Michaela
I hope that I am not alone when I say that I wish my life were a movie. I’m serious – I once started writing a script during a dramatic point in my life (eighth grade really sucks). If my life were a movie, it would be directed by Stephen Spielberg and Alfred Hitchcock, the music would be done by Coldplay and John Williams, and the script would be written by Shakespeare and Chuck Norris. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m a hopeless romantic, so my life-movie would be some hodgepodge of comedy, geekfest, romance, and even some action/suspense – but only on the days that I was really annoyed with someone.
You
see, in a movie, if the heroine is ever slighted by a moronic, blond bimbo with
an ultrawhite smile that makes boys stare at her whilst drooling, said bimbo is
eventually either ostracized from the community or severely embarrassed by the
time the movie is over. In my movie, my friend group goes out every weekend and
does crazy things: we’d go bridge jumping one day, ice fishing the next. In my
movie, the tall, incredibly attractive nerd would be as infatuated with me as I
am with him; after all the real-life alternative of him being blissfully
unaware of my feelings isn’t really preferable over the aforementioned
alternative. But whatevs. Oh, and in my movie, people would actually laugh at
my really geeky jokes and/or Star Trek
puns.
Music
would also be really important in my movie. Each character would be assigned a
different song, the opening and closing music would sound very epic and
suspense-building, and the score would sound like a mixture between the music
of Indiana Jones and Sherlock Holmes. Yeah. After all, I’m
such a band geek that I go to movies and instead of saying, “Look at those
special effects!” I whisper, “Whoa, did you hear
that flippin’ awesome chord progression?”
Basically,
I think that most of us wish that our life was narrated, and that all of our
major conflicts will one day be ingeniously resolved. The thing about our
regular lives, though, is that they are better for one main reason: they’re
actually real.
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