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Last night, I stayed in Liz's room again. I told her it was like a vacation, except, I lived right across the hall. She went to sleep at 10 (what the hell? who goes to bed that early on a saturday night?) and I stayed up. And, I discovered TNT.
So, first they played Pretty Woman. I had never seen the film in its entirety, and I wanted to know why Mrs. Rhoads hated it/Christina Ruhl loved it. (if you weren't in 1st period junior AP English, you wouldn't understand). And then, after that, Fools Rush In was on. Another lovely chick flick.
Sometime between 10pm and 3am, I decided that romantic comedies are just disney films for adults. (I was going to write it on my arm last night, but, thankfully, I didn't). I mean, seriously, you have to suspend your belief in reality in a romantic comedy (ie strippers and one night stands that end happily).
And, like your stereotypical girl watching chick-flicks (especially alone) I ate creamery ice cream (chocolate chip cookie dough).
Then, out of sheer boredom, I watched Garden State this afternoon. Which reinforced that, I want to be Natalie Portman. In every way. (when I like a guy, I become Alice/Sam/Jane).
Well, I've survived a weekend at Altoona with my roommate. I can do anything. (except live happily ever after.)
Oh, and I thought about Brian the X for about ten minutes. Now thats dangerous.
And, my floormates don't know me. I'm not sure how worried I'm supposed to be about that.
So, first they played Pretty Woman. I had never seen the film in its entirety, and I wanted to know why Mrs. Rhoads hated it/Christina Ruhl loved it. (if you weren't in 1st period junior AP English, you wouldn't understand). And then, after that, Fools Rush In was on. Another lovely chick flick.
Sometime between 10pm and 3am, I decided that romantic comedies are just disney films for adults. (I was going to write it on my arm last night, but, thankfully, I didn't). I mean, seriously, you have to suspend your belief in reality in a romantic comedy (ie strippers and one night stands that end happily).
And, like your stereotypical girl watching chick-flicks (especially alone) I ate creamery ice cream (chocolate chip cookie dough).
Then, out of sheer boredom, I watched Garden State this afternoon. Which reinforced that, I want to be Natalie Portman. In every way. (when I like a guy, I become Alice/Sam/Jane).
Well, I've survived a weekend at Altoona with my roommate. I can do anything. (except live happily ever after.)
Oh, and I thought about Brian the X for about ten minutes. Now thats dangerous.
And, my floormates don't know me. I'm not sure how worried I'm supposed to be about that.