Tuesday Haiku

Random Monday.

Can't we all just get along? Like these two. Who ever heard of a Chipmunk and a Wookie making peace? No one! Thats who! That would be like an elf and a dwarf being friends...yes, I know it happened in Lord of the rings, but Peter Jackson just had them do it for the movie. They totally hated eachother off set...wait, that wasn't real? Never mind.

Note To All Classroom Over-Talkers:

We don't care... I know it may seem crazy at first that we don't care about absolutely anything you have to say....especially when you have something to say pretty much alllllll the time. Yes, the teacher may seem interested, but guess what...she's faking it. Yup, she doesn't care and you know what, she is probably the most aware that every example you give doesn't have a THING to do with what we're talking about.

Yes, we all know that you like to hear yourself talk, but you know what? We don't. And maybe some of us want to share what we're thinking, not just listen to you run your mouth. And when you feel like you have to speak up at every single comment the teacher makes, not only does the teacher stop listening, and we stop listening... but you start sounding pretty stupid. For example (por ejemplo)....When we were talking about kairos, ethos, logos and pathos in 312, and you felt compelled to tell the story of the Native American at your construction site who didn't want to sign a contract because he was afraid the white man would take away his land.....I'm sorry....what was that all about?

But don't worry, you're not alone, classroom talker. There's one of you in every class. So go find eachother and start a club where everyone talks at once in a sound proof room, then the rest of us will lock you in and you can all talk forever and ever...and have little over-talking babies.

P.S. Thank you for staying out of all my 8am classes. I don't think I could handle such obnoxiousness so early in my day.

Love,

Brittany (The quiet one in the back, rolling her eyes every time your mouth opens)

Love...♥ ♥ ♥

WARNING: THIS IS A VERY SAPPY POST! TRUE ROMANTICS, READ ON...
I feel that Luke and I have something deep and beautiful. I don't know anyone who can love so deep as he does, nor do I feel that I have the ability to have love someone more deeply than I do him.I know this is mushy, but I feel its been much too long since I have publicly proclaimed my affection and gratefulness for Luke and all that he has done for me, and for the love I feel from my family and friends every single day.

Love is a privilege I feel so grateful to have. Love gives me the confidence to go out and do anything I want no matter how scared I might be. Love is my light in dark places, dark times and dark moods. Love makes me feel warm, it makes me feel truly special and it shows me that life is worth living.
I have been fortunate enough have felt a deep and sincere love throughout most of my life. It has been a rare day that I have not felt that warm feeling that comes from the affection of someone else. After almost one year of marriage, there has not been one day since then that I have not felt the most overpowering feeling of love, coming from my husband. And for this, I am extremely thankful.


On a lighter note: I also love ponies, ice cream and watching romantic comedies ♥

Note To Self: Movies Are NOT Real...

I have always had some trouble separating movies from reality. It's not that I don't know that space aliens don't exist and people can't actually do (most) of those stunts in real life....I just get so enthusiastic about movies! I'm also very easily sucked into things....not vaccuums, mind you, story lines. This all started very long ago. As a young equestrian, I watched many a horse movie. Whilst watching the movie International Velvet, I thought to myself, 'I'm going to go the Olympics on a horse that I bought as a baby and somehow trained myself as a young child in England!'....I'm still waitin' on that dream.

Then came the summer of my sophmore year in high school. My brother and I went and saw Pirates of the Carribean, and I swear, for about three months, I wore think eyeliner and a pirate studded belt EVERYDAY, because, yes, I wanted to be a pirate.

(Another Note To Self: Stop telling people embarrassing stories about yourself....Duly noted)

Last night Luke and I went and saw the new Star Trek movie and it was AWESOME. Not being a trekkie myself, I LOVED it...Luke being a moderate to intermediate Trekkie also loved it, and therefore it was a good movie for the whole family (yes, we wore Spok ears)...and yet today I can't stop thinking about how freaking cool it would be to meet Spok. Now, I wouldn't shy at the chance of meeting Zachary Quinto...he's dreamy AND really great in the movie...but meeting Zach AS Spok would be so cool. But guess what guys? Spok doesn't exist. Leonard Nimoy does and he wrote a book call I am Spock, but that doesn't really make it true. He also made a terrible song about Hobbits, so what credence does that give him? Not alot. Especially since I believe he was wearing the ears in the music video about Hobbits....And now that I think about it, so were his go-go dancers... Point made.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XC73PHdQX04

But you know what? I'm ok with this movie-reality confusion. It shows that I'm totally into every movie I watch. That's fine. Don't judge...you guys know the rest. I don't know though, after watching X-Men-Wolverine Origins-I-Have-The-Most-Predictable-Cliche-Title-In-The-History-Of-All-Cinema, I'm still kind of waiting for my superhero powers to evolve.