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All By Myself

I was rescued from a night that could have looked something quite like this by the voices of a few good friends, the warmth of fresh laundry, and a stern talking-to from my own self.


Scene: The movie theatre, watching the opening scene of Bridget Jones' Diary (sometime during Grade 12):

me: (whispering) Kim. If that is me when I am thirty, I give you permission to shoot me. Please, shoot me.
Kim: Are you kidding!? That is totally going to be me!


I'm not thirty yet, but it is strange to think back to being 16, and how completely impossible it seemed that my reality would ever be anything like Bridget's. Um, it's not so far off, some days. Ten years ago, I would not have predicted any of my current life.



And SPEAKING OF COLIN FIRTH! I really need to see The King's Speech. And I still want to see A Single Man from last year. I am sure both of them are quite good movies and warrant viewing even if I didn't have a soft spot for this dashing Brit.

I will laughingly admit that I once watched What a Girl Wants with my cousins, strictly for his role as father.


It's snowing out and I should eat dinner. Or is it too late for food?
That's all.

Comments

Mindy said…
It's never too late for food.
Ariana said…
You "laughingly admit" to having watched What a Girl Wants one time?

I OWN that movie.
Nadine said…
Um, I saw "What a Girl Wants" on the big screen. No shame. No regrets.

"I don't give a flying fart in space" is my favorite Colin Firth line. Maybe ever. Because I'm actually a 12-year-old boy.

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