gimmie some love

"My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary."My girlfriends and I used to sit around in our dorm room, legs folded underneath ourselves and talk about everything and nothing. These are some of my fondest high school memories, night's spent up talking about dance, our insecurties, God, love, life, sex (and oftentimes the lack thereof), men, friends, family and the expectations we had for ourselves and the world and how often those expectations went unmet. A lot of these moments were accompanied by music, one of the main ways I grew at boarding school, being exposed to every single type of person you can possibly imagine and the music they brought with them from all over. Having friends and enemies and everything else inbetween. I remember being introduced to Cursive for the first time, blasting it for weeks straight until every ballerina on my hall was ready to tie their pointe shoe ribbons around my neck. I remember sobbing my eyes out to Ani DiFranco's "Joyful Girl" after having my heart broken. Lying in bed with Lux as she stayed with me all night through some of the hardest moments in my life listening to A Perfect Circle's "The Noose", dancing around in heels and lingere with Emily to Mindless Self Indulgence and listening to infinite other songs that recall people and moments and situations. Right now Just What I Needed just popped up on my shuffle, a perfect example of how every single person is a song for me. That goddamn Cars' song is Alex. We're head over heels in love with eachother in the way that you imagine your entire life you will be in love. We're driving back to his dorm room and he tells me this song reminds him of me, he's singing it, smiling at me in that specific way. He drums his hand on my jeans and trailing his fingers down "the ribbons in my hair" on cue with the song and he kisses me whenever he can catch a breath and a break in the music. It's vivid.But I digress.What I meant to right about has nothing to do with my incessant ramblings on the tired topic of Alex (beat that dead horse, Jza, beat it :)But.Where was I?Oh yes.I watched Cold Mountain for the first time tonight, which is kind of amazing, since I am completely in love with Nicole Kidman. The whole movie was fine and all, but to understand the reason why I really rented it you'll have to reference the previous paragraph about me and my wacky dancer friends at school. Being forced to preoccupy ourselves in the wee hours of the morning we'd talk about everything. And one of my best friends and I started a list of movies with the best sex scenes-- Cold Mountain was the only one on the list I hadn't seen yet.--4. Meet Joe Black----3. Cruel Intentions----2. Cold Mountain----1. Unfaithful--So I saw the movie. And although the sex scene was nice, what I was most surprised by was the music. I adored it. And I've never been a huge fiddle, southern-y type of girl. But I felt it all. Right in the middle of my chest.And I loved it.I love music.And people keep telling me, Welcome to Mog. Well...awesome. Because in the couple of days I've been on this site, my music collecition has already expanded considerably.Sweet.