the air in our lungs, or the complexity of our love.
I have been so busy and nearly incapable of stopping and reflecting, much less writing anything down. Last Friday was the third and final sleepover of my three weekend long escapade of Sleeping in Awkward and Often Uncomfortable Positions. Breanne's was her sweet sixteenth. We drove around in a limousine and went to different places for a scavenger hunt, mostly restaurants to pick up pre-ordered take-out. We sang loudly to Taylor Swift and attempted not to spill stuff. Morgan rolled down the windows and tried to get random guys' attentions. It was absolutely hilarious.
It was a funny thing, because while we were riding around I tried to take it all in. I mean, it's not often you ride around in a limousine. And I tried to think about what being a famous actress would be like. If your limo was filled with other celebrities who you could relate to and enjoy the company of, it would be marvellous, but the actual limo itself -- though wonderfully spacious and comfortable -- is kind of just a car. I don't know. I was hoping it would seem more magical or something (we needed Over the Rhine and not Taylor Swift, that is the problem). The most beautiful thing was being able to see outside. We were in the blimey suburbs though. The only logical place to drive around in in a limo is the city, or maybe more towards the coast. But the suburbs are dull. All the same, I really did enjoy it.
Also, our driver was amazing. His name was Richard and he had to be in his seventies, and when I thanked him for opening and closing the door, he simply said, "My pleasure!". He also had a rather nice hat. One of the girls asked him if he had ever driven around a celebrity, and he said yes, and his favorite was Dominic Purcell. I didn't recognize the name, but he went on to say he played Lincoln on Prison Break (!!! "The older brother?!"). Yes, I totally used to watch Prison Break. I think my mother and I watched the second season. Mr. Richard told me the show had just finished it's final season (which makes sense since I don't really see how much plot they were going to keep going with, but it was a good show). But yeah, he drove Dominic around because supposedly they filmed two episodes in our city. Anyway, that was.. pretty fantastic. Also, the new outside mall which I hadn't been to previously has a two-story Barnes & Noble. I was very tempted to go up to one of the employees and say, "Do you realise how absolutely blessed you are?!." :P
Anyway, it was good. We went back to her place and watched Fiddler on the Roof and afterwards I examined FiOs and deemed that it is not that awesome because they only have recent episodes and not the whole series. Yes, I do actually kind of want free media, though that is sort of impossible. So then we all went to sleep and woke up and watched Disney channel and talked about Eragon.
Sunday morning I was scheduled to help my parents with the 6 to 12's, but ended up working with the 3 to 5's. I am not sure if this was the best time to experiment with steampunk attire.
Last night I went to Laney's and watched Sound of Music with Charissa, Tinsley, and Whitney. We got side-tracked by Ms. Kit's gumbo and ended up not finishing the movie because we started talking about pretty much everything. They had just returned from Ireland, and Charissa from New Orleans, so there were many stories and descriptions of landmarks and music and people.
Blah. I still completely hate the way I write my blogs. Maybe eventually I'll post something of intellectual and spiritual substance and not the arbitrary schedule of going to people's houses and not being able to explain the magic of it well. I wish I really said things. I don't know. I'm so tired and sick of not understanding why the people who should be real are so fake. I hate opulence -- and yet I am so unwisely attracted to some opulent people at times. But I am so completely unimpressed sometimes. But I want that opulence of God. That room I have in my mind, the crimson red one with the gold and the elegant lampshade. The holiness that inhabits it. It isn't a wordly opulence. I don't want the world, at all. But I want everyone in it. I want to take them with me. That's all we get when we pass from this story to the next. But there's something so greater, something I can't get a hold of. I don't want anything, I just want the Lord truly, but also, you know, wisdom and a deeper sense of love for people. Am I only in love with filmmaking because I so desperately want to help those who do it in darkness? I think... I don't know. What am I supposed to want?