Bleargh

I have long hair. Very long. Maybe even too long. If you need a ghost for a low-budget horror flick, I’m your hair.

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

The way I see it, there are always only TWO choices you can pick from when faced with a difficult situation.

One: YOU

Two: THEM

If you follow YOU, make sure you see it through to the end. Stopping halfway will only make things harder.

If you follow THEM, make sure they don’t own you. Stay true to yourself and things will somehow go your own way. Like Popeye said,

“I y’ams, what I y’ams!”

I should’ve been a psychiatrist. Or at least a motivational speaker. Haha.

If my calculations and prophesies are correct, I will be going to three weddings next year. One is between L and K. The other is probably between R and R. The third wedding is between me and myself.

Like Carrie Bradshaw said:

Think about it. If you are single, after graduation there isn’t one occasion where people celebrate you … Hallmark doesn’t make a “congratulations, you didn’t marry the wrong guy” card. And where’s the flatware for going on vacation alone?

and…

Carrie: The most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you find someone to love the you you love, well, that’s just fabulous.

So, go ahead. Have a wedding, where you wear both the tux and the veil. It would be lovely.

Marriage can be whatever you define it as. For example, I don’t feel like I need a piece of paper that says I own her and she owns me. I think signing a piece of paper doesn’t mean anything in the eyes of God or in the eyes of people. The thing is, if you are together and you love each other and are good to each other, make babies and all that, for all intents and purposes you are married.

For all intents and purposes… I love that.

Some people spend more time, effort, energy and money on their wedding than they do on their marriage. Think about that.

It’s official. The Olympics for 2012 will be in London. Yay. I’m so excited. I don’t really know why. It’s not my country…

Oh well.

Good for London.

Sorry Paris, next time.

I love Edgar Allen Poe.

Excerpt from The Raven:

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
‘Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,’ I said, ‘art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!’
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

…

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered ‘Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’
Then the bird said, “Nevermore”.