I am in love with an IDEA!!!
The same way Meg Ryan was in love with boquets of freshly sharpened pencils in You've Got Mail.
It weakens my knees and sends those elusive butterflies all aflutter in my tummy. It causes me to sigh with longing, and waves of nerves and excitement crash over my body, directed by its glorious possibilities.
I want to taste it NOW! It is cause for remembrance of cherished memories and the anticipation of memories to be made, also. I haven't felt this inspired, this genuinely excited about a project in a long time.
I'm vibrating with adrenaline.
I'm ready to swallow it whole and experience its beautiful and terrifying flavor filling every space, cavity, nerve ending and secret place inside of me. I'm so ready to become what it needs me to become.
I'm ready to become someone else again.
To take on someone else's most intense emotions, to watch them resonate and bounce off an audience, transferring their energy back to me so I can recharge it and throw it right back at them in floods of impressive, premeditated force.
*insert toe-curling groan* Ooooh, to act again.
I've been itching to act again. I've been waiting patiently for a new opportunity to arise, and finally my stagnation has paid off. Good things come to those who wait. This longing will be fulfilled, this hunger will be fed, and the roaring beast quieted.... Or really, unleashed?
I don't know, and at this point I don't even care. All I can wrap my head around is that I'll be acting again soon.
I am so in love with this idea.
Chocolate, roses, sweet sticky kisses.
So, so, so in love.
I'm ready.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
"Just a Sad Song With Nothing to Say......."
It's mid-February, and I'm looking outside the window at 81 degree weather and thinking how much it feels like late summer. I'm sitting on my sister's bed in her cozy little house here in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. I was supposed to be sleeping right now, as a nap was sounding so irresistably delicious, but I found my way here instead.
"Tank tops and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes.. Then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen....."
I love My Chemical Romance. Early Sunsets Over Monroeville will always remind me of late summer evenings and the happiest two years of my life to date.
I've lost a lot of people over the past year, the most monumental of which in the past 6 months. There are some people you never imagine living without, and even when you're faced with the clear and final truth of their absence in your life, you still can't imagine what it would be like without them. It's a cruel trick that fate plays on you. I was literally just sitting here thinking, "Man, I can't imagine life without..." And then I realized that I have been living without this person for almost 3 months now.
It really is the most surreal feeling. I miss how things used to be, but not enough to go back. Too much happened. Although, today, in this moment, I honestly wish nothing had changed. I wish my best friend was still my best friend, and that we could be driving down the highway together, listening to every My Chemical Romance song on my ipod, and singing along to every word at the tops of our lungs.
I think it's the summery feeling and the sunshine that brings those golden memories back. They really are beautiful moments, and glorious times that I shall never forget. I'll fight to not forget them..... Always set to the most clear blue sky, or the most luminous sunset, with the soundtrack of wonderful music playing in the background.
But for all it's worth, it's over now.
I'm not one to say it's over forever, because I'm hoping deep down that it's not over forever, but now is the present, and presently there's no room for rewinding or rekindling. Sometimes people grow apart so better things can fall together, after all.
I just wanted to make it known, however, that I do not regret a single memory of that friendship. I honestly believed at the time that it was the best thing happening to me. And I take pride in the fact that even though things are beyond messed up now, and feelings have been hurt and trust has been completely shattered, I can honestly say I don't regret those years. They were exactly what I needed to get by. And she was exactly who I needed by my side to get through them, and that's a beautiful, beautiful thing, even though it's not the same anymore.
And those illuminated moments, those favorite, guarded memories of mine are playing through my mind today, and I'm feeling so blessed to have made them with such a person as she.
"Well I was there on the day they sold the cause for the queen
and when the lights all went out, we watched our lives on the screen
I hate the ending myself, but it started with an alright scene
It was the roar of the crowd that gave me heartache to sing
it was a lie when they smiled and said 'you won't feel a thing',
and as we ran from the cops, we laughed so hard it would sting....."
Disenchanted-MCR
"Tank tops and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes.. Then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen....."
