i drag behind

this is NOT what it looks like outside. this is wishful thinking.




over the weekend i watched casablanca. this is one of those weird, anomolous, slipped through the crack situations... although i was a screenwriting major and i love classic black and white films, i'd never seen it. and the funny thing is that when harry met sally was on when i was putting the DVD in, and they reference casablanca quite often in that movie.

so it's good. i mean everyone already knows it's good. that's why it's a classic. and you already know half the dialogue, because it gets quoted and thrown around so damn much.

but what struck me was this: they don't end up together. i sort of knew that, but the gravity of it really hit me, maybe because i'd had champagne with brunch. it's one of the "greatest love stories" and there's no happily ever after. and then i tried to think about my other fave love stories, gone with the wind and flirting and um... ok, in charade they end up together. and in amelie. anyway, i just sort of thought to myself, why does so-called true love end? riddle me this, reese and ryan, fedex and brit, scarlett and rhett.


completely unrelated:
warhol sneakers.

here's the song i have on repeat:



it's been a placebo kind of week.



you're always ahead of the game
I drag behind
you never get caught in the rain
when I'm drenched to the bone every time
you're the first one to swim across the Seine
I lag behind
you're always ahead of the game
while I drag behind...

you're always ahead of the pack
I drag behind
you possess every trait that I lack
by coincidence or by design
you're the monkey I got on my back
that tells me to shine
you're always ahead of the pack
while I drag behind...

you're always ahead of the rest
when I'm always on time
you got A's on your algebra test
I failed and they kept me behind
I just gotta get off my chest
that I think you're divine
you're always ahead of the rest
while I drag behind...