Wuv. Sweet Wuv. Bring on Those Controversial Pink Hearts

Happy Valentines Day.

I'm sure everyone with a blog will be talking about this day. I'm envisioning a range from:
super anti - Valentines Day is overcommercialized, a way to turn love into business, a low point of society, a sign of a doomed humanity etc..
to: "Singles Awareness Day" - read: I'm all alone and super self conscious about it but I'm going to turn it into a joke so no one knows that I'm secretly dreading being alone for the rest of my life.
to: YAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!! love Love LOVE!!!

Personally I'm kind of apathetic about this holiday. I guess if I were a very interesting person I'd
take a strong stance on either extreme and defend my opinion to death. At the very least my crazy ideas would get some attention. However, I'm not feeling very Rush Limbaugh-ish today and really, I fall somewhere in the middle (.. the average perhaps? Puns = yessssss). I don't know if it deserves all the hoo ha it gets because, like so many things in life, there's some pros some cons, but here's my theory: it is what you make it. And here's what I make of it: it's all good. Single? In love? t'ss alllllll goooooooooood.

But because I love being unoriginal and run-of-the-mill here's a brief Valentines post...

In honor of this special SPECIAL occasion, (here's to hoping dripping sarcasm translates via blogger) I'd like to post my favorite quote about marriage from mama c-roll. Hi ma, don't be offended, I like this idea.

"When it's 2 am, you haven't showered in three days, and the baby is screaming - you don't care how good he looks in those jeans - you just want him to clean the dang puke up."*

Aw love.To think I sometimes wonder why my view of marriage is not glossed, embossed, and glittered. I've grown up knowing it's hard work, and it probably sucks sometimes. But I'm still hoping that someday I'll find out it's worth it. Cause you've made it this far Mama C-Roll and Papa Jim. (25 years in June) So you must like each other a little bit.

Cheers!

*Recent correction from my mother. "Actually I would have said, clean up the dang puke." Thanks ma, for keeping me grammatically correct.

Not Ok

I've heard a lot of buzz about Josh Powell lately. And honestly the response I've heard in some of the comments really tick me off.

Yes, that lives were ended in a such a violent way is awful. But the response has been kind of awful too. Responses like this:

"Glad I won't be seeing Josh Powell in heaven... what an awful person."

I am not ok with this philosophy. This self righteous attitude seems immature and primitive to me. When I said that lives ending so violently was awful, I was counting his life too. We don't get to decide who goes to heaven or not. Sorry, but you can't just pick people out of the crowd or even the public eye and say, "Sorry, I've seen your actions, you aren't righteous, you messed up, go to hell." His actions are strictly between him and the Lord. Worry about your own actions, stop the comparison. Let me quote this, because scripture counts for a lot more than my words do.

Doctrine and Covenants 64:9-11

Wherefore, I say unto you, that ye ought forgive one another; for he that forgiveth not his brother his trespasses standeth condemned before the Lord; for there remaineth in Him the greater sin. I, the Lord will forgive whom I will forgive, but of you it is required to forgive all men. And ye ought to say in your hearts - let God judge between me and thee, and reward thee according to thy deeds.

Get it? Yes. Each person will be accountable for his/her actions, whether in this life or the next. Powell will be held accountable and pay to the degree that his Heavenly Father and Savior see fit. I can't say where he'll end up, no one can. It's not up to us. "I seriously do not think God goes around damning people to hell" (Leslie Burke - Bridge to Terabithia)

I consider Him my Savior for a reason. He saves.

I by no means want to belittle the tragedy of this. Innocent lives were taken, lives that could have been anything. I just think we need to be aware of how we react to awful situations, because that is where we can grow stronger, rather than creating more hate.

Friday Quote

It's become a tradition now.

I read a lot. Novels, short stories, kid books, plays, magazines, blogs, anything and everything really. I love it when I find words that fit my feelings and thoughts perfectly. That explain me. In fact, here's a quote about it.

-You know how, once in a while, you read something and not only do you want to share it on Facebook, you want to staple it to your forehead and hand out copies to everyone you meet, thrusting it into their hands, saying, “This. THIS.” ? You know that feeling? (bandjjones.blogspot.com)

Yes.
So when I have passages running through my head for days on end, Friday Quotes (prizes to anyone who can come up with a more clever title. Carol?) will be my solution.

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say any commonplace thing but burn burn burn, like fabulous Roman Candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop, and everybody goes, 'awwww!'" (Jack Kerouac)

This. THIS.
Thank you Sarah B. for having this up when I facebook "research" you. And for being such a cool individual all around.

