On a scale of 1 to sad, how sad is it to like the film you’ve got mail?
Yes, I know, it’s corny, it’s unrealistic, it’s big on cliche and low on originality, it’s Meg Ryan: all very sound reasons for hating a film. But it’s Tom Hanks, and its dreamy, its so romantic at the end when she sees Tom Hanks and realises he’s the guy she’s been emailing, and she smiles and then she starts to cry.
When it comes to chick flicks, I’m easy to please.
Im tempted to start blogging every thing I eat to shame myself into eating better.
Dorset tomorrow! I’ve started packing, but I haven’t packed enough. Yes, I know I’m only going for two nights, but I’m scared of leaving something vital behind- like books or chargers or my patience or something. Getting the train to Bristol, and meeting mother there. We’re going to Ikea before going home. Which reminds me, must find my family card or else I wont be allowed a drink in the cafe!
