Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Last night I stayed up watching a movie on Lifetime. Homeless to Harvard, something like that. Starring Thora Birch? I should have known better. I did know better. I knew I'd probably end up crying, with puffy eyes and a pile of tissues next to me. But I watched it anyways. Christopher would pop his head around the corner, into the room off and on, just to make sure I wasn't drowning in a self-made pond of tears. My hormones have kicked in full throttle, and it looks like its going to be a bumpy 7-8 months. I cried for probably an hour. What a good movie though. I could connect with the character in a few ways, but not nearly on the same level. If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it. But make sure you watch it with a big box of Kleenex, or ghetto-style roll of toilet paper. Ghetto-style is my tissue of choice. And when I'm done blowing my nose, I stuff the crumpled up balls of tissue inside the cardboard tube in the middle of the roll of toilet paper. Does anyone else do that? Its so tacky. I used to get chronic sinus infections when I was a kid, so I was always carrying around toilet paper with me, with nowhere to toss my "snot rags", as my mom would call them. Gross. I'm going to have to try really hard not to call them that while my kids are growing up.
So in conclusion. The only show I should be allowed to watch on Lifetime, is Still Standing. Everything else will make me sob.