in recent news...

i decided tonight that i am, for real this time, going to write a memoir. it's been an idea in the works for some time, but i'm actually going to do it. honestly i have too much going on in my life that makes for good reading to pass up the opportunity. i can't decide whether or not to post some parts of it here or to just compile everything and then later on bind it. i have a lot of stuff written down already in a lot of different places so it won't be hard to compile things quickly once i edit and revise. i will keep you, my faithful blog reader, updated. though i know there are no faithful blog readers. it's fine. the memoir is for my benefit anyway. it will be good to have everything down on paper. and it will hurt some feelings. i display more strength and spine behind words than i do up front, personal, and face to face. i suppose i feel that words on paper will protect me in a way, but that's a silly thing to assume. just look at mark darcy at the end of bridget jones' diary. he read her diary and she said all these terrible things about him and he runs out...only to buy her a new diary of course, but the reader/viewer is led to believe darcy is appalled and heartbroken. i guess that won't happen. in my book i would be incredibly truthful. i won't pick anyone apart; i will simply reveal a musing of each character. i can't be arrested or hanged for my opinions surely?? no. definitely not. i don't think...

but so yeah. i've been watching a lot of old movies lately: casablanca, an american in paris, gigi, mrs. miniver, a farewell to arms, an affair to remember, etc. i think i would give my left leg to live in an era that is so black and white...no pun intended. i love how honest life was. i love how there were no games involved. if you loved someone, you showed it. it just seemed simple and beautiful. even though most of those movies have to do with war and dark times...the characters still make the most of life and they don't hide their emotions for the most part. also, there was no texting or emailing or blogging. there was just the right now and a few memories. it seems so much more cut and dry. sigh. if only...

here's looking at you kid.