ever since i came upon some good, yet hilarious, news earlier this week around 3am, my sleep schedule has been fucked. i was tireless last night, so i went to the gym at 1am. when i came back, i ate a leftover chick-fil-a sandwich and decided to put on a movie recommended to me by a girl i have this sort of on-and-off crush on. she typically recommends great movies off netflix, so i was excited to watch what she had told me to. as i’m watching the film, one of the main characters reveals he’s a 24 year-old writer. sounds like me tbh. i just knew it was going to be good. half way throughout the film, i lost track of it. the film lost me. he was fucking a woman who was in an open marriage, then he tried to propose to her and she told him to never talk to him again. idk wtf was going on. the movie had good ratings/reviews too, but for some reason i didn’t enjoy it. they met because she was smoking a cig outside and he could tell she was french based on her choice of cigarette. i mean who tf? wtf? idk yo…
i think i’m too much of a hopeless romantic for anything but a happy ending. that’s probably what it is. shout my friend for recommending movies to me though. i’d definitely audition for the part of a 24 year-old writer in her life any day.
6/10
-ratha, 8:37am, 4.8.17