Today was relatively peppy enough, I suppose. I believe holidays can never have enough pep in them though, so that's a biased comment.
We just got back from seeing The Vow. "We" being Shannon, Lauren, Lauren, Laura (thanks to me), Sarah, Meredith, myself, and a large popcorn doused in butter. Meredith and I enjoyed the popcorn immensely, but we collectively feel ambiguously about the movie. Shannon was particularly moved, though. It was such a weird mix of happy and sad and unresolved but realistic. Whatever. I'm over it.
There have been numerous quotable moments lately.
I was talking to Meredith and Lauren after getting home from work on Saturday. The recurring quote of the conversation: "It started in an elevator, it could only get so good."
Two days ago Alaric and I got to discussing classic works of literature and their authors, initiated by the play Green Grow the Lilacs, which Andy and I had to have read by today (It's basically the work from whence Oklahoma came). I mentioned that Huck Finn is a fantastic book despite being written in nine Southern dialects. Since this was on Charles Dickens' would-be 200th birthday, Alaric said "Samuel Clemens is a bro, just not quite as much as Charles DickFIST was." Me: "Where does F. Scott Fitzgerald fit into this hierarchy?" Alaric: "He's ACE TIER."
Many (most) of you won't get it, but it was a fantastic line and reference. He actually successfully sautéed the entire world with those three words. Even if he did have to make a tally on his arm for using a contraction.
Today at lunch as Andy, Alaric, and I stalked past crushes:
Alaric: "Permission to call all your ex-crushes bitches?"
Today while seeing The Vow:
Meredith: "Sabrina, if you make love in a car, wear your seat belt."
Always looking out for me. I'm so lucky and loved <3
I've been in a poetry mood all day. I usually don't have the patience for it, but I do rather love e.e. cummings' work. I shall now treat you all to some of my favorite lines of his, in the spirit of celebrating life and love on Saint Valentine's Day:
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens her first rose
exists no miracle mightier than this:to feel
look up: and we’ll dance, i and you; high above anybody and fate and even Our whisper it Selves but don’t look down and tomorrow and yesterday and everything except love
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
