Amy's bloodstream, now fortified with coffee AND coke

As if four cups of coffee daily isn't enough, I suddenly had this hankering for Diet Coke yesterday afternoon. Teased the folks to getting them their usual Lift and I was off to Acer Grocery. Chugged half the 1.5 liter by midnight.

Was able to catch 'White Oleander' on HBO. I've heard some comments about the movie from my friends and it was quite something. For those who have seen it, it is a throwback to all those mother-daughter conflict movies (refer to 'Anywhere But Here' and, well, 'Anywhere But Here'). Suddenly, one is reminded of the million and one times you just wanted to strangle your mother. Then you are reminded of your Catholic tradition and the Virgin Mary, (Mother to us all) and try to stifle such impure thoughts.

Being the crybaby that I am, I, surprisingly, did not cry during the mother-daughter conflicts. I instead cried over the scene where the daughter (played very well by Alison Loman, not sure if I get that right) finally sought refuge with this guy friend of hers (played by Patrick Fugit) at the foster kids place after realizing she has no one (as in NO ONE) to turn to. This, after she blew him off after she came back to the place after the suicide of her second foster mother (played by Renee Zellweger, in an off-beat role, leaving her unrecognizable, none of her usual pouty, chirpy roles).

On yet another movie note, I caught'Reality Bites' on Star Movies last Sunday and finally saw it for what it really is: a collage of sound bites which, oddly enough, is quite representative of 90s pop culture. Several things I saw that time that I ignored before: the names of Evan Dando and Dave Pirner on the opening credits and Winona Ryder bra-less when she finally saw her documentary butchered at the viewing party.

I am now cured of my 'Reality Bites' obsession. But not yet my Ethan Hawke obsession. Maybe if I get to see 'Before Sunrise' once again on cable, that will end it altogether.