FML
Movies I Can Watch Over and Over Again:
Clueless (1995)“Searching for a boy in high school is as useless as searching for meaning in a Pauly Shore movie.”
(via atomicblonde)
“Look, I’m just curious,” Jim began. “How many hours a day do you spend grooming yourself?”
Spock paused and looked at Jim from under long lashes. “Some people are not lucky enough to be as naturally adorable as you are.”
“Stop it, you’re making me blush.”
“Yes,” Spock declared smugly, “I am.”
Mortified, Jim placed his hands on his cheeks and realized Spock was right. He was blushing.
Spock leaned close to Jim, closing his eyes and placing his hands over Jim’s hands, which were still on his face. Jim remained transfixed while Spock breathed in deeply. “Mmm, your face smells like peppermint.”
And just like that, Spock leaned in the rest of the way and kissed him.
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Jim turned the corner and what he saw made him seriously contemplate just turning around and running in the other direction. Spock and Uhura were standing in the corridor, and they were standing way too close to one another.
“Oh, Nyota,” Spock purred. “Do you remember when we spent those four amazing hours in the hot tub together after the graduation party?
“Uhh, ye… no.”
“Well, this is so much better than that! Excuse me, I have some research to do.”
Spock bounded down the corridor, and Jim hastened to follow him. He caught up with him in the turbolift, which hummed to life.
“I gave her everything, Jim! I was half a virgin when I met her.”
“Right…wait, what?!?”
The lift came to a stop, and Spock strode out. Jim ran after him, for the second time.
“Hey, Spock! Do you wanna do something fun? Wanna get some chocolate?”
“I can’t eat chocolate, I’m on an all-carb diet. GOD Jim, you’re so stupid!”
Spock threw his arms up in the air and stormed off again.
(Source: verizonhorizon.livejournal.com)
Everything I think and everything I do is wrong. I was wrong about the cabbie, I was wrong about “Jim”, and now John hates me. It all boils down to one inevitable conclusion: I am just totally clueless.
Oh, and this John and Sarah thing is wigging me more than anything. I mean, what is my problem? John is my pal. I don’t begrudge him a girlfriend. I really…Ooh, I wonder if they have that jacket in my size…
What does she want with John, anyway? He dresses funny, he listens to complaint rock, he’s not even cute…in a conventional way. I mean, he’s just like this slug who hangs around the flat all the time. And he’s a hideous dresser; I couldn’t take him anywhere. Wait a second, what am I stressing about? This is, like, *John*! OK, OK, so he’s kind of a Baldwin, but what would he want with Sarah? She couldn’t make him happy. John needs someone with imagination, someone to take care of him, someone to laugh at his jokes…in case he ever makes any. [Then suddenly…] Oh my God. I love John!
I am majorly, totally, butt-crazy in love with John!
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