I love My Chemical Romance. Early Sunsets Over Monroeville will always remind me of late summer evenings and the happiest two years of my life to date.
I've lost a lot of people over the past year, the most monumental of which in the past 6 months. There are some people you never imagine living without, and even when you're faced with the clear and final truth of their absence in your life, you still can't imagine what it would be like without them. It's a cruel trick that fate plays on you. I was literally just sitting here thinking, "Man, I can't imagine life without..." And then I realized that I have been living without this person for almost 3 months now.
It really is the most surreal feeling. I miss how things used to be, but not enough to go back. Too much happened. Although, today, in this moment, I honestly wish nothing had changed. I wish my best friend was still my best friend, and that we could be driving down the highway together, listening to every My Chemical Romance song on my ipod, and singing along to every word at the tops of our lungs.
I think it's the summery feeling and the sunshine that brings those golden memories back. They really are beautiful moments, and glorious times that I shall never forget. I'll fight to not forget them..... Always set to the most clear blue sky, or the most luminous sunset, with the soundtrack of wonderful music playing in the background.
But for all it's worth, it's over now.
I'm not one to say it's over forever, because I'm hoping deep down that it's not over forever, but now is the present, and presently there's no room for rewinding or rekindling. Sometimes people grow apart so better things can fall together, after all.
I just wanted to make it known, however, that I do not regret a single memory of that friendship. I honestly believed at the time that it was the best thing happening to me. And I take pride in the fact that even though things are beyond messed up now, and feelings have been hurt and trust has been completely shattered, I can honestly say I don't regret those years. They were exactly what I needed to get by. And she was exactly who I needed by my side to get through them, and that's a beautiful, beautiful thing, even though it's not the same anymore.
And those illuminated moments, those favorite, guarded memories of mine are playing through my mind today, and I'm feeling so blessed to have made them with such a person as she.
"Well I was there on the day they sold the cause for the queen
and when the lights all went out, we watched our lives on the screen
I hate the ending myself, but it started with an alright scene
It was the roar of the crowd that gave me heartache to sing
it was a lie when they smiled and said 'you won't feel a thing',
and as we ran from the cops, we laughed so hard it would sting....."
Disenchanted-MCR
Thursday, February 10, 2011
True Life: I Am Becoming A Folk-Music Junkie
You all need to hear the following songs. I'm feeling very convicted about that. Which is why I'm posting the links, which I don't normally do.
So seriously, take ten minutes and just listen.
Glen Hansard- Say It To Me Now
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8zEyRixsDZY
Tom Waits- I Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSe2k3P8wRE
The Avett Brothers- Souls Like the Wheels
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CeSaU2k1FLw
John Martyn- May You Never
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQs6MvsPCXA
So seriously, take ten minutes and just listen.
Glen Hansard- Say It To Me Now
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8zEyRixsDZY
Tom Waits- I Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSe2k3P8wRE
The Avett Brothers- Souls Like the Wheels
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CeSaU2k1FLw
John Martyn- May You Never
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQs6MvsPCXA
Sweet, sweet music fills my soul.
They really couldn't have picked a tastier spice of life, you know it?
Just for kicks, here's one more.
I love new music.
Fleet Foxes- Sun It Rises
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQ5B-U6LwaA
Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?
:)
My loves,
My doves,
My eggs.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
14 Years in the Making
I've had the same best friend ever since I was four years old. Technically, we were close before then, but four is as far back as I can remember. We both remember her coming to my fourth birthday party, at my grandma's. I got a toy alligator flashlight, complete with alligator noises, and we swam in my grandma's large pool. Water Wings included, of course.
Her name is Amber, and we've been through a lot over the past fourteen years. She came over today and in typical us fashion, we spent the day eating, laughing, reminiscing and watching comedies. Today was special though, as she's leaving for Jamaica on Sunday, and she'll be gone for the guts of a year. (She has to come back once every three or four months otherwise the government would kick her out for good), but coordinating schedules and okay times to meet for coffee while she's back in the country will be hard. Especially because this time next year, I'll be living in Cannon Beach (Lord Willing), so even though she gets to come back every now and then, it's still painfully obvious that we're just not going to see each other for almost a year.
