DAMN YOU THE NOTEBOOK! DAMN YOU!

[forget_shauna]

you ever go into a movie with the bright-eyed intentionsof having to emotional stance on it at all, only to break down into pathetic girly tears the minute the heart wrenching tale of two lovers is spun upon its little blockbuster turnstyle? Well if you haven't, If you see the notebook, you soon will. Or, maybe I am just a pansy girl failing to break the streotypes surrounding women that I hate so much, who knows, really, but I still bawled like someone had just told me that my dog had been kicked off a bridge. which reminds me, Mark and a slew of his friends were there (always a pleasant suprise), seeing anchor man. I need to see that movie. It's on the same list with garden state, king arthur, De-lovely, and the village. I never make it to the movies. and when i do its something I never planned to see, like a tear-jerker chick flick. They make me so emotional. like my impressional mind isn't fucked up enough. I like movies that make me think, not tear me apart emotionally. sometimes it's dangerous for me to get at high emotional levels, because I get impulsive. I know I need to sit down and think: can i put up with band any longer? do I realise my feelings towards all of humanity? what is it i need to be happy? but all my thoughts are jumbled into words that I hate to hear. Like my mind is a soap opera with everything I do and don't want to happen playing with a shitty-ass soundtrack lulling in the background. the lines between love and like fade away and I wonder if they're there anymore. and all i really want is an answer or two, because I'm becoming impartial and thats not a safe place to be.

see! see what tear jerkers do to me! they are mind control! MIND CONTROL I TELL YOU! and they give girls a bad rep, making us all out to be sissy pansies. I hate women stereotypes...

now if you will excuse me I'm going to go watch sex and the city and eat a pint of ben and jerrys while obsessing over my feelings. ta!

::wink::