Sales

The dictionary definition of a sale is: "An event for the rapid disposal of goods at reduced prices for a period, esp. at the end of a season." Everyone loves sales. It means you get what you normally would have gotten for a much higher price for a lower price. However, with sales you have to be careful. Sometimes sales are so that stores can get rid of stuff quickly because they have new stuff coming in; but sometimes sales are for things that other people don't want because they would rather wait for something better. (see where I'm getting at with this sales metaphor?) Let's apply this to the topic of love. Is it worth it to give up your heart to a "sale item" only because they are right there. You could, and be happy. I think. Do you want to give it to the safe guy? It's easy and it's convenient and it will never hurt. However can we as women be satisfied by that? Just... the sale item. When we could have the big ticket item, the one that costs you heart and soul, you have to save and work and save, and get rejected, and then have everything only to find out that its no longer for sale. But there is a chance... that you could have it someday. Would you wait? With the risk of ending up old and crazy and alone? But also the chance to end up happy, and completely satisfied with your purchase? Like the feeling you get when you buy a new handbag or a new pair of shoes or a new dress... and its the perfect size and shape and color and fits you insanely well; and you saved up for it and worked for it and now its yours, for you to wear and look fantastic in. I think that feeling is well worth waiting... and going without for a while. Because.. what if you buy that sale item, and then go to the next store and find something better? I've had that feeling before too. It's worse than the feeling of going without.

Priorities...

Everybody has them. If you want to get ahead in this world, you have to set priorities. Most people's priorities are corrupt, therefore people are hindering themselves from bettering themselves as people. I am one of those people. I will be the first to admit that I absolutely despise the subject of math. I have no idea why. I am not terrible at it, but it requires a certain level of thinking that my brain, which has turned to a lazy lump of mush, does not like to rise to. Now I am not justifying this or saying this is okay, but because I am not terribly dumb and essentially am just lazy, it offends me when tutors treat me like I am five years old. This unfortunately is one of my priorities. I have other reasons for not wanting to go to Math Support, mostly having to do with the fact that I just don't want to be bothered with the intense brain workout that my brain will most likely have to endure. However making my priorities my "feelings" as my mom so bluntly pointed out, is selfish, and I have to think about my future. I am absolutely positive my future involves college, and if I am going to college, I need to ace Pre- Calculus. I thought at first I could do this myself... but after looking at the summer assignment... I am convinced that I need some help.. and isn't that the first step to success anyway? Alcoholics and Cleptos and people with mental problems always have to start with admitting that they have a problem otherwise there is no way to fix it. So that is what I am doing.... I am looking at the horrendous amount of Algebra 2 and Trigonometry problems preparing me for my intimidatingly difficult Pre-Calculus class next year... and I admit....

I need help.

So today after my mom buys me an overpriced day planner from Barnes and Nobles I will tell her that Math Support, while overbearing and annoying, is what I need for success.

My priorities are in order.

P.S. Just to stay on the topic of love here... Priorities are a very important part of any relationship. When people's priorities are wrong or unbalanced in a relationship.... people get hurt. It happens all the time. For example, when I was dating my last boyfriend... my priority was to be in a loving committed relationship that would last. His priority was to get over his last girlfriend by fixing my insecurities and using me for physical companionship. See how our priorities were a bit unbalanced? That's why I was dumped and therefore hurt ...yet again.

That's all for now.

Romantic Comedies

What are romantic comedies to the female mind? You see, I can never decide. Romantic comedies can be anything, from the way I picture my future, to a fantastical dream not worth believing in, or even a way some people get to live only if they are really really good. In my opinion, like Rosie O'Donnell said in the romantic classic Sleepless In Seattle "[Women] don't want to be in love, [they] want to be in love in a movie." How true is this? I mean think about it, how often is it really, that people fall in love like in say, for example, Love Actually, or Notting Hill? Where Colin Firth learns to speak Portuguese so that he can communicate how much he loves you, or where Hugh Grant rings hundreds of doorbells just to find one girl. Let's face it, that is what we all want. We don't want the boring hum drum till death or divorce do us part marriages. Even the ones that are steadfast and strong, like my parents, for example. My parents love each other, but do they romance each other? have afternoon sex on the kitchen table? go on hot air balloon rides over the countryside? Absolutely... not. They wake up and deal with life. My mom as a grumpy schoolteacher, and my dad as a shy and disclosed bankruptcy attorney. Not exactly my idea of passionate, romantic, blissful, movie love. I'm sure this is just a phase that I will grow out of eventually. I mean someday I'll meet someone who goes to the same college as me... taking a boring major for a boring career choice who is universally handsome and has the same views as me... like Walter! In Sleepless In Seattle. I am Meg Ryan. I'm stuck in a rut just hoping for a magical sign to appear in front of me. I'm just hoping that someday when I am (hopefully) a happy-go-lucky, sweet, and dependable pre-school teacher; that somehow, a handsome exciting passionate wonderful man who just so happens to be my soul mate, will come and sweep me off my feet into a cloud of bliss and everlasting happiness. Because, let's face it. I want to be in love in a movie. 
Here's to hoping that it actually happens. 
Until then... one can only dream. :)