In case you haven’t already heard, I sort of loved the movie 500 Days of Summer but also sort of hated it for its attempts at making me feel like my boyfriend doesn’t wear enough sweater vests and for my unexplainable secret desire to see the couple in it fail.
Other than the female lead being a coldhearted jerk, I couldn’t pinpoint anything specific that caused me to not feel much attachment to them, but this morning on the train, I realized that what made me roll my eyes about them was the elevator scene, shown here in the opening of the trailer:
The problem is that I’m jealous. This exact scene is the stuff of my emo, music-fanatic, high school dreams, and it’s never happened to me . . .
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I always click on your Examiner linky things, because I’m so charmed by your unfailing determination to write about whatever you want to write about with total disregard to public transportation. That veil’s so thin it could trap Atacama dew. I adore you for it.
Except I still hate you for saying you didn’t know anybody in the UK.
I maintain that I didn’t know it was a UK number! I know you! I talk about you ALL OF THE TIME. Tracey knows you by name and not just by one of your many LJ monikers!
Thank you for earning me my one cent per view and for, you know, NOT exposing me as a total fake who can’t stick to her topic. OH, WAIT.
I posted the Examiner link to my Facebook page because, quite simply, you are my hero.
Write on, Ett.
Whoa! You are truly a shining example of the best quote from TV’s best new show, “Glee”:
When you really believe in yourself, you don’t have to bring other people down.
When I make three whole dollars on Examiner today instead of my usual two, the credit goes to you.