You have to be someone.

I know it's been a million years since I've last posted, but I'm back. With no major news really. The weekend was insignificant and too short all at the same time. On saturday I went to see Titanic again and I thought it was pretty neat that I went on April 14th exactly one hundred years after Jack drew Rose :) Of course I cried my eyes out once again and was completely captured by the story. I know it by heart, every part, but I can always find something new to make me cry. This time I cried the most as they were showing her pictures on her bedside table near the end of the movie. I'd always noticed the picture of her riding the horse, but then this time it hit me. Right before Jack taught her how to spit they talked about riding horses 'like a man' and riding a roller coaster until they puked. In the picture she's riding like a man and there is an amusement park in the background. She went and did those things that they had talked about, I know she would have had to do them "alone", but he was with her at the same time. I know it's silly to put so much faith in a movie and even more faith in the love of a couple that never existed, but I do. My mom hates Titanic because it's so sad and because it was a real thing. But that's why I love it. It's so tragically beautiful. The ignorance of the people, discriminating against class even as death is mere hours away. Turning their lives away because they weren't first class. So many of those deaths were preventable, but pride and ignorance killed them. Only one lifeboat went back. Those lucky ones that were fortunate enough to get into a boat watched as their husbands, their friends, and children died. I almost think that fate is worse. To be haunted by the screams of those you knew as they freeze to death right in front of your eyes. As I watched this time, it amazed me that right before Rose came to tell her story to Brock, they said the Rose Dewitt Bukater had died at age seventeen. Because they had no record on her, when they asked her name, she said Rose Dawson. Her 'Fiancee' came looking for her at the end, but her never found her and the records would go on to pronounce her dead. I'm sure her mother believed her to be dead as well. Rose cut herself from those that had made her almost end her life, a wise decision in my belief. But how awful would her mother feel. Believing that her daughter died with a man from steerage. In a way she killed her own daughter, if you can see through my thinking process right there. Jack saved her though; in every way a person can be saved.
Anyways, enough about that (I could talk Titanic for days and never grow tired) On Sunday I went to the store to get a new book and I was surprised to find something else! There was a followup book to the sisterhood of the traveling pants! Ten years later edition! I was so happy to find that :) Those books were my junior high summoned up. I loved the books and I enjoyed the movies :) It was lovely to finally know everything that happened :) I read it all in one sitting because I was so excited :)
Today, I got the best compliment ever. Kylie got her eyelash extensions done for her bridals and I was saying how I would DIE if I didn't get some soon and the girl next to me turns to look at me, 'Don't you already have them?' :) What can I say? It was a good eyelash day ;)

And I promise I haven't forgotten about my photos of the day, so they're coming right up :) Goodnight :)