this guy without knowledge of his impressive movie tastes. From that moment on, I devoted myself to memorizing the movie, word for word, hoping that if I ever saw this guy again, maybe fate was sending me a message.
The next six months were not spent in vain, because when I returned to our vacation spot, this guy was there. He was still as gorgeous as I remembered him, and this time I had the movie memorized front and back, as well as other movies he liked. I wasn't forcing myself in to being something he wanted, I was just expanding my horizons. It worked thought. He was all mine for a week, but vacation is vacation and it does end. So did my week of staring at this perfect guy.
But instead of taking it like any normal person, I had to find the similarities in my life to The Princess Bride. Part of the girl area of the movie was that lovers were separated and they had to wait five years before life brought them back together. I believe that life is going to make us wait five years before we can be together. I did the math and everything. I was 17 a year ago, plus 5 years would make me just shy of 22 years old. I would be out of college and hopefully finding my way back to this guy.
My friends think I'm crazy, and I'm pretty sure I am, but I don't see the harm in it. I'm not sitting on my ass waiting for this guy. I look and hope to keep my options open. If in 5 years I'm single and I run into this guy, then I know that movie was right and fate wanted this to happen. Until then I'm content with life as is.
Next post will be on hockey or Canada.... can't wait!
Now, I'm sure many of you realize that the two most girl-y words in the world are listed in the title, princess and bride. It's part of the plot, but not strictly limited to the female-oriented genre, better know as a chick flix. With pirates, revenge, giants, swamps, and to-death sword fights, it surpasses the title's initial impression.
But the point of this post is not to convince you watch this movie, it is more to explain why I basically live my life by this movie For, you see, just over a year ago I was on what I thought was a typical vacation. I had made some friends, got to see some old ones, and had my life changed forever. It is safe to say that this guy had no idea what he was getting himself into when he started quoting a scene from The Princess Bride. No one in the room knew what it was from but me. The situation wasn't helped by the fact that I slightly fancied this guy without knowledge of his impressive movie tastes. From that moment on, I devoted myself to memorizing the movie, word for word, hoping that if I ever saw this guy again, maybe fate was sending me a message.
The next six months were not spent in vain, because when I returned to our vacation spot, this guy was there. He was still as gorgeous as I remembered him, and this time I had the movie memorized front and back, as well as other movies he liked. I wasn't forcing myself in to being something he wanted, I was just expanding my horizons. It worked thought. He was all mine for a week, but vacation is vacation and it does end. So did my week of staring at this perfect guy.
But instead of taking it like any normal person, I had to find the similarities in my life to The Princess Bride. Part of the girl area of the movie was that lovers were separated and they had to wait five years before life brought them back together. I believe that life is going to make us wait five years before we can be together. I did the math and everything. I was 17 a year ago, plus 5 years would make me just shy of 22 years old. I would be out of college and hopefully finding my way back to this guy.
My friends think I'm crazy, and I'm pretty sure I am, but I don't see the harm in it. I'm not sitting on my ass waiting for this guy. I look and hope to keep my options open. If in 5 years I'm single and I run into this guy, then I know that movie was right and fate wanted this to happen. Until then I'm content with life as is.
Next post will be on hockey or Canada.... can't wait!
11.23.2007
6th Months Later...
So I know that it has been over 6th months, and I'm sorry. I've moved, started a job, and started college, lfe got busy and I forgot about this blog. So I'm back, I promise that I'll start regularly posting again. Maybe even more frequently. But on with the actual post....
In honor of Thanksgiving, I'm giving my unorthodox list of things I am thankful for.
1.) New Jersey, because without it Tony Soprano and every other stereotype would be without a home.
2.) Hockey, because hundreds of Canadians would have to sit around and stare at frozen over ponds.
3.) My friends, because without them so much of life would go over my head unexplained.
4.) My family, because without them my life would be boring and uneventful.
5.) Bandaids, because without them I would be dead.
6.) PointsInCase.com, otherwise without this website, I would have to pay attention in class and do homework in reasonable time.
