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For I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

When I am home I have little to do but lie in a bed and think for hours. If ever I cease to think as endlessly as I do...

Well, I suppose I wouldn't be myself.

I just caught most of Head In The Clouds on the telly after some Enter The Dragon (Bruce Lee is teh shizzitz). It was okay. Far too... scattered, and somewhat disappointing... though the acting was above par in most instances. Most, anyway.

The plot went from interesting exposition to... well... boring. The ending was... uhm... abrupt. And shitty. Nearly thought provoking... but not really.

The only reason I mention it... is because I seem to catch a lot of these movies while I'm at home. They seem to while away the time while my mind whirls on away about something else.

And cheesy romances make my mind less thinky and more mushy, which, when I feel like I really just need to stop and just let things be... isn't really a bad thing.

Plus, it seems to me that some of my tales of romance could be made into cheesy movies if they were so... simplified.

It isn't exactly a pleasant thought.

*le sigh*

Comments

Does this mean I should write down my love life, turn down some of the sappy-ness, and forward it to you to make you less "thinky"?

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