Notebook Shmotebook
Ok, so after 4 months of avoiding its white paper sleeve as it sat atop my DVD player.... I finally put in the "The Notebook." (Why 4 months you ask? I was never really in the mood for a sappy love story... thats what I have LoVe fanfiction for, right? But I couldn't bring myself to mail it back without at least watching it... and I do have the first season of House waiting in my queue).
Halfway into it (and I make the mistake of watching this on a Friday night after a busy [3 day]week of work with a bottle of Smoking Loon [birds, I know, how ironic] Sauvingon Blanc) I am thinking (besides that I like this chubby version of RMcA) who the hell watches this movie on purpose? Why would someone consciously want to put themselves through this? Who says, "Oh, I think I feel like a good, solid cry, I must put in the notebook!"
As the plot predictably unfolds and the old couple reunites, my forehead is pounding from my attempts to hold back tears. Seriously, what good comes from crying this much, and why would you want to make a movie about it? I remove the offending DVD, slip it into it's sleeve and seal it in it's return envelope.
I awake at 4 am... heart pounding from an intense Allie/Noah dream (I'm a little confused as to what JfDoh was doing there, but I get past that soon enough). My head is also still pounding (but from the wine or the crying I'm not sure). I can't get back to sleep. I just see Ryan Fucking Gosling's face (scruffy and clean shaven at the same time, if you can imagine that. Oh, I know you can). I grab the advil and take a few sips of water and find a cold cloth to rest on my head, (because Fuck, it really hurts). Eventually I must fade off into sleep....
15 hours later I am trolling through online communities looking for Notebook fanfiction.
God help me.
Halfway into it (and I make the mistake of watching this on a Friday night after a busy [3 day]week of work with a bottle of Smoking Loon [birds, I know, how ironic] Sauvingon Blanc) I am thinking (besides that I like this chubby version of RMcA) who the hell watches this movie on purpose? Why would someone consciously want to put themselves through this? Who says, "Oh, I think I feel like a good, solid cry, I must put in the notebook!"
As the plot predictably unfolds and the old couple reunites, my forehead is pounding from my attempts to hold back tears. Seriously, what good comes from crying this much, and why would you want to make a movie about it? I remove the offending DVD, slip it into it's sleeve and seal it in it's return envelope.
I awake at 4 am... heart pounding from an intense Allie/Noah dream (I'm a little confused as to what JfDoh was doing there, but I get past that soon enough). My head is also still pounding (but from the wine or the crying I'm not sure). I can't get back to sleep. I just see Ryan Fucking Gosling's face (scruffy and clean shaven at the same time, if you can imagine that. Oh, I know you can). I grab the advil and take a few sips of water and find a cold cloth to rest on my head, (because Fuck, it really hurts). Eventually I must fade off into sleep....
15 hours later I am trolling through online communities looking for Notebook fanfiction.
God help me.