I wish I could go to the airport to see her off, but we're leaving for Disneyworld on Friday. So our final goodbyes were said tonight, and I had to bite my lip pretty hard to keep from crying.
You don't maintain a lifelong friendship without having gone through some pretty hard times together, you know?
There's been rocky moments, long periods of silence, many nights falling asleep crying together, and countless hours spent talking and talking and talking in each other's kitchens, or on each other's couches.
We've slept under the stars, we've traveled to Hawaii and Canada, we've grown up in each other's families.
We've had matching sweaters, we've seen each other at our worst and best moments, we've danced like no-one is watching (even when everybody was), we've laughed harder (and louder) than anybody alive, we've planned parties. We've decorated rooms, cooked unsavory meals and ate them anyway, we've had adventures, played outlandish games, jumped on trampolines, ran races, played innumerable rounds of Marco Polo.
We played dress-up in our sisters' ballet costumes. We still play dress-up now. She helps me pack whenever I go on vacations, and she taught me all about what it meant to have and cherish culture, and what it meant to have big, scary, "my name in flashing lights" sorts of dreams. We've done tea parties, and birthday cakes, re-enacted glorious scenes from our favorite movies. We've basked in the eternal glory of the ocean, and we've sung songs around campfires, we've eaten strange things, and swam with sea turtles and eels and never, ever let each other forget how fabulous the other was. We've painted together, partied together, dared each other to do things we'd never dream of discussing with others, lost friends, lost boys, and lost each other a few times, but always found our way back to each other again soon....
And every memory I have of us is the greatest memory I have, or that's how it feels, anyways.
Growing up with someone is a crazy wonderful experience. I highly recommend it.
She inspires me, and I take care of her.
It's what we do. And I'm going to miss her a lot while she's gone. I'm crazy excited for her, but I'm still going to miss her all the same.
So, tonight's been one of those nights where memories keep resurfacing every few minutes, and each one takes me down a different direction, a different road. It's kind of hard to keep focus, until I realize I don't actually know what I'm trying to focus on.
And then it starts all over again.
I know a few things:
I'm pretty sure I'll be up most of the night writing.
I desperately need to finish watching Casablanca so I can return it to the Library before we leave on Friday.
I miss my Ireland.
I miss my childhood.
I'm going to make my own sugar body scrub tomorrow.
I'm listening to my mom's old Lyle Lovett albums and wishing I had been genius enough to write the songs he's written.
There's people in my life that I miss, and people that I don't. Regardless of where we stand now, I still think about them often, and dream about them when I sleep, and hope they're doing as well as I am.
I also know that my guitar (or any guitar, really) is one of the sexiest things I've ever laid eyes on, and I wish I could manipulate those strings the way I've always dreamed of. But my hands are stiff, and my fingers aren't fast enough, so I really hope I end up with someone who can play like the devil, and make or break my heart with a single song.
I believe I'm rambling now, so I'm going to stop before I get any more nostalgic for disaster.
Instead, I'm going to flip through the pages of my "Irish Moment" picture book, listen to some more weepy, country/blues songs, and write my way through my remembrances.
The divine peace within my soul honors the divine peace within yours.
My loves,
my doves,
my eggs.
Goodnight.
Her name is Amber, and we've been through a lot over the past fourteen years. She came over today and in typical us fashion, we spent the day eating, laughing, reminiscing and watching comedies. Today was special though, as she's leaving for Jamaica on Sunday, and she'll be gone for the guts of a year. (She has to come back once every three or four months otherwise the government would kick her out for good), but coordinating schedules and okay times to meet for coffee while she's back in the country will be hard. Especially because this time next year, I'll be living in Cannon Beach (Lord Willing), so even though she gets to come back every now and then, it's still painfully obvious that we're just not going to see each other for almost a year.
I wish I could go to the airport to see her off, but we're leaving for Disneyworld on Friday. So our final goodbyes were said tonight, and I had to bite my lip pretty hard to keep from crying.
