In no order:
1. Awakened my long forgotten childhood crush on Joseph Gordon Levitt, the then-little boy who made me believe in Angels (in the Outfield), and made me wish I was Larisa Oleynik in 10 Things I Hate About You.
2. Made me doubt my gender, at least for 2 hours, especially whenever Zooey Deschanel looked straight at me the camera through her long eyelashes, or sang a song (*to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die*), or smiled, or laughed.
3. Left me hanging on my seat until the credits ended, partly because I wanted to see the titles of the songs that were used in the movie, mostly because the entire 2 hours made me feel like I needed extra 15 minutes to absorb what just happened there.
4. Made me download The Smiths,
5. the entire (500) Days of Summer OST,
6. a (500) Days of Summer wallpaper,
7. and Ringo Star’s Octopus’ Garden.
8. Prompted me to schedule a trip to the mall as soon as it opens tomorrow later to finally get a bed frame and Christmas lights to put up in my bedroom. I don’t know why I’ve put that one off this long.
9. Made me want to sit in a crowded park and scream words I don’t dare say in front of our Pastor. And my Mom.
10. Made me want to watch it alone. No, wait. Done that.
11. Made me google photos of Zooey’s pretty dresses, skirts, vests and jackets. (And think about when to go dress-shopping again.) ♥
12. Made me miss riding buses and trains.
13. Made me want to laugh like no one’s watching and say with confidence, “Who cares, I’m happy.”
14. Inspired me to appreciate beauty in random places (like old buildings and empty park benches and cheesy greeting cards).
15. Inspired me to be like Summer, who knew when to give all or reserve some for herself, who had the courage to decide when to step back or take the leap, who knew when the answer was “no” or when it was time to say “yes”.
16. Made me want to be someone‘s Summer, to feel how it’s like to be someone’s obsession again.
17. Inspired me to be like Tom, who loved like he’s not scared of getting his heart broken, who found strength to get out of whatever rut he’s in to find (and fight for) what made him happy, who had the courage to love, to get hurt, to feel.
18. Made me accept the grim reality that I’m uncool (because watching romantic comedies are, to me, life-altering experiences), a masochist (because I enjoy movies that end with broken hearts), and a closet romantic (because movies like this *points to the photo* make me like this *points to myself*), rolled into one misunderstood human being.
It’s quite a relief to blurt these things out. You know.