Look at the one hit wonder that slut turned out to be...

Mar 23, 2005 13:55

I watched "Uptown Girls" today, and cried...and cried...and cried. Such a good movie. I'm a perfect Molly Gunn, if you've seen it. Scared, irresponsible, always always always late, holding onto youth with ever fiber of her being. It's the truth. Not to mention the toast of the New York social scene, the freewheeling daughter of a late rock legend, an "it girl" on top of the A-list - designers want to dress her, the most eligible bachelors want to date her, and her birthday bash is one of the hottest tickets in town. Her life is a never-ending party. Mmmhmm. That's me in a nutshell.

I just realized today that when I bought "Uptown Girls," "13 Going on 30," and "Love Actually" (all for $25, which I'm super proud of) that my selections might have screamed "sweep me off my feet" or "romance me." So when the nice young man checking me out (both literally and figuratively) at Circuit City and I got into a conversation about our lives for five minutes after I had been checked out, I think I should have like taken initiative and given him my number. But I didn't. I'd think I'd rather dwell in possibility. But hey, I practice what I preach. I could have dated him...and that's a start in getting over my issues. Eh? And also, I decided I could date someone dumb. I decided that I could date the really hot kid from Target that everyone says is dumb. Because I feel he has a beautiful soul. Haha. But seriously.

Julie pointed out that school is really going to be over soon. All I want to do this summer is play tennis and decoupage and swim and shop cute on a budget and meet boys with a lake house and speed date and take a one week trip and either learn to dance or go line dancing. That's all it would take to make me happy. It didn't feel like I was that demanding, but all typed out, it feels like a tall order. Whatevs.

Last story I swear. I was at the Jackson County Medical Care Facility, which was renovated spectacularly, I might add. Anyways, I was visiting my old patient and two nurses and an aide were helping her into bed. They wanted to take her socks off and Joan says: "No. I'd rather have my Jessie do that." And it was funny and the nurses and the aide were told off, and taken aback, and I took off her socks better than they ever could have. Not really, but I loved her for that moment. That moment made getting up today worth it.
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