7.) Paste, because it's fun, duh.
8.) Canada, because it will supply me with my future husband. Plus I'm fake Canadian, too.
9.) German boys, because without them my life would be drama-free.
10.) The Princess Bride, because without that movie I would have nothing to guide my life by.
So that's it. 10 things, obviously I'm thankful for the basic things. Living in America, my freedom, that people are willing to fight for our freedom, and other things along those lines, but my list is of things people forget about sometimes. Over the next posts I will explain the influence of hockey, Canada, and The Princess Bride, so maybe people will understand the logic behind my actions.
In honor of Thanksgiving, I'm giving my unorthodox list of things I am thankful for.
1.) New Jersey, because without it Tony Soprano and every other stereotype would be without a home.
2.) Hockey, because hundreds of Canadians would have to sit around and stare at frozen over ponds.
3.) My friends, because without them so much of life would go over my head unexplained.
4.) My family, because without them my life would be boring and uneventful.
5.) Bandaids, because without them I would be dead.
6.) PointsInCase.com, otherwise without this website, I would have to pay attention in class and do homework in reasonable time.
7.) Paste, because it's fun, duh.
8.) Canada, because it will supply me with my future husband. Plus I'm fake Canadian, too.
9.) German boys, because without them my life would be drama-free.
10.) The Princess Bride, because without that movie I would have nothing to guide my life by.
So that's it. 10 things, obviously I'm thankful for the basic things. Living in America, my freedom, that people are willing to fight for our freedom, and other things along those lines, but my list is of things people forget about sometimes. Over the next posts I will explain the influence of hockey, Canada, and The Princess Bride, so maybe people will understand the logic behind my actions.
6.03.2007
The Greatest Fan Ever...
I've wanted Ottawa to win the Stanley Cup for most of the playoffs. Now I have a reason, this man:
80 Years Later...
80 Years Later...
5.31.2007
5.30.2007
Just a Thought From a Cow-Poke...
If you live in Oregon, do you play Oregon Trail? Like honestly is it fun? Because it seem like all you do is set up a trail to go to your backyard. That doesn't seem like fun. So I of course I called my faithful answer man ((god he needs a new name)), Taylor. It just so happens that Taylor lives in Oregon and he informed me that they did play Oregon Trail when he was younger and that it was fun because it ended in an Oregon that no longer exists. I'm figuring he meant that Oregon is no longer a backwards fronteer, not that Oregon floated away.
5.27.2007
I'm Just a Girl and Life is a Nightmare
I thought once I left my awkward teenage years, things would change. Granted, I'm still considered a "teen", but I don't think I'm still awkward. I've finally stopped growing, I know who I am and who I want to be, but somethings never change. No matter how much I work and wish, I feel like I'm getting no where.
I'm sure many girls feel like this, but I don't ever see it. Everything in life seems good, you got a great group of friends that you always hang out with, and it includes some really amazing guys. And of course you fall for one of them. Harboring this secret for days/weeks (depending on who you are), you plan your move.
Then outta the blue, its "Oh (insert friend's name) meet (your name goes here), she's a really great friends. She's one of the guys." Granted actual conversation might not be like that, but the sentiment is still the same.
Hell, some days its to the point where, in the middle of a flag football game, I scream out "I"M A GIRL!" Usually this occurs because a girl has to touch the ball at least once every four downs. People really do forget that I'm a girl.
I have to laugh though because it would be mighty hard to confuse me with a guy. Okay, so my height is a bit tall for a girl (5'10"), but the rest of me is all female. Long blonde hair, light green eyes, decent size chest (34DD), I have to say its hard think I'm a guy.
One day, I decided to attempt to fix this problem. I'm normally a jeans and tee shirt (usually band tee shirt) type girl, but I decided to allow my super-effeminate to "dress" me. She picked out this really frilly top and did my make up and hair. By the end, I felt like a geisha girl, but according to her I looked amazing. Let's just say, I'm never doing that again. Half way though the outting (which, by the way, was a CBA hockey game), I got up and changed my shirt in to a Penguins tee, scrubbed my face, and slipped on my Converse.