You don't maintain a lifelong friendship without having gone through some pretty hard times together, you know?
There's been rocky moments, long periods of silence, many nights falling asleep crying together, and countless hours spent talking and talking and talking in each other's kitchens, or on each other's couches.
We've slept under the stars, we've traveled to Hawaii and Canada, we've grown up in each other's families.
We've had matching sweaters, we've seen each other at our worst and best moments, we've danced like no-one is watching (even when everybody was), we've laughed harder (and louder) than anybody alive, we've planned parties. We've decorated rooms, cooked unsavory meals and ate them anyway, we've had adventures, played outlandish games, jumped on trampolines, ran races, played innumerable rounds of Marco Polo.
We played dress-up in our sisters' ballet costumes. We still play dress-up now. She helps me pack whenever I go on vacations, and she taught me all about what it meant to have and cherish culture, and what it meant to have big, scary, "my name in flashing lights" sorts of dreams. We've done tea parties, and birthday cakes, re-enacted glorious scenes from our favorite movies. We've basked in the eternal glory of the ocean, and we've sung songs around campfires, we've eaten strange things, and swam with sea turtles and eels and never, ever let each other forget how fabulous the other was. We've painted together, partied together, dared each other to do things we'd never dream of discussing with others, lost friends, lost boys, and lost each other a few times, but always found our way back to each other again soon....
And every memory I have of us is the greatest memory I have, or that's how it feels, anyways.
Growing up with someone is a crazy wonderful experience. I highly recommend it.
She inspires me, and I take care of her.
It's what we do. And I'm going to miss her a lot while she's gone. I'm crazy excited for her, but I'm still going to miss her all the same.
So, tonight's been one of those nights where memories keep resurfacing every few minutes, and each one takes me down a different direction, a different road. It's kind of hard to keep focus, until I realize I don't actually know what I'm trying to focus on.
And then it starts all over again.
I know a few things:
I'm pretty sure I'll be up most of the night writing.
I desperately need to finish watching Casablanca so I can return it to the Library before we leave on Friday.
I miss my Ireland.
I miss my childhood.
I'm going to make my own sugar body scrub tomorrow.
I'm listening to my mom's old Lyle Lovett albums and wishing I had been genius enough to write the songs he's written.
There's people in my life that I miss, and people that I don't. Regardless of where we stand now, I still think about them often, and dream about them when I sleep, and hope they're doing as well as I am.
I also know that my guitar (or any guitar, really) is one of the sexiest things I've ever laid eyes on, and I wish I could manipulate those strings the way I've always dreamed of. But my hands are stiff, and my fingers aren't fast enough, so I really hope I end up with someone who can play like the devil, and make or break my heart with a single song.
I believe I'm rambling now, so I'm going to stop before I get any more nostalgic for disaster.
Instead, I'm going to flip through the pages of my "Irish Moment" picture book, listen to some more weepy, country/blues songs, and write my way through my remembrances.
The divine peace within my soul honors the divine peace within yours.
My loves,
my doves,
my eggs.
Goodnight.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
There Really Is a Science Behind Flavored Syrups
I have had Baby Got Back stuck in my head for the past two hours. I hear " 'cuz I'm long, and I'm strong, and I'm down to get the friction on!" over and over and over and it finally has driven me to creating a Baby Got Back station on Pandora. Now it's playing Hey Ya by Outkast, and I'm realizing maybe this wasn't such a bad occurance after all.
"Y'all don't wanna hear me you just wanna dance. Hey ya." ;)
So, it's been awhile. I haven't exactly had anything incredibly pressing to blog about the past few weeks, and I couldn't really find 'nothing' to blurb endlessly about either, so I was sort of at a standstill for awhile.
But I'm back, and even though I really don't have anything to say this time either, I'm still ready to say something! Whooooooo!
Although last night at work I did think of something rather brilliant (If I do say so myself) to entertain myself with, and also to blog about. It was a really super dead night at the restaurant, and I was desperate. So let me share my little stroke of genius.
I was standing there at the counter, flipping my way through an old Wine and Food issue, and this is when it happened. Now I need to give you a little background here.
