Saturday DO is a thing that Free People do each week. This week, it’s about writing and it’s really good. I don’t know how to reblog it or I would. The link above should take you to it.
Hello! Have you missed me? I’ve missed you.
So here’s the story. I’m away from home for a while and so I have no internet. “But that’s fine,” rational me says, “because I’ll have a computer just as soon as I get home.” Yeah.
As it turns out, my lovely laptop (or Lulu, as I call her) has picked up a bug in my absence. So now, I’m without a computer. “Don’t panic,” says my rational self, “you can use the computers at the library.”
My last post was written at the library. I discovered that library computers only provide 15 minutes of use to users. Believe me when I tell you that writing a post in 15 minutes is harder than it sounds. You have to throw grammar and spelling to the wind in order to have enough time to even partially develop a topic. Plus, you have to add in time for logging in and out.
I was telling my sister about this today, and she turns to me. “You’re an idiot, you know,” she says matter of factly, “a smart idiot, but an idiot nonetheless.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask. “Well, I have a netbook. You can borrow it if you really need it so badly.”
And that is the story of why I have been MIA.
I’m finally caught up in Doctor Who. (Well, I haven’t sen any of season 6, but because that season is still ongoing it doesn’t count.) My thoughts…with as few spoilers as possible:
- David Tennant was THE Doctor
- Matt Smith is not bad, though
- I love Amy
- I still wish the real Doctor was with Rose
- The Ood are my favorite aliens
- The Angels are not as scary the second time
- I only liked Donna right near the end
- How did Martha end up with Micky and what happened to her fiancee?
- I was hoping that Donna would end up with the guy from the library
- Wilf was awesome
- I liked the Master, but not the episodes he was in
- I’m not a fan of River Song
And that is the reason i haven’t been blogging! Bye!
In and out our breathe
Goes out, gently soft and true
Like butterfly wings it flies
Feeling it, I am aware
Of being alive now
Watched”R2-D2: Inside the Dome”. Checked tumblr. Started wading through my clothes in a effort to get rid of all the stuff I’ve outgrown. Went school supply shopping. Got sunglasses. Watched “Paris When It Sizzles”. Walked dog. Ate cupcakes.
Today has been a day.
Only BEDA could convince me to actually publish this post.
Now before I get going on this, I should preface: I have some spectacular friends! There are times I get depressed or discouraged. I have days where I truly feel alone in the world. But the truth is, I have friends by me the whole time. So, know my opinion on this subject is beyond biased.
According to Dictionary.com, friendship is synonymous with harmony, accord, understanding, and rapport. Calling someone your friend implies they’re someone you are intimate with and loyal to.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot, mostly because of Facebook. I have hundreds of “friends” on Facebook. But how many of them are people that I would call if something was wrong or would trust with a secret? Honestly, maybe 15 and even that might be stretching it.
Our world is one in which the word “friend” has replaced acquittance. If we’ve met a person more than once, have their number in our phone, or have contacted them online, we consider them a friend. And shoot me, but I don’t think that’s what friendship is.
My personal definition of a friend is a person that’s fun to be around, that you can’t relate to, and that “gets” you. You don’t have to behave proper. You can be yourself around them. They’ve got your back and you’ve got theirs. And somehow, in your own quirky way, being around them makes you better. You’re more “you” than you are around other people.
Does this mean that I believe that there is such a thing as a perfect friendship? Nope, and I’ll tell you why. Because there are no perfect people and that’s all a friendship is really. It’s two people. Or more 🙂
I want fairy tales to be real. I want danger and adventures that turn out well in the end. I want good to always triumph over evil. I want true love to exist. I want valor to be encouraged and cowardice frowned upon. I want happy endings. I want truth. I want sincerity.
I want to live in a world where people see evil for what it is and do their best to deal with it. I want tears to count for something. I want to know that when people pour themselves out, they won’t have their hearts trampled upon by a world that doesn’t understand. I want beauty. I want clarity.
I want something that can never exist.