Applaud me, I’ve officially crawled out from under the rock that I’ve been living under for the past year. Here’s my story:

Unlike everybody else who lives on Earth, I never got around to watching “500 Days Of Summer”. I know, I know, the punishment for that offense is watching my Tumblr card be cut to shreds. If it helps, I really wanted to see it. I even spent my entire summer waiting for it to air on HBO or some other premium channel that came with cable I mooch off of when I go home for breaks. It’s funny, my situation was much like the Expectations/Reality bit in the movie. I expected to kick off my summer with the movie everyone was raving about, but in reality, the closest I got to watching it was through the memes on my dashboard. Anyway, I’m putting a close to the back story. All that matters is that I finally got to feast my eyes on the brilliance that is this movie (thanks to a friend who lives in an apartment with a killer DVD collection).

While I loved every bit of it, I couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to place a shiny pistol on Summer’s head after seeing that ring on her finger. How sketchy could this bitch be? Sure, she stressed that she didn’t want anything too serious from jump, but that didn’t stop me from rooting for Tommer (mash-up), despite their different views on the whole love thing. In fact, I was riding on quite the emotional rollercoaster while watching their awkward relationship croak. All in all, the comic relief, drama, and interesting settings, were worth the 95 precious minutes of my life. Next stop, owning the DVD. 

“I hate her crooked teeth. I hate her 1960’s hair-cut. I hate her knobby knees. I hate her cock roached shaped splotch on her neck..” Hands down my favorite quote in the movie. Roasted.