There's this guy at work, who I believe is the epitome of ultra-creepazoid. I don't want to give his name, because even though I blatantly do not like this guy, I like to maintain my classy, if you know what I mean.
So let's call him.... Ricky.
Now, Ricky works in the kitchen, kneading dough by hand. Well, apparently he needed a refill so he comes up to where I am to refuel. I notice, from my 'casually flipping my magazine' stance, that he doesn't just gas up his incredible energy on soda, like the rest of the normal sugar junkies in the kitchen. No, he's overdosing here, he's going for the big kahuna.
A blackberry Italian soda in the red Coca-Cola employee -only cup. Sippy straw included. Daredevil.
Now, this intrigued me.
Not because anything "Ricky" does is ever remotely intriguing to me, because it's not, but because it surprised me. And naturally, when there's nothing else to do, I let my imagination run away with me and I started to think of all the different flavors of Italian soda syrup we have, and why it was that he likes blackberry the most.
I mean, call me crazy, but it seems to me that blackberry is a very underrated flavor in the artificial flavoring industry. Right?
So why did he choose it instead of, say, ever popular strawberry?
I concluded it had to be a character trait, rather than a personal preference.
"Oh, that makes sense." I thought to myself, somehow instantly persuading myself that Ricky choosing blackberry syrup made more sense than if he had chosen peach.
And then, following this train of thought, I started to come up with different characters of guy for each flavor of Italian soda.
Blackberry, is something guys with a "devil may care" attitude (I.e, guys like Ricky) drink. Guys who think they're funny, and that everybody likes them so they say whatever they want, when really nobody likes them and their jokes are just grossly inappropriate and unfunny. Poor Ricky! Actually, not poor Ricky, I feel worse for blackberry syrup and the stereotype of it I just now printed in all of your brains.
Moving on, I started to wonder what kind of guys would choose raspberry. This one was hard to place, so I decided to come back to it.
Peach was obvious. A softie, a sweetheart, a bit of a pushover, the kind of guy who's too shy to tell you he thinks you look pretty, so instead he avoids eye contact and makes you think you have something unattractive hanging from your nose, or stuck in your teeth. The sickeningly cute kind of guy.
Next was orange. Whoever chooses orange has balls. They're not afraid of anything, and can sometimes come off as a bit of a rogue, but always unintentionally. They're sweet and strong at heart. (Listen to me, this is seriously what I was considering while I was supposed to be working.)
After orange came strawberry. Well, strawberry is attractive to the attractive. Strawberry, shall we say, is for the guys who know they're good looking, and are looking for someone just as good looking as they are. Strawberry is by far the most sexy, the most fun, the flirtiest and the stickiest. You have to be careful with strawberry drinkers, they can be fun but are very unpredictable. That's arguably why they're so fun.
Now we're on to vanilla. Boring. As. All. Hell.
No really interesting person chooses a vanilla Italian soda. These guys are lily-livered and spineless. You can walk all over them, and they're most untrustworthy and are probably huge liars, because they're too afraid to tell the truth. (Isn't it amazing how much you can judge someone just by the flavor of their Italian soda? Seriously. I think I deserve some credit for this ridiculous way to pass the time!)
Next is cherry. Cherry's not much better than vanilla. Cherry is the cheap guy who will actually ask if it's more expensive to add the cream to the soda, rather than just asking for cream because it's yummy and who cares if it's a whole 25 cents more? (it's not, by the way, but still. Priorities, people.) Eurgh. Cherry is the overachiever, the kiss-up, the guy who kind of makes you want to throw up, because nothing artificially cherry ever tastes remotely like anything BUT medicine. Who wants to spend their time with cough syrup? Cheap cough syrup, at that?
Back to raspberry, which, in my opinion, is sort of the standup guy. It's in the name. Raspberry. It sounds delicious, refreshing, sweet, healthy and inspiring. Mmm. Raspberry is the kind of guy who pulls out your chair for you, but doesn't balk if you want to pay for your share of dinner. The one who lets you be you, and admires you despite your quirks and your faults. He's smooth, but not James Bond smooth ('cause everybody knows an occasionally clumsy guy is the real cutie), he's super attractive, successful, but not too successful (arrogance is a sin! Look it up!!) and he's funny, but not strawberry, overly-flirtatious funny, it's a down-to-earth, sometimes cruddy jokes just to get you to smile kind of funny. Yeah, like that.
