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Name: Samantha Birthday: 6/2/1987 Gender: Female
Interests: I dunno, life's a pretty large interest. Expertise: As if I would even be that arrogant. Occupation: Medical Industry: Medical
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4/17/2004
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| I rarely endorse anything this strongly, but I have just finished a movie that was absolutely bewitching. For anyone who has not seen the remake of Pride and Prejudice... get it! With the exception of Lord of the Rings, I can easily say I have never seen a better adaptation from a novel. With that aside, it is beautiful and perhaps the best movies I have ever seen. The entire film has such a fantastic tone to it. I feel as though the screen write, the cast, and the director truly understood Jane Austen's best known book and explored on screen some of the facets readers often do not appreciate, especially those unacquainted with literature from that time period. It is late, but I had to write this before the rush of such a wonderful film turns to sleepiness. This is definitely one I will be watching a time or two more before it is returned. | | |
| I'm posting. . . this is a big day. I have been, for the past couple of months, reading two sites in partcular in cognito so to say. This is pretty easy to do when its a weblog. I don't have to walk into a room and pick up a diary like you do to your sister when you're ten. I log on, I see if there is an update, I read, I log off. The definition of a weblog for the most part. So anyways, I'm writing this because something has finally got under my skin so badly that it deserves a few lines. I read comments about how "men are only interested in my body, " "I'm smart and brilliant and vibrant, why don't men see that?" "Why do men always want women who are prosaic and flat, all they do is worry them to death." These are a good summarization of what I read. I want to shine some light on this topic. I believe that the reason men aren't interested in you for more than your body is because you display it every chance you get. If your social life entails conversation in a drunken stupor, they're not going to see that shining intellect. If you have the audacity to write posts about how much men are interested in your body and not your mind, unless you are Heidi Klume, you are delusional. Yes, men may find your body pleasing and attractive, but the men you should be seeking should be looking for a whole lot more than that. The good men aren't looking for the quick lays at the parties, they are looking for the person they can share their lives, goals, and beliefs with. I have learned something valuable from my brush with these girls and my experience in high school as a "complicated girl." You are complicated mostly because you want to be for the sake of attention. If not, you are complicated because you have a grand inability to cut through the bull crap people are always going to feed to you. Either way, get over it.
Lastly, being one of those prosaic women, "tuna fish instead of cavier" as one person so poetically called women like me, I'd like to say thank you to all of those complicated girls. I may not be complicated and have a slew of men all over me and constantly having to work through relationships, but I have a man who loves me and we are working towards a future together where we can raise our kids in the sight of God. I may not be brilliant, but in my field I will work hard to be respected. I may not have a fantastic body, but its strong enough to play with my children at work and coach my girls. Overall, I may be the tuna fish, but what sustenance is cavier anyways? Everyone have a safe and blessed day. | | |
| Rejoice, the day of the Lord is near. We talked a lot about that
in church today. it was very ironic seeing as I had been thinking
about that onthe way to pick Josh up, and about how rejoicing isn't
what it should be. For the next couple of weeks if this can fix
my interest, I want to try something.... I want to try to laugh at all
of the stupid things we all do in a day. I believe that if we
confess our sins and ask God to free us from them, then we are free by
His grace. If this is the case, then we need to be able to laugh
at those sins, laugh at our stupidity, and laugh at how ignorant we
allow ourselves to be when we could be basking in His glory. So,
let's start with today. . .
If you are female, you know about these days, the days in which you
empty your closet in disgust and try on four hundred different
combinations of clothing, looking at yourself in the mirror like the
loathesome little troll you feel like at that moment. That was me
this moment. I could have been curing cancer, studying for the
three heavy finals I have this week, coming up with a new theory
brindging the gap between gamma decay and antimatter (which I now have
a fun idea on), cleaning my room, reading my Bible, painting me
toenails, or doing laundry, along with an infinite number of other
things. Instead I spent forty five minutes trying on everything I
owned to find something to wear. For what . . . the world may
never know. This set off a chain of unfortunate events
though. I was late picking up Josh, we were only slightly late
enough to church. The kind of late where you beat the priest in,
but are banished to the front row right in front of the nuns.
Frankly, this isn't too bad of a seat because I listen more closely and
enjoy the homily much more. It does require you to be on your
toes a bit more though with the priest not two yards from where you are
sitting. So, as this little tale goes on, I sit at home tonight
after church and work and kind of laugh at how funny the Lord is.
Because of my little scene of throwing clothes, stressing over nothing
and knowing it was nothing, the Lord sat me right up front in church
where everyone can see me. I suppose I got exactly what I
deserved A bit of silliness for your day and everlasting
proof that God is the funniest guy (well, not really a guy)
around. So ladies and gents, the moral of today's little anecdote
is this, keep your mind straight and on the right stuff, God doesn't
care what you look like, why are you so concerned about it?
Tomorrow's topic may be something a bit more meaty, so stay tuned, the
fun's just begun 
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| The fact that my little brother andhis friends are on here makes me
wonder if it isn't time to hang it up.... but for the moment I'm a bit
bored. The boyfriend wanted me to come over because his family is
here. There is a pack of guys in the den right now playing video
games. For anyone who knows me, you know how much I LOVE video
games. So I am going to sit here and try to work out my headache,
which is really really awful at the moment. so, RENT came out in
theaters today... that is one I am definitely going to see.
Friday I think i am going to take heidi to see Harry Potter. That
should be freaking cool! Everyone have a blessed and safe
Thanksgiving. Don't burn any turkeys.
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| What a downer, I was blessed enough to make it through my two tests
this week even though I had a weekend's worth of mental
breakdown. I come home tonight and have been throwing up for the
last hour and a half. I suppose I should be thankful that this
didn't happen last night or today during a test or in lab. I want
to live in a plastic bubble so I can't get people sick with my germs
because I have class that I need to be in tomorrow. Oh well,
everyone have a good night.
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