A night at the movies
I saw Miami Vice last night. It was the suck. Okay, well I can see how it could be entertaining, but I think I could've been more productive if I had slept through the movie. Instead, I stayed awake and laughed at all of the crime and nudity with Tiff. I think we were being really rude. We were those people that you hate at movie theatres, but can't help it if you become one. At one point, Colin Ferrell made a dead-on shot at a bald man, and a guy in the movie theatre shouted, "DAY-AM!" That was hilarious.
In other news, I'm moving this weekend. I think I like the idea of moving, although I hate the physical labor. But I like the idea of packing my life into boxes, and throwing away extraneous stuff that my life doesn't need anymore (i.e. receipts, fobby clothes from my mom, extra packets of oatmeal, etc). It's almost like a cleansing. Catharsis? Okay, this is getting way too complicated for a Friday afternoon entry.
I miss home a bit, but not enough to be diagnosed as homesick. I will admit that the fastest five days of the summer were those spent at home, along the Erie Canal. Reconnecting with the familiar always makes time fly.
Time to pack my life up!
In other news, I'm moving this weekend. I think I like the idea of moving, although I hate the physical labor. But I like the idea of packing my life into boxes, and throwing away extraneous stuff that my life doesn't need anymore (i.e. receipts, fobby clothes from my mom, extra packets of oatmeal, etc). It's almost like a cleansing. Catharsis? Okay, this is getting way too complicated for a Friday afternoon entry.
I miss home a bit, but not enough to be diagnosed as homesick. I will admit that the fastest five days of the summer were those spent at home, along the Erie Canal. Reconnecting with the familiar always makes time fly.
Time to pack my life up!