So far, nothing's changed. I'm still one of the guys. And I was just reminded a few weeks ago, when my lastest flame was talking to one of his customers. I almost cried on the spot. And until today, when, for some reason, I put on the radio, I heard this song called Teardrops On My Guitar. Normally, I would change the station or turn on a CD, but the 1st few lines made me stay. And as I sat there, listening to this woman spill her heart out, I realized that she captured how I feel. So here is a copy of the lyrics:
Teardrops On My Guitar
by Taylor Swift
Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see
What I want and I need and
Everything that we should be
I'll bet she's beautiful
That girl he talks about
And she's got everything
That I have to live without
Drew talks to me, I laugh cause its just so funny
That I can't even see anyone when he's with me
He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night
CHORUS
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishin on a wishin star
He's the song in the car I keep singing,
Don't know why I do
Drew walks by me
Can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She better hold on tight,
And give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes
know she's lucky cause
CHORUS
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishin on a wishin' star
He's the song in the car I keep singing,
Don't know why I do
So I'll drive home alone,
As I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one that's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do
He's the time taken up
But there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into
Drew looks at me
I fake a smile so he won't see...
Yeah, it's cheesy but it's how I feel, and isn't this, after all, an electronic diary?
I'm sure many girls feel like this, but I don't ever see it. Everything in life seems good, you got a great group of friends that you always hang out with, and it includes some really amazing guys. And of course you fall for one of them. Harboring this secret for days/weeks (depending on who you are), you plan your move.
Then outta the blue, its "Oh (insert friend's name) meet (your name goes here), she's a really great friends. She's one of the guys." Granted actual conversation might not be like that, but the sentiment is still the same.
Hell, some days its to the point where, in the middle of a flag football game, I scream out "I"M A GIRL!" Usually this occurs because a girl has to touch the ball at least once every four downs. People really do forget that I'm a girl.
I have to laugh though because it would be mighty hard to confuse me with a guy. Okay, so my height is a bit tall for a girl (5'10"), but the rest of me is all female. Long blonde hair, light green eyes, decent size chest (34DD), I have to say its hard think I'm a guy.
One day, I decided to attempt to fix this problem. I'm normally a jeans and tee shirt (usually band tee shirt) type girl, but I decided to allow my super-effeminate to "dress" me. She picked out this really frilly top and did my make up and hair. By the end, I felt like a geisha girl, but according to her I looked amazing. Let's just say, I'm never doing that again. Half way though the outting (which, by the way, was a CBA hockey game), I got up and changed my shirt in to a Penguins tee, scrubbed my face, and slipped on my Converse.
So far, nothing's changed. I'm still one of the guys. And I was just reminded a few weeks ago, when my lastest flame was talking to one of his customers. I almost cried on the spot. And until today, when, for some reason, I put on the radio, I heard this song called Teardrops On My Guitar. Normally, I would change the station or turn on a CD, but the 1st few lines made me stay. And as I sat there, listening to this woman spill her heart out, I realized that she captured how I feel. So here is a copy of the lyrics:
Teardrops On My Guitar
by Taylor Swift
Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see
What I want and I need and
Everything that we should be
I'll bet she's beautiful
That girl he talks about
And she's got everything
That I have to live without
Drew talks to me, I laugh cause its just so funny
That I can't even see anyone when he's with me
He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night
CHORUS
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishin on a wishin star
He's the song in the car I keep singing,
Don't know why I do
Drew walks by me
Can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She better hold on tight,
And give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes
know she's lucky cause
CHORUS
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishin on a wishin' star
He's the song in the car I keep singing,
Don't know why I do
So I'll drive home alone,
As I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one that's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do
He's the time taken up
But there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into
Drew looks at me
I fake a smile so he won't see...
Yeah, it's cheesy but it's how I feel, and isn't this, after all, an electronic diary?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
