When Doves Cry

So I'm stressed out, but I feel like I should take the time to amuse myself by sharing these tidbits with you [:

First off, if you would like to see a film saturated with decadent colors and cultures, I suggest you go rent The Fall. It's lovely, and if you're as emotionally engaging as I am-which I doubt cause I'm probably the biggest crybaby ever, be prepared to cry, cry, cry, oh, yeah, and cry some more.
While on the subject of movies, let's hop on the train over to Pretty in Pink. I was thinking the other day that Steff-if you haven't seen this movie, a plague on your house! jk, but seriously, actually wants Andy for himself and when Blane tells Steff that Andy "thinks [he's] shit"-'shit' here being negative, not like "you're the shit man!." This shows me that he cares enough about her to care what she thinks of him and tries to separate Andy and Blane thinking that if he can't have her, then no one can.
I guess the entertainment kick will come to an end with my thoughts on Jon and Kate Plus 8 and how it is now continuing on as Kate Plus 8. My thought:WTF??!! I'm so torn up about it cause I had been watching it religiously up until the postponing of the newest season. OMG! And now Kate is saying that Jon funneled $230,000 out of the $231,000 they had in savings from the show!!! I'm not gonna pick sides, I think neither of them is at fault-they are simply victims of circumstance and it's just the way it is. I'm not sure if I'll continue to watch the newly retitled show though...not just yet.

On to more deep matters. I've decided I want a tattoo of a Shakespeare quote in fancy script writing. I don't know where yet, but I know which quote I want:
"Doubt the stars are fire,
doubt the sun doth move,
doubt truth to be a liar,
but never doubt thy love."
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Also, I've found that as much as I love to love, Fate seems to be gaining some twisted pleasure out of my distress. She's pulling the already frayed fibers of the sweater that is my life like a kitten tugging at the loose end of a ball of yarn. There's nothing you can do about it though, I guess.
I think sometimes that I wish things were simpler, like when I was under the age of 10 and thought of boys as snotty creatures infested with cooties, like when Hannah Coffey and I had matching Chinese bead bracelets that symbolized our eternal friendship, like when I didn't know what perverse things were. But, then again, those times of ignorant bliss were just that...ignorant. I'd be missing out on loving a boy, growing in a circle of friends, knowing what things could get me into trouble. I'd be ignorant. I'd be stagnant. I'd be useless. So, it all comes down to not regretting anything. Rolling with the punches, but maintaining my ground. Growing as an individual, as a part of society, as a tiny part of the world. Me.