Of Daisies and Colds

I grew up in a house where watching movies was a natural occurrence. Everything from Godzilla to Star Wars, Pride and Prejudice to Ever After. Disney, Pixar, Dreamworks, Tri-Star... we watched and enjoyed them all.
Aside from this love of movies, I was also brought up with a love for the written word. I sadly don't read as much as I used to for the sake of pleasure but there comes a time every now and then where I pick up a novel and simply cannot put it down until it is finished. Sometimes this happens with a brand new book but just recently (meaning this very evening) I finished reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone and I am pretty sure it was only my second time reading it the whole way through. Sad, I know. But it has been done and it was just as lovely as the first time.
Also recently as of this past week I seem to have come down with a cold. Not the one that knocks you out cold for a whole week but one of those annoying pesky things where you are stuffy and sneezy about 75% of the time. I have been taking cold medicine and I am sure I will be better soon (seeing as I also "splurged" and bought myself some orange juice fortified with Calcium seeing as it has been a little while since I drank milk into my system). 
What do these three bits of news have to do with one another? Well, I will tell you.

One of my absolute favorite movies growing up was, surprise surprise, the romantic comedy entitled You've Got Mail. You know the one with Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks? That strangely perfect chemistry based duo of the acting world? Well, for those of you who have never watched it, go watch it! It is a lovely movie. Not only is it the right amount of quirk and sass to keep my entertained but it also has the sweetness of the blooming friendship and romance that will make just about any woman (young or old) swoon. 
Ryan plays a bookshop owner, having inherited it from her late mother. She has been taking care of the shop for a handful of years when out of nowhere, in swoops Hanks who is in charge of a big bookstore corporation (something akin to Barnes and Noble really) and starts to put Ryan's little bookshop out of business. And as luck would have it, (and I feel no qualms in telling you this because you figure it out in pretty much the first ten minutes of the movie) the two of them have been pen pals for a certain amount of time after having met in a chat room. Of course, neither of them knows the actual connection and you watch the story unfold. The friendship takes hold. And of course love blooms. 
(You see it? The connection between movies and my love of books has been made. Now, you might ask, where does the cold come into play? Well...)
So, one of my favorite scenes in the whole movie happens when Ryan is stuck at home with a cold. You know the kind. Where you are practically drunk on cough syrup, you haven't taken a shower and thus your bed head has gotten away from you, tissues are strewn upon every flat surface, and even the dishes have gotten away from you. 
Well, if I remember rightly, somehow, Hanks finds out that she has a cold and what does he do? He buys her flowers. And not just any kind of flowers. He buys her daisies! Pretty much the cheeriest flower the Lord ever created. "They're such friendly flowers," is how Ryan describes them in the movie. Anyway, Hanks gets up to her apartment and wheedles his way into the room (after Ryan has thrown a trench coat over her flannel pajamas and stuffed as many dirtied tissues as she can manage to grab in her hurry into the deep pockets). He makes small talk and eventually ushers her back into bed after putting the flowers in a vase for her (and she tows said vase of daisies with her to her bedroom) and he says a few more things that leave the audience wishing he would just tell her that they are meant to be and get it over with.... and he leaves. 

Well, in conclusion, being the entirely hopeless romantic that I am, I await the day when something similar to this scene happens in my life. Now, I know the chances aren't all that great because it's a movie, written up by writers who are simply trying to please their audience... but there's no harm in wishing right? That the right guy will just waltz up to your door and disregard the fact that you feel like something the cat drug out of the bag so that he can give you a modestly sized bouquet of daisies? 
It would totally brighten my day. 

In other news, I landed a part-time job today off campus and am gearing up for another interview for yet another job tomorrow so I will lay down my cough medicine infused system for a couple of hours and hope that I will at least not appear sickly in the morning. 
Wish my luck! Prayers are appreciated as well. And thank you so very much in advance!