Expired Hockey Tickets
Because throwing used items away is a foreign concept to me, apparently.

Tampons
So I can plug any leaks if my car starts to take on water as I drive home. Why else?

Deodorant
I'm obsessed with things that smell nice. I like my armpits to be two of those things.

A Pair of Socks
I honestly have no clue. I've been looking for that particular pair for like two months now. Score!

Hairspray
Two reasons: 1) to spray on my hair, and 2) to spray in someone's eyes if they get on my nerves too much. That stuff burns, or so I'm told.

A Work Order from the Apple Store that is over a year old
Nostalgia, maybe?

A Container of Assorted Pills
At one time I probably knew what each of these were. Now I guess they're for a night when I'm feeling adventurous, or possibly suicidal.

An Umbrella Cover
The umbrella is in my school bag. The cover is in my purse. Perhaps one day the two might meet again.

A Piece of Gum w/ Fuzz on it
If I desperately need minty-fresh breath no matter what the cost.

Assorted Cough Drops
Since they're all half out of their wrappers, I'm assuming they're simply there to add an extra lining to the bottom of my purse.

About 20 different tubes of Lipstick
Because you can never have too much lipstick. Maybe one day I'll put them all on at once and see if my lips end up brown, like when you mix all the different crayon colours in a box.

Bottle Opener
It magically changes me into my superhero alter-ego. And it opens bottles, too.

3 Books of Matches
I don't smoke, so I have no idea. I guess to build a fire if I'm ever stranded in the forest somewhere with my nice Coach purse in tow. That happens more often than you'd think.

Wallet
Peer pressure, I suppose. Everyone else has one.

A Brush/Mirror Combo
So I can practice looking indignant. That's a specialty of mine.

A Chik-Fil-A Coupon that expired 2 years ago
If I ever go back in time, I'll be able to get a free chicken sandwich with the purchase of any medium fountain drink, THAT'S why.

Anyone who knows me personally (or follows me on Twitter) knows that I hate children. They smell, their hands are always sticky, and they know just the perfect range to shriek at in order to burst your eardrums and/or give you a migraine for the rest of the day. I don't want children, ever. Yet I absolutely adore children's literature (with the exception of C. S. Lewis and Tolkien, whose works, in my humble opinion, are simply well-veiled attempts at indoctrinating children into a system of belief; in each of their cases, that system is Christianity). This book, The Little Prince, is one of my favourites. Not just in the children's lit category, but of all time.

It's a pretty simple book at first glance. It has illustrations, the print is large enough for a child to make out the words, and yet at the same time it is so intricate that often I wonder if I might have understood it better when I was 6 as opposed to now. The author writes in such a way that it makes children seem like they are far more intelligent and have a much greater understanding of the world around them than their adult counterparts. In many ways, they do.

The book is significant to me in that, surprisingly enough, it helped shape not just my idea of the world around me, but also my political and social ideas, too. Very few people are (un)fortunate enough to get to talk politics with me, but those who do will immediately see where I'm coming from when they read this story. The words the fox says, the mocking way the prince thinks back on the businessman and the king. These things forced me to see the world differently, and to remember that the things my adult mind often perceives as important are usually anything but. There is always time to smell the flowers, to look at the stars, and to laugh. I try to remind myself of this as much as I can, despite the fact I'm an unrepentant pessimist most of the time.

If you can, I suggest taking half an hour one day and reading this book. It's extremely enjoyable, easy to read, and it's available online, with the illustrations still in-tact, for free. It's really worth it.

Here's a link to the book in its entirety: http://wikilivres.info/wiki/The_Little_Prince

This film means more to me than any other. I could gush on and on about it for days without repeating myself. Not only is it the last silent film Charlie Chaplin (a personal hero of mine) made, but it also holds two distinctive titles for me: Most Romantic Movie Ever (really), and My Favourite Movie of All-Time. I assure you that this movie will leave a more lasting impression on you than any of the other movies they try to push on people, especially women, as ideally romantic, like The Notebook. I have to be careful when and where I watch City Lights because I will literally be weeping loudly like a child at the end. I don't do that with any other movie. It's simply that powerful. It rips your heart out.

