My Postmortem (True Blood Season 3)

Do Bad Things.

For those of you vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, and "simple" folk that watch True Blood, I can do nothing but assume that you've seen the first two episodes of the third season of True Blood. And if you're as hooked on the show as me (day one, season one) I'm sure you want to talk about it.

So let's talk about it.

WARNING: For those of you who don't watch True Blood and have been meaning to, or haven't caught up with the show thus far, you may want to stop reading. For this will get juicy and contain some spoilers that you will personally want to see for yourself.

First off:

Team Bill or Team Eric?

At heart, I know that I'm a Team Bill girl. He's everything that a woman could ever want. Sensitive, kind, sweet, thoughtful, and oh so tasty. However, part of me is quite Team Eric lusty. Especially when you see his six hour sex session with his dancer and swag filled sentence to Sookie on the porch in last week's episode where he tells her he will protect her and have primal sex with her. Alexander Skarsgard = heaven.

I'm starting to feel that at the end of this season, or maybe even throughout, there's going to be an epic war amongst Louisiana and Mississippi. Considering what's at stake, (no pun intended) things are definitely going to get bloody. It's True Blood.

As far as Jason goes, Jason's going to crack. Sookie can read minds, and even if he doesn't straight up say it, he's going to use that to his advantage to get some weight off of his conscience. What's going to happen to Jason or Andy? Well, Sookie will be first to find out. And you know she'll protect Jason at all costs. It's probably a bit too early in the season to quite see where all of that is going.

This coinciding of storylines is awesome, no doubt. I really appreciate getting to intimately know these characters outside of their interactions at Merlottes or with Sookie and Bill. However, with something pretty serious going on at the core, it seems like it's a little distracting from what's really going on. But again, maybe it's too early in the season, and as it all unfolds it will make sense.

I love the lust that has been building up in True Blood lately. The passion and the seat gripping ends that make you thirsty for Sundays. A show hasn't had me this on edge and excited to watch since Grey's Anatomy. (Yeah, yeah. Say I'm a sap or whatever. That show is visual crack.)

And now we're left with Sookie still searching for Bill, the corpse gone from Jessica and Bill's, and being on the verge of a Eric/werewolf showdown.

Dammit, it's only Wednesday.

So, the point is do bad things. Watch True Blood Sunday. I'm sure there will be a lot to talk about.

It Goes On

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It. Goes. On. - Robert Frost

I love you. But maybe it's time to let you go.

...Nope.

People change, nothing new here.
People, being the viruses they are, always mutate into something new. Immune to one thing and easily infected by something else.

I feel in the upcoming months I may lose you. For you will be immune to me and immersed in your new life.
Embarking on a new journey.
The two of you together.
With stories even Stephen King couldn't write.
Everyday a new story.

And I couldn't be happier.

But me...

I'm still here.

It's hard for me to imagine life without you.
Impossible, actually.

But maybe you'll come back someday.

I'll be here when you do.

Other parts of my life will thrive.
And flourish.
I will go on.

But me.
The true me.
Remains stationary.
Until, if ever, you decide to return.

I love you.

Lucky 13

Procrastination at it's finest...

Hello bloggers!
What to say... what to say... what to say...

Somehow, I have to pump out five essays within the next 48 hours.

Take your bets right now on if I can do it or not.

Sweet Tea Standing Water

Aim above morality. Be not simply good, be good for something. - Henry David Thoreau

So, it's my first time in Texas. But I will definitely say it isn't my last.
It's absolutely beautiful out here. I woke up this morning to the beautiful sound of bullfrogs the size of grapefruits, morning doves, and the tranquil shift in tides of the lake.

It's been quite an eventful couple of days. But it's really given me a chance to reflect on what is really important.

I'm finding that the end of May is not only the end of Spring, but truly the beginning of a new chapter for me. We'll definitely have to see what it brings and I'm taking everything with open arms. I hope anyone who takes time out of their day to read this blog will enjoy this ride with me, and maybe learn something about them too.

For a few months I have had these bizarre dreams about being pregnant and giving birth in odd places or circumstances. NOT that I'd want either of these things to be true for myself in the near future, but I decided to look into it and see if either of these ideas in a dream meant anything. And I came across these two things:

Pregnant:
To dream that you are pregnant, symbolizes an aspect of yourself or some aspect of your personal life that is growing and developing. You may not be ready to talk about it or act on it.This may also represent the birth of a new idea, direction, project or goal.


Birth:
To dream of giving birth or see someone else giving birth, suggests that you are giving birth to a new idea or project. It also represents new beginnings or some upcoming event. A more direct interpretation of this dream, may represent your desires/ anxieties of giving birth or the anticipation for such an event to occur.

Summer is coming. And change is coming with it. I feel like my dreams have been telling me that for a while.

For once in my life, I feel like I'm truly in motion as opposed to standing still. I have the best friends I could ever make in my entire life, the most wonderful and kind man who takes care of me and loves me for everything I am (and am not), the craziest dogs anyone could hope to have (As well as a cat who if she could talk would have more to say than anybody I know.), intense yet uplifting motivation in my goals, and just a weird sense of something. Something indescribable. But something is coming. And I feel in my bones it's going to be good. Do you agree? (Thanks, Gavin DeGraw.)

(2nd) Time's A Charm?

Okay, so maybe my little plan will work starting tomorrow, June 1st. We'll see.

Love Out Loud

So apparently, I fail.
Maybe I was a fool for thinking I could really do it everyday.

So we'll start this again... again...

This is what is on my mind today.

When you love, you want nothing more than to shout it out on the top of your lungs and let every creature, living or not, know that your heart is singing and why.

But do you have to?
Is that necessary?

Are you making it known to prove you're in love to the world?
Or to yourself?
Because the last time I checked love shouldn't have to be proven to anyone.

Why do we consistently remind ourselves we're in love?
Why do we consistently remind everyone else we're in love?

If we have to prove it, are we really?

Scarcity

Well so far, I'm a couple of days behind doing what I said I'd do.
So let's try this again.

=)

Things are scarce.
Sleep. Memories. Dreams.
Melodies. Images. Love.

Things have been scarce.
Last night I was horribly awakened by a nightmare I was having while I was awake.
And I haven't been able to speak since.

It felt as if everything I ever knew was wrong.
Everything look distorted and out of view.
Sort of like a German expressionistic photograph.

It seems as if words are the scarcest thing.

Words.Words.Words.

Fresh out of stock.