The O.C./Motivation/Love

~*~ First and foremost... I was writing the best blog I've written for quite some time, and then somehow I hit a button that made it all erase. Today is a horribly sad day~*~

Let's try this again.

Ok. So I love the O.C. I'm admitting it right here and now. It's lame. It's full of more drama than the drama found on Jerry Springer. Yet still I'm not drawn to it. While I've never witnessed more nonsense in my life, I am drawn to it. Know why? It's a little thing called love. See, in television shows, people WATCH to make sure the couples that are supposed to end up together, well, do. Summer and Seth? cute! I mean we watch through the breakups and the turmoil that they go through, but the pay off is at the end. That's how it is in Grey's Anatomy. Friends ended the show with Ross and Rachel OBVIOUSLY becoming an item. And Loreali finally ends up with Luke at the end of Gilmore Girls... are we seeing a trend yet? It's amazing and astounding to watch these relationships. Really, we all know that I love love. I love watching love. I love witnessing love. I love the kind of love that isn't outwardly shown but you can feel in the the energized electric shock that is sent out in the air when the said couple looks at one another. I love being around it and being smothered by it (most of the time anyway. ha)

Now this is where some people would turn this happy-go-lucky story into a sob story. Why can't life be like that? Where's my handsome future husband, why can't I have love like that? And then of course you could go into the story of how you thought you had found 'the one' but it turns out that 'the one' was 'the one' for somebody else... or so he says. But that's not really the point of the blog today. Well, at least not fully. I was just merely mentioning the fact that I'm being deeply pulled into this horirbly addicting television show even though I know it leaves upturned battlewounds of past loves that definitely didn't turn out like Summer and Seth. But also, my dear friend Seward was talking with a few of us on Justin's pontoon about love. About how God can lead you to the person you are supposed to be with, your quote unquote "soulmate". My friend Amanda felt that there can be more than one while Seward didn't feel teh same. Maybe in the earthly realm, but not on God's playing field. And then it made me wonder. Who was right? If we are all lead to 'the one' by God, how did we know it was from God? Hell, if my God instincts were right, I'd be married by now! So how do you know? I'm not looking for 'a one' right now, or even the 'one right now'. It's just an interesting question.

And of course this whole love expose is wrapped up with a dream from me. I don't really remember all of it, nor do I want to since it made me furious until I realized that it wasn't real. It took me a while. Basically we were at someone's house and Justin of course said something mean and hurtful, as a joke, directed toward me. It musta been pretty mean because I left the house even though it was a raging blizzard outside. Think of it as : Hurricane Katrina meets Minnesota in January. That bad. So anyway, they went out and looked for me but I was sneaky and stealth-like so it was impossible. I ended up running into him and he apologized. Now what does this dream mean? Well really nothing. I have random dreams all the time. But between this, and our boat convo, and yes, the O.C. I think I'm nuts. Apparently I've been listening to the wrong "God message" sent oh so many years ago. At any rate, I think a bonfire is in order. Where my girls at? ha.

Enough love stuff. Let's turn to my almost-but-not-quite-motivation story of the day. I've been slacking on the novel lately. For one, I had no money to print the thing when it was done, two, finishing the last section is harder than I thought, and three, my computer has pretty much gone to computer heaven. Oh my little Rory is hanging in the balance, but the plug needs to be pulled somewhat soon. Her life support arrived (a.ka. external harddrive) and I know time is near. lol. Sorry, had to run with it. But at any rate I THOUGHT I had saved my latest version of my novel on one of my 3 USB ports.... but apparently not. A little stressful considering I could have wiped my computer clean and lost it, but now I have to make sure it's just lost between all my many backups. It's a pity really. But Honestly I want to have this thing printed out by the end of the weekend. It's 10 pages. I can do this. I don't even work Saturday. So, fingers crossed, hold our breaths, praise be to God: Let's get some motivation in the house!!!

And I'm done.

Love,Amy