I watched another movie today. Wait, sorry, I meant wept through. I wept through a movie today. I wept through a movie sitting next to a very nice stranger who I could tell was also trying to hold back tears. He was more successful than I. Unfortunately, this nice man-stranger got to experience my ugly cry as the roomie and I experienced "the fault in our stars". Erin and I found ourselves the cheapest theater in the area and purchased our tickets to see this movie, fully expecting a bonding experience of sorts, I mean roommates that cry together become lifelong bestfriends, right? And although it worked (we're on a new level in our friendship for sure), I feel like I experienced that same bonding with mr. beard next to me. I mean, who sits RIGHT NEXT TO someone at the theater? Bizarre-o. 

Anyway, FANTASTIC movie!! I read the book than watched the movie and the director/actors/literallyeverythingelse gave full justice to the authors original intent. I'm in awe. Not sad, just moving. The tears were a more instinctual reaction to another human being crying than my own sorrow. Don't get me wrong, it's a pretty sad movie since death is involved. But it's also brilliant and revolutionary and inspiring and just beautiful. Read the book. Then see it. 

And another tip - watch this before you watch Divergent. If it's too late for you, just prepare yourself for the siblings from Divergent to fall in love. Weird how casting worked out like that.