Forgetting

Dear Kirsten

Yeah, remember me? That this blog that no one cares about, but for some reason you seem to have some vested interest in? Yeah, that's me. Thanks. I can tell you love me a lot.

Sincerely, your blog.

I'm sorry bloggy (it's pet name, obviously). I promise that I really do love you. I've just been incredibly busy.

LIES! You have NOT been busy, Kirsten. The last time you blogged it was Thanksgiving. Look at the bottom right corner of your Toshiba. It is January 24th. It has been two months. For shame...

Ok, honestly, if anyone out there in the great abyss that is the internet ever gave a second thought to this, I apologize. Wait, what's that? No one cares? Ok, I thought so.

Basically what happened is that I ran out of writing juice. It's bad. I have very little motivation to write anything, which is the tiniest bit depressing, so I figured that if I force myself to do it then bigger stuff will come. Look out world, the great american novel is on it's way.*

So what better topic to write about than forgetting things. I don't like forgetting things. This is a blog about stuff I don't like. Whoa. Crazy how that kind of stuff works out.

Wow, I really did not get any better at this whole writing thing while I proceeded to not write anything. Also crazy how that works out.

No, but seriously. Have you ever remembered that you forgot something. Not like, awe shucks I forgot my purse kind of deal, but forgotten something beloved to you.

I hate/love Nicolas Cage. It's actually this new thing for me. I'd always been mildly indifferent toward him, and may have found the National Treasure franchise to be entertaining as a 15 year old, but recently I've been awakened to the reality that he really is a terrible actor. Really sketchy. Most of his stuff is just pure crap. So, naturally, I have made it my goal to see every Nicolas Cage movie. I'm awesome that way.

While almost every Nic Cage move is awful in it's own respect, (Moon Struck, Honeymoon in Vegas) none is worse than the Wicker Man. It's a remake of a 1973 cult classic that I've heard is actually pretty good. But sweet virgin Mary, this movie is awful. If you're like me and enjoy awful movies, I definitely recommend this one. It has everything; Horrible acting, unresolved plot points, Nic Cage running around in a bear suit hitting women. Truly golden.

But Wicker Man is a different topic for a different post.

Where was I? Oh yes, Nic Cage. Awful, hilarious and ever entertaining has inspired a fabulous website known as Nic Cage as Everyone. That's right. Nicolas Cage as everyone. It's pretty much everything I could ever ask for. Nicolas Cage's face superimposed onto everyones body. There's really no effective way to get my point across other than to just post a link.

http://niccageaseveryone.blogspot.com/

My world centered around this blog for about two weeks after I found it (and by "found it" I mean Emily showed it to me. But lets keep that on the down low). So you can imagine my horror when today I remembered it. I must have forgotten about it for at least two days. Like, actually forgot that it existed. But that's how a lot of things are.

Pandora truly knows my soul. It's a little bit creepy. Today on my Ludo station, it played Nine in the Afternoon by Panic! at the Disco. Remember that song? Yeah, it's pretty legit. Cause it's nine in the afternoon, and your eyes are the size of the moon. You could 'cause you can so you do. We're feeling so good just the way that we do when it's nine in the afternoon. Don't even try to tell me that wasn't your jam in 9th grade. It so was.

The sad part was though, that when it started playing, I couldn't be sure of what exactly it was. You know what I'm talking about. That moment before the realization sets in, those seconds where you can't be sure of why that nostalgic feeling is coursing through your whole body. No? That's just me? Ok, carry on.

When I realized what it was, I flipped. Suddenly I was 14 again and nothing could ever quench my love for that song.

But then again, the situation is raised. I had forgotten it in the first place. But the thing is, because I forgot about it, that made rediscovering it all that much awesome. Same with Nic Cage as everyone. And upon further reflection, I wish I could forget more things. It sounds weird, but think about it. What do you love more than most things on this earth? Are you thinking about it? Ok, good. Now take yourself back to when you first discovered it, and the way you felt. Are you imagining that? Ok, good. For me, it's Harry Potter. I would honestly pay money to get amnesia that only effects the Harry Potter section of my brain, and read Harry Potter for the first time all over again. Experience everything, be surprised again. Cry over the deaths and be overwhelmed by the portrayal of real love and friendship.

What? I'm not a nerd. Don't judge me.

So I guess in retrospect, I really don't not like forgetting things. I actually kinda like it. Take that blog! How's it feel to be shamed in such a public *coughcough* arena?

And to that, my blog responds by turning down it's paper, scoffing and returning to the New York Times and it's cup of tea.

My blog is very sophisticated.

Wow. Now THAT was some quality writing! Thanks for not sucking, Kirsten!

*See back about this in approximatively ten years. I should be, erm, a publish author by then? Yeah, let's go with that.