I just finished reading a great book. It's old but I'm just now reading it because my mother recommended it to me when I was searching for a book on her bookshelf. "White Oleander" is one of the best stories I've ever read. Against my mom's advice and my own better judgment, I'm going to rent the movie today. I know, I know, "the movie is blasphemy compared to the book." I really want to know what they think the characters look like.
Why is that? You always hear that statement, "the book's way better than the movie." Why? Why is it better? Why is it that our imaginations can play perfect little movies that could never compare to a hard copy on a screen? I think I know. Our minds develop scenarios, twists & turns, and happy endings that we can't control in the theatre version. I love to dream but it's hard to know that dreams are only my imagination. My dreams (especially mine, but maybe yours too? ) are too important and complex to be lived out in the real world. Sometimes I love my dreams, sometimes I hate them. Whichever it is, they mean something. That's okay with me.
I had sort of a bad night last night. Is there any such thing as a "sort of" anything? i.e. Can someone be "sort of" unique? I would say no. What about "sort of" liking someone? Nope. Ok, "sort of" in a relationship? I don't think so. I had a BAD night. That's it, it was just bad. My chaffeurs, Blake and Alex, (haha) and I drove towards downtown with plans to go to the Old City (Barley's maybe and just relax). We picked up Katie and her first words upon entering the car were "change of plans" with her big toothy grin. "Ok" I said. She told us she had a friend at Saphires waiting for her and asked if we would go there with her. We agreed. I've been to Saphires and I don't like it because it's crowded/loud. We arrive and as we're squeezing through the mass of people, Katie finds Cameron. Cameron is boyfriend #3 that we're adding to the mix (just for this week, though). I wish I had the guts to just say, "It doesn't have to be like this. You don't have to give it to everybody who looks your way. Because, believe me, he's definitely not the first or the last to pay attention to you. Use your beauty as something more powerful than that. Use it to show people that beauty is only a matter of what's inside your mind. You can do that, you know." As a matter of fact, maybe I will say that to her. Maybe I'll "say what I need to say" because I think Mr. Mayer may be onto something with that statement :).
I have to meet my long-lost friend Chasity for lunch to discuss living arrangements. She might be moving in! I'm late so I gotta run. Until next time, je t'aime <3!