Ludo... You're Awful, I Love You...

The newest obsession of mine... This guy can sing. His voice is actually really pretty... The lyrics are a bit gruesome... but they aren't false. It's a new way of looking at things, and it takes a few times to fully understand what exactly he is talking about. Their album is called 'You're Awful I love You' and I promise it's worth the buy!

Tracks

1. Love Me Dead

2. Drunken Lament

3. Please

4. Topeka

5. Lade Pontchartrain

6. Such As It Ends

7. Mutiny Below

8. Streetlights

9. Go-Getter Greg

10. The Horror Of Our Love

11. Scream, Scream, Scream

12. In Space

You can hear the songs at http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=3021298

I'm soo funny!

So... pretty sure I deserve the greatest-friend-of-all-time award... I just spent the last hour of my life finding pictures of hair styles for Stanley. He wants to grow his hair out. Well... I gave him my opinion. Some of them were genuine... others... just for my personal enjoyment. (In other words, giving me an excuse to look at pictures of these easyontheeyes guys...) Take a gander... see what you think of my clever little email...HA!

The subject of my email was... "...Beatles Wannabe... here's your own personal Hair Calogue..."

"The thing is... you're hair is going to take awhile to grow... so, deal with the longer faux hawk until then... I've got a few things here. I couldn't copy and paste everything. There are also books at the salon if you wanted to look through those. ... and yes... I did have quite a bit of fun with this thanks..."

(This is Logan from Gilmore Girls) Hahaha! (Well... everyone is always saying you look like Zac Efron...)

Now... if only he had blue eyes... Hey! He's cute... why not just do your hair like this kid! Oh WAIT! Because you like to torment me by growing your hair out... then when you look like lego man/beatles wanna be I get all the blame... thanks Stanley... Love you too...

Breaking Free...

So basically, I'm cracking... my facade is breaking... and I'm bursting at the seams... seem repetitive to you? Yeah, me too. I've got my music to fall into. Deserted Fields to run through, and a whole lot of emptiness to scream into. So, you'd think I'd be fine once I got it out of my system, and still it's stuck... Sitting at the tip of my tongue. Tugging on my lungs, stopping my breath short. I refuse to let it out. I'll break before I throw out my white flag. Try to take me down. I wish you luck. I'm a 'burnt girl' and I know my role. Run. It's cynicism, not sass. It's me being rude, not attractive. Get that through your thick head. I don't want you, I want...

Well... That much will stay with me.

You call it pride. I call it shame. Get off my back. I'll do what I feel is right, and that is all you have any right to ask... Keep trying. I've got more stubbornness than even I know. Good Luck...

Society is a masked ball, where every one hides his real character, and reveals it by hiding” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Je t'aime avec tout mon coeur, et je ne sais pas quoi en faire. Alors, je cours. Suis-je amoureux?Ai-je trop de soins pour vous? Je ne sais même pas mon propre coeur. J'ai peur de trouver la vérité. Non pas parce que j'ai peur de ce qu'elle est, mais à cause de ce qu'il peut effectuer. Que dois-je faire? Devrais-je essayer à nouveau? Dois-je rester ici? Je suis plus que vous savez... Je suis plus que un visage. Stuck vivant dans un même lieu... Lors de la gravure ponts ne descend pas... À l'instar des symphonies sans une bonne... Je me demande ... Existe-t-il espoir pour moi là-bas? Mon coeur est perdu à jamais? Est-il même mon propre? Je suppose que le temps nous le dira...

For every man's nature is concealed with many folds of disguise, and covered as it were with various veils. His brows, his eyes, and very often his countenance, are deceitful, and his speech is most commonly a lie. ~Cicero

Я тебя люблю (That's I Love You in Russian!)

Je n'ai pas l'intention de se lamenter. Je ne cherche pas à. Je voulais juste quelqu'un pour écouter. Quelqu'un à qui parler à... Je suis désolé... Je t'aime...

