Saturday, March 29, 2008

Phases of love as I've come to understand them, so far.

Phase One: Atopy
An allergic hypersensitivity affecting parts of the body after coming into contact or being in close proximity with the allergen. Most often the stomach will churn and the throat will dry up. Additionally the brain will operate less efficiently causing stuttering and a general stupidity in conversation.

Phase Two: Aversion Therapy
A series of mildly uncomfortable encounters in which you'll either become immune to the allergen or proceed to Phase Three.

Phase Three: "Love".
In films, the moment "love" first presents itself occurs just before the plot tips into the denouement, or possibly the credit roll. Characters most often make this discovery as their plane begins to screech along the runway towards Paris, or as their bus careens out of control. In real life, peril usually does not play a part in this discovery, although it can often occur as quickly. "Love" is discovered on coffee cups when you see a potential lover's lipstick makes form a perfect heart over the rim. It's tangled in their hair as they attempt to cling to the last moments before morning. It's found simultaneously with discovery of the meaning to love songs you've always found cheesy and redundant.

Phase Four: Panic.

Phase Five: Breakfast.
Scrambled eggs and coffee. Possibly some kind of fruit.

It should be noted that I believe there is more to this, and I'm currently conducting the necessary research.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Probably Lame

Several hours of writing and re-writing thoughts could ensue if I'm not cautious with this introduction. I'll keep it brief and to the point.

A short list of some thing that make me happy:
Drinking hot chocolate under covers, cake, love songs, the works of Tom Robbins, Popsicles, Saturday morning cartoons, valentines, "Don't Sleep in the Subway" as sung by Petula Clark, adventures, silent films, "Le Petit Prince", root beer, ♥, anti-humour, Tawasi ties, snail mail, Easter egg hunts, orange soda floats, listening to the Beatles with my Gran, cereal in the afternoon, finger painting, photobooths, writing in the jokes to "Family Circus" comics, crushes, colouring books, tea, "Wouldn't it be Nice" by the Beach Boys, juice boxes, happily ever afters, bicycles.