don’t get me wrong, some shyte happened today and whatnot, it’s just that none is the kind of thing i can post here.
i mean there was the thing with that one guy and then the other thing with the other guy.
oh! oh!
AND that one thing with that one girl.
sigh.
ya. can’t write about any of that here.
i swear, it’s almost enough to make me wish that i didn’t go around telling people about my blog all the time.
ha.
ya right. like THAT’S ever going to happen.
in other news, i did change my earrings today for the first time since getting them pierced. i went with a lovely little blue flower that i got as part of a three-pack on sale for $2.65.
seriously.
im cheap like that.
here’s a pic in case you’re sitting there on the very edge of your seat cushion wanting to know what they look like (and yes, i really am that pale):
“I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”
– Harry Burns.
Last night i was feeling down about being single because i had just hung out with a crapton of happy families and their happy children, so i decided to watch the best, most honest, most inspiring movie ever made in regards to relationships: “When Harry Met Sally.”
cinema sigh.
the movie chronicles the relationship between harry and umm, sally. and how they randomly meet a couple times before finally getting their crap together and falling in love.
and along the way they address some of the common things men and women run into. right off they bat we have them talking about how men and women can never be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.
Sally: So, you’re saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive?
Harry: No. You pretty much want to nail ’em too.
Then we move into the biological clock thing, which as soon-to-be 26-year-old woman, i have to sally’s perspective on the whole thing makes me feel pretty good about life. She claims it doesn’t really start to tick until you’re 36. phew.
and at one point sally and harry are talking about high maintenance women, and harry invents a category for sally that im pretty sure i fall into:
Sally: Which one am I?
Harry: You’re the worst kind; you’re high maintenance but you think you’re low maintenance.
Sally: I don’t see that.
Sally: You don’t see that? Waiter, I’ll begin with a house salad, but I don’t want the regular dressing. I’ll have the balsamic vinegar and oil, but on the side. And then the salmon with the mustard sauce, but I want the mustard sauce on the side. “On the side” is a very big thing for you.
Sally: Well, I just want it the way I want it.
Harry: I know; high maintenance.
and throughout the whole movie they play these little clips of couples talking about how they met. and some of them are CRAZY! like this one:
Woman: We feel in love in high school.
Man: Ya, we were high school sweet hearts
Woman: But then after our junior year, his parents moved away.
Man: But i never forgot her.
Woman: He never forgot me.
Man: Her face was burned on my brain.
Man: It was 34 years later when i was walking down broadway and i saw her.
Woman: And we both looked at each other and it was just as though not a single day had gone by.
Man: She was just as beautiful.
Woman: He was just the same. He looked exactly the same.
Umm. holy wow! it took them 34 YEARS to find each other again? and then when they did, they made it work! that’s nuts people. NUTS!
But the thing i love most about this movie is that all the different love stories (harry and sally, as well as the other ones woven throughout) give me hope that i don’t have live my life like a text book fairytale. that i can have a happy marriage to somebody i meet in an unconventional way. and that people who have ups and downs can come out on the other side mostly up.
now, of course, the BEST scene in the movie, and maybe the best scene ever made: Harry professing his love for sally:
tis a boy i had completely blocked out of my pretty little head i tell you. but alas, today i was hanging out with some folk from the old Hanover Park neighborhood and they kindly refreshed my memory.
see, what happened was, this boy. and i used to make out and stuff in high school and he always want to do… well, you know.
but i didn’t do that.
(no. really).
and so one day i wrote him letter explaining that it was never going to happen.
except i was weird, so i went about including all sorts of statistics explaining why doing um, you know, as a teenager was a really, really stupid idea.
logic and reason i tell you.
feel free to sum up the high school experience of Crystal Lindell based on that story alone.
moving on, i hung out with a bunch of two year olds today.
it was birthday party for my friend justin’s child. and at first i was like, woah. im a loser. i have no potential of having a kid any time soon, at all. and it’s hard to be the crazy single person at a party full of happy families. and i feel like they’re all thinking “what is wrong with her? why isn’t she dating anyone?”
and i knew that i stuck out like an evergreen tree in the winter because i was able to talk about all the latest movies, something those with two year olds cannot do under any circumstances because taking 90 minutes to see a movie is as hard for them as finding a date is for me.
but then a few hours in, there was this crazy onslaught of poopy diapers. and all the parents were talking about how they have to wake up at 7 a.m. every day. and a couple of the moms were pregnant and one was saying that everything makes her gag while another was explaining labor to me.
and i was like, ya. im good for now.
it was kind of a surreal situation though because most of the fathers were guys i had spent craploads of time with in high school. and now, here they were REPRODUCING and being PARENTS! and when the heck did that happen?!
and really, who the heck am i kidding? i’d totally have a kid right now if i could just meet a non-loser who maybe didn’t cheat on me. i’ve heard men like that are out there, but as far as i can tell, none of them happen to be single at the moment.
in the meantime, i’ll continue to live vicariously through mommy bloggers, like dooce and erin i guess.
