HM

I am CLEANING up my computer, to prepare for the new schoolyear, and I find weird things all over the place. I tend to press save a lot withput sctually thinking about where I save it or what the document is called :P That results in a lot of searching through my computer and claiming things are gone, when they are just hiding in some file called School, Parents or just Shit. (That’s a fact)

Once upon a time I saw this movie called The Time Travellers Wife, I googled some pictures and I wrote something about it. Now I found it back. And on this dreary Thursday evening I am copying and printing it into the space I’m typing right now, so that I can go back to my book and bed. *smile*

The Time Travellers Wife

 

Can I say HM as a review. It was a weird movie, that is all I can say. Confusing... I watched it with friends and we had to figure out together how everything worked. It had a great cast, Rachel McAdams is so cool, and was entertaining, but not something to recommend. Watch it on a rainy Sunday evening, with a few friends and don’t expect too much.

Alba at Nine: Tell me the story of how you and Mama met?

Henry DeTamble: Doesn’t she tell you?

Alba at Nine: She does, but not like you do.

Henry DeTamble: Well, it was right here in this meadow. And one fine day, your mom, who’s just a tiny little thing, goes out to the clearing, and there’s a man there.

Alba at Nine: With no clothes.

Henry DeTamble: Not a stitch on him. And after she gives him the blanket she happens to be carrying, he explains to her that he’s a time traveler. Now, for some reason I’ll never understand, she believes him.

Alba at Nine: ‘Cause it’s true.

Clare Abshire: Honey, do you know who that is playing with Alba?

Henry DeTamble: That’s Alba.

Clare Abshire: Yes, I know, but who is that with her?

Henry DeTamble: That’s your daughter. She’s time-travelling. Is it too weird for you?

Clare Abshire: No, it’s actually kind of magical.

Ahhh, the sweet release of being able to delete somthing on my computer...