Life's Mysteries

I tried to take a nap today, and I can no longer tell if I fell asleep or if I just laid there pretending. The parallel that it has to how I feel about life is quite depressing. Am I really doing anything that matters, or am I wasting away my days pretending? Some days I just don't know.

Why I should never be a movie critic

The first movie I ever cried during? The Titanic. I'd always teased my mom about pathetically dabbing at her tears during any movie with sad violin music, a romance plot, or anything remotely emotional, but as my thirteen year old self watched as Jack and Rose promised "I'll never let go!" something inside me broke, and I've never been the same. It seems that as time goes on, I've started tearing up more and more often, and it seems i have found a pattern. Heres a few examples in order:

The Green Mile

Saving Private Ryan

Forrest Gump

Toy Story Three

It seems that I cannot watch any Movie that Tom Hanks is in any way involved with without sobbing like a baby. What is it about that man that gets me so emotional? I'm just kidding, its just because those are THE BEST MOVIES OF ALL TIME. It also helps that Tom Hanks is an amazing actor.

Other movies that my tears have recenty been introduced to are:

Hachi: A Dog's Tail-Seriously. Crying Uncontrollably. Its rated G.

The Pianist- Its a holocaust movie. It is guaranteed I will cry.

Inception- Yes, I'm pathetic. BUT THAT ONE SCENE WAS SO EMOTIONAL

I Am Sam-T.T

Seven Pounds- Definitely a tear jerker.

In conclusion, I have deduced that I deem a movie "Great" If within the duration of the film I am reduced to a sobbing, quivering, blubbering mass of flavorless jello.

An Unwelcome Surprise.

Ah, the most awkward times in life...Your first crush, puberty, speaking in front of a class....AND HAVING A GIGANTOR HOLE IN YOUR PANTS THAT NO ONE TELLS YOU ABOUT. Yes, its trivial. Yes, its stupid. Yes, I made the hole sound bigger than it actually was. Here's the "hole" story. Haha, get it? Yes. You do.

I was in choir after lunch, when I happened to put my hand in my back pocket. I gracefully missed, and instead found a small-but kind of large hole right next to my pocket, just under where my shirt covered the top of my pants. Oh, the hole. That little monster. It just happens to show up right on the butt, not on the leg like on a normal pair of pants. Perfect. I briefly wondered how many people had seen it, and if they now thought i was a holey-pants slut..."She knows it's there...she just wants attention." I dismissed the dismal idea, realizing that I was sitting most of the day anyway.

Then I remembered the lunchtime track laps a friend and I had recently begun. I recalled with horror the stretches we had done before and after to warm, and how it must have been excessively obvious to my poor parter. I then pondered on how he must have been forced to try to avoid noticing the fact that my panties conveniently happened to match my shirt as I ran directly in front of him. I mean, he's in no way a pervert...but human nature is...(oh, wow thats embarrassing. Should i tell them? No, i should just ignore it and look away. Oh, oops. Im looking again. CANT LOOK AWAY. ಠ_ಠ) You know how it goes.