Smile Like You've Got Nothing to Prove

As part of our holiday celebrations, we played SPUD in my aunt's front yard. For those of you unfamiliar with this game and unwilling to search Wikipedia, it involves running as fast and far as you can. And mine is a fiercely competitive (and merciless) family, so you haul ass. Point of the story: I was running, looking back over my shoulder and instead of turning into a pillar of salt, I turned back just in time to see the fire hydrant. I tried to hurtle it, but was already too close, clipped it with my foot and tumbled into the street, scrapping my palm, elbow and hip. My sister ran over, called a halt to the game and checked on me before nearly wetting her pants with laughter. It was sweet. The second time I ran into the exact same fire hydrant twenty minutes later, she said I was the dumbest person in the world and I deserved to get tagged. 

I rarely bruise, but my shin is already blue and my foot is suspiciously swollen and I laugh every time I think about it. I'd call this a successful Easter. 

Well, I saw Hunger Games with an old friend and loved it and then did other stuff. But that's not what drove me here. 

No, my friends. Today I downloaded every cover of "Someone Like You" I could find. Because I am completely crazy. My friend and I, every time we get in the car, the song comes on. I know--it's on a lot. But seriously, we'd get out of the car in the middle of the song, have dinner or whatever and get back in to find it once again playing. We drove across state lines, flipping radio stations and still. But this doesn't explain why I now have a playlist in iTunes dedicated completely to this song. So I'm burning said friend a CD and prettying it up and leaving it in her locker at work (we've recently and heartbreakingly sent to opposite shifts). Overdose Amy better appreciate it. 

But I've jumped on the bandwagon. Mostly because I'm trying to adjust to my new shift and therefore need to stay up later than my usual 9pm and don't have much to do. Anyway, here's how it works: comment on this post and then I'll give you some words to talk about. Then when people comment on your post, you give them words. And so on and so forth. And onto the words!

My words, from ws_scribe are: Food Network, David Duchovny, frogs, video games, apples, and sports.


( Here are my thoughts on these words. Earth-shattering, I know.  )
So. If you want some words of your own, just comment here! 

All four of you. You need to check out tikvarn because she is amazing. She's new to LJ but has been writing great multi-chapter RB fic for a while. Seriously. You will not regret it. 

Also, for those of you who haven't yet caught on, Wilson Bethel has a pining face to rival Ben Bass. Hart of Dixie is definitely helping to pass the time until summer.

I found tonight's New Girl especially fulfilling and quotable. Also, I finally realized that my sister is the CeeCee to my Jess. 

(I mentioned that to her and she says, "Do I wake up the neighbors to turn on the Christmas lights to make you happy? Because I would totally do that." I am SHOCKED and pleased she knows anything about it. But she would. She would also wear the ribbon hat and threaten anyone who made me cry. You know, I always wanted that kind of best friend, but I guess I got a Katie instead.)

Watching Wade Kinsella have FEELINGS about Zoe Hart gives me feelings, of the twisty stomach variety.

So I finally started watching Hart of Dixie and it's...stupid. BUT I LOVE IT. I'm only an episode in, and a middle episode at that, but I love the mayor and I love Wade, so much. And clearly, I am a girl who can past the ridiculous and get obsessed  with a show. Usually it's for shipping reasons, but currently I'm getting sucked in by an alligator named Burt Reynolds.

(Biggest complaint: the actresses are all sickly thin, especially Rachel Bilson. Like, it hurts me when you can see her arms.)

So, I've been thinking a lot about relationship and love and generally having a bunch of existential crises. And a while ago I was listening to people discuss age differences in relationships (actually sparked by Ben Bass and his wife) and I realized that it bothered me, deeply, and I couldn't figure out why. But it literally just hit me and, while probably 100% nuts, it makes complete sense to me. And I needed to write it out.

( My crazy thought process and the earth-shattering conclusions eventually reached )

Maybe it works for other people. But it is against my jury-rigged belief system, apparently.

(Also, I was telling my parents that I sat next to an older version of me on a plane recently. Before I could even explain myself, my mom goes, "How can there possibly an older version of YOU?" and my dad chimes in with, "Yeah, what was she? 90?!" Thanks, guys. Thanks.)

So crackers4jenn posted about the AgeAnalyzer and so of course I had to use it. This blog that you're reading right now was deemed to be written by 13-17 year old, which, I was about 19 when most of it was written, so, eh, fair enough. Then I did the blog I kept while studying abroad last year. Apparently that version of me is 65-100 years old. This seems about right. I am either a small child or an old lady. My 20's are totally wasted on me.

That Andy and Sam are meant to be together forever and ever. Here's an interview with Missy for S2 in the UK. They ask her (naturally) Sam or Luke? And she says:

"Luke is stable. He knows what he wants. He is consistent. He's kind.
He's a kind of a workaholic. He does care for Andy. I think it's a
safety thing.

"Andy feels safe with Luke, especially when I come
from a relationship where my father's an alcoholic and I've had to take
care of him. As a teenager Andy was trying to take care of her father
and her mother left, so it's a sense of home that Andy's desperate for.
That's what Andy sees in him.

"However, Sam (Ben Bass), he's
dangerous and I have more of a passion with him than with Luke and it's
scarier, but it makes you feel more alive. The truth is that Sam is
always there whenever Andy is in a [bad] situation - that's because they
work together, but it is exactly the same thing emotionally. Andy is
very grateful for that connection."

"Personally I'd have Sam. Only because it's pretty easy [and] simple to
connect with him and there's a communication that happens between Sam
and Andy which is unspoken and powerful."


Obviously, I know how S2 ends. But I'm still squeeing and finding myself hoping Sandy-ish things for S3. Because this woman already knows what's happened...