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I watched the last 45 minutes or so of the Passion of the Christ today on TV and cried my eyes out. Maybe it's because I'm a hardcore Catholic, or a woman, or a combination, but I think I cry the hardest when I see Mary looking at Jesus, crying, wishing she could help him and make the hurting stop.
Now I have a headache and I need to do a shit ton of studying and laundry.
Completely unrelated: I fit into my skinny jeans again. On one hand, this makes me sad, because it means that I lost the wonderful weight that I gained while in Brazil, but on the other hand...I fit into my beautiful, dark-wash skinny jeans again.
That sounds awfully vain after beginning this post with something about the Passion. uhhhh.
Now I have a headache and I need to do a shit ton of studying and laundry.
Completely unrelated: I fit into my skinny jeans again. On one hand, this makes me sad, because it means that I lost the wonderful weight that I gained while in Brazil, but on the other hand...I fit into my beautiful, dark-wash skinny jeans again.
That sounds awfully vain after beginning this post with something about the Passion. uhhhh.