Sorry. Hi. I was thinking “Good morning” and that’s what came out instead.
Not my standard greeting; I know. I blame Daylight Savings Time. Also the fact that I finished reading “The Fault in Our Stars” last night and am still all cathected over it. But we’ll talk about that tomorrow. *sniffle.* I’m not nearly awake enough to handle an intelligent conversation about love and mortality and life and family and our place in the universe at the moment. *sniffle, snuffle.* I’ll just try to stop being an emotional wreck and prop my eyelids open long enough to pretend my life is a movie for a minute, ok? Ok. Last week, I:
- Talked about wish fulfillment, and;
- The power of carefully chosen words, and;
- Really awesome dance moves
So, last week, my life as a movie was “Can’t Buy Me Love”
No, really. Because Patrick Dempsey’s character wishes for popularity more than anything; because he and Amanda Peterson’s character begin to truly trust each other and fall in love when they talk about poetry and because there’s, you know, this scene:
80s fashion and the original flash mob and the African Anteater Ritual … I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling more awake already. Happy Monday all!