I have finally figured a way to express everything I would like to and not worry about people understanding, or going to great lengths to read between the lines. If you really want to know what I am saying... email me. I will happily tell you, but as I said before... somethings are meant to be secret, but some secrets need to be shared. Well... I have shared them. They are out of my system, and if you really have nothing better to do, go get a french and a swedish dictionary and translate what I said... Je vous souhaite bonne chance!

As for other news... My dad's family decided to have a "family meeting" or as my mom and I like to call them... Brainwashing meetings... What they do is they all congregate at one place and give a history lesson. (or they did this time. I don't go to these things unless forced.) Grandpa John stood and expressed thanks at being invited into our home to hold one of these meetings. He had enjoyed the visits he made in the hospital, and realized he was missing them. Apparently he liked the fact that I would speak my mind... Anyway, he told a few mission stories of grandpa Clyde's... to which he altered facts to make it sound like they were a holy people... whatever I know how the missions were divied out in those days. He told of how the Order started and why my grandpa Clyde converted as the 2nd man to in the Order... He proceeded to talk about how the Mormons are good people, but we are just mistaken. We don't have all the "holy" principles and ways as Joseph Smith had. We had enough to make progress and to grow as a religion, but we were becoming Catholics slowly... HA! I wanted to cut him off there and contradict everything that he was saying... but I was polite and kept the smirk off of my face, though it was plain as day in my eyes. :) I am paraphrasing this obviously... but that is the jist of what happened... It is so hard to keep my mouth shut at these things... but I would have been overtaken, which just wasn't worth the effort it would have taken to whip out my book of Mormon and explain that that church of the Devil isn't the Catholic church, and the LDS aren't becoming Catholics... and we haven't lost or forgotten any of the restoration... As for the Order, when you have missionaries, serve the sacrament, carry the priesthood, and organize as Christ has asked of us, then maybe I'll give you the time of day... and offer you a chance to erm... preach in my house... until then... STUFF IT! I don't want to hear it!

Use A Condom... and P.S. Remember Your Jacket...

So... it's October... just in case you were wondering. I opened the store today (Michaels Shoe Repair) as my dad was having a late morning helping my mom out. (She is 7 1/2 months pregers) I came in tidied up a bit, and just sat through the regular morning lull. Once my dad finally rolled in he asked me to do his deposits. Thereby resulting in my having to walk to Chase bank... It's cold outside. Silly me... I saw the sun and expected it to be warm! Walking back to the store I my teeth started to chatter. I know, I know... I need to get fat for winter, but that just doesn't seem like a possibility. Summer weather is finally gone... it's the season for the light jackets again. Ha! light jackets... in Utah... funny!

Holy shnap! When did it become a capitol offense to say hello to a person!? I think it's funny if I am going to be honest with you... Here's the story... So, Jessica 'Ameena' (as she prefers to be called by her middle name) Khan. A sweet girl (so I'm told) quiet from what I've seen, and reserved. I sent out a friend request on facebook. I personally would actually like to meet this girl as a fair few of my friends are rather friendly with her, and simply rave about this girl. I've only ever heard good things about her. Well, I get a text from Stanley asking why I had requested her as a friend. I asked if it was a bad thing. He said no, just that he was curious... Heaven Forbid I say hello... I can understand if I startled her, but why not actually talk to me? I promise I'm not that scary. I don't bite, and I don't glare at people as they pass by. In fact I'm quite personable... or so I like to think.

