I just saw Enchanted with my parents this evening and despite it being a romantic movie, I left the theater feeling teh warm and fuzz of love. Brilliant storytelling, wonderful acting (James Marsden owns my panties), GORGEOUS costumes, very subtle and clever comedy. I was laughing so hard and so loudly that my mom, worried that an irate moviegoer would empty his/her popcorn bag on my head, had to elbow me in the ribs several times to make me shut up.

The movie made me realize two things about myself and life:

1) I'm a lot more like Giselle than I'd like to admit.

2) If growing up means losing your ability to be spontaneous and fun, and if adults really are incapable of loving whole-heartedly and without irony, then please...let me stay twelve years old forever. And if I can't find anyone who's as idealistic about romantic love as I am, then let me remain single and bear babies from random sperm donors. No dry, dull, boring grown-up men for me! But hey, no emotionally fucked-up boys allowed either. :P

I love bargains. Don't we all? During a shopping trip at St. Francis Square, I thought I struck gold when I unearthed a hardcover copy of Citizen Girl by Emma McLaughlin and Nicola Kraus for only 300 pesos. The inside jacket cover promised me a story that involves "Working in a world where a college degree qualifies her to make photocopies and color-coordinate file folders, twenty-four year old Girl is struggling to keep up with the essential trinity of food, shelter, and student loans." A fictional story on the perils of being a young twenty-something in the modern working world! I've yet to encounter anything like this - for only three hundred bucks. What a bargain, right?

Well, let me tell you something about bargains. A bargain is when you pay a low price for an item whose awesomeness makes it worth ten times the price you originally paid for, you fucking cheapskate. When the said item lets you down, no matter how dirt-cheap you got it for, that's not a bargain. That's downright robbery.


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