And one more. Because I really love Fahrenheit 451

"Now, let's get on upstream, and hold on to one thought: you're not important. You're not anything. Some day the load we're carrying with us may help someone. But even when we had the books on hand a long time ago, we didn't use what we got out of them. We went right on insulting the dead. We went right on spitting in the graves of all the poor ones who died in the next week and the next month and the next year. And when they ask us what we're doing you can say, we're remembering. That's when we'll win in the long run. And some day we'll remember so much that we'll build the biggest grave of all time and shove war in and cover it up. Come on now, we're going to go build a mirror factory first and put out nothing but mirrors for the next year and take a long look in them." (Ray Bradbury)

Is it possible to burn burn burn and still be nothing; to remember everyone else while taking a long look in the mirror? I think so. I hope so.

In Which I'm Slightly Sappy and Embarrassing.

First of all I don't usually sit at my desk fantasizing about my future eternal flame.
Usually this is how I feel about goopy romantic stuff: blegghhh.
Best friend? You betcha. But the cutesy cheesy stuff can be skipped thankyouverymuch. In fact it really cracks me up (when I should be going all weepy) when someone describes their ideal cuddlemuffin like this, "I just want someone who will hold me when I cry, and who will be there when I call him in the middle of the night."

What does that mean exactly? Is my life abnormally void of drama? Am I supposed to be sobbing more often in the wee hours of the morning? Because when I cry I just get snot everywhere and want to be left alone. And in the middle of the night? Yeah I'm sleeping. Don't wake me up. My heart was never ripped to shreds. Smushed maybe. But mostly I'm good.

No Bruno Mars song for me.
(Cause I'd catch a grenade for ya.
Throw my hand on a blade for ya.
I'd jump in front of a train for ya..)

What exactly am I doing in the path of trains and grenades anyway? Sounds like a personal problem to me. Also. I really hate it when ya is substituted for you. And I'd much rather my lovely cinnabuns stuck around instead.

But today I'm feeling slightly.. eh who knows. Perhaps in light of my upcoming birthday I'm thinking more of my family and future relationships. Or maybe being almost twenty I'm coming to terms with my old maid destiny. I mean, 20 and unmarried? Preposterous! (Sarcasm) So I do sometimes wonder what my precious angelbabe will be like. Mostly because I've noticed that my favorite couples seemed to meet when both were really involved in their respective interests, and those interests overlapped. And boy do I have some weird interests.

My version of the Bruno Mars song would go something like this.

"cause I'd listen to KRCL with ya
read the New York Times with ya
go to the arts festival with ya..

We could shop at the DI
Eat organic foods till we die
(and then binge on really junky food)

see I would rock climb through all the pain
read books to enlarge my brain
yeah i would sit through bad movies with ya baby
and you can do the same
woah wooah woah"

and I hope he doesn't mind that I sometimes snicker at overly romantic moments. I can't take a compliment very well. It usually ends up in giggles. And being "sexy" is like the farthest thing from my comprehension. Really, can you imagine a romantic conversation between me and said shnookums?

"Darling let me whisper you sweet nothings of human biology. Centrosomes. Glucose. Mmm. And then we can study together."

Yowza.

Too hot to handle.

Good luck babe.

All Over the Place

I feel like this blog has reached the place where I so often find myself in life.

Pointless.

I want to be taking a direction.

I'm trying to be more fit - what about a fitness blog?

I'm trying to better understand politics and the issues facing today - what about doing the research and then trying to explain it in simple terms?

I'd love to learn how to cook, some simple recipes? Some cooking techniques?

But then I just love being sarcastic and blogging about paper towel dispensers too much.

I'm afraid that it's just going to remain a hodge podge of ideas and topics. Because really, that's the most accurate representation of me I can give. I'm writing this for me - a cathartic exercise if you will. I'm trying desperately to find my voice, my opinions, my viewpoint of the world.

I'm not going to excel in any one subject. I'll be.. average. But you know what? I think it's a good thing. Because life is made of many facets. It's beautiful because of the variety. And oh boy do I have variety up the wazoo.

Quote

"I hate a Roman named status quo! Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away. Shake the tree and knock the great sloth down."

Fahrenheit 451

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It's been awhile. Intentionally. I took my break very seriously. But now that I'm back in school I have homework to procrastinate. Which means I'm going to be blogging lots. Currently I'm pretending I don't have a February 1st application deadline. I'm also pretending that writing essays will come blissfully easily, flowing from my brain into my little sausage fingers. (Thanks for that complex Klepper.) Cheers to an overactive imagination.

But really, I have lots of randoms to share. Look forward to: phone calls with "Lori", yurts, deep thoughts, and poems.

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