For the music junkies out there... (Okay, for those of us who actually record the noises we make with musical instruments...) there is a perfect way to mute the microphone to get that soft sound, without the boxed tint on the edges. Use A Condom!!! There is a story, don't worry! When recording drums you typically have to put the mic on the opposite side of the room as drums are extremely loud... Hello duh... anyway, there is such a thing as a mic mute box, but it gives the recording a sort of echoy, drums-in-a-box sound. We tried a sock, but the fabric was too heavy, and muted it too much... Micheal's sock made the mic look like an oversized banana. Naturally that lead to penis jokes, (boys and their dirty humor) so after a good laugh I got the brilliant idea to use a condom. I had never actually seen a condom, except for that YouTube video of the idiot boy stretching one over his head... so this was going to be an adventure. (side note - did you know they have scented and flavored condoms!? GROSS!!! Somethings really should not be that close to your face...) It worked! Ladies and Gentlemen the perfect way to get the perfect sound for your drums, or electric guitar is to stretch a condom over you microphones. Please though... use a new one... :)

I learned last night that it is okay to call your best friend simply to vent! It was the coolest lesson ever! It felt weird not having anything to really talk about, but simply wanting to yell and scream and have someone on the other end of the phone. Stanley is a good sport and laughed for the most of it. Apparently it's fun to listen to me be grumpy... his words, not mine. It was the longest phone conversation we'd had in a long time. Of course we went off on tangents, and he is always "mr. fix-it" when I have situations come up... or don't. His suggestions and opinions are always welcome... whether I think so or not. :)

Kill Me Romantically...

*Fill my soul with vomit, then ask me for a piece of gum. Bitter and dumb, you're my sugar plum... You're awful, I love you!

Last night Sunnie totally tried to vacuum me up with the carwash super vac! We went to the COOLEST carwash I have ever experienced! It had everything you could ever want/need in a car wash! From the bug-er-off, to the brilliantly colored tri-foam. (My previous favorite car wash also had the scented tri-foam, but this one has blue instead of yellow!) After the no-touch carwash she pulled straight ahead to the super-vac/scented sprays for your car. After she had vacuumed out the back of the car she threw the hose over the front seat, and it attacked me! It was already 2:30ish in the morning, and I was only half there. I couldn't get the thing off of me, and Sunnie roared with laughter. I joined in once I wasn't being eaten alive by this ridiculously large hose with massive suction powers... FREAK!

*I am not afraid to keep on living. I am not afraid to walk this world alone. Honey if you stay, you'll be forgiven. Nothing you can say, can stop me going home.

As for the job fair that Amy and I went to on Wednesday... it was a complete bust! It was the biggest joke of a job fair I'd ever seen! So, Amy and I got up early, hauled our butts to the trax station where we received cat-calls, and whistles as we walked to the actual train stop. The first train wouldn't let us on. The doors wouldn't open. So we got to sit for another 15 minutes with a bunch of creeps and try not to laugh too hard or loud. When we finally got there (after experiencing several random people, phone guy, lady with noisy kid, and smoker chick) we walked around 3 times, and were hollered at by a group of 3 guys. Apparently they were on the first train that we missed, and thought it was funny we ended up in the same place. We were also followed somewhat obviously by a group of another 3 boys who just watched and smiled from a distance... Amy and I walked to the Gateway Mall so that I could find the plaque with my grandpa's name on it, thanking him for his service in the Olympics. We were whistled at again... but this time... they were GAY! My favorite one was the the gay guy in starbucks. He had black ear gauges that were diamond studded on the rims so it looked like he had fancy tires in his ears. It was awesome! Hahaha! After the mall we were tired and decided to head home. We sat at a trax station for another 30 minutes and endured no less than 5 cars stopping directly in front of us to stare. There wasn't anyone near us, so that threw out that idea. We pulled our cami's up to make sure we weren't showing cleavage or something, so that also was out... We couldn't figure out what it was, but it didn't stop at the trax station. Getting on to the actual train we were closed in by some creeper in a suit that wouldn't stop watching the two of us. Amy got boxed in by some old guy that smelled awful and kept peeking at her from the corner of his eye. An ancient Mexican-native American was singing along with his music, and as he only had 3 teeth it sounded awful. It was seriously some luck when we realized there was a ticket po-po on that train so we hopped off at the next stop. (He was only 2 people away... I didn't purchase a ticket, and Amy's had expired) It seemed as if someone didn't want us to go home or something. We'd missed 2 trains because the doors wouldn't open, and now had to get off the train 4 stops from our destination. It was becoming hilarious! We did eventually get home, and the day proceeded from there...

