Weekend

So Kevin and I recently added movie channels to our cable/internet/telephone bundle. More because Time Warner's offering a "free movies for a year" special, than for our burning desire to have a zillion channels available to us.
Never have I seen "You've Got Mail" playing on 8 channels at once before. Oh but it did. This weekend. RANDOM.
Last night, I found myself watching "Million Dollar Baby." Awesome show, but let me officially tell you that you should not watch it if you are the least bit emotional. I found myself hiding my face behind a pillow - much like I would do in a scary movie - waiting for the sadness to unfold. So tragic.

My brother's constantly telling me that I'm a movie-maker's dream. I feel all the emotions that I'm supposed to feel during movies, but in the most extreme way. When I watch a scary movie, I'm absolutely hide-my-face-scream-out-loud petrified. And then I spend the next few weeks/months/years feeling CERTAIN that a killer's living in my house, waiting for the exact right moment to get me. When I watch a sad movie, I get emotionally attached to the characters. And then I feel a loss when they die, and I do the red-face-eye-makeup-running sob cry when it's over with. It's what I do.

I should totally be a movie critic...