impy | Happy New Year and all that jazz.

So. Finally saw Garden State. All those who saw it and recommended it, even if not to me specifically, you have earned five extra "my opinion means something in regards to taste" points. I'd think of a wittier way to phrase that, but it's six in the damn morning. This is as witty as it gets, folks. :p Anyway. This means you get to recommend stuff and I don't get to look at you much like this: o_O even when I think you've gone off the deep end. You get these points very easily. We agree on something, usually movies, music, TV, or the sheer crappiness of something. You lose points a little less easily to account for some things just not being universal. But anyone who comes to the table wearing a "God Bless the Goddess, Lin for having Alyssa" button, they are permanently black listed. I'm sorry, but that's the way it goes. The line has been drawn. Back to the movie.

Any movie where you feel something gets a star. Extra super bonus points if the movie involves me liking Natalie Portman for what she actually does, not what I keep wishing she would. Namely, act and create a character you honestly like and don't just find cute. I always think I'll like her stuff more than I ever do. Except this time. It's like she coasted through for 97% of the movies I've seen her in, but this one she actually managed to shine all on her own and not just reflect what I wanted her to do, what I hoped she could be, or what other people were doing in the film.

Points for that. But the clincher would be hitting the freakin' nail on the head on what it's like when you're little [anything up til ten is little] and one of your parents is depressed, especially your mother. Frustration? Check. Anger that probably seems terribly misplaced to anyone not in your situation? Check. Inadvertantly crippling said parental unit for life? Well, no. But two outta three ain't bad. When you're a kid, you can't understand how the wonder of life, of you, of whatever isn't enough to make someone else happy. Especially when you're somehow aware that you seem like you should be enough to bring someone else happiness. So when they're not happy, it's all kinds of bad for you. Reason #908 I don't want to be a mom, but that's a whinge for another time.

And major points for not making me want to jump off a bridge at the end due to sadness, even if it's that, "I'm happy for fictional characters, why can't my life be like that, screwed up and all?" Yeah. But that might just be maturity visiting for a night. I can't be sure.

Overall, money well spent.

So. Big New Years Plans fell through. Talked to Ryan online for about two seconds before taking what was supposed to be a nap. I woke up two minutes before midnight [no. seriously.] turned the TV on, wished whatever morons were freaking out a happy new year, waited to see if anyone would call [Cass said she would, but if she did, no one told moi.] and then managed to pass out again. Sleep trumps '05 arriving. Oh well.

Random: Today I walked past the mirror in the hall and happened to look in. Dangerous, I know. Anyway, for the most part I think I've managed to look relatively the same for the past forever. But I looked in the mirror and I looked less like the mental image I carry around in my head. Older somehow. Very weird. Then I noticed the fact that my skin is revolting against winter and me for letting winter show it's nasty head this time of year, and I moved along rather quickly.

Also. The computer is spazzing, so I'm going to save this and slap it into the journal later, assuming my sweet loving computer doesn't go off the deep end. *cuddles it and is yes, laying it on a little thick*