The Notebook
Alright. Anyone who knows anything about me knows that I *hate* mushy, gooey, romance-infested chick movies. I'm just not a fan. I'm not a mushy romantic person.
So here it is, almost 5am, on my day off. I should be sleeping peacefully next to my husband (who, by the way, is doing a fantastic impression of a chainsaw right now), but what am I doing? Crying my freaking eyes out. And it's stupid, cause I watched that movie once before and said I'd never do it again. I cried my eyes out that time, too. Is there something wrong with me? Is my chemistry changing as I get older?
For those of you who wanted to know, the movie in question is Nicholas Sparks' "The Notebook." Oh yeah, if you've seen it, you know exactly what the hell I'm talking about. WORST MOVIE EVER. And you know, the only thing worse than that movie is "Suzanne's Diary for Nicholas." By the same author in case you're wondering. And if you haven't read it, I'm gonna go ahead and spoil it for you. Right now. Don't read any further if you don't want to be warned.
EVERYBODY DIES.
The end. Someone needs to tell Nicholas Sparks to take a flying leap.
So here I am at 5am. Can't sleep cause my eyes are so puffy. I even took a sleeping pill, and I still can't sleep. So I'm sitting at my computer, naked, hoping there's no one anywhere near my back yard, cause hey -- poor them and their eyeful right now. Stupid dumb chick movies.
I'm going to watch the Smurfs.
So here it is, almost 5am, on my day off. I should be sleeping peacefully next to my husband (who, by the way, is doing a fantastic impression of a chainsaw right now), but what am I doing? Crying my freaking eyes out. And it's stupid, cause I watched that movie once before and said I'd never do it again. I cried my eyes out that time, too. Is there something wrong with me? Is my chemistry changing as I get older?
For those of you who wanted to know, the movie in question is Nicholas Sparks' "The Notebook." Oh yeah, if you've seen it, you know exactly what the hell I'm talking about. WORST MOVIE EVER. And you know, the only thing worse than that movie is "Suzanne's Diary for Nicholas." By the same author in case you're wondering. And if you haven't read it, I'm gonna go ahead and spoil it for you. Right now. Don't read any further if you don't want to be warned.
EVERYBODY DIES.
The end. Someone needs to tell Nicholas Sparks to take a flying leap.
So here I am at 5am. Can't sleep cause my eyes are so puffy. I even took a sleeping pill, and I still can't sleep. So I'm sitting at my computer, naked, hoping there's no one anywhere near my back yard, cause hey -- poor them and their eyeful right now. Stupid dumb chick movies.
I'm going to watch the Smurfs.
posted by SevenHappyScrappers at 4:41 AM
1 Comments:
too funny Sara! I read the book, but I don't know if I have seen the movie, can't remember. I can't watch the beginning of Return to Me because I ball. I have to skip through until after the wife is dead, then the movie is great!
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