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(no subject) [Jun. 28th, 2006|07:50 am]
Movie Theory

I forgot all about this community - exactly what I need right now!

I'm stuck in a horrible romantic comedy where you KNOW the two main characters are supposed to be together and you WANT the two main characters to be together, but one keeps saying no to the other's requests. I'm afraid the rest of my life is going to be like watching that gut wrenching scene where the shot-down, heartbroken character doesn't know quite what to say and the audience keeps screaming at the screen "YOU'RE FUCKING THIS ALL UP!".
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Movie Theory may be a trap ... [Jun. 26th, 2006|10:43 pm]
Movie Theory
[mood |contemplativecontemplative]

I'm the loveable character that can never get things quite right ... is this an excuse to constantly fuck up my life?
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looookeeet! I'm posting! [Dec. 11th, 2004|05:48 am]
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I thought you guys would enjoy this.

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(no subject) [Oct. 24th, 2004|02:46 am]
Movie Theory
[mood |sympatheticsomewhere.]

maybe it's just too easy to question one's life on nights like this.

even when i leave with this happy sort of sense. not needing to be made up, 'cause there is not anyone i want to impress. so in love, or whatever.

it's so easy to get flooded with scripted coincidences.
so easy to want a happy ending--an ending as more important than happiness.

"call me when you want to." such a loaded request, but it does deliver an honest answer.
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a movie moment taken from my lj. [Aug. 10th, 2004|07:45 pm]
Movie Theory
like a drive home on john deere road, the parts where diners and super-marts fade into nothing. only your headlights guide your way, and you feel as if on some country highway. wind against a window frame sounds like helicopters above. night ones, black, only given away by sound. following you down the road. "driving too fast?" logic asks. there are no helicopters, but you have never heard that sound before. still driving on a set design. still going 50mph, the speed limit seems too fast. think a cigarette might calm you down. light it. think you see a cop, but it was only the flame reflecing in the rearview. you hate those adjustable lighters. why don't you just invest in a bic? but this is the one a poor, old, black man gave you in chicago when you asked for a light. he had an extra, but still you felt guilty for taking it. he insisted. the curve sign passes by, you're almost home, and the road looks familiar. your foot itches. think about what you would say if you got pulled over for your missing break light. "i'm just tired, officer, go ahead and breathalize me." but knowing you, you would accidently say "ossifer," even though you are not drunk--at all. turn to go down the big hill. almost forget about the stoplight on the way. notice it is green and stays green. until you can no longer see it behind you. green light at the bottom of the hill. big hill. foot still itches. think about leaning down to itch, but a car comes perpendicular. good thing you didn't itch. light goes yellow. sit at the line, disappointed. realize the script was written for you to itch your foot at the red light. perfect. tame the itch. light turns green, but the bridge is so long. smoke again, out of paranoia. only a fourth of the cigarette is gone before you pull into the driveway. home.
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