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impyI've been catching up on my Netflix movies, partly because I scaled back on my account due to the price hike and the fact that unless I'm watching a TV show, I do not need this many discs at once. I just lose them. Case in point? The disc they sent after I changed my settings to eliminate the third disc? Lost it already. It's been here two days and I lost it! What the hell?
Anyway, this means movies! First was Confessions of a Shopaholic which was just as adorable as I'd been told it would be. It's one of those movies I want to curl up inside of and stay there, exploring everything because it's fun and fluffy and cute and... you get the idea. Today brought us Julie & Julia and I have to say that being an incredibly picky eater (sadly, I'm less picky today than I used to be, but that's neither here nor there) means that I'm probably the only person on the planet who saw, and loved the film, but did not immediately want to eat my way through a menu of fantastic food.
I would, however, like to know where one goes to find a love affair like Paul and Julia because that, that I would like. I... might've cried. A bit. A tad.
J&J is another I would like to curl up in and just have it go on and on forever. Or at least a little longer. If you're slower on the movie uptake than I am, I do recommend both. ♥
While watching J&J, I started to clean a bit. I was thwarted by the realization that I'd actually have to go through some of these things and decide whether I was going to keep them or throw them out after all. I found my old Powerpuff Girls watch, but it had started to dissolve (...ew) so that went buh-bye sadly. Some boxes from purchases I wanted to keep when I bought them but no longer want now are waiting for me to cart them downstairs. I have old issues of Previews that I'm going to check and make sure they don't include any little strips like when they'd include Oh! My Goddess bits. Then I promised Widget he could look through 'em and I think they're bound for the recycle bin finally. I'm not sure why I kept them, but I did. Completest tendencies and all, I guess.
I also found, in the Delia*s box, Cassandra's razorblades that I took from her the last time I found her cutting. I don't know why I didn't throw them out, but I think it's because it wasn't trash day and I didn't trust her not to go digging through the trash after them, but if I hid them, and hid them well, she'd have a much harder time finding them. Or perhaps that's a little too much logic for what was surely a 3am decision fueled on the heels of a possible, and quite probable, fight.
It was a big thing, taking them from her. I don't recall if I made a big deal about it or if I quietly slipped them away when she wasn't paying attention. I do remember wishing that it was as simple as taking them away but knowing that it wasn't. Over my head, y'know. Completely. Still am, in that regard. It's funny, because you think for sure you'll have mastered certain things, but no. You just wing it and pray you'll never actually have to master it.
Of course, if you were looking at your textbook examples back then of which of the two of us would be more likely, I think I'd ping people's meters before she did, simply because when Cass is unhappy, everyone knows. It is a production and a thing and at the time you figured it was the one not saying a thing, right? (At the time, here, you did.) Also long sleeves and a propensity for black and a lack o' smile 90% of the time... there are assumptions made.
I wrapped them carefully and threw the little container away. I will not mention this to her because I'm not stupid and I still have this picture in my head of the day she finally came clean and having to bandage her up and I do not do well with blood and the look on her face...
I will keep her old love letters from the ex we do not speak about except for me to wonder why, oh why, she keeps inviting him in. I will keep her 15 year old poetry, and the dream catcher, and the gift her father brought back and whatever else is somewhere in my room. But I will not keep this anymore.
I love Halloween. I really, truly do. But this year I have no spark for it. I keep waiting and it keeps not being there. I try to kindle it and I get very, very little. I'm unsure if it's the lack of Dad, the unsettledness over my uncle's death and the ensuing annoyance/anger towards that side of the family, or something else entirely.
So I babble about cute things and snuggle the cat and wish til things are better, or feel better.
Anyway, this means movies! First was Confessions of a Shopaholic which was just as adorable as I'd been told it would be. It's one of those movies I want to curl up inside of and stay there, exploring everything because it's fun and fluffy and cute and... you get the idea. Today brought us Julie & Julia and I have to say that being an incredibly picky eater (sadly, I'm less picky today than I used to be, but that's neither here nor there) means that I'm probably the only person on the planet who saw, and loved the film, but did not immediately want to eat my way through a menu of fantastic food.
I would, however, like to know where one goes to find a love affair like Paul and Julia because that, that I would like. I... might've cried. A bit. A tad.
J&J is another I would like to curl up in and just have it go on and on forever. Or at least a little longer. If you're slower on the movie uptake than I am, I do recommend both. ♥
While watching J&J, I started to clean a bit. I was thwarted by the realization that I'd actually have to go through some of these things and decide whether I was going to keep them or throw them out after all. I found my old Powerpuff Girls watch, but it had started to dissolve (...ew) so that went buh-bye sadly. Some boxes from purchases I wanted to keep when I bought them but no longer want now are waiting for me to cart them downstairs. I have old issues of Previews that I'm going to check and make sure they don't include any little strips like when they'd include Oh! My Goddess bits. Then I promised Widget he could look through 'em and I think they're bound for the recycle bin finally. I'm not sure why I kept them, but I did. Completest tendencies and all, I guess.
I also found, in the Delia*s box, Cassandra's razorblades that I took from her the last time I found her cutting. I don't know why I didn't throw them out, but I think it's because it wasn't trash day and I didn't trust her not to go digging through the trash after them, but if I hid them, and hid them well, she'd have a much harder time finding them. Or perhaps that's a little too much logic for what was surely a 3am decision fueled on the heels of a possible, and quite probable, fight.
It was a big thing, taking them from her. I don't recall if I made a big deal about it or if I quietly slipped them away when she wasn't paying attention. I do remember wishing that it was as simple as taking them away but knowing that it wasn't. Over my head, y'know. Completely. Still am, in that regard. It's funny, because you think for sure you'll have mastered certain things, but no. You just wing it and pray you'll never actually have to master it.
Of course, if you were looking at your textbook examples back then of which of the two of us would be more likely, I think I'd ping people's meters before she did, simply because when Cass is unhappy, everyone knows. It is a production and a thing and at the time you figured it was the one not saying a thing, right? (At the time, here, you did.) Also long sleeves and a propensity for black and a lack o' smile 90% of the time... there are assumptions made.
I wrapped them carefully and threw the little container away. I will not mention this to her because I'm not stupid and I still have this picture in my head of the day she finally came clean and having to bandage her up and I do not do well with blood and the look on her face...
I will keep her old love letters from the ex we do not speak about except for me to wonder why, oh why, she keeps inviting him in. I will keep her 15 year old poetry, and the dream catcher, and the gift her father brought back and whatever else is somewhere in my room. But I will not keep this anymore.
I love Halloween. I really, truly do. But this year I have no spark for it. I keep waiting and it keeps not being there. I try to kindle it and I get very, very little. I'm unsure if it's the lack of Dad, the unsettledness over my uncle's death and the ensuing annoyance/anger towards that side of the family, or something else entirely.
So I babble about cute things and snuggle the cat and wish til things are better, or feel better.
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Date: 2011-10-11 01:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-12 06:52 pm (UTC)Sadly waiting has never been my strong suit. :p