Attention: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows spoiler present - so NO bitching.

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i just got done watching "P.S. I Love You". It was one of the best movies i have seen in a very, very long time. Total chick flick, of course. i cried about six times. i caught myself sobbing during a couple of parts and wailing during another. It didn't register that i was crying like a four year old in Target until Gracie placed her head in my lap, clearly worried about my well being. Ugh. i'm still trying to recuperate. --- i had a creative writing teacher who explained that the difference between good and bad fiction, is that good fiction allows the viewer to suspend all form of disbelief and succumb to the story. i think i am a person who is too apt to suspend disbelief. i've always had a ridiculously vivid imagination, still do. i try to give everything i have to the power of daydreams. Daydreaming is one of my most favorite past time activities. i read books all the time, never am i not reading a book for leisure. Typically they're novels of the historical fiction type and based on women. Mary Queen of Scots, Anne Boleyn, Marie Antoinette, Cleopatra, DaVinci's muse, Vermeer's muse, Frida Kahlo, and Geisha. The list could go on for years. i get so into these books, because i can't help it. i don't know what that says about me.. probably that i'm a hopeless romantic and daydreamer, and still attain the optimistic outlook of someone who has never properly had their heart broken. Regardless of the judgements which may or may not be made about my being able to give everything i have into a story, i don't mind it too much. Except when Dobby died. i hadn't cried that hard in at least 15 years..all over a mythical creature in a Harry Potter book. i paced my room wailing and crying for a good ten minutes and felt all over, entirely ridiculous. i still do. As a matter of fact i cannot believe i posted that piece of information in a world wide web. i can only hope that not too many people will come to find out this tid bit. i feel as though it could be used against me at a later date.