Chick Flicks

I admit it, my life is sometimes really pathetic.
The last three nights in a row I've gone to bed around ten 0'clock. Except, I didn't go straight to sleep, I put on a chick flick. Then today I went with my roommate to see a chick flick in the movie theater. It's like I crave these unrealistic, drama-filled movies where the girl always gets the guy and the guy is always this extremely attractive, suave and mysterious man. Why? I don't know! I honestly have no idea why I seem to find some kind of pleasure out of depressing myself full of Hollywood's version of love and happy endings. Perhaps it's because my life is currently void of these things so I live my love-life vicariously through lies. Or maybe it's because I'm surrounded by cute, happy couples and watching the lies in the movies somehow makes me feel better about myself not being a part of such a couple. Or maybe, just maybe, it's because I can't get a date with any guy that I want to go out with (which is a whole other story in itself) so I spend Friday nights like tonight alone, blogging. Watching the movies somehow makes me feel not-so-lonely (well, for the first hour and a half. Then when it starts to get good I'm ready to gag myself).
It kind of sounds like I'm having a pity-party, and that could be partly true, but I'm honestly just intrigued by the psychology in all of this. I was driving home from the movies tonight and I just kept thinking about how I don't have ANY plans this weekend, and how I am just floored as to how I got here. Here, to this part of my life. Here, in Provo, in college. Here, spending my Friday nights alone at home instead of going out partying or whatever it is you normal college kids do.