“R”

If you want to play, let me know, and I will give you a letter. Write five words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation of what the word means to you and why, and then pass out letters to those who want to play along.

I got my letter from Blue 2

Raven (Pegasus): Raven is my alter ego of sorts…She is the personification of some of the things that are me…and the extention into the things that I wish were me. She’s not afraid to take chances, and go after what she wants…And I wish I could manage the same courage. I know with all of myself that I’ve poured into her, that somehow those other traits have to be present in me somewhere…I just don’t know how to go about finding them, and bringing them to the surface. On her profile I list that ‘She’s got skills’ and list, seamstress, dancer, and prank puller…Well you’ve all seen the signs of the seamstress in me…And I have managed to teach myself to bellydance, and do a bit of hula…but I have’t the courage to do it in front of anyone (like Raven did at the first Yule ball I wrote)…I wish I could…*sigh*. And prank puller…Gods…I wish I had what it took. (I sat and watched someone in action tonight, just goofing off, and wished I was more like Raven in such aspect.) Sooo…to sum up this part…Raven is me, and I am Raven, though there are some diffrenting factors, but those are mainly because I don’t seem to have the nerve to put such into action.

Red: Red is my favorite color. It’s been my favorite color for…*thinks* many, many, many, many years. *laughs* Prior to red it was blue…but one day, a little kitten came into my life. She was a birthday present from my mum. A little dark colored tiger kitten…I named her Cindy…never quite sure where the name came from…it was just sort of there…didn’t take much thought at all…But Cindy came with a ribbon tied around her neck…a little red ribbon. I declared that from that day on red would be my favorite color. Cindy wasn’t long for the world…there was an accident, and she was gone…I knew then, that I’d never change my favorite color again. Red means love, and passion, and fire…It’s a color of excitment, of life, of blood…It’s…all kinds of things…And I’m pretty sure I lost whatever point I was suppose to be trying to make. Still…Red is gooooood. *laughs*

Relationship/Romance: (I’m going to group these two together…though that means I’ll still have to come up with another R word later. *laughs*) As you all know, the relationship that I’m in is not ideal…not in the least…and there is little to no romance. I would like a relationship that had some romance in it…that would be nice. I would like a relationship in which the man I was with and I actually had some things in common, and we could appreciate those things that we didn’t. I’d like to be able to have an intelligent conversation on occasion, and just goof off with and have fun with at other times. I want…Romance…I want a guy who can, on occasion, just sweep me off my feet. Someone who would understand the appeal of a candlelight dinner…or a night out at something, like say, a dinner theatre. Someone who would wisk me away somewhere at the ‘seemingly’ spur of the moment…and come to find out, there is a picnic lunch waiting for us…(I have an entry written like this…which is what actually gave me the idea to list it here)…I want a relationship full of romance.

Rose: Roses are my favorite flowers…there is just something about them. The way they look, their scent…and all the colors the come in (red of course, being my favorite of course). I always get at least one red rose, every year, and place it on Dominic’s grave on his birthday. Some years it’s been two…some years the second one is another color…it all depends on what’s there when I go to pick them up. This year I got a red one, a white one, and a yellow one. I got a dozen roses for the first time I had a one year anniversary with a boyfriend. It was a beautiful, sweet, and romantic gesture…Too bad I didn’t deserve it. Anyway…

Rosencrantz: (Like I could resist using that as an R word.) I will have to say…I do believe…Rosencrantz is my favorite character that Gary Oldman has played…He’s just so adorably clueless. There is just…something about him…*sigh* *laughs* I’ve got three favorite scenes from Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are dead…the one being the speach that was the one reason that Gary Oldman wanted to play Rosencrantz (as Tom Stoppard, the writer/director had intended him for Guildenstren initally…but he said he wanted to play Rosencrantz instead, for said speach). Anyway…R is for Rosencrantz…which leads to Gary Oldman…Whom I want to kidnap andn keep for my own in the worst possible way. *laughs* Gods…I promise to be nice, and treat him well. *laughs*

….So….there are my 5 R words…

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Okay…lets see…*kicks stupid Retired Fireman’s Banquet*

1) It was boring, with a capital B for 95% of it.

2) Batman didn’t even sit with us…So I didn’t even get a chance to talk to him.

3) The girlfriend still exsists. *pokes her in the eye with a stick*

I did manage to get an entry written for Raven while I was there though…so I guess all my time wasn’t wasted. I also left with a flower that was the same color as my dress…and sandles…and fingernails…and toenails…and braces elastics…*thinks* ~Was anything else teal?~

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*looks around* I had a thought…at least I thought I did…*shrugs* Guess it wasn’t that imporant. So there you have it…the entry for tonight.