We also have sugar-free raspberry, which is sort of the same thing, only less exciting and funny and sweet all around.
Way more moody, and a little too hesitant. Kind of like Col. Brandon compared to Mr. Knightley. Both good, but one definitely better than the other.
There's tons more that our restaurant doesn't carry. For instance, I've heard some places carry Lime, and Mango along with ones like Caramel and Hazelnut.
But we only have a few, and I don't want to keep going for fear I'd never stop.
Altho I must throw in the fact that limes have BOUNDLESS energy, and talk a mile-a-minute, so come ready to discuss anything and everything if you're going to be around them. FYI.
So yeah, that was my worknight last night. Call me insane, but it was really fun, and I actually think I have something here. Now, don't go getting confused and try to apply these rules to girls, it doesn't work the same way. Well, strawberry is pretty much the same no matter what your gender, but the others are all different.
That's the important part!
Amongst other things, The Spice Girls are wonderful, my co-worker told me I looked beautiful last night (he's such a sweetheart!), I've been doing yoga every single day and my mind, body and soul are thanking me, The Social Network really does deserve every award it's gotten and if you haven't seen it you need to, and yeah.
Peace, love and happiness.
Go forth and set the world ablaze, peeps.
I'm off to sleepytime yoga and then, well, sleepytime.
My loves,
my doves,
my eggs.
Xx
"Y'all don't wanna hear me you just wanna dance. Hey ya." ;)
So, it's been awhile. I haven't exactly had anything incredibly pressing to blog about the past few weeks, and I couldn't really find 'nothing' to blurb endlessly about either, so I was sort of at a standstill for awhile.
But I'm back, and even though I really don't have anything to say this time either, I'm still ready to say something! Whooooooo!
Although last night at work I did think of something rather brilliant (If I do say so myself) to entertain myself with, and also to blog about. It was a really super dead night at the restaurant, and I was desperate. So let me share my little stroke of genius.
I was standing there at the counter, flipping my way through an old Wine and Food issue, and this is when it happened. Now I need to give you a little background here.
There's this guy at work, who I believe is the epitome of ultra-creepazoid. I don't want to give his name, because even though I blatantly do not like this guy, I like to maintain my classy, if you know what I mean.
So let's call him.... Ricky.
Now, Ricky works in the kitchen, kneading dough by hand. Well, apparently he needed a refill so he comes up to where I am to refuel. I notice, from my 'casually flipping my magazine' stance, that he doesn't just gas up his incredible energy on soda, like the rest of the normal sugar junkies in the kitchen. No, he's overdosing here, he's going for the big kahuna.
A blackberry Italian soda in the red Coca-Cola employee -only cup. Sippy straw included. Daredevil.
Now, this intrigued me.
Not because anything "Ricky" does is ever remotely intriguing to me, because it's not, but because it surprised me. And naturally, when there's nothing else to do, I let my imagination run away with me and I started to think of all the different flavors of Italian soda syrup we have, and why it was that he likes blackberry the most.
I mean, call me crazy, but it seems to me that blackberry is a very underrated flavor in the artificial flavoring industry. Right?
So why did he choose it instead of, say, ever popular strawberry?
I concluded it had to be a character trait, rather than a personal preference.
"Oh, that makes sense." I thought to myself, somehow instantly persuading myself that Ricky choosing blackberry syrup made more sense than if he had chosen peach.
And then, following this train of thought, I started to come up with different characters of guy for each flavor of Italian soda.
Blackberry, is something guys with a "devil may care" attitude (I.e, guys like Ricky) drink. Guys who think they're funny, and that everybody likes them so they say whatever they want, when really nobody likes them and their jokes are just grossly inappropriate and unfunny. Poor Ricky! Actually, not poor Ricky, I feel worse for blackberry syrup and the stereotype of it I just now printed in all of your brains.
