It should be magical. There should be music playing and romantic lighting and a subtle buildup to the popping of the big question. There should be a thousand yellow daisies and candles and a horse and I don't know what the horse is doing there unless you're riding it, which seems a little over the top, but it should be more than this.
Sigh. I'm such a girl. And then there's Rory's speech:
Because sometimes you have something you need to say, but you can't because the words won't come out or you get scared or you feel stupid, so if you could write a song and sing it you could say what you need to say and it would be beautiful and people would listen and you wouldn't make a complete idiot out yourself, but all of us can't be songwriters, so some of us will never be able to say what we're thinking or what we want other people to know that we're thinking, so we'll never get the chance to make things right again ever.
Needless to say, that area of my life hasn't really changed much. The rest is a little more interesting. I interviewed for 2 jobs last week. Yeah, I know. I should be hearing about one of them after Tuesday. I'll keep ya'll posted. Seriously, I will. I promise. I will write.