I'll briefly explain where I'm coming from here. The movie is focused on a blind girl who sells flowers on the street. Another streetdweller (Chaplin's classic Tramp character) becomes enamoured and finds out there is an operation this girl can have that would restore her sight. He is so moved by her that he decides to find a way to make enough money to pay for it. He sweeps streets, gets beaten up, accused of stealing, and all kinds of other predicaments in his search for a few pennies, but he keeps trying. There is plenty of comedy in these segments, of course; a Chaplin movie wouldn't be complete without the funniest man ever doing his signature slapstick (I'm a bit partial, I know). He is sentenced to jail, but before he goes he gives her the gift, she has the surgery, and opens a flower shop. She assumes it was a rich man who gave her the money, so every time a rich guy walks in to her shop she wonders if it was him. When the tramp is released from jail, he sees her, her sight restored, selling flowers in her store. The last scene, where she assumes he is begging and grabs his hand to give him a dime, is seriously the most powerful scene in movie history.

There's just something about the dynamic between the two characters that is absolutely overwhelming when you watch them together. It's very sensual out of necessity, since she could not see who he was during most of their interactions. Gives a new dimension to "love at first sight," in which the two had never looked upon one another face-to-face, but knew each other completely despite it all. Yet it's innocent at the same time: there's no sex or innuendo or even a kiss in this movie, simply because there doesn't need to be. Everything that needs to be communicated is done so in silence. The last glance they share, where she looks at him for the very first time, says more in a few little seconds than I, or anyone else, would ever be able to.

Most people think they dislike silent movies. That's probably because they've never seen a truly good one. City Lights wouldn't be nearly as amazing with sound added in. I think if you watch it you will see exactly what I mean by that statement. Take some time and really enjoy this movie. Don't watch it when you can't give it the attention it deserves. And of course If you don't like it, I promise to refund you the time you spent watching it with my trusty time machine. Meet me at Twin Pines Mall at midnight, okay? And for god's sake, watch out for the Libyans!

Pretty In Pink is my favourite guilty-pleasure movie. I have every song from the movie (including all the ones playing in the background that go uncredited in the soundtrack) in my iTunes library. I know most of the dialogue by heart. I love the music, the clothes, the fact it exemplifies everything that was great about the 80's that I never had a chance to see. But I especially love it because of Duckie. He's the kind of character that annoys the shit out of you at first, but by the end you're on your feet cheering at the screen, hoping he'll get a chance to win the girl. And in the original cut of this movie, he did. But test audiences didn't like the "message" it sent - the poor girl getting rejected by the rich guy and ending up with her best friend didn't sound as good to them as her ending up with her dream guy despite the odds. I'll be honest: I stop the movie at the end of the first prom scene, where Duckie and Andie walk into the prom together. Cause that's where it originally ended. I don't give a shit about the tacked-on rest. I cry every time, too.

So now that you know my sappy little secret, I'll explain why I love Duckie so much.

I wasn't unpopular in high school. I had lots of friends, I dated a lot, and I never had to deal with most of the "OMG NERD!!" crap. But I've always been the type of person who is VERY dedicated relationship-wise. Be it a friendship or a romantic relationship, I would pretty much do anything to make the other person happy. When I consider someone important to me, then I go all-out and often alter my life in ways that aren't always beneficial to me, just because they want/need me to. Need to talk? I'll drop everything. Want to meet somewhere RIGHT NOW? Give me five minutes to get dressed, and I'm there. While this might be seen as a good quality, it has screwed me over more times than I can imagine. Mostly because people take advantage of me. They see how eager I am to please them and they use me until something better comes along. This isn't always the case, of course, but it happens a lot.

So I know exactly how the poor guy feels. But in his defense, he has a wicked wardrobe, he can dance, and he got one whole entry on my Plinky AND Tumblr page dedicated to him. What more could a guy ask for?