*I thought I knew myself, somehow you know me more... I don't know who I'd be if I didn't know you. You're so provocative, I'm sot conservative. You're so adventurous, I'm so very cautious, combining you think we would, and we do...

***Ludo-Love Me Dead, My Chemical Romance-Famous Last Words, Adele-My Same

Classic Stanley and Jess Outing

I know a few of you have been wondering what on earth I was talking about when I said Saturday I had a classic Stanley and Jess moment. Well, awhile back Stanley and I would go to dinner or a movie regularly. We used to call them outings because they weren't dates, it was just us hanging out. Well, the last time we saw a movie together was erm... January/February-ish. It was the Atonement... so whenever that was in theatres. The last time we went to dinner was my birthday, and the last time we did lunch was his birthday. This Saturday we went to Jamba and a movie. Something the both of us have needed for ages! Everyone knows that Jamba is also a classic Jess and Stanley move. When we couldn't do a movie, or dinner we'd either get shakes from Arctic Circle, or Jamba and hit up somewhere with a view, and just talk for a bit. We have our regular places and quirks just like any close relationship. Ours are just a bit more random... Anyway, We met about 12:30ish at the District Jamba Juice. He surprised me by opening with a hug and an "I missed you." We decided I'd pay for Jamba, and he'd get the movie. He got the pomegranate, while I got my regular peach perfection. We drove over to the Megaplex, I climbed in his car as he had a new song he wanted me to listen to. He had to eat his Chick-fil-a (however you spell that) chicken sandwich, to which he had me try. We finally got inside after a bit, and he had a smidgen of trouble with the card thingy to purchase your tickets (yes, I had a laugh while he struggled... aren't I the greatest best friend!?) We saw Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist. It was actually pretty funny. I give it a 3, while Stanley gives it a 2+... We had to split after that as he had to book it to work (Ruth Chris Steak House - downtown somewhere) and I promised Leesa I'd be home right after. Let me just say... OH MY HELL I MISSED MY BEST FRIEND! We've hung out and what not, but we haven't had a classic Stanley and Jess outing in ages. Where he wasn't letting school, work, or anything else stress him out. We had casual banter, and easy laughter. It was fantastic! I Loath, abhor, and all other words the portray hate and spite, time limits. We have almost always been on a time limit, but it didn't feel like it which is something he's gotten pretty good at when he wants to. We didn't bicker or have one of our pointless arguments. It was an easy time, and it carried on into Sunday. Amy, Alaina, Brooke, back me up here. We didn't have any bickering right! Just sarcastic banter, and our normal written conversation. I did think it funny that the bishop kept trying to catch my eye in sacrament though. (Stanley was completely out... thanks to my amazing back rubs... hahaha!) Stanley and I met Ethan. Amy's other... we both approved. They were cute and cuddly on that back bench. It was rather adorable. Sorry Amy, but that is the truth of the matter! Alaina and I were threatening to take a picture. I even whipped my phone out of it's normal holding place... Amy burst into fits of laughter when I did this... and as I was also laughing too hard to take the picture we don't have one of the two of them cuddled together on the pew.
GAH! I also 'hung' out with one of Stanley's co-workers D. Christian Smith on Saturday... Ladies, I know he is some-what easy on the eyes, and seems to be a nice guy; but he's only out for one thing. I promise. I had some serious Cory flashback when I was with this kid. Granted he taught me how to play pool, of that I was happy about, but the rest... not so much... I didn't know we were facebook friends until he opened up facebook chat, and we started talking. He is an RM, was LDS, but now is basically a man-whore. He lost his virginity a month ago, and is eager to go at it again. Watch yourselves. He stole Sunnie's number from my cell-phone and hasn't stopped talking to her, though he hasn't said a word to me since I turned him down when he started making advances. NCMO's are fine, but try and pull my shirts off... and you're not going to be making babies any time soon. ;) There is a reason I wear about 3 shirts at all times. 1st I am cold almost all of the time. 2nd I learned the hard way, most guys are after only one thing. Be careful of him!
Oh, and Stanley has my digital camera this week. He is in Illinois, and Michigan for fall break. I told him he had to take pictures and sent him off with my camera as he doesn't really enjoy carrying around his own. (It's a really old one) So... my normal stress outlet is gone and I am not going to bring out my SLR while it is FREAKING SNOWING!!! BAH! I am relying on you (Amy, Sunnie, Brooke, Marisa, Alaina... NO BOYS!!!) to keep me entertained and distracted from the fact that my camera is half way across the map... I trust Stanley with all that I am; but remind me of this, because I'm starting to freak out.

