Yet another movie ruined by Lord of the Rings

There are only a few movies that I will watch again if they make me cry. Well, three actually. Glory, Showgirls (don't ask), and Rudy. I was watching Rudy for the first time since I'd seen LotR. I love Rudy. It makes me want to do...well, do something. What that is I don't know. Anyway, I was happily watching Rudy (Sean Astin) when suddenly all I could hear was 'What's going on Mr. Frodo?!' I hung my head and sighed. LotR ruined another movie for me. It's greatness now overshadows previous loves. Rudy, the lovable, reliable, trusting wanna-be football player was now Sam, the lovable, reliable, trusting wanna-be lover (taking a personal view here) of Frodo. *bangs head on desk* Why?! WHY?!? Rudy has three independent tissue scenes [in case you're curious, it's when he gets into Notre Dame, when the final game roster all give up their spots to Rudy so he can play, and the last 5 min is a total bawl-fest]. It's a great sports movie for people who don't like sports. *double sigh* Tis a shame...

On an up note, I had a fabulous weekend with Barry. We went to the Stingray's Hockey game Saturday night. They lost in overtime. >_< At the game I heard the Cha Cha Slide, which made me miss Angie-chan so much it hurt. I miss you! And I still need your addy for those Brother Dear Brother and PGSM disks.

Other than that we putzed around and enjoyed hanging out. Time went by waaaay too fast.

In other news MY CELL PHONE IS GONE. My number no longer works. To get in touch with me you can use LJ, my hotmail addy, or morgan skye at gmail.com (made funky to keep away the spam bots).

I did not get the job at BAM, so screw them. I applied for night clerk at Target. *crosses fingers again* And the pattern repeats itself.

Yet another movie ruined by Lord of the Rings

There are only a few movies that I will watch again if they make me cry. Well, three actually. Glory, Showgirls (don't ask), and Rudy. I was watching Rudy for the first time since I'd seen LotR. I love Rudy. It makes me want to do...well, do something. What that is I don't know. Anyway, I was happily watching Rudy (Sean Astin) when suddenly all I could hear was 'What's going on Mr. Frodo?!' I hung my head and sighed. LotR ruined another movie for me. It's greatness now overshadows previous loves. Rudy, the lovable, reliable, trusting wanna-be football player was now Sam, the lovable, reliable, trusting wanna-be lover (taking a personal view here) of Frodo. *bangs head on desk* Why?! WHY?!? Rudy has three independent tissue scenes [in case you're curious, it's when he gets into Notre Dame, when the final game roster all give up their spots to Rudy so he can play, and the last 5 min is a total bawl-fest]. It's a great sports movie for people who don't like sports. *double sigh* Tis a shame...

On an up note, I had a fabulous weekend with Barry. We went to the Stingray's Hockey game Saturday night. They lost in overtime. >_< At the game I heard the Cha Cha Slide, which made me miss Angie-chan so much it hurt. I miss you! And I still need your addy for those Brother Dear Brother and PGSM disks.

Other than that we putzed around and enjoyed hanging out. Time went by waaaay too fast.

In other news MY CELL PHONE IS GONE. My number no longer works. To get in touch with me you can use LJ, my hotmail addy, or morgan skye at gmail.com (made funky to keep away the spam bots).

I did not get the job at BAM, so screw them. I applied for night clerk at Target. *crosses fingers again* And the pattern repeats itself.