redesign. check it.

As I stare at the blinking curser, I wonder what will drip from my fingers. I’ve always loved to write and sometimes good stuff flows from my open mind. I haven’t written in quite sometime I think it’s because I haven’t known what to say, or even why I have a blog. I’m seventeen. Most blogs are by moms and people who want to be photographers (sometimes a combo of the two). But, I read some really great blogs that make me happy and I want to contribute too. I think we need a fresh start, me and the blog world. I’m not a recovering pessimist anymore. I’ve recovered. I’m Megan Rose. And I’m about to take on the world in a month. I’m moving out and moving on. Here we go.
Today I’ve fallen in love with a Mr. Walt Whitman. He’s a very profound man.

“And your very flesh shall be a great poem”.

“Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling”.

“Have you learned the lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learned great lessons from those who braced themselves against you, and disputed passage with you?”

“Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.”

“I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends.”

How do these people come up with this stuff? I wish I was this deep. Sometimes I am I guess. But, let’s not get carried away now, I’m no Walt.
I also fell for, again, Edward Cullen this morning. It’s not the creepy I’m-in-love-with-a-fictional-character kind of love. It’s a chivalry thing. And he’s beautiful. Sue me. It’s gone, chivalry I mean. Example: I was hanging up a poster at school one day on a very lofty cork board. I was jumping and stabbing the board with the stapler when I very tall boy walked by. “Nice poster” he stated then kept walking. That was rude, I thought. And then another boy walked by, I thought that I was saved. He just waved. Jerks.
Any ways, I’m in love with the idea of love. I, however, do not believe in love. Love is like the Tooth Fairy, fun to believe in, but in the end the only evidence of the existence of said thing, you spent on candy and such and therefore gone. I’ve seen a million chick flicks, read books, and nevertheless I haven’t found it. I talk to boys. They talk back. “There’s more to life then dating a boy on the football team”, says Taylor Swift. I concur.
One day I’ll meet someone worthy of changing my opinion on the subject of love, but for now I’m sticking to Mr. Darcy and Edward.