I have been pondering all day what the topic of today’s post should be and have a interesting problem…. I don’t know what to talk about. Not because I can’t think of anything but because I have too much floating around in my head. I’ve started this post at least 5 times, and each time my words have disappeared with a simple Ctrl+A… delete. Each of these posts will eventually make their way to this site; they just aren’t ready yet. Maybe they haven’t matured or maybe I’m not ready to make them real. You’ll just have to be patient.

So…instead of blogging and putting my fragmented thoughts into complete sentences, I escaped with Lauren to see a movie, Martian Child, to be exact. Now let’s be honest, this movie isn’t going to be up for any Oscars next April, but it was perfect for tonight. A feel-good, chick flick with an equal and heart-warming blend of laughter and tears. It was a total cliche’, and I loved every minute of it. A little boy so afraid of where the world around him has left him that he convinces himself that he’s not a part of this world. He hides, builds walls, and seeks comfort in not being one of the masses. Who of us hasn’t done that or at least wanted to? Not me. Remember I escaped reality with a John Cusack movie. So keep your eyes peeled for more substance between these two pink columns, but tonight… I was a Martian.