Movies to sleep

Movies are amazing things. In a matter of a few hours, they can bring you from joy to tears and back again without ever affecting your life in any significant way. They mess with your emotions. It is ingenious. No wonder movies, and TV are used in propaganda. Last night, I watched Monsters Inc. (Awesome movie, Boo is the cutest thing ever, one day I will have one) One moment I am laughing, and the next I am almost in tears. There is edge of the seat excitement and... I am not sure. It is late and I am losing my train of thought. When I was in the shower this was sounding so awesome. Now, I think I am just half asleep and wanting to go to bed.

Movies just amaze me. The way they play with our emotions, it is like we are some sort of toys. At one point I was almost giggling because Boo is so cute, and at the end I almost started crying because Sully had to put her back into her room and shred the door.

Maybe I am just a sissy, but that is alright, I don't really mind. I think it just means that I am better able to enjoy movies. If I can experience such a wide range of emotions, that is pretty awesome. Just think of how many guys out there that think they are all tough, that they can't cry in movies. Or cry preiod for that matter. It is rather unfortunate. People these days need to get in touch with their feelings, this world is so cold. We need a little emotion in our lives that isn't anger or impatience.

I am quite happy to be in touch with mine. Sissy or not, I experience life much more fully than many people. I almost feel sorry for them. I still remember the first time I cried in a movie. Grade 2, at the end of "The Little Mermaid" when she is sailing away with her new husband and the mer-people are waving good-bye. I quickly made the comment that there was something in my eye and left the classroom. Even sitting at home watching Armageddon with my family I was brought to tears, and growing up in a society where it is bad for men to display that emotion, I left the room, dryed my eyes and returned. How sad is that? I have just come to this conclusion as I am writing this. It is amazing what strange and wonderful revelations come to one so early in the morning/late at night.

So I have decided, if a movie makes me cry, then so be it. I will cry. I don't have to justify my feelings to others. I will give them my reasoning, but i am certain that it may not sound right to them, as it does go against cultural norms. But I spit *ppt* on cultural norms. We don't need them anyway.

I miss Jo.

Only 12 more sleeps.

Spontaneous flowers work wonders for making Mama Bean feel special.

I love making Mama Bean feel special. (cause she is, she just doesn't realize it all the time, that is why I am around)

I love Jo.

I hate living in dorms.

I need privacy.

I want a cat when I move back to Calgary. If not, I will pretend I have one.

Kittens/Cats remind me of Jo.

Cute and cuddly one moment, Grown-up, intellectual and sophisticated the next. (that's why I love her)

I want to have a little gil like Boo.

Maybe I can suprise Mama Bean with other fun things before coming home. Just to get her excited to see me.

I am excited about seeing Jo. I miss her so much.

Talking to Mama Bean is the most specialist part of my day. I can't wait to get back and talk to her for hours and hours. I need to make up for all of our time apart.

Sometimes I get scared about her leaving.

Pawn shops are amazing places to buy fun things.

Bass guitars are sexy.

I want to learn how to play bass. (will that make me sexy?)

I now own a shirt and tie, and I look good. *smile* I am hoping Mama Bean thinks so anyway

I am in a giddy mood, though I think that the moment I lay down my head I will be asleep.

Good Nite

I love how these things always start off about one thing and end on another