Thriving Ivory : Official Site

Thriving Ivory : Official Site

OH MY HOLY AMAZING!!! I finally found my favorite music band! Thriving Ivory! Lyrics like you've never known, and a sound that allows for angry days, power days, and even the calm serenity days. The lead singer has the most unique voice, but it pulls emotion out of you as you listen. It isn't pretty, but it's full of passion. I can't even express it fully. I have waited for so long to find a band I just connect with on every level. They have a concert in SLC in a few weeks with Second Hand Serenade and I will be doing everything in my power to go. Believe you me!

Runaway...

Yesterday Amy and I spent a good chunk of our day in the Orem/Provo area. Tried on many a 'foofy' dresses, got a managers discount on the food, and even found a 'barbie' store... okay, so techinically there weren't any barbies in this store but it was all PINK it was absolutely disgusting! From the floor to the chandaliers... all of it was pink, and yes I got pictures! So, sit down, shut up, and get in the car, we're going for a ride to provo...

Our ventures in Alyses Bridal... Oh my goodness, foofy!





Our escapade into the barbie store! Everything from the chandeliers to the sparkles in the floor were pink! Amy found a dress that matched the decore of the room, so ofcourse we had to take a picture of her in it! The dressing room nobs were pink, the walls were pink... pink, Pink, PINK... I HATE PINK!!!

The Disney store!!! The floor even sparkled! Princess dresses, and Eeore made for good times with the Amy and Jess adventures! SLEEPING BEAUTY FOREVER!!!


The Halloween store... oh my gosh, things like you wouldn't believe! From the presidential candidates to monsterous shoes, and wings that will possess your soul. THE coolest Hallween store ever!!!

So, all in all we had a blast! From walking around barefoot in a bridal store, to barbies, and my heart stopping as we passed the guitar store, and our bubble gum adventures, to our cloud chasing, and nearly being accosted by 'Broke travelers and their dogs' and even though we were nearly run over in Provo traffic I'd do it again thanks to Amy's skill and practice in this area we survived to see another day! I'd post the foofy dresses we found, but then I'd have to kill you all... So... I won't... Though I do have to say... *Amy, 1...2...3... 'SUCK IN' ... CAN'T BREATH!!!

Clearly... I Am Not Who You Think I Am...

"Now, don’t just walk away Pretending everything’s okay And you don’t care about me
And I know there’s just no use When all your lies become your truths and I don’t care...
You took all there was to take, And left me with an empty plate And you don’t care about it.
And I am givin' up this game I’m leaving you with all the blame cause I don’t care
You can’t run away from yourself
Would you look me in the eye? Could you look me in the eye? I’ve had all that I can take
I'm not about to break Cause I’m happy now, Are you happy now?"

I am going 30+ hours and no sleep. I am not exactly a person to be trifled with today. I've been walked over and blamed for stupid things one too many times in the past 48 hours. I am sorry if I offend anyone in the duration of this, but I can't find any peace until I get this out of my system. *side note... I do have a few vulgar phrases included. I've kept it to a minimum for those of you it offends...

