Can I travel back in time and see a different movie?

I just finished reading the book "Confessions of a Shopaholic" (which was completely different from the movie, by the way) and I'm so bummed! Right when it was getting good, it ended! I'm a sucker for trashy romance/beach novels and there was limited romance in the book! The male-interest in the book was so handsome and dashing, and yet Rebecca doesn't even end up with him until the very end! Maybe my desire for love in books comes from a subconscious desire to live through other peoples love-lives. Who knows. All I know is, I wanted to know more about where there relationship goes, just a little more. I know there are sequels to the book but I don't want to hear more about her love of shopping and financial issues.

If you're looking for a good, spicy, dramatic book like the one I wished Shopaholic was, then read a book by Alisa-Valdes-Rodriguez. Her books are awesome and full of sex, romance, and friendship. The perfect combination for good reading, in my opinion.

I'm always sad when a good book ends though, especially if it's abruptly. Like if the author throws in a few pages at the end of the book dedicated to their other books or something, so instead of getting more story I just get ads and authors notes I don't really want to read. 

Maybe my sadness towards the book closing has to do with my own story. I always look at my life as having chapters, and in a little over a week a new one will start for me. Sometimes it's exciting to start a new chapter, sometimes it's sad. My childhood is like a whole separate story though, and I'm sad it's over. I'm afraid of growing old and feeling a haze on my adult life. Maybe there won't be one. Maybe I'll be lucky.

My next chapter is scaring me a little. I have such a good feeling about it, like great things lie ahead. However, such optimism scares the shit out of me because it can all go away in a second. I guess I can't live being afraid of the future, right?

I really like writing here, even if no one is reading. It's nice to feel like I'm talking to someone. Usually when I write in my journal, I'm only writing to myself to clear my head. Now I'm putting myself out there a little more, and sharing my thoughts with the world. Well, since no one has read this besides me, the world isn't really involved yet. But maybe someday.

I saw "The Time Travelers Wife" today and I was a little disappointed. The trailer had seemed so nice and romantic, and in spite of people telling me it looked horrible, I still went to see it. And it wasn't horrible. It wasn't really anything, except interesting. I'd never buy it and I don't really plan on renting it. It was nice though. Rachel McAdams was as beautiful as ever and I do love her as an actress. The movie followed his life more than her though and I wish it had followed hers, since the title of the movie does refer to her. It ended up being a sad movie, but I learned nothing from it. At least in 500 Days of Summer I felt like I'd gotten something out of watching it.

Anyway, I think I've emptied my head out enough for tonight.

Thanks for reading, if anyone is.

Good night and good luck.

- NC