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For McMina

Love The Hard Way and The Go-Getter

Love The Hard Way is a wonderful movie.
A gritty black-noir-esque film that just oozes lust and a biting sort of bitterness. It's also so achingly sad, it's almost hurts to continue watching. I love it.
Adrien Brody and Charlotte Ayana are in it. And they have better chemistry than the Jolie-Pitts in Mr. And Mrs. Smith.
Even now, I can't get past Adrien Brody's delicate acting! It's just so amazing---you can actually see the uncertainty in his eyes when he waits for a girl that may not come. You can see the pain while his ex-lover becomes a prostitute. It's so mind-blowing, I don't even know why.
Charlotte Ayana's eyes just seem to pierce a hole through your skull while watching; ironically it's like the only bright thing portrayed in this movie.
The cinematography is gorgeous.
The ending, you'd expect it to be much more depressing, but (more of this irony) it's almost more lighthearted than half the movie.

The Go-Getter is much cuter, and lighter. Nothing to heart-wrenching.
Zooey Dechannel is great it it, and Lou Taylor Pucci gives off a Micheal-Cera-worthy awkwardness, that's not too over-the-top. The acting seems natural, the soundtrack is amazing, and Jena Malone makes the perfect piece de restistance.
The cinematography is also beautiful. Unlike Love The Hard Way, it portrays nature in a non-black-grit, delicate way.

Turns out both movies are on Youtube. Go watch em.
Correction: Love The Hard Way isn't really on Youtube. Only snippets of it. Fack.

I'm a freak

I am a freak. Balls.
I was walking along nonchalantly when suddenly, out-of-the-fucking-blue: "You're pigeon-footed."
???
Pigeon-toes, according to Mr. Webster, means a persons toes point in while walking/standing.
Yeah, I've been walking like that since I was two. What's the problem?
You're a freak.
There's not exactly a problem with walking like a pigeon only:
1. I go through shoes like McNoir with peoples' patience.
2. My ankles are weaker than my stomach acid.
3. I can hear my hip bones crack (which mean I'll probably have an artificial hip by age 29)
4. I'm (as everyone knows) clumsier than Fergie herself.
5. I have deformed feet.
6. I have fucked-up knees that most likely need surgery.
How depressing---no wonder I grew up like this. I always had a feeling that I was different. Blame the toes.
Now I'm going to sulk, return some calls, and eat my Zebra popcorn.

La Tazza and movie

It's honestly too fucking cold to be summer. My feets are blocks of ice.
Not the best day at school...nice to know I ended Freshman year on a wonderful note (let the sarcasm roll down my throat)
But afterschool made my day.
La Tazza with Carmina! I love La Tazza! The drinks, the atmoshphere, the people who work there...
Then back home where we watched Vicky Cristina Barcelona, which, by-the-by is fantastic. Penelope Cruz, Scarlett Johannsen, and Rebecca Hall are to die for. I adore Woody Allen.

No more chips. Really.
I ate probably my weight in Cheddar Lays and I feel like absolute shit right now. I feel like my body has had to much fat and is puking up pus-like layers of goo.
Math Final tomorrow. Urgh.
I hope it did well in English today.
And, as for mon examen de francais today, let's pray to the euphemism God.
School's out.
Bastard weather lately.
New word: saudade (Portuguese, I think. It sums up my life quite perfectly for one word, I suppose)
La Tazza with Carmina and hopefully Ann tomorrow! I absolutely can't wait! I'm craving avocadoes and blended lattes.