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That's my sweetheart in there...

I swore I wasn't going to let it happen. I was so adamant that it wasn't going to happen! Oh well. It did, and really, I don't regret it. How can I regret being a girl. Still, I really didn't think I was going to do it.

I cried at The Notebook.

Shake your head arrogantly, and then listen.

I really wasn't going to cry. It wasn't magnificently acted. The lines were cheesy. The plot was predictable. Pretty much every cliche or stereotype in the book was somewhere in the length of the movie.
But they loved each other. And I guess that's why every girl cries (and a few guys, even if they're too stubborn to admit it).

I was told I wasn't really a girl until I had cried through The Notebook. At work, Red made plans for me to see it with Woody. He said I had to see it, and I had to have a man's shoulder to cry on-recommended Woody for the job. Woody said he'd be glad to have me cry on his shoulder, throughout which I insisted I wouldn't cry, but would watch the movie and see.
Of course, I didn't watch it with Woody. I don't think he's spent a night outside his house without being tipsy since 10th grade, if that. I watched it in my living room, with my mother asleep on the sofa and my brothers running in and out of the room to try and catch the "safe parts."
And so I had my cry by myself, perched on the edge of the sofa with just enough room between mom's feet and the ledge. She drifted sleepily through it, only catching bits and pieces when her eyes opened. I was biting down hard on my lip as the credits began when she said "In a way, that's me and your dad. He's sick right now, in the head. But I'm waiting for him."
And then I couldn't stop it anymore.

So you win, everybody. And I'm not sorry that you won. Its worth crying for, the waiting. The old man waiting for his wife's mind to come back, my mother waiting for her husband's heart to come back. There is nothing more heartbreaking and beautiful than waiting for someone you love.

Rashly revealing what most people will think is stupid

There's a few Hollywood couples that I really just love.
Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens I may love the very most.
I'll pause for you all to laugh at me and my foolishness.
Okay, finished?
Good, let me continue.
So, first of all, they are both physically perfect. LOOK at them! His blue eyes, her black beachy hair, his perfect abs, her pretty smile. Couldn't be much improved upon.
Second, they can both sing! and they can both dance! in real life! So they could really actually have a musical life.
Third, they found their soul mate early. And held on.
Fourth, they just look so freaking happy together! Every time they're photographed in public together (which is ridiculously often), they've got this little "haha, we don't care if you're all spying on us, we're in our own lovely worlds together and you don't bother us." look that seems so genuine!


Dang it, look at em!:




and the sweetest thing is, they came from this:


Just little kids discovering the acting world. As teenagers everywhere fell for them, they fell for each other. Kids thrown into a huge national spotlight after a surprise massive musical hit of innocent music and brightly colored costumes.

No, they didn't stay innocent. They've both had their run-ins (ahem, Vanesssa!!) with the dark side, with bad choices. But they've stuck together through the whole thing. Nearly five years later, and they're still close as can be.



Now I don't care if you HATED High School Musical and DESPISE Zac Efron, how can you not root for these guys? Making it through all the Hollywood insanity all these years, sticking together?
I'm cheering.

Have I convinced you yet? Well give it time. I'll keep working on it. You'll understand, someday.

But I didn't really want to...

It had been a long day of moody customers. A little girl had ordered a Brownie Tower of Temptation, even though her parents told her she wouldn't be able to finish it. She couldn't, and then bawled so loud the whole restaurant turned around. A man demanded seven lemons per drink. A little pack of boys stiffed me after their large pizza and sodas. the only thing I was really looking forward to was Ryan. He'd texted me and I was meeting him after work, we hadn't seen each other in over a week.

I sunk my cash to remit on Matt's table with all intention of letting him count it and then I'd leave. But no, of course not. As usual, he was paying close attention to my mood, and asked a question.
"Where are you going?" leave it up to Common Sense Matt to know I was going somewhere; I almost never go anywhere but home after work. I turned around and started up to go.
"To see this kid Ryan." I said.
"Hold up, get back in here!" he called after me. I knew then that he already knew what was going on. Matt knows these things somehow, that's why he's general manager. That's also why hes unofficial mentor/counselor/confidante for everyone in the restaurant. I only recently discovered this, for a long time I thought it was just with me. Matt has this uncanny way of understanding exactly what the situation is, and then finding the simplest, practicallist, most "duh" way of fixing it, that you would never have once thought of on your own.
"what?" I asked, but smiled to let him know he guessed.
"he likes you. you don't like him. right?" He asked. I nodded. No use asking how he figured it out; he just did.
"but your going out tonight at ten. you can't do that to him!" he said. I protested.
"sure I can. why can't I? I've told him we're just friends. its not like i'm lying to him. we're friends."
"does he really think that?"
"Well...he should." i answered. No, sending texts at night saying 'the moon is beautiful and i'm thinking of you' did not represent friendship in any way, shape, or form.
"beside the point. Guys like to chase. He thinks he's chasing you, and he hasn't won you yet, but he thinks he is. You're still going out places with him? He thinks he's gonna win." Matt told me. I sat down on the corner of his desk like I always do, ready to be helped.
"But i've told him I'm interested in only freindship."