The Pursuit of Capital Letters

Um, most of the time, I don't feel like caring anymore. Then, comes that ten percent of the day when I would beat myself up for wasting such an inordinate amount of time. But overlapping all of that, is the thought of fuckthis,i'mgoingtowatchkoreanboybandsandbehappy. (which also comes with the selfloathing-inducing realisation of what's-the-point-of-this-hype-over-plastik-eye-candy?) It is a vicious cycle, really. I can't wait to be rid of it. In the meantine, see how I crash and burn. :)

Up is easily the sweetest, funniest, saddest, most heartwarming, most delightful, most touching movie of the year, and I could go on adding more and more adjectives to the list. It was, to put it simply, pure joy. Every aspect was enthralling, from the characters, to the flawless animation, to the music, to the storyline- a house flying on balloons!- oh, how can one ask for more? I want to watch it again, and again, and again, and revel in that kaleidocopic parallel universe with rainbow-plumed birds and the tangy waft of adventure in the air. Up, up, and away! It is never too late to start dreaming.