And some chick flicks are just that.

Christmas break has been a whirlwind of excitement, and it was almost everything I hoped it would be. I have, however, lacked in the blogging department. It's just that, when everything seems to be slowly evolving into something great, why stop and write about it? Sure, I believe in logging memories every now and then, but I used to post in my own private LiveJournal sometimes three times a day. What could possibly happen in the life of an eighteen year old that required multiple journal entries a day? Well, at twenty-three I have no idea, but I'm sure that I'd find the answers if I returned to the questions I had several years ago.

I saw a really terrible film the other day. Nope, wait, can't call it a film. It was just a movie. The name of said motion picture was "How Do You Know". Intrigued, I went with my "bff" over the holiday break. Being of legal drinking age, we thought the most responsible thing to do would be to pack some beers in our purses to enjoy during our time in the theater. This was a smart move, seeing as it dulled the pain of the twelve year old urban children watching youtube videos and making phone calls in the back of theater.

Things I learned from "How Do You Know":

1. Professional athletes of the male variety are vapid and douchey

2. Professional athletes of the female variety are either very pretty or lesbians.

3. You can take up house with two separate men in a two week period.

4. Women roll out of bed looking, well, like Reese Witherspoon.

5. Play-doh would be an acceptable b-day gift for a thirty-something year old woman, especially if you are trying to win her affections.

6. You can totally be in love after three disasterous dates.

7. Nothing.

Il fine.