The Holiday

Kate Winslet's character, Iris, has some great monologues in this film. For instance, the opening to the film is this:
"I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said 'Journeys end in lovers meeting.' What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said 'love is blind.' Now that is something I know to be true. For some, quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. It's called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual."
Near the end of the movie when Jack Black's character, Miles, has experienced heartbreak, she tells him,
"I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade."
Ah, so beautiful and melancholy.

Potty Humor Strikes Again

I received this in my email inbox and had a nice little laugh about it. Thank you, Bill Allred.

The Honeymoon's Over

so, I meant to post this several days ago. It's this weird thing that I feel after the first few initial weeks of liking a guy. Oh, he's just a normal person. But then I realize that he's still great and I'm more than anything angry at myself for ever HOPING that this could go somewhere. Or even letting myself hope. I guess that's where any relationship starts, though. The games are giving me a headache, and I think Emily pointed out nicely why--I fall fast and hard, so even when he's not there yet, I've already committed to him in my head, so every ensuing action is either seen as faithful or disloyal, even though he doesn't know. So the game is already over. I'm all yours.