Oh, the 80s.

Ok, judge me if you will for this post, but just listen to this song while you read.

Basically, I wish I was born in the 70s, so I could have enjoyed the 80s. I'm well aware the hair and fashion were a little crazy...but I just friggin' love 80s stuff.

I would sell half my liver to have had John Hughes direct my life.

I am so ecstatic to have found Blood Orange to listen to, because if I close my eyes, for a few minutes I feel like I am Molly Ringwald in Sixteen Candles seeing Jake Ryan waiting for me outside the church. Or in Pretty and Pink seeing Blaine at the prom, and calling him on his crap only to have him ditch the richies to be with me. But most of all...I want to be Molly in The Breakfast Club. UGH. So my favorite 80s movie. John Bender will forever be my favorite movie "bad boy." He's perfect.

I've been in the mood to watch an 80s movie for like a few months now. Actually, I always want to watch 80s movies, I won't lie. There's something about Say Anything, Pretty in Pink, The Breakfast Club, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sixteen Candles, and all the other 80s movies that were made about teenagers. Like I said, I wish John Hughes could've directed my life. It would be so legit. Or anything involving Patrick Swayze, like Roadhouse or Dirty Dancing or Ghost. That man is so dang attractive. Fetch.

Stone. Cold. Fox.

80s music also has a place in my heart. I love me some Madonna, Billy Idol, all the songs from the movies, and pretty much all the rest of them too.

The woman pretty much ruled the world.

I even love some (lots of) 80s fashion.

I've been told I have good hair for 80s hairstyles. Not that I've tried them or anything.

CLEARLY, I was born in the wrong generation.

Contrary to popular belief, my nickname Ducky is not from this movie, but I don't mind the association.

I just want to be Molly Ringwald in the 80s. Is that too much to ask for?! I think not.

Everybody love everybody,

M.D.

P.S. Just found out I can watch The Breakfast Club on Hulu. My life is complete.

Things I love: Love.

It's a rainy day, and I do not feel like writing my psychology essay and bibliography. So instead, I blog. It's still writing...close enough.

Things I love? Love. Friend love, boyfriend love, best friend love, sister love, parent love, cousin love, I-have-the-best-dog-in-the-world-love. All of it. I love love. (I often hate it too, but I'm 19 year old female. I'm not fully matured yet.)

I also love things that remind you of love. Like these photos.

When I am married, I expect the  hubs and I to spend wintery Saturday mornings drinking hot cocoa out of these mugs, curled up in a blanket together in a window seat, and reading to each other. Probably with some corny indie music playing in the background, reminding us how much we love each other. He'll of course look perfect with bedhead, and I'll look like a human Loch Ness Monster. But we'll be married, so he'll love me even when I don't look cute.
That's love.
Loving someone when they're not perfect. Not worshiping them, but knowing them. Knowing their flaws, knowing their faults, and accepting them. Not criticizing, not nagging, and not being offensive. Working through the tough times that come, pinching pennies, and looking on the bright side. Knowing what makes them tick, and what ticks them off (but not purposefully upsetting them). Sitting in silence comfortably, not feeling pressured for conversation. Waking them up to breakfast in bed, and their favorite song. Voluntarily taking the kids somewhere so mom can have some rest. Laying out his suit and tie for him to wear to work the next day. Always saying I love you, and meaning it. Making each other smile. Making each other laugh until it hurts. Calling just to hear that voice, when you're not together. Even if you just parted earlier that evening. That's love to me.
Everyone deserves love, so don't deny yourself some happiness in this life.
Call your parents or best friend or sibling or somebody today, and tell them you love them. Believe me, it doesn't get old, hearing someone care about you. And let your actions match your words. Love is the most special connection we as human beings have. Don't waste it, and don't take it for granted if someone loves you.

Everybody love everybody,
M.D.