"Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?"
- The Time Traveller's Wife
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Went to town and watched The Time Traveller's Wife this evening with Wenloong.
In the middle of the movie, people started sobbing at the front of the cinema.
I didn't cry. (cue for Wenloong to go: "...What?! You didn't cry? What're you- some cold hard bitch?!")
I liked the movie, a lot, but it made me think strange and far-off thoughts that made me feel funny inside.
"I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks, I work until I'm tired.
I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter.
Everything seems simple until you think about it.
Why is love intensified by absence? "
I enjoyed the show, though. I think I just love theatres and cinemas in general. There's just something about all that darkness, and soft seats, and lush faux velvet, and the smell of seven dollar popcorn.
Walked over to Wheelock with Wenloong after the show ended, and attempted to film our own talkshow. EPIC. FAIL. I don't want to talk about it. Spent the rest of the time browsing between shelves and misquoting movie references at each other and generally being stupid.
WL: "Oh, wow. 7:35 already? Time flies."
Both: *glance at each other*
Both, in uncanny unison: ...No...time travels!
Cara: *heavy sigh* I'm doing Gorbachev tonight.
WL (non-History kid): o_O What? You're doing who?
Cara: *distractedly* ...Gorbachev. Uh...white man.
WL: O_O
WL: What would you say to me........having a career...in singing??
Cara: Hm. I think. You should be a singer in a rap video.
WL: But rappers don't sing.
Cara: Zackly.
...Thanks for a nice evening, Woondeh Warhol.
We're not so different, you and I.
And now- Gorbachev calls.
And then time to talk with the timetraveller himself.
I want her to eat again, and I want him to be here again, and I want them to learn how to breathe again.
Curl up.
I'd like to curl up and sleep till November.