Anyway, I went shopping at Target, but the white swimsuit didn't fit at all: made the negaboobs all the more obvious, and it just looked kinda funny anyway. Got stuff for the face instead: acne wash, moisturizer, etc. Trying to do the clear, firm and lift thing.
Saw "Taking Lives". Amazed by how similar Angelina Jolie and I actually look. Okay, take away the boobs and the lips, and we have the same skin tone, the same basic build, the same eyes, the same hair, the same hands, the same facial structure (her cheek bones were, in the movie, a little more prominate than mine, but that could be make up and angles). We even speak similarly, a low and bizzare western-southern-English thing. We could definitely play sisters in a film, which would be beyond incredible. I think that might be a goal in life. I should write a screenplay and see if I can go about finding a way for her to get it, read it, love it (because my screenplays are actually good if I can forget I wrote them), and do it. Maybe even finance it... Ah, dreams.
I love Angie.
Anyway, the movie was good. Could have been better, I thought the editing was kind of shitty, it was smooth enough, but then it jumped awkwardly, and I don't know. Seemed a little disjointed, like the writer got bored and needed to end it because the Secret was out. I had it figured out from the beginning, but not surprising. It did make me jump and even scream out loud in one part (I think, of course, that could have been the lady behind me, or probably, both of us). I'm hoping to see Jersey Girl on Monday. Ah Ben... (swoon). Madly in love with him. Always have been. Since, I can't even remember when. Like him better without the goatee he's been sporking, though, but even with... oh, be still my heart. I melt every time he comes on tv for interviews. Not even because of how he looks. I just like his humor and what he has to say and everything, I guess. I'm smitten.
On a side note, Ethan Hawke has AWFUL teeth. He's just greasy. And did you see him at the premire? Seriously. Boy needs to gain about 20 pounds. Men should not have that prominent of cheek bones. He must be taking the Uma break-up really hard, though I think she's probably better off. Supposedly they're trying to reconcile. I wish them luck. But Ethan. Seriously. BRACES. You have enough money. No excuse.
I wish I could stop chewing on the inside of my lips. It's giving me wrinkles for one, and two, it's unattractive when cute guy in bus looks at me and I look like a demented camel.
In other news, I think my special studies advisor is going to kill me. Yes, Monday I am going to be killed by a 74 year old man named Don Robinson (don't quote me on the age) because I have yet to turn in the two chapters I owe him (largely because one isn't completely written yet). I'm just been exhausted and concerned with a mass of other work. Including interview prep. I interviewed for teach for america Friday. I think it went well, though not as well as I would have liked. We'll see. If I get a position, I'm hoping it's in Los Vegas. I've never been to Los Vegas, but it would be a new experience and is wicked close to home at the same time. Plus, I'm familiar with the southwest. It would be like going home.
Anyway, tomorrow will be spent largely working on that. I don't have any choice. Hopefully, I can get it in his box tomorrow night so he can get it Monday morning and it may not be as bad... but it will be. I'm such a slacker. I'm a pathetic, awful slacker.