What is Odd?

So totally unexpectedly tonight I got the opportunity to see Prince Caspian, which I have been dying to see since I saw the first Narnia movie. It was in a word, Amazing. The movie not only met my expectations, but far succeeded them beyond anything I could hope for. Two very hot men to stare at (granted one had the worst fake accent I've ever heard, but hey he was gorgeous with his mouth closed), action, and everything beautifully played out on screen. The camera cuts were amazing. Put together beautifully. I'm sure there will be those that disagree, but I was totally enthralled. Even knowing how it was going to end (having ready the book over 3 dozen times) I still was frightened that everything wasn't going to go as planned. Not to mention every 5 seconds or so, my friend or I would lean over and be like, look at the Gospel implication there!! Isn't C.S. Lewis amazing?!?

Now I mentioned earlier, I've read the book over 3 dozen times. I loved these books as a child. I read them every 6 months or so, if not more. They were a series I could finish in a matter of days, sometimes a little over a week, and it got better every time. I felt like I knew each person, almost as if I was an extra character in the book. In fact my dreams were filled with scenes from the books constantly, as well as in my daydreams. It was my respite from reality. Narnia was my world. I lived there for a good chunk of my childhood. Still today, I see the characters in my head. I can't picture them now as I use to back then, because the characters from the movies stare back at me now. However, I still play out what it was like.

I was expecting to go and see Prince Caspian and have it be worse than the first movie, and totally fail to what I had created in my head. However, I was horribly wrong. It was as if someone had reached inside my head and created my world on screen, only improved it on a few of my blurry points. I was utterly impressed. Here was the world that I had dreamed about for all the world to see. Everyone could understand my world now. Though, I don't really talk in the language, and I never was ridiculed as the Pevensie children for I never talked about my secret world, it felt good to see it on the screen.

I am still the odd child that I always was. I am outwardly very sociable, and I love to be around people. However, inside I would rather just be curled up with a good book or movie going. I love having a world going in my head, recreating what my interpretation of what an author had in their head. I'm not creative enough for my own stories, so I use other people's bases to get my story going. It is my way of life and it totally works for me :)

Unrequited Love

So sadly... I'm reusing an old poem for the post of the night. It fits though... it's what is on my mind... so I thought I would just reuse it. Enjoy :)

Unrequited Love

I walk into the room
And see you across the crowd.
You come up next to me, to say hello
Because the place is loud.
You know who I am,
You call me a friend
And though it kills me
That role, I pretend.

My stomach begins to flutter
Because you are there
My heart completely skips a beat
Yet you are unaware.
My lips are tingling
From that kiss
That will never happen
And is mine to miss.

You’ll never know
For I cannot tell
But of my love
I wish to yell.
Inside, a whispered fear
Keeps me silent
It tells me of your reaction
The rejection spitted so violent.

I know there could be
Possibly another ending
But if I thought it true,
I’d just be pretending.
So this subject
That is not undreamed of
Is just another classic case
Of unrequited Love.

Writing for the Sake of Writing

I have discovered recently (okay more like the past year) that I am completely unable to find something to write about. It's just not working for me right now. I can't seem to string words together into any fashion that comes out making sense or really about any subject. My ideas about things always seem to be lame or just catty. And I hate lame and catty. So instead I just don't write. So as you can see I haven't posted anything in my blog since October. Not only that, I really hadn't posted before that since May a year ago. I'm lame.

Though I did have an interesting thought tonight. I realized tonight through a random game that was played that my first childhood dream was to be a hitchhiker when I grew up. I didn't want to be a singer or an ice skater (those all came later) I wanted to be a hitchhiker. I thought it was so cool that people would stand on the side of the highway and hold out their thumbs and that people in the cars knew that this meant that they needed a ride. Then if they had enough room people would stop and pick them up. This was a cheap way to travel. In my little mind, this totally worked.

So now I ponder the reasons that I am not a professional hitchhiker. I seriously would love to travel from one side of the nation to the other by way of hitchhiking. Though I just told a friend that he should... then he informed me that his cousin was killed as a hitchhiker. So there is strike one against my glorious plan. I also would still have to have money for food. I don't have all that much money. I guess that I could stop occasionally in towns and work for food, but that would mean I would then need lodging as well. So there is strike two. I'm pretty sure hitchhiking is illegal in some places... therefore I have now discovered strike three.

Well as much as I would like to do this I think I'm going to stick to the old fashioned way of just driving myself across the nation, or flying someday. However, if I do hitchhike, I'll let you know how it goes.

My Life Should Be A Play

It wouldn't be entertaining at all... in fact I would probably have to pay people to sit through it. However, it is filled with drama. Generally not my own, because I'm not that cool, but rather with other peoples. Wherever I go, I seem to be a magnet for spill of the drama. I can handle it from those I'm close to and those I know it is going to come from, but somehow it just always seems to spill out. I know that I do create some drama with decisions I make, and I'm more than definitely cool with that. In fact, I like my drama generally. It is that drama that is created by others. Such as... so and so told so and so to tell me to tell you this. Man I feel like I'm back in middle school again.

Drama because someone made a promise and broke it and went behind peoples backs. Seriously... just talk to each other. How hard is that? Deal with the problem, talk it out and then it is over. That is all it takes. Seriously... how hard is it to face a problem head on? I'm so sick of the drama. What did Kim Possible use to say? So not the drama? Haha... that's my new motto.