The world's greatest author of the English language... and some random sappy stuff

So I just got finished watching the Romeo and Juliet movie with Leonardo DiCaprio. Of course now I'm all caught up in this romantic stuff. And it doesn't help that Leonardo is incredibly hot and - well, let's just admit it - sexy. But even beyond that, I can't help but marvel at such a good idea as that of Romeo and Juliet. Shakespear truly must be the greatest author of the English language. The more I read his works, the more I am in awe of his talent. It is a level of greatness I will never reach. Such poetry and honest truth behind those eloquent words we're not used to that people get so caught up on. Why do people complain about his lengthy descriptions and "big words"? Can't they see what it's saying? Shakespear speaks of human nature. Of something everyone can relate to. No matter what day and age it is, all humans are alike. He can put feelings into words so smoothly it's as if your very own heart wrote it (cheesy, maybe, but true).

Romeo and Juliet specifically gives me hope for love. At times, I honestly think I will never marry. I've accepted my destiny as an old maid, and I am setting my mind to be content with that. I think I gave up the hope of actually finding a man (now I know I'm only 15 but all girls dream and hope for their future husband... and I'm beginning to think it's all a trick). Every time I read a story or watch a movie about a great guy who is totally, irrevocably in love with a girl, I think "Wow, I want a guy like that". But then I remember, it's just a story. He doesn't exist. I feel like by reading all of these stories, I'm getting this expectation set in my mind that can never be reached. And what girl wants to settle?
And sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who takes love seriously. I want love. LOVE. I don't want some goofy crush. All of my friends who are dating say it's great and they tell me all these sweet things but I realize they are just floating on the surface of what love is. They don't want to get serious because we're too young for that. And it's true, we are. My desires for a significant other is matured way beyond my age. I want devotion. I want love. True, passionate, insane love that makes it seem like the only reason worth living is for that love. But then I question, does that even exist? And around and around my mind goes in this vicious circle...

Then there's God. I feel bad that I spend so much time thinking about satisfying this desire through a boy when God probably wants me to focus only on Him. Ughh... this is why I avoid the topic of boys and love and all of that crap. I'd rather fix my mind of being content with being single all my life. Then all of this just goes away. It seems easy enough. Maybe I'll join a convent. But I'm not Catholic... Oh well...

... if I become a nun, would I be missing out on possibly the greatest gift God has given to man?

I am too young to be concerned with such thoughts. I am only 15. I should be thinking about Barbies and dress-up and tea parties.

With peace and love,
Sarah

I sit in my room all dim and warm,
And think about the way we all transform.
I wonder at things that I'll never know,
Like how many snowflakes constitutes snow,
Why does my father talk at the TV?
How long will it take for us all to agree?
Why can't they see things like this never last?
Why can't they look back into their own past?
Why are we given a second chance?
How come boys never ask us to dance?
Why are we afraid to trust our own eyes?
Why do people feel safe behind a guise?
Why do we look down on those who want change?
Are we simply afraid of someplace strange?
Why am I so enamored with the stars?
Isn't it strange that we move around in cars?
Why do we underestimate our capabilities?
Why do we feel like life is a bunch of responsibilities?
Why is there gray where there should be black and white?
Why are we afraid to stand alone in the light?
So many things I ponder,
All the time my mind, it wanders.
In my head there's such a riot,
And you wonder why I'm quiet?

Finally

Ah ha! I can finally read Catching Fire (the second book in the Hunger Games trilogy)! This weekend will be glorious. I intend to spend the rest of this afternoon reading, like I've been doing for the past two and a half hours.

Reading > TV
Reading > Internet

With love and peace,
Sarah

Absolutely.

With love and peace,
Sarah

Very cool

This is one of the coolest things I've seen in a while... I will be using this very often...

Don't know what to read next?

With love and peace,
Sarah

Thoughts

So here's what I thought of the other day when I was talking about the Hunger Games.

I was talking about The Walking Dead and I said how entertaining it is. Entertaining. Do we find shooting zombies in the head and watching the blood splatter entertaining? Do we really? Do we find movies, in which people are shot down like animals, entertaining? Do we laugh at suicide jokes?
We read books like The Hunger Games and say... how barbaric. How could people sit and watch other people fight to death and treat it like it's nothing? Well what do we do? What is wrong with our society when all we ask for are mindless, gory movies? Why don't we ask for deep, thought-provoking movies? I feel like so many people these days live with tentative opinions, morals... they don't know where they stand on sensitive subjects. I think it's very important to know what you believe, not just religiously but in every way.

Do you believe in capital punishment?
Do you support the Occupy Wall Street protestors (and not just because it's what your parents are saying)?
Do you really think the government is going to pass a bill that initiates censorship?
Do you believe in censorship?

And you can form these opinions by thinking. You know things by discovering. You discover things by reading - in some form or another. If all of our books are light and fluffy and don't bother to bring forth things deeper than boy-meets-girl... how will we discover?

Maybe I'm just rambling on, being some stupid teenager who thinks they have it all figured out. That's probably it. But oh well... just thoughts... What are your thoughts?

With love and peace,
Sarah

New Obsession

It's official. I'm a bookworm. My life is empty and small without books. I love to read, I need to read. I am at the point of becoming an unsocial introvert due to my relentless love of reading. I'm beginning to wonder if it's unhealthy. Will I become pale and gaunt from being holed up in my room, reading? I can always read outside. Yes, there we go, a solution!

Speaking of reading, I just finished the Hunger Games which you probably know because I have already posted it on every other social network I have (Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, etc...). And as you probably already know, it was SO GOOD! It's a trilogy so of course I can't wait to read the next book but I can't... I read the Hunger Games on my mom's Nook. And since it's my mom's Nook and she is already in the middle of reading the second book, I can't steal it. I'll have to wait until Christmas when I get it as a gift (along with numerous other books). Ughhh... it really sucks because the ending is a real cliffhanger which I hate.

Speaking of cliffhangers, tonight is season finale of the Walking Dead. It's such a good show. A little disturbing, yes. But very good and entertaining. Hm... wow... that last sentence just opened a whole can of worms in my mind. Should I go into it? It will mean a lengthy, babbling post... No, maybe I'll save it for another time. (See? Those cliffhangers kill you, don't they?) ;)

I better go now. I wish you all the best! "And may the odds be ever in your favor!"

With love and peace,
Sarah