ducky

so i was on this plane... and they show the sitcoms that you'd never watch otherwise. and i was watching the 'charlie sheen sitcom' because nobody knows its name it just has charlie sheen and we leave it at that.

NO MORE, MY FRIENDS! NO LONGER WILL WE DISREGARD THIS PIECE OF 'FILM'!

because who comes on screen but ducky! duckie. y. ie. however you spell it. sixteen candles ducky/ie! I almost spat out my nasty dry peanuts (well i'd spit that out no matter what the circumstances. no wonder delta is having financial troubles, their peanuts suck)

now i didn't love sixteen candles. mostly because at the end, the climax, molly ringwald's dress is hideous. how does she respect herself in the morning? also because she ends up with preppy guy (andrew? does he deserve a name other than 'preppy guy'?) instead of... yes, instead of ducky.

this, of course, leaves him completely open to me. and i have been functioning under this guise for a while. until i see him on my nasty dry peanut flight. possibly because he stands in the glory of charlie sheen ducky does not shine as before, but he is scrawny and polo-shirted. I was dismayed. ducky, my one true love! when i have a crush on a boy, i ride my bike in front of his house a hundred times...

well. so where does this leave us? nowhere really, here's a cool quotation (noun not verb!) from freyan's blog: "i realized that they meant raining raining where the world looks all fresh and silly people run around w/umbrellas everywhere and i just grin and grin. shakespeare boy didn't show again. stupid boy. i have only a few months left to befriend him/marry him etc."

yes, those apparently are adjacent thoughts. all the more power to her. no more procrastination, i must write my paper! (as i told tina, it's more like severe editing)