Wobbly bits.

[Bridget gets out of bed covered in a sheet and begins to fumble around]

Mark Darcy: What on Earth are you doing?

Bridget Jones: Getting dressed.

Mark Darcy: Why’re you dancing around in that tent business?
Bridget Jones: Because I don’t want you to see any of my wobbly bits.
Mark Darcy: Well now that’s a bit pointless isn’t it. As I happen to have a very high regard for your wobbly bits. In all circumstances.

[Bridget's head emerges from the sheet]

Bridget Jones: Really?
Mark Darcy: Absolutely. I think it’s high time we had another look.

[Bridget drops the sheet on the floor]

The Wrong Alice.

I never used to be this anti-school and anti-homework. I never used to care what people thought. I used to be braver, stronger. I used to write more often, and sketch more often. I’ve lost my drive. I’ve lost my muchness, haven’t I?

For all I know, I could be the wrong Julie.

I know, I know.

How many times have I quietly stood there like I would in a museum; Just stand and watch, and admire. Never touch, never own. How many times have I taken a step back because I’m too shy/afraid/unworthy of stepping forward to say ‘Hey, I think we could be something’ or something of the sort. How many times have I just quietly walked backwards into the background and let another hotter, more socially-abled girl take the prize. How many times have I had to force myself to give up a crush and stop feeling certain feelings, just because I was scared to say ‘I think I might love you’. 

Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m a pussy. Don’t judge me!! 

Anyway, enough about useless shit like that. WANTED is AWESOME. Not cause of Angelina Jolie of course (blueh), but because James McAvoy is constantly taking recovery bathes. Muahaha, go figure. And anyway, the effects are awesome, the story/plot/whatyoucallit is awesome. And it over-laiden in vulgarities..

“You know what, fuck you! Fuck them!”

Fuck this, Fuck that. Sheesh, don’t the Americans ever learn to pipe down a little?