eurydicebound

So the final project in my short story class was the story "Brokeback Mountain." We didn't just read it, though, we had to watch it too. I did not want to watch this movie--not because I thought it would be bad or that I wouldn't like it, but because I knew it'd probably make me cry. So we watched it, and sure enough, it made me cry--and it didn't just make me cry, it made me cry in the middle of class. There I sit, in the front row (bad planning) with tears running down my face and my nose looking like a giant strawberry parked on my face. And then we had to write! For a grade! As our final writing assignment!

God, that sucked. Please tell me good things that don't involve poor rural areas, distant lovers, or death.

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