7-Jun-2006

Why did no one tell me that "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" is the saddest movie ever?  I feel a bit betrayed - I was always the type to giggle at "Beaches," or "Fried Green Tomatoes," but this is the chick flick from Hell.  Had I known, I might have opted for the traditional Monday night "SVU," but no such luck.  The damage has been done.  As once suspected, I do have emotions, and said emotions kept my tear ducts in business all night long.

In other news, the script is now safely in the hands of H-Berts and G-Money.  Done and done.  I love checking items off my to-do list, although today hasn't been quite as productive as I might have liked.  Part of this lack of productivity was due to the fact that, walking back from lunch, I recalled an essay I once had to write addressing the issue of whether or not America was, in fact, a democracy.  And I stopped dead in my tracks - I could not, for the life of me, recall why I would have done such a thing.  Surely it was not of my own volition - I'm not the type to go around arguing political theories, although I'll discuss GO till the sun comes up - no, this must have been for a class.  And it's not the kind of thing my high school would have assigned.  So I hurried back to my computer, logged on to Vanderbilt's poli sci department, and lo and behold, recognized the name of the professor and remembered taking the class.  Poli Sci 100.  The prof had distractingly large ears and an ego to match.  These are the kinds of things, whole classes forgotten, that bother my memory, which is as control-freakish as the rest of me.  I must have had one of those dreams last night where I was still in college and had forgotten to study for a test. 

But, for the record, I did think America was a democracy.  How sweet of me.