Jennifer Love Hewitt wakes up and sits in her bed, the wind blowing her white curtain. She shakes her head, wondering if she should skip her contemporary lit class. She steps out of bed and walks to the bathroom. She opens the medicine cabinet and stares at her face in the mirror, rolling her eyes.

She takes off her tank top and turns towards the changing screen. She puts on champagne colored hip huggers, low-cut blouse and a pastel scarf around her neck. She walks down the stairs to the street. She passes by a diner, where a guy leans in to kiss his date. She turns her head away and leaves. He is shirtless with embarrassment.

At a store, she sings at the microphone with her band playing next to her in the tight space. People stand by the doors and listen. By the barbershop a few stores over, a young woman trips on the sidewalk, her books flying on the pavement. Another young woman turns around and laughs at her. She hides her face behind her book bag.

A young man whispers to his crush. As he tells her something, she’s can’t believe he’s saying it to her. She leaves him. He is also shirtless with embarrassment.

After practice, Hewitt walks down the street back to her apartment. She passes a young man shouting at his girlfriend, who is throwing his clothes over the balcony. Hewitt checks his chest out, as his shirt disappears with embarrassment.

She stands in the middle of the street, cars driving by on both sides. A little girl watches her from the backseat of the car while her mother heads downtown.

She sits at a diner, pulling on her scarf while waiting for the server. She stands outside a scarlet red-painted building.

She returns home, smiling. She drops her scarf on the floor.

On the street, she looks down and notices her hip huggers have disappeared. She tiptoes on her bare feet and rushes upstairs, checking to see if anyone saw her.

She gets into bed, covering her chest with the sheet, laughing. Then, she glances out her window to see if anyone is watching her. On the street, a twentysomething man plays with toys.

Rating: 3/5

Awakened by the street noise, Jennifer Love Hewitt gets up and begins her morning. Yesterday was such an awful day. She was walking to her chem lab, forget she was holding her coffee as she reading her book and then bumped into one of her classmates. She froze in place, apologizing as the her classmate exclaimed it was a new designer shirt that she just ruined, explaining how she had saved up for it and it was only one left in the store. Her face turned red as people started to watch. She wonders if they were waiting for a catfight.

Then, during the pop quiz, while the room was silent, some flatulence came from her body. It was loud. She sat there, trying to concentrate, hoping it would be over. She waited until the end of class to turn in her quiz.

As she walks down the street, she doesn’t feel so bad about yesterday. She sees a young man get rejected by a girl, a young woman calling her now ex-boyfriend a lying cheater for the entire neighborhood to hear and a classmate trip on the pavement. She’s not the only one. Practicing with her band helped. She penned her day into a new song they started to work on.

Director: N/A Year: 2002

 

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