Moving on, I started to wonder what kind of guys would choose raspberry. This one was hard to place, so I decided to come back to it.
Peach was obvious. A softie, a sweetheart, a bit of a pushover, the kind of guy who's too shy to tell you he thinks you look pretty, so instead he avoids eye contact and makes you think you have something unattractive hanging from your nose, or stuck in your teeth. The sickeningly cute kind of guy.
Next was orange. Whoever chooses orange has balls. They're not afraid of anything, and can sometimes come off as a bit of a rogue, but always unintentionally. They're sweet and strong at heart. (Listen to me, this is seriously what I was considering while I was supposed to be working.)
After orange came strawberry. Well, strawberry is attractive to the attractive. Strawberry, shall we say, is for the guys who know they're good looking, and are looking for someone just as good looking as they are. Strawberry is by far the most sexy, the most fun, the flirtiest and the stickiest. You have to be careful with strawberry drinkers, they can be fun but are very unpredictable. That's arguably why they're so fun.
Now we're on to vanilla. Boring. As. All. Hell.
No really interesting person chooses a vanilla Italian soda. These guys are lily-livered and spineless. You can walk all over them, and they're most untrustworthy and are probably huge liars, because they're too afraid to tell the truth. (Isn't it amazing how much you can judge someone just by the flavor of their Italian soda? Seriously. I think I deserve some credit for this ridiculous way to pass the time!)
Next is cherry. Cherry's not much better than vanilla. Cherry is the cheap guy who will actually ask if it's more expensive to add the cream to the soda, rather than just asking for cream because it's yummy and who cares if it's a whole 25 cents more? (it's not, by the way, but still. Priorities, people.) Eurgh. Cherry is the overachiever, the kiss-up, the guy who kind of makes you want to throw up, because nothing artificially cherry ever tastes remotely like anything BUT medicine. Who wants to spend their time with cough syrup? Cheap cough syrup, at that?
Back to raspberry, which, in my opinion, is sort of the standup guy. It's in the name. Raspberry. It sounds delicious, refreshing, sweet, healthy and inspiring. Mmm. Raspberry is the kind of guy who pulls out your chair for you, but doesn't balk if you want to pay for your share of dinner. The one who lets you be you, and admires you despite your quirks and your faults. He's smooth, but not James Bond smooth ('cause everybody knows an occasionally clumsy guy is the real cutie), he's super attractive, successful, but not too successful (arrogance is a sin! Look it up!!) and he's funny, but not strawberry, overly-flirtatious funny, it's a down-to-earth, sometimes cruddy jokes just to get you to smile kind of funny. Yeah, like that.
We also have sugar-free raspberry, which is sort of the same thing, only less exciting and funny and sweet all around.
Way more moody, and a little too hesitant. Kind of like Col. Brandon compared to Mr. Knightley. Both good, but one definitely better than the other.
There's tons more that our restaurant doesn't carry. For instance, I've heard some places carry Lime, and Mango along with ones like Caramel and Hazelnut.
But we only have a few, and I don't want to keep going for fear I'd never stop.
Altho I must throw in the fact that limes have BOUNDLESS energy, and talk a mile-a-minute, so come ready to discuss anything and everything if you're going to be around them. FYI.
So yeah, that was my worknight last night. Call me insane, but it was really fun, and I actually think I have something here. Now, don't go getting confused and try to apply these rules to girls, it doesn't work the same way. Well, strawberry is pretty much the same no matter what your gender, but the others are all different.
That's the important part!
Amongst other things, The Spice Girls are wonderful, my co-worker told me I looked beautiful last night (he's such a sweetheart!), I've been doing yoga every single day and my mind, body and soul are thanking me, The Social Network really does deserve every award it's gotten and if you haven't seen it you need to, and yeah.
Peace, love and happiness.
Go forth and set the world ablaze, peeps.
I'm off to sleepytime yoga and then, well, sleepytime.
My loves,
my doves,
my eggs.
Xx
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