Perfect Numbers Like Perfect Men are Rare

Everyone is out and about searching for that special someone. That "perfect" person that seems to either complete them or change them for the better in some way.

I think my "perfect" significant other would have a:
-Body like: Ryan Reynolds did in Blade: Trinity
-Sense of humor like: Dane Cook did in Good Luck Chuck
-Class like: Antonio Banderas did in Original Sin
-Smile like: Jared Padalecki has in Supernatural
-Eyes like: Alexander Skarsgard does in TrueBlood
-Lips like: Johnathan Rhys Meyers has in The Tudors
-Height like: Ben Affleck did in Smoking Aces
-Voice like: Clive Owen did in Children of Men
-Skills and Smarts like: James Franco did in Tristan and Isolde

However, all of that seems like too high expectations to have. Especially since no one is perfect. It's impossible. Instead i would just settle for a living, breathing man. Similar to the one that's described in Katie MacAlister's A Girl's Guide to Vampires.

"He will send shivers of delight down my spine with a dark cloak of intrigue wrapped around him. He will captivate me, fascinate me, fold me into the air of mystery and adventure that surrounds him, making my blood sing with desire. He will need me, depend on me, trust me where he has trusted no other. He will light my darkest hours, and his love will shine as a beacon that will guide me through the most twisted paths..."

Or even from Sally's true love spell (Amas Veritas) in Practical Magic (1998)

"He will hear my call a mile away. He will whistle my favorite song. He can ride a pony backwards. He can flip pancakes in the air. He’ll be marvelously kind..."

It is February, the month of love...and my birth. A man with the qualities listed about would make a lovely birthday present :) I could care less about the fact that my birthday is after Valentine's day.

"We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly" - Sam Keen

Hoping That The New Year Brings Me the Ridiculously Unattainable Things That 2010 Did Not

This past year was filled with tons of fun, lies, knowledge, adventure, and many new faces. I got older (typical), cried many tears, learned new things, smiled plenty, and laughed loads. Most of my year felt like that movie starring Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Zooey Deschanel named (500) Days of Summer or maybe even a "summer romance" (just in the wrong season).

"Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons. But when all is said and done, they have one thing in common:
They are shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity. And in a flash, they're gone."
-Walt Whitman

I can only hope that this year will be just as good as the year prior to it if not better.


Christmas Presents:
Clothes
The Ugly Truth
Nightmare Before Christmas
Nintendo DS Lite
Boots
Tea
2 Supernatural Books
'Alice in Wonderland' Painting
Perfume
Jewelry
Blanket
Penguin Plushie

I'd rather not make New Year's 'resolutions', I'm just going to make goals for the year 2011. >.<
My Goals for 2011
Try to finish 3 of the things on my "Life Goals"
Keep up more with my religion (If you have to ask my religion ask me or you'll never know)
Learn more British slang and use it (just for kicks)

Are We Not Like Two Volumes of One Book?

We complemented each other in ways unimaginable.

You were just about everything I wanted, if not more.

The only thing you were missing was you wanting me when I wanted you.

Regardless of the things you said

From the light house to the park, the ferris wheel to your house.

It was weeks back to back with promises for the future.

Then all of a sudden it began to change.

I later found out why.

It made me wonder why is it that she had the ability to have you when I couldn't.

Maybe it was that bad boy that you warned me about

Shining through that kindness I always saw.

It can't be over, not yet

Not with promises unfulfilled, plans undone, and desires unmet.

I dream of your kisses, one day hopefully that aspect will become apart of reality again

Beauty is Skin Deep. A Tattoo Goes All the Way to the Bone

This is an essay I wrote for my English class. For those of you that don't know, the "For the Winchester boys" part is referring to Sam and Dean Winchester from the hit TV series Supernatural :)

Tattoos are permanent body modifications involving ink. I have wanted one for quite some time, and I’ve had the “right away” from my mother to get one for just about over two years. At first I wanted the Lira symbol, in honor of my nickname. Then I realized I might not have that nickname for as long I would have the tattoo. After awhile I finally decided what I wanted, and I knew exactly who should do the job. Enter my heterosexual life partner, Victoria.

I have been in Victoria’s room many times before. Either to type essays, watch movies, learn the guitar, or even just to hang out until my next class started. The chair was by her desk were her machine was perched all hooked up and ready to be used. Beside it lay sanitary products along with the stencil of my tattoo-to-be. I eagerly sat down in the chair and eyeballed the machine as I prepared myself by taking deep breaths and repeating a mantra in my head saying “it’s not going to hurt, it’s not going to hurt”. Even if it did, I figured getting off my mind off of it was the least I could do.

Victoria walked into the room. “Are you ready?” she asked. I looked at her and slowly nodded. She closed the door behind her and walked over to the desk and stood in front of me, her gloves already on. She gestured with her hands for me to change positions. I lifted my arm and she began cleansing my forearm with green soap. She dried my arm and began to rub deodorant onto it. “Now, where exactly are we placing this bad boy?” she asked me. I showed her, using my opposite hand, around the area where I wanted my tattoo to be. She picked up the stencil she drew and placed it on my wrist and then took it off within seconds. That reminded me of a temporary tattoo. If only the process was that easy.

She picked up the needle and stepped on the foot pedal to make sure it worked. BZZT!! I jumped a bit. She chuckled and then asked me again “Are you sure you want this?” I looked at her and then looked at the wannabe temporary tattoo on my left wrist. I clenched my fist and said “For the Winchester boys”. She laughed again then shot me a serious glance “Don’t move”.

The roar from the machine sent a jolt through my body but I forced myself to keep still. The needle hit my arm causing me to wince at the pain Although, I wanted to avoid picturing the needle I somehow ended up watching the whole thing. When she finished outlining she began coloring it in which surprisingly didn’t hurt as much. I figured that could be because my skin had already adjusted to the pain that came from the outline. When she finished I was ecstatic, not only because I finally had my first tattoo but also because I no longer felt like chopping my arm off.

She took a picture of the finished product so she could post it onto Facebook; like she did with all the others. She then left the room to get material to wrap the tattoo up in. I looked at my tattoo for one last time before she covered it up. She came back into the room holding saran wrap. I looked up from my tattoo and looked at her and said, “For the Winchester boys”. She smiled and then began to wrap my tattoo.

Did it happen that way? Not even close. But a girl can dream can’t she?