gettingthere.

the Visions concert was today. amazing. the theme was "When All Praise Breaks Loose" and i think it truly did. it was really good. i lost my voice, but that happens every year. got to spend time with new people and everything. good stuff.

i'm planning this huge breakfast for myself and a bunch of my friends and it's looking like it's going to be quite the task. we're talking corncakes, salmon cakes, grits, scrambled eggs, bacon/sausage, and fruit and juice for everyone... and everyone is looking like about 15 people all together. yikes.

i wanted to write about something else, but i forgot what it was. i also forgot some bomb-ass story plot i had in mind that i never wrote down like an idiot. nice going, naia.

this dude's facebook note reminded me of what i wante to talk about. are you ready for this? you might wanna sit down. or not. take your pick. i'll wait. ready?

i think i want an arranged marriage.

yeah. why not? there have been cultural studies that span the globe that prove that people are no happier or sadder in an arranged marriage than in a "romantic" marriage. sounds strange, right? but it's true. and i figure that my parents know me best, so why not have THEM choose someone for me? it certainly couldn't hurt. my father told me that he was worried he'd pick someone completely wrong and that i'd go complaining to him. eh. it's all trial and error, n'est-ce pas? so why not? i trust my parents. besides, it takes a load off of my mind. that means i don't have to look at guys or evaluate them myself. that isn't to say that if i see someone that i would potentially want to go out with, that i'd cast them aside. never that. call this a modified arranged relationship -- i'll go about my merry way and let my parents do the grunge work of picking a guy and deciding if they think he's good enough. then i'll come along, meet him and all that stuff, get to know him and probably get into a relationship (i've found that my parents have excellent judgement when it comes to males). so... hmm, lol... i guess this would be arranged marriage meets reality TV -- my parents choose and i decide. i guess i'd want my say-so to supercede theirs, even though i'd give the dude a fighting chance.

so yeah. semi-arranged marriage :D


peace & much love to ya.