Life is continuing to fuck with me
Going to see 300 reminded me why I so love having weird obscure tastes, when I go to the theaters normally there is just about no one there. People are loud obnoxious assholes and they can so easily ruin a movie for you. Particularly if you prefer to watch a movie in silence, without a lot of hooting and hollering, gasping, laughing, and clapping (why are you clapping anyway? the actors can't see you).
I go to buy a ticket and I get asked for ID. Are you fucking kidding me? Do I look like I'm under seventeen? I barked at the woman, "I don't have any. I'm twenty-five." Good thing she took me at my word (or she realized how fucking stupid she was being, whichever) and printed up the ticket promptly.
Then we leave for a short while since, for one, public transportation actually ran on a reasonable schedule and we were an hour early. I step outside and some random guy hanging out front smoking a cigarette just asks me if I have a boyfriend. What?! Are you fucking hitting on me, you stupid fucking idiot? My hands have been shaking from stress and tension all fucking day, so I know my asshole shields were up and functioning at full force. So assuming he was, he must be the most oblivious human being on the face of the planet. I didn't stick around to find out one way or the other, just snapped, "No and I'm not interested either," and walked away very quickly.
Standing in line to buy a drink at the theater, there are two assholes standing behind me, making out really, really loudly and play fighting like a couple of fourteen year olds right in my fucking ear (by the way, they weren't, not by a long shot). Oh don't mind me, I'm not here, just keep going with your fucking games and you stupid conversations that make my brain hurt (quite literally) like you're the only ones in the room. They were going to see 300 too, I don't know where they sat but thankfully it was away from me.
The bus to get back took way too long to get there. The streets were filled with shrieking kids and some asshole just about ran me over with his skateboard.
I am at a point now where I won't feel better until I either kill something or put my hand through a window. Right now I barely care which.
I go to buy a ticket and I get asked for ID. Are you fucking kidding me? Do I look like I'm under seventeen? I barked at the woman, "I don't have any. I'm twenty-five." Good thing she took me at my word (or she realized how fucking stupid she was being, whichever) and printed up the ticket promptly.
Then we leave for a short while since, for one, public transportation actually ran on a reasonable schedule and we were an hour early. I step outside and some random guy hanging out front smoking a cigarette just asks me if I have a boyfriend. What?! Are you fucking hitting on me, you stupid fucking idiot? My hands have been shaking from stress and tension all fucking day, so I know my asshole shields were up and functioning at full force. So assuming he was, he must be the most oblivious human being on the face of the planet. I didn't stick around to find out one way or the other, just snapped, "No and I'm not interested either," and walked away very quickly.
Standing in line to buy a drink at the theater, there are two assholes standing behind me, making out really, really loudly and play fighting like a couple of fourteen year olds right in my fucking ear (by the way, they weren't, not by a long shot). Oh don't mind me, I'm not here, just keep going with your fucking games and you stupid conversations that make my brain hurt (quite literally) like you're the only ones in the room. They were going to see 300 too, I don't know where they sat but thankfully it was away from me.
The bus to get back took way too long to get there. The streets were filled with shrieking kids and some asshole just about ran me over with his skateboard.
I am at a point now where I won't feel better until I either kill something or put my hand through a window. Right now I barely care which.