These things remind me of

Christel sent AJ, MT and me a Gilmore Girls fanvid of Rory and Dean because MT's been having Gilmore Girls marathons for a while now, and I'm almost done with Dark Angel so I'm gonna start with Gilmore Girls. Don't judge me, I'm pretty sure they're both legal in those.

ANYWAY.

When we first watched Gilmore Girls, my sister and I kinda sorta crushed on Dean. From his very first appearance on screen. She said, "Huh. This Dean is kinda cute." and I said, "Yep. Uh-huh." Since then, an episode without Dean was made of fail. Little did we know, so were we.

Because when Gilmore Girls returned for season 2 (or maybe it was 3, I cant really tell, it was a century ago), my sister said, "Oh noes! It's a different Dean!" and I said, "Oh noes! It is!" I have no idea why we thought it was a different guy. Was it the hair? Did he grow taller? I don't know. I just know we spent quite some time mourning the loss of the "cute Dean from the beginning". Because that one was, like, way prettier than the new one. I don't even know.

When we fail, we fail like a family, I guess.

So I was re-watching the first two episodes last night and I don't think my poor old heart can take it.
P.S. He may have been 17 at the time. *facepalm*

Yes, you

I love you.

For oft, when on my couch I lie / In vacant or in pensive mood

"Daffodils" (1804)

I wander'd lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

Wish I was too dead to cry

I wish I could talk about everything that's on my mind and in my heart but I can't. It just makes me wanna cry.
If you've noticed my gmail status says Busy all the time, it's just because I don't have it in me to talk right now.
I read your posts. I just don't really feel like interacting.
Instead, I'm just watching How I met your mother and ignoring the world.

I miss my hair

You can't always get what you want

Dear movie theatres in Osijek!

The both of you suck ass. I hate you. GIVE ME FRIDAY THE 13TH! I was promised Jared Padalecki on April 2nd months ago. You, apparently, do not deliver.

Oh and did you know that IMDb says it should've been here on FEBRUARY 26TH? Yeah, NO.

I just want to go to a theatre all alone, sit at a perfect spot with a huge bag of popcorn in my hand, maybe some pumpkin seeds just for the hell of it, and watch Jared Padalecki breathe wearing that T-shirt. Is that too much to ask?

Not only did I not get to see it when the rest of the world did, now I can't see it when Zagreb can? Instead, we get Inkheart, Duplicity, and Monsters vs. Aliens. Brendan Fraser. SERIOUSLY?!

DIAF, theatres in Osijek. Literally.

Kris

Nothing left to lift me up