dudes. i am in some sort of hella weird funk today. been feeling kinda shady and off kilter all day, no instigators, no upsetting events, nada. everything's been same old, fly ass fun chicago summer. but today. . .
well, work's been the same old but that's no biggie. my emotions have been put on hold for a while and maybe they're just drained and in need of a good recharging, who knows. but i bailed on volleyball tonight to come straight home after work and just veg out solo for a night, get back to my me time since it's been a while since i've had a quality date night with myself. so i made some green tea (sticking away from pomegranate after my styro cup at work exploded all over my shirt earlier today, that was fun. . .). took one of my calm me down anxiety pills. cuddled with some cats. and popped in chronicles of narnia sequel, prince caspian.
and jesus. not only is prince caspian smoking hot (took away attention from the cute underager peter at least), but i frickin teared up at the end. it's a kids movie! the good guys win! they save narnia! why on earth would i, a 26 year old cynic, tear up?? well, these kids got to escape their harsh reality of the subway and teenage hell to lead a fantasy life in another world. and for 2.5 hours, i was with them--or at least watching them. and then just like that, snap. back to reality. them and me. and susan barely got to lock lips with caspian, bogus. but in all actuality, i think the fact that the movie closed with regina spektor's "the call" swelling at the end of the flick had much more to do with anything else.
that woman. . . she can sing. and she can evoke some mad girly emotions, i tell you. i try to supress that shit like nobody's business and hawk it up to being indestructable and independent. but damn, as soon as she starts crooning about "no need to say goodbye," and blah blah. . . damn her. i hear she has a new album out, i've heard mixed reviews about her single so i'm waiting to check it until it's officially released.
bleh. last time i teared up at a movie it wasn't regina on the soundtrack though, it was biggie and whitesnake. notorious and the wrestler. goddamn, i have weird tastes in tearjerkers. show me the notebook. fried green tomatoes. titanic. dry faced. but a dead rapper? wrestler? kids going back home and leaving their friendly lion pal? bust out the kleenex for this girl, stat.
on that note, i think it's probz a good idea for me to turn in and get caught up on some z's (before midnight for once!) before i do something drastic and go on a regina downloading spree and angst myself back to highschoolsmalltownlonelyhood.
man, if i fall asleep now maybe i'll luck out enough to check me some caspian lover action in jodi dreamworld. . . that may not be so bad.
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