Last night when Q was over, we were talking about movies that made us cry.[I forget which one he said that started it. It was something weird though. Men.]
My response was that, although I most def have cried during movies before, I couldn't think of any. Books, on the other hand....All the time. If you had seen me after I read My Sister's Keeper*, you would have thought I had a family member who died. It felt as if I had a family member die.
*THAT'S a movie that made me cry. Man. Half of that was disappointment though. They changed the ending, which is unforgivable. And Caroline was crying too. You should have seen us both walking to the car afterwards crying our eyes out. It was one of those good cleansing cries. Best part? All of the people oogling at us.
**Oh, and Valentine's Day as well. That one was half what was going on with my life and half about how much that movie sucked. Who am I kidding? It was mostly about how that movie sucked.
You know how when you say that you never do something, it bites you in the butt? Yeah. That was me in our living room today.
Last night, I was going through our new movie channels [New movie channels! Whooo!], and I decided to record that crappy movie that Miley Cyrus was in, The Last Song. I've been craving a good chick flick. [Hah. Good chick flick.] Somehow, it slipped my mind that it was a Nicolas Sparks movie.
[I know. What an amateur mistake!]
Today, as I was starting my chem homework, I decided to listen to it as I worked. It'd be a good background thing, right?
Within an hour, I was reduced to a slobbery, blubbery mess. Don't get me wrong; it had the worst acting ever. But man, when that little kid started getting upset? I lost it. I cried for the last half hour of the movie. [I'll be dehydrated for days.]
My mom walked in at the end and fussed at me for not working on my homework, and I was just like, "I'm...sniffle....sorry...! I got...sniffle sniffle...a little distracted...sniffle..."
[There's no lying at that point. I can't say, "Sorry mom, my chem homework is making me cry like a little baby, so I took a break to watch this horribly sad movie."]
[Wait. I actually think that could be plausible. It wouldn't be the first time chem made me cry. ...Or the fourth...]
Thank god I did though. Now, as I'm finishing my chem homework [4 hours and 11 questions down, 14 to go...], it is quite possible that I'm too dehydrated to cry anymore.
But who knows. If anything can milk anymore tears out of me, chemistry is just the thing to do it.
May the force be with y'all.