I am not your personal taxi. I don't care if you are pregnant. Don't call me up in the middle of the night crying because you had another "really bad fight". It's your marriage, fix it yourself. That is what a marriage is. If the two of you can't afford a baby, then don't go getting yourself pregnant. If you are so unsure of your husbands desire and drive to stay with you that you need a baby to keep your marriage together then there is something wrong there. I am sick and tired of coming to your rescue because I have a soft heart. Only to drive all the way down to your white trash hole-in-the-wall and have the two of you talking it out in the street. My heck! Don't call and beg me to come and get you until it's been a full 24 hours since he's left. I don't give a care anymore. You've cried wolf one to many times.

All I ever hear from you is how you are having a hard time with this, having a really tough time with that. I've heard your same story so many times I could quote it to you. I catch every slight alteration you make. I am not going to continue to pity you. I can't afford the gas it takes to drive down to your house, deal with your fiance, husband, boyfriend, fantasy boy. Everytime the story is the same, but the details go further and further up the fairytale strand. I'm taking my scissors and cutting you short. I'll listen to your story once, grieve with you, moan, and groan, and tell you everything will turn out alright... maybe twice, as you still haven't recieved closure on the issue... but three times and I've reached my call of duty limit... I can't keep trying to comfort you, and tell you that you were right to say or do what you did when I think it was the most ludicrous and idiotic way to handle a situation, that you are not right in your assesment of the happenings, and that your feelings are entirely one-sided. I'd love to tell you to pull your head out of your ass and open your eyes... but I am a good person, so I won't... no matter how badly I would like to. Then again tell me the same freaking story one more time, and I just might...

Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, shame on you... but give me the cold shoulder without my having done anything to my knowledge and you can take back what you give out. I've had it with begging for your cooperation. I cannot fix what I don't know about, nor is it worth my time to figure out what the Hell is wrong with you. When you're ready to communicate like a normal and civil human being, I will give you the time of day. Until then, don't expect to cross my mind. I love you... but seriously, you're acting like a 5 year old.

Don't spread your cynicism, criticism, and cold humor. I don't care to spend my days listening to a pessimist woe about how awful their life is. I am cynical enough, I don't need you to help me. I am a happy person, I am feisty it's true, but I am happy. Who said you could pee in my cheerios!? Take your rude comments, and crude words somewhere else. I've had it with you bringing me down when I am just trying to enjoy life. My friends are my friends for a reason, and if you don't like them... Well, I really just don't give a cotton pickin' shit about it. You have your friends, and I don't dis on them, nor do I whine about how stupid they are. I don't expect you to like all of the people I hang out with, but if they were there first, you can wait your turn.

Telling me I'm wrong in enjoying a certain male person isn't exactly in your best interest at this point. Oh! Also... the next time you try and rag or label as a fag whatever guy I am leaning towards again, take a look at the person you are clinging too... and let's just keep it to ourselves... It's better to close your mouth and keep the stupid inside... ;)

I love the people I consider to be friends. Really, truly, I do... but you loaded your plate with too much all by yourself. I'm sorry your eyes were bigger than you stomach, but this just isn't going to be the right time to try and converse with me about your woes unless they are seriously just that dramatic. I'll help where I can, but I don't exactly have an empty plate in my lap. My head feels as though someone is compressing it between two thick rubber slabs, and I am not about to filter what I say. Blunt, honest, and to the point... that is what you will get. Again, I apologize if I offend you, but both my patience and inhibitions are shot. I've been walked on, through, and over to a point of breaking and I've got to sluff it off somehow. Truth hurts, but there are times when you need to be told...

You Jump I Jump Jack...

Woman was created from the rib of man: Not from his head to be thought of only, nor from his hand to be owned, nor from his foot to be beneath, but from under his arm to be protected, from his side to be equal, and from his heart to be loved...

