Pathetic

I have decided that when I have a crush on guy I become overly, well, pathetic. My regular off-beat strangely different coolness (as I like to call it) falls inadvertently to the wayside and somehow I morph back into the brainless girl I spent most of my high school years as. I shudder when I think of how this change seems to come over me so quickly. Oy vay. On a sadder/happier note: although I did not get participate in the pub night activities of drinking, flirting and an overall good time, I was able to expand my ever growing collection of DVD's. I am a movie junkie to the nth degree, and though I claim to be a connaseur (or however you spell that friggin' word), my collection sadly proves otherwise. I am a fan of either really really good movies, or really really bad ones. It's a tragic mixture of complete opposites, but perhaps that's what makes it all so great. More strangeness yet to come.