Today is the first day of the rest of my life

What am I going to do with it? I'm going to write a blog. And do very little else.

So after saying for week(s) "I kind of want to see Fever Pitch" (in that ashamed sort of tone, where you don't make direct eye contact with the other person, you just wait to hear their response and hope they don't judge you) I finally saw it this weekend and I...loved...it. I don't normally go for romantic comedies, they don't really make me feel warm and fuzzy inside like I think they're supposed to, but this one really hit me right here (pointing to heart). Okay, not really...but I thought Jimmy Fallon was adorable in it...and not that Saturday Night Live "adorable" (aka want to punch him in the face annoying). But genuine. And Drew Barrymore, who I usually detest b/c she's the worst actress ever and it's like no one has the heart to tell her, wasn't as bad as usual. I'm not trying to analyze something that frankly doesn't warrant analyzation, but the movie made me smile. Can't I like something for that reason alone? (Why am I getting defensive? I can sense your judgement...) At one point, the audience (including myself, god help me) elicited a collective "Aaahhhhhh". And...and I even clapped at the end. Oh my god...what is happening to me??? Next thing you know, I'll be writing that A Lot Like Love was the feel good movie of the year. I need to rewatch Sin City, stat.

I had a series of celebrity sightings this weekend, a rarity since the only chance I really have of celeb spotting would be if they walked up to my door on their own volition. Meaning I don't really go anywhere they like to hang out, if you didn't get that. First, I saw Danny Masterson, Chris Masterson, and Donna (real names escapes me) on Friday night. I wonder if Danny finds it difficult trying to look so cool all the time..always with that look of "I could give a f*ck". What about a little smile, huh Danny? Why so down? And then I saw Mandy Moore on Saturday (apparantly the day after her birthday...I guess my invitation was lost in the mail...I just made that up, aren't I clever?). That Mandy, she's quite pretty, if you've ever noticed. Why do I even care that I saw these people? It's not like I talked to them...and you know what else, who cares if I did? They're just people, they don't have superpowers (b/c that would warrant bragging). I actually get pissed at myself that I care. Then I tell people that I saw so and so as if there's anything to tell. It's not even a story, it's a sentence, barely. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I wouldn't fight it...I should just subscribe to In Touch and get it over with.
R.