Streepology: The study and love of Meryl Streep.

I'm Cate. 23 years old and a proud Canadian. I love acting, photography, writing poetry in my spare time, and watching Meryl films. Of course. And as you can already see, I'm a big fan of Meryl Streep. She's incredible. It's been a 7 year love affair with this woman. Writer. Actress. Singer. This blog is a dedication to the incredible Meryl Streep, and all her glory. She has inspired us and helped us in our lives, and will continue to do so.

Romantic Getaway

Kay had been planning this surprise for weeks. She had been on various websites about special cruises to the Bahamas. She had always wanted to go, and thought it would spice up the love life a bit. Plus it was really cheap. Kay always loved a good deal! She had finally decided on a week long cruise that would sail around the Bahamas, and the flight would leave from New York. She had always been so sure about her purchases, but was strangely skeptical about this one.

What would Arnold think? It always came down to that. No matter what she did, she always thought about how he would feel or what he’d say. And it usually put a damper on things, especially when it was spur of the moment. But she wasn’t going to second guess anything.

Pulling out her phone, Kay scanned through her contacts to find the number for her travel agent. Kay had worked with Billy for years, and he had always managed to throw in some extra deals. Pressing his number, she waited. “Hello, Kay!”

Billy was always so cheerful. “Hi Billy! I was wondering if you could help me with booking a vacation. I know this is last minute, but I just need to go over a few things with you.” Kay heard the tapping of keys on the other end of the phone, which meant that Billy had already pulled up her file.

Kay and Billy chatted for nearly half an hour, and by the time they’d finished, the cruise was booked. “No turning back now, kiddo!” Billy joked. Kay giggled in agreement. She had no plans of canceling. Even if Arnold complained about it. He was coming along, and would have no say in the matter. Kay wanted this. She needed this. Some quality time alone with her husband in a beautiful, romantic place. All she had was time.

Kay had just hung up the phone when she heard Arnold struggling with the front door, and could hear him cursing from the other side. Finally the door opened, and nearly caused Arnold to fall over from the force. “God dammit, Kay! How many times do I have to tell you to get that damn door fixed?” Arnold said, throwing his keys into the bowl next to the door. “Well hello to you too!” Kay exclaimed, nonchalantly. The smile from her face was long gone, and was now replaced with a scowl. “I know you had a bad day at work, but you don’t have to take it out on me, Arnie!”

Before he could retaliate, Kay stormed up the stairs and slammed her door shut. “Ahh damn..” Arnold mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose, sighing. He instantly regretted what he had done. Now that Kay was in her room, he knew that she wouldn’t come out for a long time. And there was no point in trying to coax her out either. Kicking off his shoes, Arnold slowly made his way up the stairs to her room. As he went to reach to knock on her door, he heard it. Kay was crying. He cursed himself. Stupid man.

"Kay, I’m sorry. Can we please talk?" Silence. "Kay, please. Can I come in?" He was about to walk away when he heard movement from the other side. Slowly the door creaked open, and Kay’s face appeared. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her mascara had pooled around her eyes, making her look like a Panda. Seeing his wife like this pulled at Arnold’s heart strings. "Wh..what you w..want?" Kay sniffled. Arnold didn’t reply. He just pulled Kay into a tight embrace, and kissing the top of her head. He spoke soothingly into her ear, and soon Kay fell into his embrace, snaking her arms around his waist.

After quite some time, Kay spoke. “I wanted to tell you something when you got home. I was going to surprise you, Arnie.” Arnold stepped back, and looked at his wife quizzically. “A surprise?” He said, smiling. “What kind of surprise?” Kay looked at him sheepishly, and then spoke. “Well, it’s been a while since we went away, so I called Billy and booked a vacation. We’re going to the Bahamas for a week…” Arnold needed to take all of this in. He wasn’t upset. He was actually touched. “That sounds like so much fun! I can’t wait.”

As Arnold embraced his wife once more, planting a kiss on her cheek, he felt that tugging at his heart. But it was different. It was love. He loved his wife more than ever, and now he had a chance to prove it. He was looking forward to spending time with Kay. Ending the embrace, he looked into her eyes in mock horror. “Kay..does that mean I have to pack…my speedo?!?”

Finally working on my Hope Springs story!

I apologize for taking so long to write it! Graduation is in 3 weeks, so there’s a lot of extra course work and getting ready for exams! So now that I have some free time, I’ll whip up a little something for you to read! It should be up shortly, depending on how long/short I make it. Stay tuned lovelies!


There comes a time in our lives where it hits us. Reality. It can come at any time and any place. You can be in the greatest of moods, or the greatest of circumstances. But some of us realize something else. Unhappiness. Depression. Loneliness. We’re so wrapped up in other things, that we forget to realize how we’re feeling until that fateful day comes where we can’t ignore it. The day where we realize how we are truly feeling. And sometimes it sucks. But it’s a part of life.

And even though this happens on a daily basis, we want to ignore it because we were happy living in a fantasy, a better life. A place where you feel on top of the world and there are no problems.

Some of us choose to accept reality and take it in stride, and some of us don’t, and would rather keep on pretending that everything is okay. Living a happy go lucky life in a not so happy go lucky place. We look okay on the outside, and people believe that we’re a happy, fun-loving person, but have no idea what we’re going through on the inside.

It’s all hidden deep down inside us, that even we can’t find it. Sometimes it’s buried so deep within us, that it disappears. Then what? What will happen when it decides to come out from its hiding place? How will we be then? Will we be prepared? Or will we cower and run away? How will we deal with reality when we don’t realize it exists?