I had my first cliché movie moment in a while earlier tonight. I went to PiLam to go to happy hour and the doors were all locked. In addition to this, Doug's phone was off (well, technically it just wasn't receiving calls, but that's just semantics), so I thought to myself, "What's a girl to do when it's balls ass cold and she needs to be let into a building?"

So I threw rocks at his window. In the typical old fashioned movie way, except I throw like a girl and had to throw several of them before my aim was good enough. Doug (and Artie, who was hanging out in Doug's room) opened the window, and Artie asked where my boombox was.

It was kind of perfect, even though the window in question didn't belong to any romantic interest or best friend boy next door who wants to be more (only phrased like that because it rhymed, I promise).

I need more cliché movie moments in my life. Or at the very least, cliché romantic (we're talking 1800s) literature. Because at least then I'd have the drama of having the consumption and tragically dying in glorious Devonwald's arms, after sharing one first and final epic kiss (which incidentally turned out to be fatal for Devonwald because I was contagious).

I need more excitement.