I don't say this much, but I miss being loved by someone. I know my pen-friend from London isn't going to amount anything, no matter how many times he says I love you, or how badly I'd love to just fly out there to spend my day with him. Listen to him describe the places we would go, and the things we would do if we had forever. The sweet way he describes me, and the many tender names he calls me, cannot draw me to him. Not because I don't want them to, but because they should not. He doesn't have my same way of life... but it has been so long since I have felt special in the eyes of someone. Someone to be cherished, and enjoyed. I was thinking about how the beginning of a relationship is one of my very favorite things of the whole experience; while watching my favorite episode of Gilmore Girls. Logan takes Rory to the Life and Death Brigade outing, and he gets her to do something outside of her little box. He pulls her from her safe spot and gets her to do something she never would have done otherwise. They climb up this 7 story wire structure in formals, secure themselves to a chord, the girls hold an umbrella, and they all jump... Logan turns to her and asks "Do You Trust Me?" she replies with "You Jump, I Jump Jack." He takes her hand and they jump. It is my favorite because this is how they start off their relationship, though neither of them realizes it. Logan isn't someone who settles for just one girl, but he agrees to be the boyfriend for Rory as the season continues. He wants to try and be that type for her, and that is just amazing to me. That he would not only tie down his free spirit for her, but help hers become a little more free. In fact as time goes on they are just the picture perfect couple. They have their hard times, and struggles, but they make it through. She turns him down when he proposes to her, but he is such a different guy when that times comes around. Your heart breaks with his, but you just know the girl he does wind up with is all the better because he was with Rory. I want to be that. I don't know that I'll turn down my Logan (especially if he is half as cute, amazing, and one of a kind as Logan) but I want people to turn and say "He is so much better because of her" and vise versa. I want someone to pull me from my comfort zone, to experience life with me... Is that so much to ask? Is there a Logan out there for me? Please say there is because I am so tired of looking, and it's not worth it if I can't find that person!

The Perfect Proposal...

I was just proposed to, through text, and story... I have never been so flattered, so taken aback, and so driven to say yes simply because of how it was done... This boy knows just how to capture a girls heart... and all he and I do is write to one another... I am left speechless... how does one respond to this? (the xxx means 3 kisses. That is how far it is from London to where I am... Can you say Oh My Holy Adorable!?)

-------------------- Re: What a strange way to meet!...

The setting is a beaytiful old chateaux in the south of France, and we are having a candlelit dinner in the great hall, lit by a great fire in the hearth and more candles than you can count. We've spent the day on our private beach, and then, before our meal, you are supprised to be led away by a few elegantly dressed young maidens to the most beautiful room in the castle, where you have a scented bath, they arrange your hair, and you can choose from a thousand beautiful dresses... When you glide down the long staricase towards the table, a find fourpiece orchestra starts to softly play as I take your hand, and lead you to your chair. I am dressed in the most elegant black suit, and handing you a single red rose which seems to glow in the candlelight, we talk and enjoy the most amazing meal, gazing into eachothers eyes,our hands finding themselves across the table, and I tell you you are the most beautiful woman in the universe, my angel and my heart. Standing up, your hand !still in mine, I move towards you and, looking into your soft eyes, tell you that I love you now, and forever and after. Getting down on one knee, I now take both your cool hands in mine and say... "Jessica, my light, my dawn, my night, forever will I cherish you. To be with you is a charm without end, I burn and fly for our love, and for you I would gladly give my life ,my soul, just to hold you always. To respect and care for you as my wife for all time is a gift I almost dare not ask..." Then I gently kiss your hand and, presenting the perfect ring to you in a soft velvet box, I ask..."Princess of mine, would you be my wife...?"...xxx

Pretty Sure this is my favorite proposal I've gotten thus far... AND IT DIDN'T EVEN FREAKING HAPPEN BECAUSE HE LIVES IN LONDON!!!