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Red, the blood of angry men!

Just saw Les Mis. It was AMAZING! Indescribably amazing. The goosebumps on my arms started with the first words of Look Down and didn't stop until the credits were over. My. Goodness. So good. If I was rich I'd go see it again. And then again. And then maybe three more times. Ahh! Such a great movie! I'm glad I waited to see it with Sammy and my sister. I hate watching love stories by myself because I get all sad and miss Sammy. Waiting to see it until I was home was a great decision.

I saw Les Mis back in high school, and was so glad to have seen it again! This time, I was able to understand ALL the jokes. Haha ; )

Favorite quote? Sammy going Friend Zoned when Eponine brought Marius to Cossette.

Still can't get over how incredible it was. What was weird though, was some coincidences that happened today! So, back in 8th grade, I had a best friend named Jessica. We were going to different high schools and were very sad about it. There was some high school event, and while there I met another girl named Jessica who had the most beautiful curly hair I'd ever seen. I was intimidated by her though and figured I'd never know her. When I went back to report to my best friend Jessica, I told her the other Jessica would have to be my replacement as a friend named Jessica.

I went to high school, and the honors program I was in took us to see Les Mis live. With a crazy turn of events, I ended up sitting next to curly haired Jessica for those three hours, and we got a whole lot of talking done. We later became friends and I felt silly for being intimidated by her. But I loved Les Mis that day, just as I loved it today.

Anyways. Today, we went to the theater and who was there, but my best friend from eighth grade Jessica! She was working and we only got to talk for a little bit, but it was still great to see her. I remembered the first time I saw Les Mis, and laughed that I got to sort of see it with both my friends named Jessica.

Thank you dad for owning the Braodway cd's of Les Mis. I don't know what else I'd do right now without them.

I love Les Mis. What a great way to spend the first day of the year. That is all.



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