Love is Hershey’s.

Voices in my head September 9, 2007

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I deleted my previous post. My mom’s right, you just can’t write something when you’re overcome by emotion. I say that’s true, unless you’re writing a book. Or in my case, my journal.

Anyway. So what’s up? What’s up is that there’s less than a month left for this Semester, and me being myself, have chosen this late a time to get my act together, or seeing as it still isn’t together, STRIVING to get my act together. I woke up today with a feeling of.. nothing. As soon as I woke up, I sat up (still on my bed), pushed my mp3 player’s earphones into my ears and listened to rock music at deafening volumes. Didn’t even want to get up, or eat, or do anything at all. I was just spaced out for a brief 2 hours until reality (my mom) knocked on my door and called me for lunch.

And since I’ve always thought writing can clear my head (or at least put down in words how freakin messed up my thoughts are), I write. But since not everything can be put down in a PUBLIC blog, and since you would navigate straight away from this page if you sensed dripping drama…

OH I FREAKIN DON’T CARE!!! THAT MAN WHO CLAIMS TO BE MY FATHER IS FLIRTING ON THE TELEPHONE WITH SOME STRANGE WOMAN!!, AND GIGGLING!!!, AND *y#$(*yewithpihawoiwhaeposdnfosnfpqef! I fudging hate them all right now! I hope he reads this!!!!!

I Could Quote from every scene in this movie September 2, 2007

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When Harry Met Sally. The wittiest romantic comedy of all time. I can’t even pick which scene is my favorite. But I do, and I quoted it at the end of this.

Harry Burns: Would you like to have dinner?… Just friends.
Sally Albright: I thought you didn’t believe men and women could be friends.
Harry Burns: When did I say that?
Sally Albright: On the ride to New York.
Harry Burns: No, no, no, I never said that… Yes, that’s right, they can’t be friends. Unless both of them are involved with other people, then they can… This is an amendment to the earlier rule. If the two people are in relationships, the pressure of possible involvement is lifted… That doesn’t work either, because what happens then is, the person you’re involved with can’t understand why you need to be friends with the person you’re just friends with. Like it means something is missing from the relationship and why do you have to go outside to get it? And when you say “No, no, no it’s not true, nothing is missing from the relationship,” the person you’re involved with then accuses you of being secretly attracted to the person you’re just friends with, which you probably are. I mean, come on, who the hell are we kidding, let’s face it. Which brings us back to the earlier rule before the amendment, which is men and women can’t be friends.

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Here’s a definite “awww” moment:

Sally Albright: I don’t have to take this crap from you.
Harry Burns: If you’re so over Joe, why aren’t you seeing anyone?
Sally Albright: I see people.
Harry Burns: See people? Have you slept with one person since you broke up with Joe?
Sally Albright: What the hell does that have to do with anything? That will prove I’m over Joe? Because I fuck somebody? Harry, you’re gonna have to move back to New Jersey because you’ve slept with everybody in New York and I don’t see that turning Helen into a faint memory for you. Besides, I will make love to somebody when it is making love. Not the way you do it like you’re out for revenge or something.
Harry Burns: …Are you finished now?
Sally Albright: …Yes.
Harry Burns: Can I say something?
Sally Albright: Yes.
Harry Burns: …I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

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Harry Burns: The fact that you’re not answering leads me to believe you’re either (a) not at home, (b) home but don’t want to talk to me, or (c) home, desperately want to talk to me, but trapped under something heavy. If it’s either (a) or (c), please call me back.

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Sally Albright: Well, basically it’s the same dream I’ve been having since I was twelve.
Harry Burns: Which is?
Sally Albright: Okay, there’s this guy…
Harry Burns: What does he look like?
Sally Albright: I don’t know, he’s just sort of faceless.
Harry Burns: Faceless guy, okay.
Sally Albright: He RIPS off my clothes.
[pause]
Harry Burns: And?
Sally Albright: That’s it.
Harry Burns: That’s it? Some faceless guy rips off all your clothes, and THAT’S the sex fantasy you’ve been having since you were twelve?
Sally Albright: Well sometimes I vary it a little.
Harry Burns: Which part?
Sally Albright: What I’m wearing.

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Sally: He just met her… She’s supposed to be his transitional person, she’s not supposed to be the ONE. All this time I thought he didn’t want to get married. But, the truth is, he didn’t want to marry me. He didn’t love me.
Harry: If you could take him back now, would you?
Sally: No. But why didn’t he want to marry me? What’s the matter with me?
Harry: Nothing.
Sally: I’m difficult.
Harry: You’re challenging.
Sally: I’m too structured, I’m completely closed off.
Harry: But in a good way.
Sally: No, no, no, I drove him away. AND, I’m gonna be forty.
Harry: When?
Sally: Someday.
Harry: In eight years.
Sally: But it’s there. It’s just sitting there, like some big dead end. And it’s not the same for men. Charlie Chaplin had kids when he was 73.
Harry: Yeah, but he was too old to pick them up.

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Sally: When Joe and I started seeing each other, we wanted exactly the same thing. We wanted to live together, but we didn’t want to get married because every time anyone we knew got married, it ruined their relationship. They practically never had sex again. It’s true, it’s one of the secrets that no one ever tells you. I would sit around with my girlfriends who have kids - and, actually, my one girlfriend who has kids, Alice - and she would complain about how she and Gary never did it anymore. She didn’t even complain about it, now that I think about it. She just said it matter-of-factly. She said they were up all night, they were both exhausted all the time, the kids just took every sexual impulse they had out of them. And Joe and I used to talk about it, and we’d say we were so lucky we have this wonderful relationship, we can have sex on the kitchen floor and not worry about the kids walking in. We can fly off to Rome on a moment’s notice. And then one day I was taking Alice’s little girl for the afternoon because I’d promised to take her to the circus, and we were in the cab playing “I Spy” - I spy a mailbox, I spy a lamp-post - and she looked out the window and she saw this man and this woman with these two little kids. And the man had one of the little kids on his shoulders, and she said, “I spy a family.” And I started to cry. You know, I just started crying. And I went home, and I said, “The thing is, Joe, we never do fly off to Rome on a moment’s notice.”
Harry: And the kitchen floor?
Sally: [sadly] Not once. It’s this very cold, hard Mexican ceramic tile.

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and my favoritest of all.. (which got me to cry when I thought I didn’t cry when watching romantic comedies):

Harry Burns: I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

And what I hate about it is.. no one can ever say that to me without being original anymore because Harry Burns already said it to Sally Albright and millions of people around the world know that he told her that. And it’s just sad.

But oh so wonderfully sweet.