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If you know me, even just a little, you might have noticed my unnatural love of cheese. All kinds of it. Today I got a healthy portion of it. It's my mom's birthday (Happy Birthday, Mom!) and since I had the afternoon off I thought it vital to take her to the movies. We occasionally go to the dollar theatre and watch a chick flick because, by that point, no one else wants to see it. Okay, I'm cheap and I'm willing to wait a year to see a movie just so it only costs me 2 dollars for a ticket. Plus, I think my mom is the only one who understands that I'm still a kid, so she'll humor me and see kid movies. And I'm pretty sure she might still be a kid, too.

Today was kid movie day. No, I didn't see The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything (although I will at some point), but I saw Enchanted. If anyone loves cheesy movies I would suggest this movie a hundred times over. It had every element of the classic Disney fairy tale and all things that are good. It put me in a great mood. You're a fool is you think you're too good for this movie. It was great. It gives me hope that one day I, too, can start singing in the middle of the street and have everyone join in.

On to my next point: Patrick Dempsey is waxy.

I've been dreaming of a True Love's kiss.

Carmen.