It could be interesting to think about how I was really crazy about Johnny Depp a few years ago. Jack Sparrow was intriguing, unconventional, drunk...all that. Then at the end of the 2nd Pirates movie I started thinking that it was a leetle self-indulgent. I dunno.
Anyway. I was channel surfing last night and I happened to catch 13 Going on 30 (I am a self-confessed closet bimbo) The one with Jennifer Garner in it. BUT. The point is that Mark Ruffalo (her love interest) has got to be the sweetest and most likeable dude in Hollywood. Do I sound sarcastic to you? I'm being totally serious here!! He's really cute. And he makes you go, yesss, he's really that nice in real life. Don't laugh! Don't ruin my fluffy airhead moment!!
I was actually supposed to be here complaining. About how I hate September holidays because they're not really there even though they are. Um. Let me rephrase that. It just means THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE USED FOR STUDYING, STUPID. Which is one of the meanest things I can think of. It's like...putting a kid in a candy store and telling him he can't take any of the candy. Wait. That's theft. Scratch that.
But you get the point.
