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I haven't had cramps this bad in a while, which is motivating me to actually start exercising regularly again so that they subside. What is this post for, then? Weeell, seeing as I can't fall asleep right aways, I'll actually use my journal for its intended purpose, ahahaha. Just this once, really, while I sit on my bathroom floor because even with the windows open in my bedroom the heat in there is stifling.
Because what else is shark week for other than hormonal ramblings, amirite? :D I almost decided to litter this post with gifs but then I remembered that I am not on tumblr, where that sort of thing is acceptable. I SHALL USE MY WORDS TO THEIR FULL EFFECT. Which probably doesn't stretch far.
I'm glad that I am at least just grumpy and moody 99% of the time the red ninja strikes me. I know it varies wildly from person to person and that some girls get very emotional over things they usually wouldn't bat an eyelash at. This has happened to me exactly once in recent memory.
Back in April, when I was drowning in art deadlines and essays and final exams (probably the most stressful semester I ever had and that's with me no longer having a job. Figured it'd be my very last one), Shark Week was not kind to me. I didn't really get cramps, but I got tears. Lots and lots of tears. Over what, you ask? Over a movie. Specifically, Becoming Jane.
YES, REALLY. Had I watched it at any other time of the month, I most likely wouldn't have batted an eye. Was the ending bittersweet? Yes, but having gone over it recently it does not really elicit a reaction in me now. But then? THE FLOODGATES WERE OPEN.
I sat through the movie in my PJs with some tea and locked my door so that my roommate wouldn't barge in and find me with my mouth wide open, looking like I'm either about to choke or bite off my laptop like an epileptic tiger. Not only was it the ending that had me clutching kleenexes to my face and rocking on my already rocking chair, but other parts of the movie would make me weep for no reason.
1) The soundtrack. After I had finished watching the movie, I went on Youtube to look for the soundtrack because clearly I THOUGHT I HADN'T CRIED ENOUGH. People have spoken often about music that's made them cry, and that has only happened to me twice. Once when I was 10 and listened to a song from the Tigger Movie about being alone and having friends and I was 10. The second time was because of this movie. And while it is a beautiful soundtrack and I've listened to it multiple times since then, it hasn't made me hiccup with angst since April.
The first 5 songs were the ones that elicited the strongest reaction in me, and I have no. Idea. Why. The one that got to me the most was "A Game of Cricket" which isn't even a sad part in the movie. It happens, in fact, during a game of cricket (who'da thunk) and everyone is having a fantastic time, especially Jane as she manages to book it fast enough to score (while wearing a dress, mind you). So every time I heard this, my eyes would go all squinty and I would be wringing my hands.
2) James McAvoy in period clothing. Why? I DON'T KNOW, IT WAS WEIRD.
THIS SMUG BASTARD RIGHT HERE
Every time I would look up a picture of him dressed up as a Regency gentleman, I wanted to sob. To the point where I was furiously drawing pictures of Regency men and smudging them with my tears. There was a point for a couple of days where just thinking of James-McAvoy-as-Thomas-Lefroy made my chest ache, and silently screaming: "WHYYYYYYYYYY" which was sort of how I felt during X-Men First Class because this adorable Scotsman with his big blue eyes was just drowning in the ho-yay avec Fassbender. MCAVOOOOOOOY *SHAKES FIST*
Were my hormones just making me vulnerable to a bittersweet (albeit not very good) love story? I don't know, the most I usually get is a tight throat and unshed tears, but never all-out bawling. And it frustrated me because I know how historically inaccurate that movie is vis-a-vis the real Jane Austen's life and her relationship to Thomas Lefroy. They had a brief crush in their youth and that was all there was to it. This movie made it look like they were mad about each other and that they were star-crossed lovers destined to be a part of this epic romance. Which, OK... Hollywood has to romanticize things for the sake of storytelling and selling points and that's not what I want to address anyway.
I think I prefer being grumpy and moody like I usually am because I can just grumble. I don't know how to handle spastically-emotional-over-romance-movie. I hope it doesn't happen to me again because that shit was WEIRD. And my sudden urge to watch it was also WEIRD.
