It's been a while...

In the movie Practical Magic, if you've ever seen it, Nicole Kidman's character describes love to her little neice like this:

Gillian Owens: You ever put your arms out and spin really, really fast?
Antonia Owens: She does it all the time.
Gillian Owens: She does? Well, that's what love is like. It makes your heart race. It turns the world upside down. But if you're not careful, if you don't keep your eyes on something still, you can lose your balance. You can't see what's happening to the people around you. You can't see that you're about to fall.

I think it's a pretty apt description. Now, I'm not saying I'm in love, I'm talking about love. I think of it as driving down rural roads with all the windows down, screaming at the top of your lungs, "I'm in love!!! I love _____!!!"

You can't concentrate. You hold your phone next to you all the time, waiting for the next time he calls, because he said he would, and you trust him 100% to keep his word. Anything you try doing: reading, movies, burning one, listening to music, writing in your journal... none of it lasts for more than five minutes, because you have a one-track mind.

In a way, it's magical. In a way, it sucks :)

But it's worth it.

WTF?

I don't log in to MySpace or Facebook that much anymore, but whenever I do, it seems like another person from my past has gotten married, or had a kid, or something. Doesn't that seem kind of young to you? I mean, I'm only 25. I can't imagine being married and pregnant with my second child.

The part that drives me crazy is that half of those soccer moms I see on my "social network" are incredibly intelligent women. Not that intelligent women can't settle down and have a family, but... I guess I would just expect them to explore some options before doing so.

Maybe it's just that I have absolutely no maternal instinct whatsoever. (And no, I'm not going to magically start wanting babies, so STOP ASKING!) I just can't put myself in that position... I can't understand why having a husband and a few kids would ever be exciting.

Don't get me wrong -- I would like to try to understand. Not so that I can become... that... but just so I don't look at pregnant women like aliens anymore. Honestly, can someone explain the appeal of nesting to me?

Disgusting.

I have no other word for it other than "disgusting."

It is prop 102. Prop 102? Well... check it out yourself. Then you'll understand why I find it so disgusting.

No on Prop 102

Yes on Prop 102 (although I have no idea why you would vote yes...)