i cry a lot when i am alone , probably because i am a chick and all , but maybe because i 'm not strong like donna , and i think about stuff too much-like , for example , sometimes i get this idea that my dad has really been watching over me the past seventeen years sorta like a guardian angel or something , only he 's really alive and waiting for me to earn the right to have a dad , and once he sees me doing enough good , he 's going to run up behind me and surprise me with a big old fatherly hug , picking me up off the ground and spinning me around like in the damn movies .