Saturday, March 26, 2011

No words.

I am so sick. No, really. Deathly ill. I really do think I might actually be dying. Slowly. While watching Merlin and trying not to drool every time I see Gwaine. (which is super difficult because he's super yummy.)
Anyway, this post really isn't supposed to be about Eoin Macken or Merlin or how excited I am that we're getting closer to meeting the knights of the round table. It's really supposed to be about how amazing my boyfriend is, but I don't think I can do that. Unfortunately, I've come to realize that the proper words don't exist in the English language in order to facilitate my gushing. Seriously. I'm at a loss. Sitting here writing sentence after sentence beginning with the words "I love" and ending with some amazing thing he does seems repetitive and completely and totally inadequate. Sometimes what you're feeling for someone transcends words.

All I have are feelings and looks and the ridiculously rowdy butterflies that seem to have permanently taken up residence in my chest. I know my skin tingles every time he touches it, and every time we go to an art museum and stare at the impressionist paintings or he listens as I ramble on about architecture and how much I hate rococo revival or he makes me dinner I want to cry because I'm not sure how I got to be this lucky. I know there is nothing more wonderful than being in his arms and I know that I turn into a puddle of mush when he smiles at me. I know these things, and I know how he feels about me, and I know how I feel about him. So, really, I guess I don't need to sit here and make a ridiculous list.

Back to Merlin I go.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Recap. (or what to do when one locates their cupcake.)

I'm going to start off this post by saying this is all a completely hypothetical situation. Naturally. This does not relate directly to my real life at all. Nope. Not a bit.

So there was Jell-o. Life was miserable and sad and no one wants to talk about it. It's a simple fact that one bad dessert has the propensity to bleed over into every other aspect of your life until you wake up one morning and realize you're sick of settling for something they only feed to dying people in hospitals.

Okay. Moving on.

Then there was an interim dessert that isn't even worth mentioning because you figured out rather quickly that while it was all yummy looking on the outside, it was actually made of Marzipan. Oh yes. Marzipan. Worst let down ever? I think so. Disgusting? Yes, that too.

Then there was the Pie/Cake dilemma. Oof. There are no words for this one. This is that moment when you realize you've been staring at the dessert case trying to make a decision for way too long and all of the free samples they gave you sucked. It's the first time in your life that you decide not to have any dessert at all because, well, ew. It's all super-gross.

Then you swear off desserts and tell everyone that it's such a good idea and that they should do it too because you've finally managed to piece together some self-respect and you feel amazing. Three cheers for no extra calories!

Then it happens. There's this cupcake and it magically appears out of nowhere and it's everything you've ever wanted. (I'm not making this up. Desserts do, in fact, magically appear sometimes. Granted, this is the first time it's ever happened to me.. wait.. I lost track of whether or not I'm speaking about real life or continuing with this thinly veiled metaphor... Never mind.) Anyway, this cupcake is perfect and sweet yet it also simultaneously makes you want to take your clothes off. (What? Desserts don't have that effect on you? Clearly there's something missing in your life.) And you're happy. No really, you are. You're disgustingly happy like a little girl who actually convinced someone to buy her a pony. And you giggle. A lot.

So what do you do now? Well, you try to carry on and not act like a complete lunatic all the time. You also find something else to talk about because there comes a time when even your best friend gets a little overwhelmed by your "THE ENTIRE WORLD IS MADE OF RAINBOWS NOW" philosophy... because it's overwhelming and, well, you're probably acting like a lunatic and wildly gesticulating.

So, in conclusion, life is good. You know, if this were a real scenario. And in that case it would still be about desserts. Not people. Nope.