lyrics:the one that got away.

a/n: i do not own this song, credits go to katy perry!

reflection on how it's kinda like the movies.

was just listening to katy perry's not like the movies and just thinking.
the line, "it's a crazy idea that you were made perfectly for me, you'll see." it just struck me really hard.

some people seem to have it going for them in terms of relationships. you've all heard of the "fairytale" ending--boy meets girl in high school, they keep in touch all through college and end up marrying each other. cute, right? but... how often does it happen? it doesn't. my youth group counselor is a good example of the rare case--he found his wife his senior year in high school. my own father is kinduva good example as well--the first woman that he dated (my mother) was the person he married.

there are also just some people that i see around me that fit that enchanted life. i can't mention their names, but they've been together since the end of freshman year. i really admire that, and that's... what i want. of course, i have no idea when i'm going to meet Her, but that's really up to God. and a lot of the time, it's hard for me to focus on The Bigger Picture and i try to find someone in the given pool of people that i know at the moment--but really, that's not what i should be doing.

brownies, cookies, and muse:tgif

so.
i must say that this story has been my favorite so far. in a few words: they're ridiculous little kids, allowed to pass the harshest of judgments while suffering almost nothing. i think that was probably one of the points that drew me in to this story. it was the story of the stereotypical gang of girls. there were the leaders (arnetta and octavia), the reject (janice), the quiet one (daphne), the goodie-two-shoes (laurel, or snot). it was just so hilarious to read this story and just picture this group of small, rowdy girls thinking i'm gonna beat them up! and it just made me laugh a bunch.
favorite lines:

• "...looking all around them like tourists determined to be dazzled." ("dazzle" is just a hilarious word to me simply because stephmeyer has made it so.)
• "...and often these belts would become nature lessons in and of themselves. 'see... this one's made entirely from the feathers of baby pigeons.'" (great only because i thought she was trying to be hippie-like... but then realized that she wasn't. what kind of hippie would wear a belt made of baby pigeons?!)
• "...all we ever do with Nature is find some twigs and say something like, 'wow, this fell from a tree.'" (this just sounds so little kid! i love it! i can also just picture her saying this. i'm pretty sure i'd be that snarky.)
• "...and octavia would hotly whisper, 'mama,' in a way that meant: please don't talk about our problems in front of everyone please shut up." (why are they so snarky? why do i love them so much?!)
• "...but everyone except me hated the song so much that they sang it like a maudlin record..." (don't even know what a maudlin record is, but knowing how kids can sing unenthusiastically, this is just hilarious.)
• "'i'll brush my teeth two times if i don't have to sing 'the doughnut-'" (it just shows how much they don't want to sing it! oh little kids. you are so hilarious, snarky, and just overall hilarious. why can't you be like that in real life.)

and now a muse. :) inspired by last friday night (tgif) by katy perry. don't worry, it's not trashy. really.

muse:

it had been the wildest party in the history of wild parties. they had pulled up, loud and rowdy in front of a friend's house, ready for loud music, dancing, all sorts of teenage happenings. they weren't disappointed. some flailed their arms wildly, others danced like their lives depended on it. the world was them, and nothing but them. moving as a collective group, they had danced their hearts out into the early hours of the morning. then, they had run to the park just to relish the freedom of the open air, the softness of the grass beneath their feet, the silvery touch of the moonlight, the splash of water. and as the frenzy faded, they found themselves laying beneath the stars, watching as an occasional cloud would block out the beautiful mess of sparkling sugar sprinkled all across the heavens. it was friday, the end of the week, the end of another day, the start of the weekend, the start of something new. homework was a distant obstacle to be faced sunday night. it was friday, it was friends, it was. tgif.

muse:not like the movies

based off of katy perry's song, "not like the movies" from teenage dream. listen to it while you read if you'd like? for extra angst power, here we go!

muse:
that night had been amazing, beautiful, perfect, romantic, and all other sorts of adjectives with good connotations. she had never been expecting that dance--the dance with her crush, to her favorite song, relatively alone on the marble dance floor. their footsteps had echoed silently throughout the hall as the song had unfolded. he had been a bit awkward at first, just offering a hand and asking hesitantly, "can i have this dance?"

she had fallen so hard. for him.

she remembers her cheeks coloring, biting her lip nervously, raising her hand slowly with her mind racing to catch up with her body, speeding at zillions of miles an hour just to get to that moment: "yes." and in the world created by the feminine voice along with the chiming of piano chords and a rather chivalrous saxophone, they had danced. it felt like more than four minutes, of course. they had started off far apart, her feet moving slowly with trepidation following his even more unsure footsteps. gradually though, the heat radiating from his body drew her in like a magnet, and she took her hands from his and looped them around his neck, bringing both of them close. his strong arms had encircled her hips, and his head rested on hers. it was all the best moments she'd had so far all rolled into one instant--her first concert, her first birthday party, her first, her first, her first. her first. that's what this was. and it was worthy of a blue ribbon, gold medal, trophy cup, all the stars in the sky.

but that was then.

in the weeks afterwards, he didn't even acknowledge her presence. they passed in the hallways and eventually the pain of looking at him drove her to find different paths. she drowned herself in music, trying to recreate that moment with the perfect song, the perfect voice, the perfect blend of everything. and then he had walked out of her life. broken her heart. just one look, and she knew that it wouldn't be like the movies. she wouldn't walk into his arms, the world wouldn't stop spinning, and the camera wouldn't slowly pan up to the stars.

she had cried. for hours, for what seemed like unspeakable periods of time. people had come in and out of her life, offering support, offering to replace what she had lost. but she had just cried, drowning everyone else in the flood of her tears.somehow, though, she picked up her broken pieces and moved on. but he still had that piece of her heart, he had taken it, she had willingly parted with it, and the pang had never really gone away.

a year later found her staring at the photos of that wonderful night, trying to remember everything she had felt and put in on paper for him. because even though it's not like the movies, we can still try to make things work. i've heard third time's the charm... please, i love you, i love you, i love you.