Weird Non-Days

Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life.

– 500 Days of Summer

I love this quotation. Perhaps it sounds a bit sad, but it’s really true.

Today is a weird non-day, one of those days that you just know is going to be completely forgettable. Nevertheless, that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

This morning, I got up, got ready, packed my books for uni and took one step out the door before turning around and coming back to the flat. We have a lot due at the moment – that’s why we still haven’t posted about our first blogger event, but we will – and I thought spending the day at uni might help me finish my assignments. Then I realised I would be wasting a couple of hours by travelling there, I’d get wet walking in the rain, and I enjoy regular (singing and chocolate) breaks which are less acceptable at uni than in my own flat. At least this way I’ve only wasted a bit of makeup and an outfit. But hey, I can make an effort for myself!

I used to be one of those people who rolled their eyes when people said they found it difficult to sit still, but I’m starting to think I’m becoming one of these people who does want to be out doing things most of the time. This week, we had work/uni/a social event every day and evening, and today there is nothing on the calendar. It was odd to wake up and not have to obey the alarm, and the thought of spending all day in the flat wasn’t particulary appealing. Yet it’s a good thing: this gives me an entire day to work methodically through the list of things to do and hopefully be productive.

I realise that you might be ready to point out that I’m sitting blogging, not working, but consider this a break! If you’re also on your tea break, here are a few more cute/sad movie quotes:

I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. – When Harry Met Sally

Kimmy says if you love someone you say it, you say it right then, out loud. Otherwise, the moment just… / Passes you by. / Passes you by. Yeah. – My Best Friend’s Wedding

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. – Ten Things I Hate About You

I can’t see it, but I can feel it. – A Walk to Remember

I am no one special. Just a common man with common thoughts. I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but in one respect I’ve succeeded as gloriously as anyone who ever lived. I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul and for me that has always been enough. – The Notebook

Do you have any others? Happy Friday, everyone!

Lauren

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