Wednesday, February 27, 2013

The Oscars

It's special to watch someone you don't know cry over an award you are jealous of beyond belief, gleaming in the whites of your eyes. Whether it be your favorite, like Anne Hathaway, or the favorite, like Anne Hathaway, or a guy you really don't care about at all, like that guy from the Tarantino movie - why did he win again? Sometimes, I imagine myself standing up there, in the red ballgown I bought at an auction in upstate New York, a beautiful burgundy with blue shades; the full skirt would flap around my feet and I would laugh a little as Jennifer Lawrence handed me a little gold man... I wanted to be the youngest actress to ever win best, but now I'm twelve: too late.

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