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I am so pissed off right now.
You think you have friends... and then you find out a movie is more important.
Needless to say, I didn't get to see Steamboy. On the way there, since everyone was practically running to theater, since we were late, I ended up not able to breathe. My chest hurt, and I felt dizzy, and my feet hurt because I was wearing flip-flops since no one let me find my socks (which I discovered one in my purse at the train station). So when I got to the theater, finally, I said, "Fuck you all, thanks for not waiting, and I can't breathe so I'm going home." Did any one of them come out to see if I was alright? No, not one. They all ran to their god damn movie and left me behind, including my brother. The only one that stayed with me was Andrew. I ended up not even being able to make it to a train station, and had to take a cab to the ferry. Sitting down relaxing while waiting for the ferry helped, which was good, because I was afraid I wasn't even going to be able to drive back to my house from the ferry.
My chest still hurts by my right lung, I'm going to try to sleep it off. This weekend, I'm going to Chinatown and buying Steamboy on DVD. Fuck the theater, I'm not going to the city like that ever again. And if I do, I'm wearing my fucking sneakers, and taking my fucking time. They're lucky I didn't collapse in the middle of the street. I am hurt, because I feel all they thought was that I was pulling some drama shit, and you know, I COULD HAVE FUCKING DIED. I swear, I was ready to have Andrew call an ambulance I felt so shitty. I was breathing heavy and holding my chest. It's not like any one of them noticed, since they were all two blocks ahead... and when I finally made it to the theater, all I got was Matt Karrin frantically waving to us to get inside before he ran in without waiting anyway.
If you think I'm going to the theater to see Steamboy, you are sorely mistaken. I can watch it in my room WITHOUT getting chest pains.
So yeah, my night was pretty much a trip to the city, to walk to a theater, to go right back home without doing anything. Aside from this bullshit, my day was fantastic. I had a wonderful time with Donna. I cleaned my room, I got my paycheck and put it in the bank. I felt accomplished. Donna and I worked out to DDR and did our routine. And then we played Scrabble and role-played online a little bit.
Maybe I'll convince Andrew to go to the Dim Sum place. Maybe Valerie could come with us. She owes me a trip to the city.
You think you have friends... and then you find out a movie is more important.
Needless to say, I didn't get to see Steamboy. On the way there, since everyone was practically running to theater, since we were late, I ended up not able to breathe. My chest hurt, and I felt dizzy, and my feet hurt because I was wearing flip-flops since no one let me find my socks (which I discovered one in my purse at the train station). So when I got to the theater, finally, I said, "Fuck you all, thanks for not waiting, and I can't breathe so I'm going home." Did any one of them come out to see if I was alright? No, not one. They all ran to their god damn movie and left me behind, including my brother. The only one that stayed with me was Andrew. I ended up not even being able to make it to a train station, and had to take a cab to the ferry. Sitting down relaxing while waiting for the ferry helped, which was good, because I was afraid I wasn't even going to be able to drive back to my house from the ferry.
My chest still hurts by my right lung, I'm going to try to sleep it off. This weekend, I'm going to Chinatown and buying Steamboy on DVD. Fuck the theater, I'm not going to the city like that ever again. And if I do, I'm wearing my fucking sneakers, and taking my fucking time. They're lucky I didn't collapse in the middle of the street. I am hurt, because I feel all they thought was that I was pulling some drama shit, and you know, I COULD HAVE FUCKING DIED. I swear, I was ready to have Andrew call an ambulance I felt so shitty. I was breathing heavy and holding my chest. It's not like any one of them noticed, since they were all two blocks ahead... and when I finally made it to the theater, all I got was Matt Karrin frantically waving to us to get inside before he ran in without waiting anyway.
If you think I'm going to the theater to see Steamboy, you are sorely mistaken. I can watch it in my room WITHOUT getting chest pains.
So yeah, my night was pretty much a trip to the city, to walk to a theater, to go right back home without doing anything. Aside from this bullshit, my day was fantastic. I had a wonderful time with Donna. I cleaned my room, I got my paycheck and put it in the bank. I felt accomplished. Donna and I worked out to DDR and did our routine. And then we played Scrabble and role-played online a little bit.
Maybe I'll convince Andrew to go to the Dim Sum place. Maybe Valerie could come with us. She owes me a trip to the city.