You know you're a film major when...

...you compare your life to a movie whenever possible. But when you think about it, most movies tell the story of a day in the life of the main character.

I guess you could say I'm the main character here (Or, at least, that's what I tell myself every day). You need to have the best friend to get into trouble with and pick you up when you're down (Maria), the smart friend with the good advice (Joanne), and a supporting cast of the bests (Jess, Tom, Nikki, Steph, Krista, Sarah and Ellis).

There's never a dull moment. Yesterday, on my way to work, I stopped in to Dunkin' Donuts before my shift, like I do every day before work. Being Father's Day, I was feeling extra nice, and I walked out of Dunkin's with a tray of my coffee, my dad's coffee, my breakfast, and a gift card for Dad. I approached the door and there was a man on the other side. Young, he wasn't dressed all that great, but he seemed nice enough when he opened the door for me and said, "Here you go."

Appreciative of this gesture, I smiled and thanked the nice man. Then I stepped out of the door and my flip-flop slipped on the wet cement. I almost went down and lost the coffee, but I managed to catch myself. While all this was happening, this stranger reached out for me to try and break my fall. Another nice gesture. Embarassed, I looked down at the ground, avoiding his gaze.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

"Yeah, thanks," I smiled sheepishly.

"You know, I would have caught you," he said.

Obviously, there's a higher power out there that thinks I'm Renee Zellweger and I need to be saved by a man in some cliche chick flick scenario. Translation: You're single.

Thanks, Jesus/Buddha/Allah/Mohammed/Yahweh. 'Preciate it.

This movie sucks.