17 Again

As I so boldly posted as my Facebook status, I have an entirely inappropriate crush on Zac Efron. I find him utterly attractive. This being admitted, I was invited to a screening of 17 Again on Monday. I woke up with the regular excitement that Manic Monday Mornings bring, and with a twinge of true, not-sarcastic excitement at the opportunity to see this gorgeous man's new movie for free. (I might find the guy good looking, but I wasn't about to cough up $10.50 to see his movie. That's what NetFlix is for.) With this event in mind, I somehow made it through the droll day and went to stand in line with all the other angsty pre-teens to wait for the doors to open.

As soon as I saw Zac's face on that screen, I swooned. Yes, swooned. And then I got over it and realized I was actually paying attention to the movie. It wasn't just this man's gorgeous face that I was enjoying, but it was the movie itself that was holding my attention. Not only can Efron act better than I imagined, but he kept up with a surprising comedic cast made up of Leslie Mann, Mathew Perry, Melora Hardin and Thomas Lennon. The plot line flowed well and the packed audience seemed to actually care for the characters. For example, the middle-aged man, most likely a movie critic, next to me even managed to let out a few guffaws and heartfelt sighs. In total honesty, I walked out of the theater pleasantly surprised and a little bit more infatuated with...sigh...Zefron...sigh...

Adult Temper Tantrum

Welp, I'm currently at work, bored per usual. With no outlet whatsoever to direct my boredom to, I've discovered I'm feeling extremely destructive. It's actually taking quite a lot of willpower just to not throw things around. It's not like I want to throw my monitor from the 8th floor window (although...), but I do have the urge to throw my pink Sharpie highlighter across the room. Suddenly, I'm realizing I feel about four years old right now, and the destructive behavior I feel is actually a temper tantrum.

So I've realized I'm going through what I will call the Adult Temper Tantrum.

It's "adult" because you're not on the ground crying until you're red in the face, or holding your breath until you turn blue in the face, or making your face turn any particular color in general. Rather this Adult Temper Tantrum makes you want to mess with people, particularly your co-workers. For instance, throwing a pen in your co-worker's general direction seems like a very good idea when experiencing an Adult Temper Tantrum. If the pen hits him or her, then great, but if it doesn't, you most likely still got his or her attention. Now they feel obliged to pick the pen up. It's not a huge inconvenience, but still a bit of a bother. It's an even better reaction if the pen is thrown back at you. Another common feeling resulting from Adult Temper Tantrums is the urge to take someone's cup of paperclips and just knock it to the floor and run away giggling. Again, this does not creat havoc or utter destruction, but it's enough of an outburst that you've let out your frustration and inconvenienced his or her life just enough for the next few minutes. Watching the unlucky co-worker pick up the paperclips is also a nice little bonus.

In short, the four year old in me right now does not wish to cause harm or break anything. I simply want to make something incredibly inconvenient for you and walk away smiling.