Only losers do homework.
It's been an off week. Today is Thursday and it feels like Friday should have been yesterday. It might have something to do with the fact that fall break starts tomorrow. The sands of time move so slowly when you're having fun.
Sorry. It is quite possible that this blog is quickly going downhill. Be polite guys. Don't say anything until I start using ALL CAPS and asterisks to cyberscream about how I WILL *NEVER* FIND TRUE LOVE and transcribing Kelly Clarkson lyrics because she's captured the way I *REALLY* feel with depth and tender insight. Yeah yeah. Since you've been gone...I'm so movin on...
Then you have permission to shoot me in the face. I'm counting on those of you with guns to save me from myself. (You know who you are...coughconservativecough)
Anyway,you had to read through all of that just to find out that I really have nothing to say. I'm only here because I have finally hit the bottom of the well of charm that is facebook. Perhaps I shall discuss my feelings about The Notebook
When I speak the title of that movie, most of the girls around me have a physical reaction. If they had blogs, that reaction would read like this: "Oooooooooooh, i *LOOOOVE* that movie." I finally sat down to watch it last week after much protest, being informed, "Caitlin, You're going to watch it and you're going to cry. It's soooooo romantic." Really, it wasn't a bad movie. Being dead inside, I couldn't muster a tear for the doomed lovers, but I've seen much worse. There were only a few places where I thought creative deaths would have been more entertaining than the makeout sessions that actually occurred. (Remember that romantic swan scene in the rowboat? Ever seen The Birds?) The one biggest Notebook qualm I had was with a scene that's been in every romantic movie since the beginning of time when the chick - "If I could only find a man like that my whole life would make sense" - flick was created.
Quirky but handsome man says, "Dance with me."
Incredulous giggly beautiful sparkle head says, "What, here? But we haven't any music."
Boy says, "We'll make our own."
Then the lover's dance and strings from Romance Inc. swoop in from all around as they melt into each other's arms.
Please. I've seen that scene 20 gazillion times in 20 gazillion different movies and it never seems very romantic to me. Just once, I'd like to give the Romance Inc. guys a coffee break and let those idiots dance for like two minutes without any swooping strings. Then they'd both just kind of stop and feel awkward. Because you don't do that sort of thing unless you're equipped with a soundtrack or hallucinagens.
It's jut how I feel. Don't judge me, OK?
P.S. My favorite commercial ever is back on TV. It's that fantastic Nissan commercial where the slogan is: "Hard core just got harder. Core." It gets me every time.
Sorry. It is quite possible that this blog is quickly going downhill. Be polite guys. Don't say anything until I start using ALL CAPS and asterisks to cyberscream about how I WILL *NEVER* FIND TRUE LOVE and transcribing Kelly Clarkson lyrics because she's captured the way I *REALLY* feel with depth and tender insight. Yeah yeah. Since you've been gone...I'm so movin on...
Then you have permission to shoot me in the face. I'm counting on those of you with guns to save me from myself. (You know who you are...coughconservativecough)
Anyway,you had to read through all of that just to find out that I really have nothing to say. I'm only here because I have finally hit the bottom of the well of charm that is facebook. Perhaps I shall discuss my feelings about The Notebook
When I speak the title of that movie, most of the girls around me have a physical reaction. If they had blogs, that reaction would read like this: "Oooooooooooh, i *LOOOOVE* that movie." I finally sat down to watch it last week after much protest, being informed, "Caitlin, You're going to watch it and you're going to cry. It's soooooo romantic." Really, it wasn't a bad movie. Being dead inside, I couldn't muster a tear for the doomed lovers, but I've seen much worse. There were only a few places where I thought creative deaths would have been more entertaining than the makeout sessions that actually occurred. (Remember that romantic swan scene in the rowboat? Ever seen The Birds?) The one biggest Notebook qualm I had was with a scene that's been in every romantic movie since the beginning of time when the chick - "If I could only find a man like that my whole life would make sense" - flick was created.
Quirky but handsome man says, "Dance with me."
Incredulous giggly beautiful sparkle head says, "What, here? But we haven't any music."
Boy says, "We'll make our own."
Then the lover's dance and strings from Romance Inc. swoop in from all around as they melt into each other's arms.
Please. I've seen that scene 20 gazillion times in 20 gazillion different movies and it never seems very romantic to me. Just once, I'd like to give the Romance Inc. guys a coffee break and let those idiots dance for like two minutes without any swooping strings. Then they'd both just kind of stop and feel awkward. Because you don't do that sort of thing unless you're equipped with a soundtrack or hallucinagens.
It's jut how I feel. Don't judge me, OK?
P.S. My favorite commercial ever is back on TV. It's that fantastic Nissan commercial where the slogan is: "Hard core just got harder. Core." It gets me every time.
posted by Caitlin at 8:56 PM
1 Comments:
one time at big 9 i saw a couple dancing to no music. outside. in an open field. it was weird. i felt awkward.
perhaps they were drunk.
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