Bolt of Blue

Ok… some of the greatest dialogue from Roswell ever!

Michael: There’s a lot about you Maria. There’s a lot about you but I think, what means the most to me, is that you’re open. You know, I can look into your eyes and I can see you. I can see what you’re thinking, I can see what you’re feeling. How much I mean to you sometimes. How much I piss you off sometimes. But I can always see you.

Maria: I see you too.

Michael: No. No you don’t see me. You know when Max and Liz would kiss, and Liz would get the flashes. And when we would kiss you didn’t? I know how much that hurt you.

Maria: That doesn’t matter to me anymore Michael.

Michael: The reason you didn’t get the flashes is because I didn’t let you get them. I didn’t let you see me. I’ve never let anyone see me before, because there are things inside of me that I don’t want people to see. There’s things inside me that I’m not so proud of. But I’ve thought about it and I want you to see me. Take my hands.

And of course… my favorite line I think from the whole season finale…

Maria: I think we just took a huge step in human alien relations.

Wait, Fox isn’t smart!?! They cancelled The Lone Gunman. Grrr!

Oh, how excited am I that Family Guy got put on the fall schedule? Who would have thought Fox could be so smart? Stewie lives on to plot world domination!

I’ve come to realize I’m a pretty shy person online.

Um, really. I don’t really send emails to random people or chat or anything. There’s like one person online who I’ve never met who even remotely knows a bit about my real life besides what I write in this little spot that hardly anyone visits anyways.

Surprisingly I have met a few people that I only knew online but that was related to Duran Duran or Ewan McGregor or Jonathan Rhys Meyers so it’s totally different. I guess. I don’t know what I’m babbling about. I’m tired. Hurting. And thoughts are buzzing around in my head so here I am typing away when I should be lying in bed trying to get some sleep so I can see my friend graduate from grad school tomorrow.

Blah.

Something came over me. Well, not really. But I redesigned my Kelly Slater gallery. I hadn’t updated that sucker in over a year. The layout was so old. So ancient. Now I think I’m motivated to keep going with it. I have so much more I haven’t scanned yet. So much more.

Blogger is acting a bit odd. Oh well… it’s not the first or last time.

I’m so addicted to Roswell fan fic right now… wait, right now… try since the show started. But I just can’t stop reading all the great fan fic out there. Of course, the only fan fic I enjoy is Michael and Maria ones.

My stomach is killing me right now. Yet here I am writing in this sucker. What is wrong with me? I’ve had little time to devote to all my sites. I think I’m no longer going to designs sites for anyone unless they are a friend of mine or a redesign of a site I originally designed. I just don’t have the time or desire anymore. I think I’ll still offer to make buttons and banners. And I want to make fan fic story titles. That would be fun. Otherwise, it’s just taken too much out of my sites that I do want to devote time to. I have literally like 50 photos to add to my Paul Walker and Jude Law sites.

Oh, I want to get another domain. One where I can post my resume and portfolio and nothing else but I don’t know what the heck to get that is creative and meaningful without being lame.

My weekend was too short. Who knew seeing Moulin Rouge again would cause my love to reflect on life?

Everything is cool but I swear, we are very close to just getting hitched to solve the problem of being so far apart. It’s not fucking healthy anymore. I woke up the day after he left with a 101 temparture.

Love shouldn’t have this many obstacles. It’s not fair.

On a completely random sidenote, Pete Sampras survived the first round of the French Open. I still cling to the belief he can win this one day. Even if he doesn’t, he is still the best tennis player ever.