10 Things I Hate About You...et Chipotle!

You guys.
Chipotle is delicious. Salt Lake is groovy. End of story.
(Hitting up Twilight Concert Series a LOT this summer? Oui, merci.)
And in other news...(more important news)...(most fabulous news)...
I watched a groovy 60s play of The Taming of the Shrew with my best friend Friday night (extra credit? we love it.) and it was pretty fantastic. 
That's shameful, but true.
But after that...we watched 10 Things I Hate About You.
(closet poet?)
(yes.)
(no.)
(lord, no.)
I've never actually seen Heath Ledger in anything, and he abso-friggin-lutely blew me away.  Haven't been able to stop thinking about the movie (read, Heath Ledger) all weekend, wanted to kiss the lady who found it for me at FYE this morning. (Alternately, wanted to junk-punch the guy at Walmart who couldn't find it for me Saturday.)
Heath Ledger was (frankly, is still) quite possibly the loveliest thing ever, and seriously?  While definitely chick-flick classic, 10 Things I Hate About You isn't amazing. (Okay, well I think it is, but I know it's not. Capice?)
Heath Ledger even said he disliked the movie, because it was "somewhat shallow, with little opportunity for character development".  Which I agree with, and while it's annoying when some actors whine about the movie that gave them their big start, he at least acknowledges that it was a starting place.
But even in a "somewhat shallow" movie...law, he was TALENTED.  At eighteen. So impressed. So obsessed. And so sad.
(He was also gorgeous, but it's cool, whatever...he didn't become, in about the first fifteen minutes, even more beautiful than Jake Gyllenhaal...it's cool, whatever...number one on my favorite celebrity men list, whatever...)
So that's my story.
And if you need proof, I mean, come on.

Anyways...as with all good chick flicks, this movie makes me simultaneously very happy and quite depressed.  It's cool, whatever.
(Sensing a refrain, here...)
So, shallow or not, thanks, director-producer-people.  10 Things I Hate About You...is like a freaking teenage dream. (Not the Katy Perry type, thanks.)
Please go watch it, mes amies.  Seriously.  He's so sweet.  And he SINGS.  beautifully.  If that's not enough...I mean, who are you? Seriously.  Punk.
And we all need another reinforcement of whatever it is that dementedly makes us want bad boys, right? It's all good.  Hollywood stereotypes, whaaaat?
xxx and all that jazz,
Tabby
Oh, and kids, let me go on a five-second ADD rant/spaz:
Where the Wild Things Are!
Owned it for a semester, it was all scratched and damaged from falling about in the box, kept falsely hoping it would work...
and now all I can say is, God bless you, Amazon.
Five dollars, thanks, I will. (AND IT COMES IN FRENCH.)
                                            (Now that's happy.)