Well I will be honest, and it can sound as cheesy as you want it to be. I watched “He’s just not that into you” and….it was..probably one of the top five movies I have ever seen. I love movies, watch them everyday and sometimes feel like I am lost in them, because I seriously…lose myself. So I take my “top movies” seriously lol. So be prepared, I may quote the movie alot, because if I could I would put the whole damn script in here. It doesn’t exactly make me think these things, it more…sparks old thoughts and feelings. Make me realize how I would love for things to be this way….true lo…well I will say true, anything really. Just tired of all the fake stuff in my life. I feel that guys and girls alike can learn from the movie, which was based off a book, like most good movies. Read the book if that’s your thing. “I may dissect each little thing and put myself out there so much but at least that means that I still care. Oh! You’ve think you won because women are expendable to you. You may not get hurt or make an ass of yourself that way but you don’t fall in love that way either. You have not won. You’re alone. I may do a lot of stupid shit but I’m still a lot closer to love than you are.” This was one of my favorite parts in the movie, because I think that’s how everyone should be, throwing themselves out there and no, not in a slutty way. I mean giving people chances, going for it, not holding back because his hair isn’t right or he doesn’t wear the right clothes or he isn’t really into the music your into. So what. What about every little thing else in the world? Why do people have to look alike or be in the same “group” as one another for it to be a green light for them to date? or to ”fall in love”? What about all the little things in life? What happened to just making each other happy? Having things in common and perfection is boring! The one thing that Justin Long’s character kept saying in the movie was “If a guy wants to date you, he will make it happen no matter what” and I believe in that 100%. Go and make it happen, don’t let your weakness be your lack of desire, let it eat you up. Try not to let anything stand in your way, which reminds me of another thing. “I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies.” This is another good quote, talking about how things have changed. It was so much better when we wrote notes, or had a simple phone number. Not emails. and myspace, and facebook, and cell phones, and text messaging and the other 20 ways we can connect to each other with laptops and web cams. It seems we slowly lose our spark( which is another thing I wanted to say about the movie) with each other, the real human connection. It’s hard to see emotion on computers or text messages. Even in handwriting you can notice emotion. The writing meant something then, when it took you physical movements to write out whatever feelings you wanted to say, which sometimes turned in to a 20 page letter than…well you write front and back and ends up being a 40 page letter that you wrote in 3 days….How about the nervous feeling you got when you were first calling someone, or for some of us, including me, the nervous feeling you got when you were to call some one’s house phone hoping it would be them or that they would at least be home. Then you were so nervous about that, when you get on the phone you have nothing to talk about, because for some reason all of a sudden, your mind wants to go blank. The real moments that we all felt, that didn’t require us to click a friend request and wait a couple days for them to respond and then type a couple lines on a computer and wait a couple days again, with no confrontation at all! What realism is behind that!? It’s not, the artof first love and love in general is dying. It says this about girls, “Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up: if a boy punches you he likes you, never try to trim your own bangs, and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. every movie we see, every story we’re told implores us to wait for it: the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. but sometimes we’re so focused on finding our happy ending we don’t learn how to read the signs. how to tell the ones who want us from the ones who don’t, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. and maybe a happy ending doesn’t include a guy, maybe it’s you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. maybe the happy ending is just moving on. or maybe the happy ending is this: knowing after all the unreturned phone calls and broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment… you never gave up hope.” Well I believe that, I mean really, I feel like I would write this and stand right behind it, but I feel like it should be girls and guys alike. I do love what it is saying, hope should never be lost, because when it all boils down, this is all we have. All the money, all the success, all the friends, all the things you have could be taken away from you, but you will always have hope, no matter what. I just feel like this isn’t coming out right, like it’s not flowing like normal :/ I also wanted to talk about how I never want to drink again. I did something extremely stupid last weekend. I went up to Salisbury and started drinking on Saturday night at the apartment and then ended up going over to a girl’s apartment. Well I was already drunk when we left, so when I got there…yeah. I went into the bathroom of a random roommate and wrote in toothpaste all over the mirror, and I mean ALL over the mirror, I (heart) U. Then they found it were extremely upset, I ended up leaving, walking randomly down the roads of Salisbury not knowing where I am going at 2 in the morning. Ok that’s the story, some of you might think it’s funny and yes it is a funny story if it wasn’t for whose apartment it was. I couldn’t tell you why i wrote that, or why I picked that to write? I have absolutely no idea, and it kills me. I actually wanted to get to know this girl, and because of alcohol this has messed something else up for me yet again. I got way too drunk and upset pretty much every single girl in that apartment that night and sure I wanted to just keep walking and get lost. I won’t get to hangout or know this girl because of something I did drunk, which really is a shame. I can never express how sorry I am for doing that, and writing that of all things, and messing up the bathroom of that roommate mostly. I was told the next day she was so upset she was crying. Seems some how some way, I mess it up. I won’t be drinking ever again that amount if at all. I know that doesn’t really go with the theme of what I’m writing, but it’s something I needed to get out and something I needed to write down, very sorry. I’m not going to keep writing because it’s just not coming out the way I think it should, this feels forced. I do love the movie, and I think you need to watch it. It shows you that happy endings can happen and that the world isn’t perfect and not everything can be a happy ending. It’s a great movie and a great story.