You know, what the hell is it with that? All I ever get from the people I drag along is at best a raised eyebrow, while my heart is exploding from the sheer goddamn magnificence of it all.

Quote from last night, as lights go up for intermission: "It's really pretty, and it's a good movie and all, but I don't get why it's you're favorite." Meanwhile, my heart is breaking all over again, for what's happening and what I know will happen.

Argh.

I don't mind the eyeliner. I think it should be adopted by pretty boys at large.