One teenee-tiny rant...
So I've never really been good at keeping journals. There'd be a time when I'd start writing on it then, since it's new, I'll keep loving writing on it and stuff then after a while...well, the novelty wears off and I just stop. I suppose that doesn't qualify as odd behavior and speaks more of my...inability to commit even to the smallest things.
That probably explains why I can't even keep up with friends and things like that. Is it so bad that I prefer to be in my own world? Yes, I suppose that's selfish, but...well, alone's better when there's nothing to live up to and nothing to keep up.
Anyway, so I'll try keeping this baby up. At the moment, I have no qualms about posting since this is relatively new and no one's reading it yet so...yes, I'm braver today. Perhaps later, I won't be but we'll see. I write mostly crap anyway and for the most part, I'll be using my journal to post stories and things I like to write just for the hell of it. Did I mention my crap includes things that are supposed to be stories that I like to doodle with? Uh, yeah.
I know, so unique, right? Loner kid who lives in her own world, writing and escaping to greener and beautiful pastures in her mind...I should be bronzed or something. Sarcasm.
I just got back from the movies and we watched I am Number Four with my sister and my mom. I saw it a few days ago while visiting my brother during a school trip and I didn't end up hating it. We scored a bunch of free tickets for the movies so I thought, why not? It was okay and a night out with the family sounded nice.
Okay, so maybe looking back now it wasn't such a good idea, to just jump into something like that, especially since this is going to the movies with my sister and my mother who can be quite...eager to judge. Yes, that's one way to describe them.
Since I'm pretty easy to please and all that, I liked the movie, but turns out, my mom and sister didn't. Big surprise. And yes, that's sarcasm right there. Those two are harder to please than I am--and that says A LOT already, trust me--and since I barely warned them that it had a love story in it--Diana Agron was the blonde love and I don't hate her so I didn't mind--the two bigger cynics were spitting and hissing through the whole thing.
Now, I'm the shitty one since I picked the movie...I suppose it's my fault though, for overestimating their tolerance for love stories and stuff...yes, I've been mentally slapping myself all night.
It's not like I went for the love story--heck no, I reserve that pathetic side of me for more fun things like The Good Wife where opposites are truly opposites instead of that usual Twilight crap--I actually liked the movie because of the dog and the badass Number Six. Apparently, those weren't enough to stop my fellow movie goers from barfing internally. Sheesh.
So yes, safe to say...this night didn't end quite so well. I've re-learned a few things--I'm one of those common idiots who needs to go through things a few times until we finally learn, sad I know--and right now I'm pretending I'm not annoyed or even offended by the whole thing because, really, I have no reason to and it's my fault...so, yeah.
Anyway, lesson of the day? Never pick a goddamned movie again. I'm just bad at it.
And next time? I'm going by myself or, better yet, I'll wait for the damned DVD...at least that should save me a few repeats of this night. Look, see? I'm learning!
This is growth right here. Proud.