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So, I'm enjoying a nice Sunday afternoon, made a panini sandwich (and didn't burn it, yay ME!), started the laundry, realized I don't have work tomorrow (yay President's Day), and then Rissa comes over to hang out and we're looking at the movie collection (alas, she wouldn't go for X2) and she decides on Schindler's List.
So, now, we've watched and I'm a big puddle of emotional angsty goo...And Rissa's left because she does have work tomorrow and has things to do and I'm left still crying about the little girl in red and the showers and ugh, just all of it. I knew there was a reason I was not supposed to buy this movie, let alone watch it.
*sigh* At least I have some ideas for some nice angsty Magneto moments roaming through my head because of it...but the little girl in red...
So, now, we've watched and I'm a big puddle of emotional angsty goo...And Rissa's left because she does have work tomorrow and has things to do and I'm left still crying about the little girl in red and the showers and ugh, just all of it. I knew there was a reason I was not supposed to buy this movie, let alone watch it.
*sigh* At least I have some ideas for some nice angsty Magneto moments roaming through my head because of it...but the little girl in red...