I might have the order wrong. It might be Eat, Pray, Love. Either way, I am in the middle of watching it, and the movie only reinforces my feelings that Julia Roberts is a pretentious actress. She always seems so self-aware. When she is supposed to be sad, she looks like she is still attempting to look cute. I want her to just cry already.
I must start bringing a piece of paper and pen everywhere I go. Suddenly, in the midst of my day, I am constantly struck by poignant, elegant one-liners, only to forget them, and what inspired them, and instead relay these clunky, frumpy thoughts. If only my mind were connected to the internet. Or just this blog.
