Whee!
So last night at roughly 9:30, Tucker came over, and we watched Donnie Darko and gabbled at each other until a little past 1:00 AM. Hot damn, I was up late, and I am a bit tired, but it was nice. It was good to hear some of his tales, which I usually glaze over, because they helped me see my own situation from a different angle, and also know that it is not a singular event, and that it's happened to other people too. Not entirely comforting, but at least somewhat.
Anyhow, I must now begrudgingly admit that Donnie Darko rocked my socks, and that maybe those silly scary kids know something I don't. Heh, I've gotten my good movie in for the year, Hollywood can continue to dissapoint me now.
Grrr... I hate livejournal's formatting sometimes. GO LOOK AT THIS SITE, DAMMIT. It's got funny randomly generated surreal statements, which are supposed to show up in your post as a text box-type thing. Dammit.
Anyhow, I must now begrudgingly admit that Donnie Darko rocked my socks, and that maybe those silly scary kids know something I don't. Heh, I've gotten my good movie in for the year, Hollywood can continue to dissapoint me now.
Grrr... I hate livejournal's formatting sometimes. GO LOOK AT THIS SITE, DAMMIT. It's got funny randomly generated surreal statements, which are supposed to show up in your post as a text box-type thing. Dammit.