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my day today...

It's not all that busy. 

I got up early this morning, even though my insomnia keeps up at all hours, around six thirty, did the dishes, cleaned the counters, wiped off these weird rubber prints on the floor left by mom's high heels....  All in all, a normal morning.  Checked my blood pressure afterwords for kicks with this little handheld one that wraps around your finger (My scores were 86 over 54 the first time, 91 over 54 the second and 73 over 54 the third time).  I am a low blood pressure freak.  Now, I'm coming to you live from my nice clean kitchen table.  Yay.

My plans today are simple: help my sister sort through Christmas decorations for her "Christmas in July Party" and then go see Eclipse with my mom and her friends at 3.

I really don't like Twilight and I think the movies are generally terrible, but they're usually good for a few laughs and if I'm not paying for it then why not go for some good schadenfreude? It's not that the story is necessarily bad; on a basic level (girl meets vampire boy, they fall in love, werewolf boy intervenes, hard decisions, epic battles, lulz ensue) it's an excellent story.  But the way it is executed and written is so laughably atrocious that I cannot ignore it and 'enjoy' the story.  At least Harry Potter makes sense and has a little more depth....

Anyway, the quote yesterday was from Mr. Abraham Lincoln.  Great guy, absolutely love him.

Today's is "When even one American – who has done nothing wrong — is forced by fear to shut his mind and close his mouth, then all of Americans are in peril."

He's a little more recent too...

Miss Red


It would be pointless of me to say I know what love is or that I can understand it.

I've never had a boyfriend or have someone kiss me or someone slow dance with me.  But the point of this is not how depressing my love life is.

The point I'm making is that love is a lot more than anyone can understand, or even try to comprehend.

But I do know what I'd like it to be.  As a girl without love from someone special, wasting these tepid summer days away with nothing but an audience of one invisible guest and thousands of emotions bouncing about, I've thought quite a bit about love.

To start, I think I'll mention a quote from The Princess Bride (the movie, not the book) to start: "Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind."  Princess Bride was one of the first couple of movies that I watched as a child that stuck with me and will continue to inspire me through the rest of my life (Some others: The Goonies, Jurassic Park, A League of Their Own, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang to name a few).  The tale of Westley and Princess Buttercup as they traveled across their world, finding each other and keeping their love safe, was romantic to me.  Still is.  I didn't really know what it was to be in love except for them; I knew it had to be eternal (Buttercup waiting all that time, staying true to him), sacrificial if need be (Westley on the machine) and passionate as illustrated above.

But I grew up, which, as you'll find later, is a terrible thing. 

As I got older, I became a little calloused to the world; love from their world, didn't seem to exist and lived as a pipe dream in the dusty corners of my mind.  Life got complicated and I don't really remember when I started my fascination with the boy who refused to grow up. 

But before that came a few more movies, a few more tales that spun out what would become this post.  One of them is a little known ditty called Once.  It's tagline alone ("How often do you find the right person?") should tell you what its about.  The movie talks about the meeting of two people on the streets of dublin, both enigmatically called Guy and Girl, and how, through their process of producing an album/demo, they discover love.  But *spolier alert* they part at the end *spolier end* and that's when I realized that real love, good love that could only bring happiness, only comes around once.  This story is going to be one I tell to all my children and I've told everyone about.

Then came along a movie with a much larger budget, a much more famous cast and a great story (that's the big thing a movie needs to have for me): Stardust.  When I first watched the movie, I loved it for it's Princess Bride-esque qualities.  Only when I watched it a few more times, I realized it was a completely different story.  It was talking about where to find love, not how to protect it.  The opening quote ("A philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?" Pointless, really... ”Do the stars gaze back?" Now that's a question.") really sums up the point of the movie, being that, love is not where you look but who's looking at you that matters.  And it's true.  Go on, look at love.givesmehope.com.  I'll wait.  *Pauses*  Most of those stories are not about the person finding the love of their life but how that love found them.  Sometimes we wish it would happen faster, but as Ian Malcolm said "Life finds a way."

However, it was not until I watched the 2003 version and read the book that I really knew what I wanted in love.

Peter Pan, as it's more commonly known, is without a doubt the greatest story ever told and the novel is one of the greatest teachers to all of humanity.  Barrie was a genius.  He's one of the few people I admire solely for this book and story.  It talks about love, growing up, life and how one person is special to another.  The purest, most everlasting version of live, derived in a special kiss that only one can find "her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner."  This kiss is the most romantic thing in the world to me.  It represents the soul finding it's counterpart, it represents the struggle of love and the reward of being utterly devoted to that person.

I can't really say that much of this has a point, it rambles and I feel like I've lost it somewhere...

But I do understand what love is supposed to be for me.  It needs to be like Peter and Wendy, Napoleon and Josephine, Guy and Girl, Tristan and Yvaine, Buttercup and Westley.

I can't really describe it anymore than that. 

It simply is.

Miss Red