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Tales of Immobility

So since I have sprained my ankle (or something...I refuse to visit the doctor), I have been practically immobile since we got back from NC. I have wrapped my ankle up in a big roll of ACE bandage. When I fell, I not only hurt my ankle, but I bruised my foot on both sides and the top, and the bruises are a brilliant purple. So not only does it hurt to walk on it and move it, but it hurts to wrap it, and it hurts to lay it on it in almost every direction.

Since I had nothing else to do, I joined Netflix, and omigod I have spent like 30 hours on that site so far, even though I have not yet gotten my first dvd. I spent all that time rating the movies and making my 80 movie long queue. I know some of you have Netflix already, and I friend-requested you.

I am also watching movies I raided from the roommates' dvd collections. So far: Closer, which I didn't really like, although I liked Clive Owen in it. I am not a big fan of Clive Owen, looks-wise. I usually refer to him as the poor man's Dylan McDermott. But I liked him better in this movie than anything else I have seen him in. Love Actually, which was really cute and I liked a lot, despite being heartwarming crap. I want to move to England, where you can make movies that have adults saying swear words genially to children and no one is offended. Also I like movies where Liam Neeson is allowed to keep his real accent. I realized from this one that those movies are rare. And I watched Chasing Amy again, and realized that Ben Affleck was total crap in that movie. The only thing that saves it is the dialogue, and Jason Lee. Oh young, hot Jason Lee, before you grew that horrid mustache and became Earl... how I miss you.