Sunday, November 29, 2009

A Lasting Love

We live in a world of fickle hearts. We grew up hearing about Prince Charming and happily ever afters, but we also grew up watching marriages crumble and sex selling in every medium out there. Where, in all of this, is love?

I am one of those walking contradictions; a cynical romantic. I've seen the ups and downs, I've seen people fall in love, and I've seen people fall out of love. It seems like the older generations knew something we didn't.

Despite her death over a quarter century ago, John Wooden still writes his wife Nell love letters. It reminds me of that sappiest of sappy movies, The Notebook.

In all of disillusionment and wariness, I sincerely hope that I may one day experience this kind of love.

P.S. Thanks, Christina, for posting this on your facebook!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Interesting things happen at work

As I was writing a post on my other blog, one of my co-workers told me that he had a strange favor to ask. I looked up at him, tilted my head, and said "okay."

"Can I have a piece of your long hair?"

Um...this kinda took me off guard. My first thought was that he and the rest of his group were going to build an evil clone, but my rational side got the better of me.

"Why, may I ask, do you need a strand of my hair?"

"Well, we need something relatively transparent for a picture that we're taking for a suspension."

Okay, this made sense. It's extremely difficult to see individual strands of hair in pictures.

Guess there will never be an evil clone running around.



Monday, November 23, 2009

Missed connection

Being bored at home, I occasionally browse the Craigslist personals. I found both my apartment and my job through Craigslist, so I know it does work.

Back to the personals. One of my favorite parts is the "missed connections". It's story after story of some poor soul having met or maybe just saw someone who caught their fancy. Unfortunately, that fabulous person usually slips right through their fingers. Thus...missed connection.

Some of them are hilarious, some are kinda sad, and some are seriously weird. One time I read one that had taken place at a local club, on a night that I'd been there. It was amazing...the person described me perfectly.

I want that again. I want to be someone's missed connection. In fact, I want to be quite a few people's missed connection. To have that allure, that "special something" that makes them take notice of you. Possessing an allure that lingers in their minds for the rest of their lives.

I want to be that missed connection!

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Growing Up Well

Recently, while I was Facebook chatting with a guy I graduated highschool with, he told me that I had really grown up well. My first thought was, how exactly does one grow up "well"? So I asked him what he meant.

"Well, you were a bit awkward back then."

This hit the nail on the head. I was a pretty sheltered girl, didn't really know how to socialize, and wasn't that great at putting together outfits. On top of that, I had braces throughout all of highschool, as well as bad skin. To put it bluntly, I was a dork. Not the pretty Rachael Leigh Cook if-I-just-take-off-my-glasses-I'm-gorgeous dork, but a real dork.

I'm not sure what specifically has changed to make me the way I am, and I wasn't paying attention to the steps along the way. All I know is that when I look in the mirror, I more often like what I see than not. This is the complete opposite to how it used to be. My acne has cleared up, my teeth are straight, I have learned how to live with my curly hair and straighten it when I can't. I can apply make-up properly and can clothe myself in a flattering manner.

All in all, I suppose my friend was right; I have grown up well. What about you, random readers? How have things changed for you since your highschool days?