See what I mean, dream world seems so much better than reality. I have just done a small Meg Ryan movie-a-thon, I first watched French Kiss and followed that up by watching You've Got Mail. I had never seen You've Got Mail, which I think is just an absolute sin for someone like me. I found it so absolutely wonderful. And yes, I did cry at the end. I always cry at the end. Either that or I have a creepy smile on my face because I am so happy for these fictional characters. But then, when I walk out the door into reality, I hate the unromantic world. Oh what is life.
Don't know why I wish my life was like a movie. Probably just because their hair is never out of place, their make-up is flawless and they always have the perfect thing to say.
I think my life is anything but movie magical. I mean, frizz is a thing I deal with on the daily, make-up, uh let's not go there....one side of my eyeliner is thicker than the other, or the winged-eye flick is more of a flop. And I am constantly stumbling over words or stumbling over my feet....me and gravity, still working on that.
But at the end of the day, I love these movies. They make my heart glow, like "da-dahhhhhhhhh!!" *jazz hands*
I probably spend too much of my time over analyzing things the male specimen have said to me. Spent too many days thinking was that wave a "Hey friend" or a "Heyy friend". I think and rethink things until I make myself want to crawl into a hole. WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF?? Some people make things look so easy, I just feel like uhm, is there a handbook or tutorial on how to deal with my heart mixing with my head. Wouldn't that be easy. Turn to page 427 to learn "how to give a perfect laugh".
Oh incase you are wondering. No there is no love interest at this point and time. I just am saying that even when I talk to someone who I find remotely attractive I tend to spin things out of control. This is why I am majoring in psychology, people..because I spend far to much time concerned with what I should have said or what they probably think of me. Don't know why. Don't know why. I DON'T KNOW.
And lastly. Just a little side note. Why is it, when I actually try to look good for the day, the guy I am trying to impress decides that is the day NOT TO GO TO CLASS. UHHHHGGHHHHGHG.
I think that happens every time.
Basically. I just would like to say that rom-com's are on a love/hate relationship with me....mostly love, but sometimes hate...which is when I decide to eat