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denelianmy dad dragged me to see Rent when it was in the theaters... it was right after Pete and i had broken up (which, obviously, we got over. right now - knock on wood - everything is wonderful)
so, my dad drags me, thinking "Musical. that'll cheer her up"
i started crying at the first note. really. i cried for the ENTIRE movie. strangely, it was THIS movie that convinced me to give Pete another chance. (my dad tried to get me to leave a couple of times. it was strange. but we both loved the movie)
so, anyway, two years later, Pete and i have been back together (we were only broken up for a short while. erm... and i have NO sense of time really, anymore). and i wanted him to watch it. we made this deal - if i watched 8 Mile, he would watch Rent.
i had the total satisfaction of seeing *HIM* cry. really... he doesn't like to show emotions, and it made me feel a LOT better to see him cry. plus, he GOT it.
he bought me both the movie and the soundtrack for my birthday. we watched it again (no, he didn't cry this time. although it was close for a couple of minutes at Angel's funueral). i canNOT stop listening. it makes me cry more. and i need to have something outside me make me cry, i'm too damned good at repressing. but...
i can't get how ANYone can watch this movie, and then vote for Prop8. i mean... Collins and Angel are so goddamned motherfucking cute, so sweet, so PERFECT.
Mimi and Roger are both straight, and they can't get their shit together until Mimi is DYING, where Angel and Collins pulled it together IMMEDIATELY, and they TOOK CARE OF EACH OTHER.
sorry, i'm going to go cry some more now.
there is this nationwide shortage of oxycodone (no i don't know why) my doctor was trying to switch me to Morphine, but i have FINALS - i canNOT take finals on a new and more fuck-with-me drug. so i am 40 pills short, so i am only taking 3 a day, instead of 4, and some of them are half doses... so if i am absent, thats why, i can barely move. so... crying.
"I'm not alone"
so, my dad drags me, thinking "Musical. that'll cheer her up"
i started crying at the first note. really. i cried for the ENTIRE movie. strangely, it was THIS movie that convinced me to give Pete another chance. (my dad tried to get me to leave a couple of times. it was strange. but we both loved the movie)
so, anyway, two years later, Pete and i have been back together (we were only broken up for a short while. erm... and i have NO sense of time really, anymore). and i wanted him to watch it. we made this deal - if i watched 8 Mile, he would watch Rent.
i had the total satisfaction of seeing *HIM* cry. really... he doesn't like to show emotions, and it made me feel a LOT better to see him cry. plus, he GOT it.
he bought me both the movie and the soundtrack for my birthday. we watched it again (no, he didn't cry this time. although it was close for a couple of minutes at Angel's funueral). i canNOT stop listening. it makes me cry more. and i need to have something outside me make me cry, i'm too damned good at repressing. but...
i can't get how ANYone can watch this movie, and then vote for Prop8. i mean... Collins and Angel are so goddamned motherfucking cute, so sweet, so PERFECT.
Mimi and Roger are both straight, and they can't get their shit together until Mimi is DYING, where Angel and Collins pulled it together IMMEDIATELY, and they TOOK CARE OF EACH OTHER.
sorry, i'm going to go cry some more now.
there is this nationwide shortage of oxycodone (no i don't know why) my doctor was trying to switch me to Morphine, but i have FINALS - i canNOT take finals on a new and more fuck-with-me drug. so i am 40 pills short, so i am only taking 3 a day, instead of 4, and some of them are half doses... so if i am absent, thats why, i can barely move. so... crying.
"I'm not alone"
