#it's queuesday

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I hadn't watched this one for more than ten years and I was really happy to find it again.

For me this movie has so many layers, and it might be disguised as a children's story with Goofy of all characters as the protagonist, but it's deeper than that. I get to see the relationship between an oblivious parent with good intentions that are never enough; I get to see the pressure in high school for the children to fit in; I get to see the need to change yourself for the person you like to notice you, as if being yourself isn't enough. It's about the influence others can have on you, and mostly how important communication is in every relationship, either parent and child or friends or spouses. Watching it again in my twenties, I wish my parents had been a little more like Goofy in the end.

Small things from my Amazon/ThinkGeek wishlist

Money to get tattoos (I hope I'll find a friendly artist who will charge less if I go and get like three or four small ones at one go)

Yep, I actually have the nerve to call myself a Dreamworks fan and I hadn't watched the Prince of Egypt.

Οι Δεινόσαυροι της Παταγονίας στην Αθήνα!!

Maybe this is what I have needed all along. I've needed her to keep me grounded. Everything seems so different with her in my life. I find myself smiling, find myself finding beauty in such small things. I just worry about so much though.

I'm worried about Chase. Chase who refuses to open up to me and I know it's all my fault. I can't help that my feelings towards him dissipated, but the way he shut me out reminded me that if I hadn't left then he might have been at least a little bit happier than he is now. It's selfish of me to think so - but I haven't seen him like this. 

I shouldn't be so worried about him. He'll be fine. He's pulled through rougher patches of his life. I should just spend the time I have with Remy and keep positive. 

I thought I would get better at this. Not having all these messy thoughts and worries that drove me to the brink of a meltdown. House was right. I do love damaged people. Maybe I need them to feel more secure in myself. I can't help it, they're so intriguing and it gives me something to think about. I thought it would get better - that I wouldn't be drawn to those who are broken or torn...