The freckles in our eyes are mirror images

In the spirit of Olde St. Valentine...here's a list of the Things I Love:

When a bird perches outside your window
Discovering a new word
Listening to beach waves
The stars, moon, and clouds
Making snow angels
Rolling in clothes from the dryer
Helping someone without them knowing
Finishing a good dream

Waking up a second before my alarm
Getting a hair cut
Putting on Chap Stick
Scarf and shoe shopping
Feelings a good movie leaves with you
Really bad movies
When my favorite song is on the radio
Dancing around my room to show tunes
Seeing a funny commercial
Staying in my PJs all day
Playing video games (questing)

Finishing the Sudoku
My backpack of nine years
Smelling books
Sparknotes
Having a fully charged phone
Prinking a long research paper
Vending machines
Remembering someone's name

"Camping" (my Mother's way)
Discovering your parents are people, motorcycle, helicopter flying people
Borrowing clothes from my sister
Making a baby smile
Collecting seashells
Tie-dyeing
Getting a postcard or snail mail letter
Bonfires
Saying Jinx
Hearing from an old friend

The first bite of a good meal
Smelling baked goods
Eating said baked goods
Cotton candy or fruit loop flavored ice cream
Milton's french toast
Going to IHOP late at night
Eating yard length licorice
Drinking Butterbeer
Red Velvet Cake

Fuzzy socks
When kids match
Disposable cameras
Glitter
Playing dress up
Reading notes from Patton Jr. Junior High
Gel Pens
Coloring
Fake eyelashes
New glasses
Looking at old photo albums
Blowing out candles

Starting an epic series
Harry Potter
Sealing letters with wax
Disney Princesses
Ancient castles
Being inpired to write
Weapons
Reading under the Christmas tree
Labyrinths and mad tea parties
Mermaids in Peter Pan
Finishing epic series

Sunscreen
Screaming for fun
Rollercoasters
Hitting a golf ball
Flying down on a snowboard
Free falling from 10,000 feet
Watching other people wipe out
Star Wars and Hello Kitty band aids

Shortcuts and secret hiding places
Walking home in the fog
Running in my neighborhood
Making it through airport security
Catching the bus
Getting a car wash
Making all the green lights
A full tank of gas
Finding something lost
Not getting lost
Coming home

So, don't keep me in the dark cause I'll find the light

It’s everywhere. I just saw The Mechanic and it was about a man who “fixes” things. He kills people. It made me want to be an assassin. I love Jason Statman, especially Ben Foster, and the movie was awesome! But I was so amused by not only the movie but, also the people who were watching it. There was a little old lady across the way and she was horrified at all the gore and guts. I vaguely remember her throwing her arms in front of her face to shield her from the horror from all the blood splashing, bone grinding, guns firing, cars exploding and the illusion of a teenager’s arm in a garbage disposal (sorry for the spoilers). Some lady behind me actually brought along her tweeny bopper son. She was definitely trying to save his virgin eyes from the animalistic sex, flash of ass, and boob shots. Another movie-goer-manly-man, gasped when Statman blasted a victim to a kersplat on the pavement below.

All the best TV shows have violence: Dexter, True Blood, The Walking Dead, hell even Looney Tunes has its casualties. The Disney movie, Up, has blood in it, too. Children shows all have undertones of death, cruelty, or at least monsters. I don’t know about you, but it would be really great if people accepted the fact that anything you watch will be at least a little bit gruesome.

And then there’s video games. Those were made to kill. There is the obvious: Street Fighter, Grand Thief Auto, Call of Duty. Even the kid friendly games, like Super Mario Brothers are full of killing. Mario and Luigi are supposed to be plumbers, but they are more exterminators than anything. Those mushroom things and the Koopas never stood a chance. And all for what, their loves Peach and Daisy (horrible names btw…)?

It’s all in the name of love. Without love there is no war. It’s always an uphill battle. I just keep on bleeding love because I love the way you lie. Cause Earl had to die; goodbye Earl. You mourn the death of your bloody valentine. When I see you cry, it makes me smile. I pity the fool who falls in love with you. A kiss with a fist is better than none. You wear designer shades just to hide your face. Face down in the dirt she said this doesn’t hurt. Love, I don’t get enough of it…everybody knows I’m a mother fucking monster. Who wrote the book of love?

I’ll tell you who…war. (and those are just a few random song lyrics.)

Somewhere the lines are blurring. Monsters have now become the heroes. So, when did monsters have to be so complex? Beowulf would be very upset. Now-a-days, we worship the Oz’s Wicked Witch of the West. She is no longer a pointy nose cackling witch, but Elphaba, the misunderstood villainess, who is not really the villain at all. We strive as a society to know more about the bad guys and the killers. That’s why everyone loves Dexter, the serial killer who we find ourselves leaning toward the sympathetic side for. Or what about (as much as I hate to use this example) Edward Cullen. So, when did protagonists fall in love with blood sucking vampires? Anyways, can’t a monster just be evil because it is.

I think it’s silly to restrain the violence. There will be blood, if people are mad about it, they should reflect upon themselves. The entertainment industry only reflects society and how we behave. Has anyone watched the news lately? It’s all about robberies, car accidents, abuse, and murder. Just goes to show that guts and gore is not only everywhere, but it’s unfortunately real.