Pants

tonight we saw 500 Days of Summer.
It was a wonderful movie, I love how it ended with barely any predictability.
Zooey is so radiant.
Especially in the scene on the train, I love the way the sun hit her face.
Joseph, the main character (Tom) was cute, my friends thought he was adorable, but I didn't find him really that attractive.
Not saying he was bad looking, I was picturing a different look for his part though.
But hey, that's just me.
Tomorrow I will be interviewed. I've always won over interviews, every one I have ever been too. Yet only sometimes, do I go through with the job.
This time, I will (once I get my car that is).
I feel a lot of me has matured. I don't care much for gossip, the pointless kind of which I paid more attention to before. I don't believe it, don't spread it, don't give a damn.
If a friend tells me something now that they are confiding in me with, I've been very good at keeping it to myself and giving them the best advice I can. I've been trying harder around the house, doing mostly all the loads of dishes and doing laundry (my clothes, and the towels)
To be honest, I love doing laundry. Don't ask why, I just LOVE doing laundry. I find it relaxing and useful. I understand every element of it, as for before I didn't pay any attention.
Doing the dishes is almost the same, except more....ick. to me, at least. But I still somewhat enjoy getting it done, and looking forward to fresh, clean, as if it is new items. That goes for laundry, dishes, anything of the matter. I would like to be more independent, knowing this, I know there will always be a part of me sincerely DE-pendant. I can't say I'll ever be one of those women who can go years and years without a man in her life and be 100% perfectly fine and happy. I'd like to have the comfort of a man in my life, maybe not now but when necessary. All the while, I still aim to have most things going on my life completely on my own. As in, I in no way will be close to clingy.

I don't understand why some of the people you feel you care about most, hurt you the most.
is it just that we notice it more than the people who don't matter as much?
or do they know they count so much in our lives, they just do what they want not thinking twice on the damage?
Sometimes I think, how can they do such things.
Why put us in the situations they do. It's beyond me, I hope I never do that to somebody who cares about me dearly.
At the same time of course, even though they do things that make you mad, they are also just trying to help you.

I know it's only one, but I should sleep.