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I do believe I hate myself at the moment. Read the story if you want to know why... but i warn you. it won't be interesting. you will hate it. It will bore you to tears with its length and uninteresing facts.
A few months ago, Kristi placed her headphones on my ears. She does this ever now and then when she wishes for me to hear some new music she has become fasinated with. It was just a small melody, classical, on a piano. Simple and sweet.
"Its pretty"
"It is from Pride and Predjustice"
"Oh no, not you too."
You see, Kristi is an odd girl, and a dear friend to me. She keeps herself distant from people, never shows any affection for boys or anything except books and movies. When she finds a particular book or movie that she likes, she becomes obsessed with it. Among these are Harry Potter, Ravenous, The Others, and recently Pride and Predjustice.
There is something odd about the last one, though. You see, something Kristi have in common. Neither one of us are much for Romantics. She usually rolls her eyes and laughs at the thought. Men are stupid for falling for women, and women equally stupid for enthralling them. In the end, no one really cares for each other, but only for the feeling of "falling in love" and such like that.
Neither of us care for that sort of thing. I have fallen for it before, and it grew rather old... now i amuse myself with an idea of something better... but I never imagined a movie could capture it.
Brittany was the one to start it, I think. She fell in love with the movie much as she has with Orlando Bloom. It seemed almost childish to watch her obsess over the movie and its wonderful feeling of "love."
Yeah right.
I refused to watch it. Crystal, however, gave in quickly. She also fell for the movie's charm and... I got sick of hearing about it. Every man was compared and contrasted to "Mr. Darcy's gentleman-like nature."
The thing that scared me was when Kristi fell prey to their obsession. She watched the parasitic movie, and adored it.
After a bit of talk she said to me, "Listen, Lindsey. I know you are not a romantic, but let me tell you something. There is something about that movie that fits you. You would love it too if you gave it a chance."
I have to say, I am a sucker to what my friends say.
My sister bought the movie saying, "I LOVE the book."
Needless to say, I gave in and watched it.
My reality disapeared. The only thing that existed was that movie. It's not about that giddy feeling of love. It isn't about the sappyness that goes along with it. There is something more that you will rarely see portayed in movie or in real life.
Devotion
This is my new favorite movie, and I hate myself for it. For falling to the madness of a little world on a dvd that could never happen. Someone shoot me now.
A few months ago, Kristi placed her headphones on my ears. She does this ever now and then when she wishes for me to hear some new music she has become fasinated with. It was just a small melody, classical, on a piano. Simple and sweet.
"Its pretty"
"It is from Pride and Predjustice"
"Oh no, not you too."
You see, Kristi is an odd girl, and a dear friend to me. She keeps herself distant from people, never shows any affection for boys or anything except books and movies. When she finds a particular book or movie that she likes, she becomes obsessed with it. Among these are Harry Potter, Ravenous, The Others, and recently Pride and Predjustice.
There is something odd about the last one, though. You see, something Kristi have in common. Neither one of us are much for Romantics. She usually rolls her eyes and laughs at the thought. Men are stupid for falling for women, and women equally stupid for enthralling them. In the end, no one really cares for each other, but only for the feeling of "falling in love" and such like that.
Neither of us care for that sort of thing. I have fallen for it before, and it grew rather old... now i amuse myself with an idea of something better... but I never imagined a movie could capture it.
Brittany was the one to start it, I think. She fell in love with the movie much as she has with Orlando Bloom. It seemed almost childish to watch her obsess over the movie and its wonderful feeling of "love."
Yeah right.
I refused to watch it. Crystal, however, gave in quickly. She also fell for the movie's charm and... I got sick of hearing about it. Every man was compared and contrasted to "Mr. Darcy's gentleman-like nature."
The thing that scared me was when Kristi fell prey to their obsession. She watched the parasitic movie, and adored it.
After a bit of talk she said to me, "Listen, Lindsey. I know you are not a romantic, but let me tell you something. There is something about that movie that fits you. You would love it too if you gave it a chance."
I have to say, I am a sucker to what my friends say.
My sister bought the movie saying, "I LOVE the book."
Needless to say, I gave in and watched it.
My reality disapeared. The only thing that existed was that movie. It's not about that giddy feeling of love. It isn't about the sappyness that goes along with it. There is something more that you will rarely see portayed in movie or in real life.
Devotion
This is my new favorite movie, and I hate myself for it. For falling to the madness of a little world on a dvd that could never happen. Someone shoot me now.