Confessions of a Weekend Loser

Those that read my blog have probably heard all about my lucky Saturday evening. Well, its not all been a bed of dandylions. In an effort to balance out my weekend, I made up for Saturday by being pre-emptively anti-social on friday. I really didn't want to hang out with my roommate and his new girlfriend, so I stayed at home working on a project and watched a movie. Later I was confronted by Him, his girl, and his girl's roommate. They demanded, "Why didn't you come over?" I told them the un abashed truth. I got really into a movie. The movie? Dreamer. Ok! Big Deal. So I watched a cheesy family movie about a little girl and her horse...on a friday night...on my labtop...alone...eating cashews, but I didn't cry. I had something in my eye!! I give it two thumbs up. Ok the big question is: have I ever actually cried during a movie? Yes. Braveheart. End of story. I did go out with a girl who admitted to always crying during Halmark commercials. Every commercial. Ok, so I took the big step and told you mine, now tell me what movie you cried during. And I'm not talking about when you were five and you thought Baloo died in Jungle Book. I wanna hear about some films that are real tear jerkers.