I used to love the movie Love Actually. In fact it was so much my favorite movie I had the song "Love is all around us" memorized lyric par verse. I don't know particularly what that means but I hope its along the lines of memorization because thats what I was going for. Still I enjoyed seeing Hugh Grant shake his ass (...or arse if you want to be british) to the Pointer Sisters singing JUMP! But then the love stories were the best. Keira Knightly and Colin Firth, not to forget the unforgettable Christmas classics such as "All I want for Christmas is you!" - where the kid gets an anuresym thinking she doesn't love him as much as she loves EVERYONE in the crowd.
However I started this post with I used to love this movie. Why on earth should I not, when clearly there are so many good reasons to adore it, Hugh Grant's dancing noted in spectacular fashion. Well the reason being one of those stupid love stories. Yes I am one of those idiotic females that bawles over lifetime movies and eats ice cream by the two-pint-fuls (with cherries and chocolate sauce...don't judge me because I'm beautiful), unfortunately one of those stories came true for me...and no I am not the prime minister and I have not kissed a beautiful man on tely.
Yes, I must have wished, rather stupidly 'oh why won't anything like this happen to me' and now it has, but I'm not in the lovey dovey position, or even in the getting cozy wozy position. I'm in the shoot me now and ignore me position. I have fallen in love with a foreign exchange student from the deep south and I cannot for the life of me understand a word he says. Ok. That wasn't true. But it was funny. Actually it's more the fact that there is love in the movie if you get my drift. The whole concept of ever finding love while I remain a spinster that has many nieces and nephews to dote on, and tremendous amounts of dogs (because lets face it, I'm not a cat person), pisses me off.
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