29 March 1999 ~ Getting the girl...

I am so happy! All these little things keep going right. My Spanish class played Spanish Battleship (which is regular Battleship, only you have to say the letters and numbers in Spanish), which wasn't too stressful... And then Mike and I went to Java Joe's for a game of Chess and a couple cans of Little Green Orangina Wannabes, where I came very close to whooping his ass (it was a stalemate, but I was totally winning for most of the game...) Then I got a newspaper from my hometown (woo! Alan's column!) and a package from my mom, including all my Christmas cards, which I made out, but never got to send. THEN "Ray of Light" was playing when I got to my room. THEN I got an email from Peter, with a link to -- no kidding -- his online journal...

I want to write - I want to draw - I want to watch art films and crochet - I want to take a long walk in the desert... I feel so creative and I realize I have to limit myself because I've got class in a couple of minutes. But somehow, all day, I've been feeling REALLY good.

I watched Chasing Amy last night -- I wrote an entry about it in the middle of the night, but decided it was REALLY too much drama for the average journal-browser to handle, so I deleted the link. However, I did think the movie was adorable and was very delighted with it until the end where I found out that nobody who should be together actually ends up together... Okay, I admit it - I didn't care about the lesbian chick -- I wanted the guy to hook up with his best friend, because the tension between them was painfully obvious to me... But of course, as my father would say, "nobody got the girl." Or the boy. That depressed me a little.

I love stupid romantic movies. I don't mean, like, Lifetime movies, although they can be okay once in awhile. I mean, I LOVE the scene in Ferris Bueller where Ferris yells out, "I love you too!" as he jumps over a fence, and his girlfriend whispers joyfully to herself, "he's going to marry me!" That scene right there made me absolutely determined to marry Matthew Broderick. Of course, he's with Sarah Jessica Whore-girl (er, Parker) now, so I guess my chances are shot... Oh, and according to urban legend (er, hometown legend...), Matthew Broderick is gay and within six degrees of me on Rachel's (really demented) six-degrees-of-sexual-separation-in-town chart... Oh well - I guess it's in my genes or something...

Oh, and I HATED "Object of my Affection," and I AM NOTHING LIKE JENNIFER ANISTON, THANK YOU!

Okay, I liked it a little... I like cheesey stupid crap once in awhile, I really do. I mean, I watched an entire season of Dawson's Creek. (The season finale was enough for me though, and I haven't watched it since, and if ANYONE emails me and tells me what's happening now, I will download mail-bomb software and have my way with you...) I ALWAYS like SOMEONE to get the girl! Maybe it's my own stupid paranoia that, in my life, no one WILL ever get the girl, or the boy, or live happily ever after...

But FUCK paranoia! I feel good today! And okay, so nobody got the girl, and nobody got the boy in Chasing Amy -- BUT! It was still cute, even if Amy is an evil name... *grin* And I've had my chess game for today, and my Little Green Orangina Wannabe, and now I'm ready to whoop some ass and write a love letter and maybe finish my play and bring about world peace...

And they all lived happily ever after...

Love,
Helena*

"Freud don't know DICK about women..." --Object of my Affection (and no, this quote has almost nothing to do with anything...)