Hey dudes and dudettes~ Thought I would bless you with two whole posts in just one short week! Please try not to get used to the attention.
Mar and I saw Slumdog Millionaire tonight. Part of me really liked the movie. The story is compelling and it kept my attention throughout the 2 hours. But another part of me is completely depressed after seeing it. Not so much from the story, although parts of it ripped my heart out, but more from the depiction of the poverty and the slums. Really makes me appreciate the life I have. At the same time, as I mentioned, it made me completely depressed about my life and some aspects of it. I guess it must be a good movie if I am still thinking about it a few hours later. But really, who likes to think during and after movies? I mean, except my film major friend, Rosemary. (Who detested Mamma Mia by the way. Oy. Yes, I’m friends with a girl who loves Dumb and Dumber but hates Mamma Mia and refuses to watch The Sound of Music in its entirety! Who doesn’t love musicals?)
I’m looking forward to Sunday. Not for the Superbowl, although I may watch the ads, but for the episode of The Office following the game. Brice cringes when we watch The Office. Pretty much everything that Michael Scott (Steve Carell) says makes him squirm and feel embarrassed for the character. I try to tell him it’s “make believe”, but it doesn’t help. He’s so sensitive.
Well, darlings, this has been a fun Friday night date, but I’m not ready to go steady. Seeing each other sporadically (shout out to Clueless) is fine, but if I tell you when to expect to hear from me, it will take some of the excitement out of our relationblogship. I think you’re really special though.
Heart,
Lo
10/02/2009 at 7:52 pm Permalink
You didn’t mention being depressed about some aspects of your life. Sorry..tell me more…..love you, marlys
10/02/2009 at 10:20 pm Permalink
um, mom, now you sign your first name? nothing to talk about on the blog! everything is fine!
11/02/2009 at 4:10 pm Permalink
I’m still bummin’ over it. And I LOVE the awkwardness of Michael Scott.
11/02/2009 at 4:14 pm Permalink
I love his awkwardness too, Mar. Much better than the cringe inducing awkwardness in “He’s Just Not That Into You”.
11/02/2009 at 8:37 pm Permalink
I meant to write Mom–sorry!