so today i was sitting there behind the registration counter in my white shirt, black pants and mom's probably-vintage-by-now-brunomaglis feeling all morose because i was thinking about heath-heartthrob-ledger): i received the terrible news on the tube in london, reading "the metro" over a stranger's shoulder and at first i thought (or hoped) that it was a hoax. and even now i cant believe he's gone. he was so young! and goodlooking! and talented! sighh BOMBS, REMEMBER OUR FAILED ATTEMPT TO WATCH BROKEBACK? )): ohh tragedy. (if love is tragic, then give me tragedy. p.s. chups how did you know it was me?!)
MOVING ON, today i caught my first chickflick in forever and it was AWESOME. like a to the w to the e to the whateveryouprobablydontcare but it really was amazing! it was funny ,it was sad, i felt like kicking the antagonist at times and swooning over jamesmarsden cos he's just so darn cute. speaking of which, when jamesmarsden first appeared on screen sam was like why is he so free, can act in so many movies... and i was like sam, he's an actor. IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED 27 DRESSES YET, GO WATCH IT NOW!