I've watched The Dark Knight three times in the past two days, and I cannot get enough of that movie. I'm not your typical girl - I love action movies over romantic films any day of the week. But ironically, as much as I enjoy the fights and explosions, I'd have to say my favorite part of the whole movie is when Bruce and Rachel are in his penthouse, talking about the day Batman ceases to be needed.
"You always said that the day Batman was no longer needed was the day we could be together."
"Oh, Bruce..."
"Did you mean it?"
"Yes."
The kiss that follows that miniscule dialogue is the most love-filled, most pure kiss I've ever seen, and I hope to someday find love like that.
But for an in-the-moment update, I finally stopped loathing my home for a whole five hours last night.
Alex Gray picked me up for racquetball practice, and she had a CD in that I made for her about 10 months ago. That's dedication. We rocked out to some old favorites (that will actually never get old) and caught up on little things. She's got such a warm heart and I love being around her. Any inhibitions I had about being home for such a long time were completely erased because of her. Practice in itself was also fun, because I hadn't gotten to play since March (nationals) and racquetball was the only true sport I could not only tolerate, but enjoy. I loved getting to see other players and the coaches, and catching up with them. Sometimes it's fun to go back in time.
After racquetball Brit, her friend Erica from Truman, and Nikki came and got me to go bowling at Crestwood. Also a time travel, considering I was on the school's league for two years and that's where we would go to practice. I had so much fun with them, not to mention we were the only sober lane there, so we had fun listening to the havoc created by the other 29 lanes. Being in a good mood after a four day funk of melancholy was like a breath of fresh air, and I managed to bowl a 176 and a 160.
The strange part about the night, though, was that there was a man I was strangely attracted to at the alley. He must have been 27 or so. I really couldn't explain it; he wasn't in shape, he was slightly balding, and he wasn't over the top good looking, but I just could not stop staring at him. Glad I was sober though, because my crazy ass probably would have gotten his number.
Today I finally slept in, for I figured out I couldn't sleep because I was freezing. I decided to sleep in a hoodie last night and that made all the different. Instead of waking up at 7:30, I woke up at 11:30. Glad I figured it out.
I'm going to lift a little until my mom gets home with the car, and then I'll probably head up to school to visit some teachers and pick up my brother. Then off to the mall with Nikki to get some serious Christmas shopping done.
26 days...
very soon, i'd like to read, "a trip with ashley to [insert imminent place name] was also very much enjoyed...." : D
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