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Migraines and Me
I was 8 years old and on a family tour of the Four Corners when I had my first migraine. On that memorable trip through the oven baked deserts of the American Southwest, my family and I bonded through the majestic experience of me projectile vomiting most of the way through Utah. Ah, yes. A young girl's first migraine is truly site to behold. And besmelled.

Now in my mid- to late-twenties migraines and I have become fast friends. For the past three years I've had constant, continuous migraines, which is as fun as it sounds. It's like the flu 24/7, but without the possibility of death's sweet release. Thanks to the migraines my two-year long master's program will take me 5 years to complete (failed one semester, took medical leave for year-and-a-half).

Migraines and Movies
Although it hasn't been good for my studies, the migraines have been great for cinematic education. I watch a loooot of movies while I'm sitting still in my dark, quiet room. The migraines, actually, have an added bonus: Migraines make me so forgetful that I can watch the same movie several times and still not remember how it ends! This happens even during hour-long cop shows. On bad migraine days, twenty minutes into a whodunit I can't remember who got killed, who the suspect is, or why he's suspected. So don't be alarmed to see a movie reviewed multiple times and receiving multiple grades.

Migraines mess with your head. They make you stupid. Very, very, very stupid. So the movie review will be accompanied by a migraine review: Where the migraine is on a 1-10 scale, 10 being the worst.

I don't really expect anyone to read this so I'm not going to say anything else, except that I'm doing this for my own amusement and . . . uh, yeah. So, "ha!"