i am legend is officially the worst movie EVER. granted, i only saw about half of it- the rest i was cowering under my seat with about 3 quarts of old popcorn as my only comforter. i was so afraid for will smith through the entire thing, and in the end he dies anyway (sorry if i ruined that for you). i couldn't even enjoy the nice parts because i was too paranoid. thinking about it later, i realized that is exactly how i choose to live:
terrified of the unknown and what
might happen, i miss what's going on right now. it reminds me of being on a roadtrip where instead of always going full speed, you have to pull over once in a while to just take everything in and stare.
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on our agenda for this summer:
roadtrip through the midwest.
i'll drive, you sit shotgun and compose lyrical, ponderous thoughts to compile into a book which will rival "through painted deserts."
donald miller ain't got nothin' on us.
-h
done and done. i can't think of one other way i'd rather spend my time
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