I have always loved the children’s movie “Beauty and the Beast.” I have always found myself to be a lot like Belle, and friends have told me that I resemble her a lot. So, when the new TV show “Beauty and the Beast” on the CW network appear on my radar, I was thrilled. I even went as far to buy all the episodes so I could watch them without delay. Needless to say, I love the new show. People are complaining that they veered to far away from the original, but that is what I love about it. Why would you want to remake something exactly like the original? To me, that is the turn on for the show. It is a new show, but an old theme. The show is about a cop in NYC named Cat Chandler who was saved by a “beast” 10 years prior to where the show is now. She always knew there was someone or something protecting her but she never knew who or what. Until she finally came face to face with him. His name is Vincent Keller and he was part of an experimental group in the army that went wrong. One of the main differences is that Vincent is not always a “beast.” He only turns into one when he is angry. I found this turn on it fascinating because it really happens to all of us, doesn’t it?
I was watching television with my sister the other day and we caught part of a movie called Bride Wars. As I was watching it I heard a quote that really made me think. The quote is as follows:
“It was quite a wedding and as I stood there watching I realized something I’d forgotten a long time ago. Sometimes in life there really are bonds formed that can never be broken. Sometimes you really can find that one person who will stand by you no matter what. Maybe you will find it in a spouse and celebrate it with your dream wedding. But there’s also the chance that the one person you can count on for a lifetime, the one person who knows you sometimes better than you know yourself is the same person who’s been standing beside you all along. “
The quote was talking about two best friends. I found this to be so powerful and true, sometimes people are down on themselves because they do not a significant other, which is silly because everyone forms bonds differently at different times. Maybe at the time one of your friends has a marriage, you will become close with a family member, or even a best friend. No matter what the bond is, they are important. Nobody lives in this life alone. No matter how hard things get.
When looking for blogs that had the same theme as mine, I found one I really enjoyed. I is called 52 Love Stories. I could not be happier with finding this blog. The writer of the blog is a single woman who has had every wrong relationship. She says “If you’d asked me five years ago if I thought I knew what love was, I would’ve gotten defensive.” She says this because, to this day, she has never known love. Not that she has not been loved, she simply did not believe in love. I find that there is a lot of people out there like this nowadays. How can you feel something you don’t believe in? If you don’t believe in love, you will push away anything even remotely close to it. So, Stefanie (the author) after one day of waking up and seeing so many couples old and new holding hands and being noticeably in love, came up with a resolution. If she didn’t believe in love, she would teach herself how to believe. This is the base of her blog. She is going to spend 52 weeks of the year exploring different, real life couples. This idea just blew me away. What a great idea. Who would know more about true love then the people who actually have it? She has interviewed 14 different couples so far. I have read a few so far and they all seemed to have one thing is common that they believed, that relationships take work. You are not always going to be so infatuated with the person that you cannot get enough of them. It is going to be hard. Some days you might not feel that love and might want to quit. But you just have to step back and remember why you wanted to be with that person in the first place. As Katie (one of the wives being interviewed) says, “I have learned that feelings cannot always be trusted.” I think that cannot be anymore truthful. I loved this blog and I think everyone should read it, especially people who are in a relationship or have lost their believe in love. Here is that link to the blog if you’d like to look into it further —-> http://52lovestories.com/
So, my sister started watching the bachelor this season. I am in the room most of the times she is watching it and let me just say it is quite hilarious. All 20 or so of these girls actually think they are going to spend the rest of their lives with this guy who is smooching all of them. I know a lot of them are probably just there for free press for themselves, but others make you wonder. Some of them, I believe, actually think they are going to come on this TV SHOW and find their soul mate. I was extremely fascinating last week because this girl was actually fighting with the other girls and balling her eyes out over a guy that is probably not going to end up with ANY of them. These girls are telling the bachelor that they “love” him after 2 or 3 tiny dates with him. To me, that is just crazy. I don’t know if it is just me, but if I really did like the guy, I would not be okay with him making out with 3 million other women. And this week 4 of the remaining contenders took the guy home to their family’s. I personally feel as if that is just asking for trouble. Of course the whole family is probably not okay with her being on the show and “dating” the bachelor, if dating is the right word. Another things is, this bachelor says he I so open to all different kinds of girls yet he only has thin, mostly white women. Hmm. Coincidence? I think not. If you are really that desperate to find a man, go online or go on blind dates, anything but having your personal life broadcasted on television.
I lost someone today. I feel lost. But then I look at my left hand middle finger at my tattoo. This is exactly the reason I got my tattoo. It is for the days that I feel alone, lost or hopeless. I look down at the little heart on my finger, so simple. It makes me feel better. I got my heart this year when I was with my best friend who was visiting from Tennessee. I had been thinking of what to get, as a tattoo. But then it came to me. I am always using my hands and always catch a glance at them. And the heart just seemed fitting to remind me every time I look at my hand that I am loved. I am never alone. I am blessed. I have so much to be grateful for and to look forward to. So, even though I lost someone I cared a lot about today. I know everything will be okay and that he is looking down on me. I will make him proud.
My name is Haley, which is probably quite obvious at this point. When my teacher told me to make a blog, I was very concerned. Sure, I have a lot to say, but how much do I have to say about one topic? I thought about a lot of topics: Movies, Music, Books? But then I realized something, in all of the topics I was considering, there was a common theme in what I would talk about…Love. Love to me is the basis in life and for me, being a hopeless romantic, that’s what I would have talked about in all of those topics anyways. The romantics movies, the love songs, the romance novels. So, it just seemed to make sense. When I say I am a hopeless romantic, I don’t mean I sit around and wait for the “perfect” guy to come and sweep me off my feet and fly me up in a hot air balloon and propose by giving me the speech of a lifetime and a million dollar ring and we live happily ever after. Of course ever girl has thought about that, but that’s not what I mean. I simply mean that the mere thought of love intrigues me. I like the thought that with everything going on in the world with wars, random killings, hostage situations, and hate, you can still see love in the world if you let yourself. I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s true. Also, being a hopeless romantic means that I like to hear the music that is generated by it, and watch the movies and books inspired by it. Sure, a lot of people will find all this lame and cliché, but it’s my blog so oh well.