Another problem.

So recently, since cutting back on the excessive drinking, I've been staying in more, watching movies, getting to bed early, great stuff. Not joking at all there, I love sleeping, so a great night in of a good dinner, movie and maybe reading Harry Potter before bed and I'm a happy camper!

But lately, I've been watching the same movie. Week after week. With a different one thrown in there once in a while, but this one has been my go-to distraction. And it's not like a sappy girly movie, like the Notebook (although there are PERFECT nights for the Notebook, and I've watched that on occasion when you just *need* to cry) or Love, Acutally (which is actually my favorite movie of all time and was a possibility for this evenings movie.)

So without further adieu, my new favorite movie to watch on a semi-constant rotation is Wall-E.

He's seriously the cutest robot ever. And he falls in love. And I cried. Go ahead, judge, I don't care. I love when Wall-E is following Eva around just admiring her, but freaks out whenever she sees him doing this- oh! it's on right now!! He's so clumsy and tries to be all smooth, it's the cutest thing and always makes me laugh!! Oh he builds a model of himself out of trash! I seriously laugh every time!

And I know this is weird, but Wall-E kind of reminds me of LaLa. Yes, he's a trash-compacting robot and she's a Chihuahua, but I see a resemblance. Ok I'm going back to my movie, then I'm going to read Harry Potter (I'm re-re-reading book 7) and go to bed. Feel free to psychoanalyze the fact that I've been watching Wall-E over and over again, and what that says about me. Enlighten me.