Wednesday, August 17, 2005
-sighs-
Yesterday...was awful and today's turning out to be terrible, too. Yesterday...well...the day before yesterday, I had to get off the computer early because I took a lot of sleeping pills, but I only slept for 3 hours, so I was tired all day. I went to go see March of the Penguins, which wasn't really anything special, but was good documentary wise. I expected the theater to be practically empty. I was wrong. The theater was FILLED to the brim with people so old I was surprised they weren't croaking during the movie and with mothers with little bitty children. Now, I don't know what these people expected. Documentaries aren't fucking Disney movies. Little baby penguins DIE. And they show it. Frozen baby penguins, frozen baby penguin eggs, frozen adult penguins, frozen half way adult penguins, and preditors eating adult penguins and baby penguins. It's a documentary. Not a fucking Disney movie. And there was penguin sex. So...everything that wasn't exactly cute and peachy, the old people had a fucking cow about. And I could hear the children and the adults talking LOUD LIKE THIS throughout the whole movie. Personally, I wanted to go there and see a relaxing movie, but I was fucking annoyed the whole time. That and, there were constantly people coming in. I mean, seriously, 30 minutes into an 80 minute movie, there were families coming in, standing in front of me and talking louder than the old codgers in the audience. I mean...stupid people. STUPID people. This is a miniscule theater. Anyone who is smart enough to realize this would realize that this theater only has one set of stairs. But nooooo. The whole fucking family gets in my way, talking as loud as they can, wondering why the hell there aren't any other stairs. I mean...what's the point? It just...pissed me off so much. It was probably the worst movie going experience I've ever had. Ever. -sighs- That isn't a movie for little kids or for old women who think they're seeing a live action Disney movie, okay? It's about a struggle for fucking survival. Survival is for the fittest out there, so yes, things are going to die. It was just awful. And at the end, they had footage of the guys taping the penguins, and these people were standing RIGHT in front of me, waiting to get out, and I couldn't see it. God...so pissed off. And somebody right behind me fell asleep a few minutes into it and was snoring. Luckily, I think someone woke them up.
After that I had an hour to blow before I had to pick my mom up. I brought my Harry Potter book with me so I wouldn't get bored, but that book is huge. There was no way I was going to sneak into Books-A-Million with it. So I kept the car on and read for an hour until it started over heating. So, I started her up and started going and some prick who wasn't looking backed out in front of me and didn't even give the little apologetic "Oops, I'm sorry. Didn't see you" wave, but just kinda looked at me with a stupid face. And so I waited for a good 30 seconds (which, I was aggrivated, it felt like a lot longer than that) and started to go. But, when I let off the breaks...it wouldn't go! It started drifting backwards! So I said...okay...I accidentally pushed it into neutral. Looked down...it was on Drive. So I pushed on the breaks (which I had to slam down on to get the car to stop), turn off the car in the middle of the pathway, and start it again. Didn't work. So the last time, I turned it on and just pushed the accelerator and it went enough to get me into a parking space. By then, I was in hysterics. I was cranky, annoyed, tired, and sweaty by the time I called my mom, who told me to go inside. Well...I went in and it turned out that about 30 minutes later, my mom was inside Books-A-Million and it turned out that I'd flooded the engine, but it worked now. It only didn't work for me. She called me from where I was in the children's section reading a copy of the Goblet of Fire (not mine) and told me to meet her in the cafe. Well...I got up, put the book aside and did so. Now, this was adding injury to insult, or whatever the hell the phrase is. We were wearing...the same thing. Completely decked in black. I was so embarrassed. And even worse, some guy named Will (introduced himself since he embarrassed the SHIT out of me) commented on it. Thought it was really funny. Something about the Bobsey twins. And about wanting a shirt just like ours. Yes...not even playing. And...he was nice looking. God...I wanted to just...crawl into a hole and die.
Well, I thought that yesterday couldn't have been worse, but today was just added onto it. I woke up, went to the bathroom and watched TV as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary. But I came back into the computer room to get my book and what do I see? My action figures, at least 7 of them, strewn out in the middle of the floor...chewed up. I was so angry I couldn't see. Just crying and sobbing. And to make matters worse, I figured this out. I had put up the garbage that Aayla usually gets into and closed the bathroom door so she couldn't tear anything up in there, so what does she do? She waits until I'm awake, and goes and shoves aside the things I had covering my action figures, takes out a few of them, gnaws a few pieces off and goes and acts like nothing's happened. In spite. GOD! I'm just...I feel awful right now. So...if anyone wants to cheer me up...I'm willing.
After that I had an hour to blow before I had to pick my mom up. I brought my Harry Potter book with me so I wouldn't get bored, but that book is huge. There was no way I was going to sneak into Books-A-Million with it. So I kept the car on and read for an hour until it started over heating. So, I started her up and started going and some prick who wasn't looking backed out in front of me and didn't even give the little apologetic "Oops, I'm sorry. Didn't see you" wave, but just kinda looked at me with a stupid face. And so I waited for a good 30 seconds (which, I was aggrivated, it felt like a lot longer than that) and started to go. But, when I let off the breaks...it wouldn't go! It started drifting backwards! So I said...okay...I accidentally pushed it into neutral. Looked down...it was on Drive. So I pushed on the breaks (which I had to slam down on to get the car to stop), turn off the car in the middle of the pathway, and start it again. Didn't work. So the last time, I turned it on and just pushed the accelerator and it went enough to get me into a parking space. By then, I was in hysterics. I was cranky, annoyed, tired, and sweaty by the time I called my mom, who told me to go inside. Well...I went in and it turned out that about 30 minutes later, my mom was inside Books-A-Million and it turned out that I'd flooded the engine, but it worked now. It only didn't work for me. She called me from where I was in the children's section reading a copy of the Goblet of Fire (not mine) and told me to meet her in the cafe. Well...I got up, put the book aside and did so. Now, this was adding injury to insult, or whatever the hell the phrase is. We were wearing...the same thing. Completely decked in black. I was so embarrassed. And even worse, some guy named Will (introduced himself since he embarrassed the SHIT out of me) commented on it. Thought it was really funny. Something about the Bobsey twins. And about wanting a shirt just like ours. Yes...not even playing. And...he was nice looking. God...I wanted to just...crawl into a hole and die.
Well, I thought that yesterday couldn't have been worse, but today was just added onto it. I woke up, went to the bathroom and watched TV as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary. But I came back into the computer room to get my book and what do I see? My action figures, at least 7 of them, strewn out in the middle of the floor...chewed up. I was so angry I couldn't see. Just crying and sobbing. And to make matters worse, I figured this out. I had put up the garbage that Aayla usually gets into and closed the bathroom door so she couldn't tear anything up in there, so what does she do? She waits until I'm awake, and goes and shoves aside the things I had covering my action figures, takes out a few of them, gnaws a few pieces off and goes and acts like nothing's happened. In spite. GOD! I'm just...I feel awful right now. So...if anyone wants to cheer me up...I'm willing.
