The Descendants.

Jesus, I pluck one sensitive nose hair out and I go into a fit of sneezing for an hour.

I just watched The Descendants, well, still finishing it. So George Clooney's cheating wife is dying and they're trying to sell a huge amount of land because of royalty something (?). I like how at the very end they make it about Hawaiian issues instead of what the movie was really about, which was the daughter, I think. If you saw the movie, you'd understand. Or maybe not.

This next part is me going to be me bragging a little bit, which I'm not really a fan of. Aside from how nice my teeth are, and I never had braces. But okay, bragging: I went to school in Hawai`i and studied Hawaiian culture and issues for a bit. The only way that anyone could understand 1/3 of the movie would be to know what is going on in Hawai`i and it's history. Judy Greer just started freaking out at the comatose wife! I thought she was gonna stab her or something! Shit just got real! Oh, it stopped.

Anywho, this movie was really great, I mostly understand what the story was supposed to be about, although the focus was as centered as an earthquake. My cats didn't really enjoy it, one of them slept through the whole thing, and the other watched me play with my phone for an hour.

I'm sure the movie didn't intend for me to have the following thoughts, but I was thinking about how I deal with issues, and usually it consists of me running away and disappearing until everything cools down, or forever, whichever one comes first. Then I thought about how many times I've wanted to run away from various things, and how many times I have run away. I mean, I'm really running out of places to go! If I actually followed through with just abandoning everything all the time, I'd have made a lot of sad enemies, and gathered quite a few frequent flyer miles.

"Flying on business?"

"No, I just make a lot of mistakes."

"Oh, well that's interesting!"

"It really is, I just left Connectic...."

"Well not too interesting, I'm gonna put my headphones back in and pretend I don't speak English"

This happens too often to me where I completely lose control of how emotions are processed and can't express them to the people I'm having difficulties with, and end up spewing them on strangers on airplanes or the neighbors' children when the parents aren't home.

That's enough of this ramble.

I love you like a love song, baby.