You know what movie has never made me cry but always elicits a strong reaction within me (one of "WHYYYYY" *THROWS ARMS TO THE HEAVENS*) LILIES. Fuckin' Lilies, AUGH I can't with you.
... Goddammit Pamprin, work faster.
Because what else is shark week for other than hormonal ramblings, amirite? :D I almost decided to litter this post with gifs but then I remembered that I am not on tumblr, where that sort of thing is acceptable. I SHALL USE MY WORDS TO THEIR FULL EFFECT. Which probably doesn't stretch far.
I'm glad that I am at least just grumpy and moody 99% of the time the red ninja strikes me. I know it varies wildly from person to person and that some girls get very emotional over things they usually wouldn't bat an eyelash at. This has happened to me exactly once in recent memory.
Back in April, when I was drowning in art deadlines and essays and final exams (probably the most stressful semester I ever had and that's with me no longer having a job. Figured it'd be my very last one), Shark Week was not kind to me. I didn't really get cramps, but I got tears. Lots and lots of tears. Over what, you ask? Over a movie. Specifically, Becoming Jane.
YES, REALLY. Had I watched it at any other time of the month, I most likely wouldn't have batted an eye. Was the ending bittersweet? Yes, but having gone over it recently it does not really elicit a reaction in me now. But then? THE FLOODGATES WERE OPEN.
I sat through the movie in my PJs with some tea and locked my door so that my roommate wouldn't barge in and find me with my mouth wide open, looking like I'm either about to choke or bite off my laptop like an epileptic tiger. Not only was it the ending that had me clutching kleenexes to my face and rocking on my already rocking chair, but other parts of the movie would make me weep for no reason.
1) The soundtrack. After I had finished watching the movie, I went on Youtube to look for the soundtrack because clearly I THOUGHT I HADN'T CRIED ENOUGH. People have spoken often about music that's made them cry, and that has only happened to me twice. Once when I was 10 and listened to a song from the Tigger Movie about being alone and having friends and I was 10. The second time was because of this movie. And while it is a beautiful soundtrack and I've listened to it multiple times since then, it hasn't made me hiccup with angst since April.
The first 5 songs were the ones that elicited the strongest reaction in me, and I have no. Idea. Why. The one that got to me the most was "A Game of Cricket" which isn't even a sad part in the movie. It happens, in fact, during a game of cricket (who'da thunk) and everyone is having a fantastic time, especially Jane as she manages to book it fast enough to score (while wearing a dress, mind you). So every time I heard this, my eyes would go all squinty and I would be wringing my hands.
2) James McAvoy in period clothing. Why? I DON'T KNOW, IT WAS WEIRD.
THIS SMUG BASTARD RIGHT HERE
Every time I would look up a picture of him dressed up as a Regency gentleman, I wanted to sob. To the point where I was furiously drawing pictures of Regency men and smudging them with my tears. There was a point for a couple of days where just thinking of James-McAvoy-as-Thomas-Lefroy made my chest ache, and silently screaming: "WHYYYYYYYYYY" which was sort of how I felt during X-Men First Class because this adorable Scotsman with his big blue eyes was just drowning in the ho-yay avec Fassbender. MCAVOOOOOOOY *SHAKES FIST*
Were my hormones just making me vulnerable to a bittersweet (albeit not very good) love story? I don't know, the most I usually get is a tight throat and unshed tears, but never all-out bawling. And it frustrated me because I know how historically inaccurate that movie is vis-a-vis the real Jane Austen's life and her relationship to Thomas Lefroy. They had a brief crush in their youth and that was all there was to it. This movie made it look like they were mad about each other and that they were star-crossed lovers destined to be a part of this epic romance. Which, OK... Hollywood has to romanticize things for the sake of storytelling and selling points and that's not what I want to address anyway.
I think I prefer being grumpy and moody like I usually am because I can just grumble. I don't know how to handle spastically-emotional-over-romance-movie. I hope it doesn't happen to me again because that shit was WEIRD. And my sudden urge to watch it was also WEIRD.
You know what movie has never made me cry but always elicits a strong reaction within me (one of "WHYYYYY" *THROWS ARMS TO THE HEAVENS*) LILIES. Fuckin' Lilies, AUGH I can't with you.
... Goddammit Pamprin, work faster.
