Is it me, or have these last few days of 2002 just really slowed to a crawl?

I’m not complaining. I mean, I’m happy when my vacation seems longer than it really is. But it’s sort of weird. I keep thinking today MUST be the 31st, but no. One more day left. Nice.

So I saw Maid in Manhattan the other day, and people: it was not good. It wasn’t horrible—like Coyote Ugly horrible, or Isn’t She Great horrible, two movies I almost walked out of they were so bad, and with my taste that’s saying something—but it came close. Mostly it was the fact that the story got more and more unrealistic with every passing minute…I mean, I can suspend reality as much as the next girl who loves chick flicks, but there is a point where you just have to roll your eyes and let out an “Oh, puh-leeeze.” Which I was able to do when I saw it, as I was the only one in the entire theatre. A private showing, all my own. This has happened to me more than once, actually. I think it’s a weekday matinee thing. I’m always a little freaked out when I’m alone at the movies and the only one in the theatre: I’m convinced someone’s going to sneak in and sit right behind me, so I spend the first few minutes of the movie turning around and checking for lunatics. A bit distracting, it was. Even with all these issues, though, I have to say I just like J. Lo as an actress. Can’t explain it. Won’t even try. But ever since Out of Sight (a GREAT movie, if you haven’t seen it, plus it’s got George Clooney, what else do you want?) she’s kind of had me. All that Jenny from the Block-Ben Affleck touching her butt in the video I could do without, though, to be honest. But that’s just me.

I am trying to work on my resolutions. I want to be concise this year, instead of making some sort of free-floating promise that I have no chance of keeping (i.e. “Just be happier” or “Be a nicer person”) I need specifics. Luckily, I still have a couple of days to come up with something. Again: Nice.

have a good day everyone….