Reality

I have realized the reason i get so obsessed with books is that I so desperately want to be like those people in the books. I want to be special. I want to be different; to have adventure in my life. I can deal with this. Its just hard to want something you can't have: magic.

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So my parents actually are getting divorced. I'm not all weepy and yelling and all that crap. I'm actually feeling fine. I don't know why. I feel as if nothing's changed. Yeah...

Hmph

I finished Breaking Dawn and I am slightly depressed. I just get so caught up in some stories that I find myself forgetting that immortality is not an option and that happiness like that just doesn't exist. I know that that sounds morbib but, I don't know...I guess it's true. I just feel like nothing in my life is really going to work out the way I want it to and I'm going to have to settle into things that I don't want. I am sure this shitty mood will pass. I am waiting.

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La femme fut créée
d'une côte de l'homme.
Pas de sa tête pour
être au-dessus de lui,
Ni de ses pieds
pour être piétiné,
Mais d'une de ces côtes
pour être son égal,
Sous son bras
pour être protégé,
Et près de son coeur
pour être aimé.

I found this on another blog and after doing a tish bit of translating to make sure that I agreed with most of it, I decided to post it. I still maintain that I am smarter than many men that I meet and that I do not need constant protection. But the idea is there. It means well. Here to save you the trouble I will translate.

The woman was created
Of the rib of a man.
Not of his head to
be above him,
Nor of his feet
to be trampled,
But of his ribs
To be his equal,
Under his arms
To be protected,
And near his heart,
To be loved.