6:17 p.m.

liz has recovered from the trials and tribulations that wreaked havoc on her tear ducts yesterday. word of warning to those who wish to view a walk to remember. bring tissues. bring many many tissues. foolishly i did not take heed in the advice bestowed to me by previous viewers. with a cocky mentality, i naively believed that no movie starring mandy moore (heavens forfend!) could provoke my stolid and stoic emotional ducts to break down, no movie with her could possibly lower the sturdy dam that daily potects my pride as it resides behind my tear ducts, regulating the flow of my river of tears. how very foolish i was. shane west gives mandy moore flowers. tear. shane west gives mandy moore a sweater. tear. shane west says a word. tear. oh silent yet perservering chorus of sniffles and sobs throghout the entire movie. i desperately wished for some inane joke or asinine remark to drag me out of the pool of sappiness i was currently drowning in. as kristen the fellow movie viewer remarked, "oh cursed estrogen!". in the middle of the movie (yes i started crying way before that point) my eyes were so swollen and tired, i could barely keep them open (or maybe that was just the ennui of the movie...) i was very conscious of the many tears that kept slapping my shirt, wondering as i watched just how ridiculous i would look when i had to walk out of the theater. would it look like i had drooled all over myself in some deep slumber? would others think i had clumsily spilled my coke on myself? but no! i had other thoughts on my mind....like did shane west have feelings for mandy in their kiss during the play?!! oh the heart-wrenching suspense...yes the graveness...i kno...

afterwards, i was so emotionally drained that my body was exhausted. i honestly must have been extremely dehydrated from the lack of liquid i retained because it had all spilled out of my eyes. i didnt even have to pee after drinking practically a whole large coke! i would intake the drink, and then instead of going into my tummy, it would come straight out the eyes again. my eyes were the size of chestnuts, and about as red as the host's (the green demon guy) in angel. u see, my eyes are already pretty puffy, i didnt need even more swelling so i could go around scaring little children when i looked at them. i had really been counting on a stupid ending so that i coud compose myself and pretend with nonchalance that i did not cry at all! what ridiculous assumptions and accusations! and i got soo close...but then shane west had to cry. that was the end of it all for me...there i was sobbing and desperately aware that the lights were coming back on...oh the humiliaton...

and i was soo tired!! jenny was prepared...she intelligently energized herself with a 2 hour long nap beforethe movie. i unfortunately did not have the foresight to see how very draining it would indeed be...

oh enough of this sadness! on to the more complicated matters in life...such as should i eat fish or steak for dinner? hmmm...decisions, decisions...

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