Rent Can Go Up, Buddy!
Today has been a blur. I woke up to a beating of a door. It was about 11 and for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed. Finally, I did stir and get up to go take my medicine downstairs. Once there, I ate a bowl of granola where I met the parental units. They had two weddings to go to today and were trying to tire out the twins so they'd go down for a nap. They tried to lure me into going swimming with them but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I kind of just sat outside while everyone was in the pool. I was out of it. My dad even asked me if everything was alright. I don't know why but I was just exhausted. It wasn't that hot outside either. It was cloudy but really really sunny at the same time though. Kind of like those clouds you see in movies where it's the end of the world. . .like the sun is shining down immediately on you but in the distance, you see dark clouds. That's how it was, so I kept my eyes shut for the most part.
I went upstairs to go take a shower but instead of getting in right then, I turned on the shower and waited for like twenty minutes as I laid on my bed in a whirlwind. I finally got up and noticed it was almost two o'clock, so I hit the showers and got out in ten minutes time which is a personal record (if you have ever lived with me, you'd know that I spend the longest time in the shower known to man...I swear). After that, I did reverse psychology when putting on clothes. You see, I have this thing where the first thing I put on makes me feel uncomfortable, so I have to take it off and wear something else. For awhile, I was doing good by wearing what I originally put on but lately, I have been having to change clothes because of my uncomfortableness. Well, I put on this new shirt I bought last week which I knew full well that I didn't want to wear today. . .and then took it off to put on the actual shirt that I wanted to wear. Eureka! It worked and I was in business.
I knew if I couldn't figure out something to do, I would be stuck at home on a Saturday with nothing to do watching my little brothers with the nanny that drives me crazy. Sadly enough, my friends live far and wide across this nation and it seems that I have to do everything alone. Well, since I was in captivity all week because of my surgery. I decided that I didn't want to be a loner on a Saturday night. I went downstairs to see if there were any movies playing and came to the conclusion that I could see a double feature. So I decided on Bewitched and War of the Worlds. My parents were going to leave soon and I approved it with them. I would go see the four o'clock Bewitched and then the seven o'clock War of the Worlds and then go to Books a Million til closing where they could come pick me up because they were planning on leaving the second wedding reception at eleven.
Well, I got dropped off at Books a Million at around 3:30 where I went next door to Bedfords Camera and dropped off some rolls of film. Then, I trekked to the movie theatre and bought my tickets. Bewitched was alright. Very much like I expected it to be. It had some nice plot twists yet at the same time seemed predictable and boring. It's alright though, I went into it expecting it, so I'm the one who's to blame for the lame time. I did enjoy Nicole Kidman though. Will Ferrell is losing his touch. I did enjoy the part with Uncle Arthur though. That was something out of the blue but wonderful at the same time. Something I did notice at the beginning of the Bewitched previews was the trailer for RENT! I was so excited and got all perky in my seat but I soon realized no one else in the audience was enjoying. It was the last preview before the movie and before that, all of the other previews were of stupid movies where everyone clapped at the end of them whispering to their friends about how much they wanted to see it. Well, at the end of the Rent preview, no one clapped. It was dead silent in the audience. I felt so bad for it. I guess Arkansas just doesn't have an appreciation for any fine musical theatre or it's movie made counterparts. I swear it was the same way when Moulin Rouge came out.
I had an hours time between movies, so I trekked back to Books a Million and bought a Grande Soy Chai (Lorrin, I'm addicted!) and a espresso brownie. I then went back to the movie theatre only to be shooed away with my Chai. . .the theatre dweeb told me that I'm not allowed to have it. Of course, this totally took me off guard and I kinda sputtered out minor pleas. I finally just told them that I'd go wait outside in a half whiny tone and went around the corner to the exit ramp and half finished my cup because I soon got too sweaty to drink anymore. . . NEVER TRY TO DRINK AN ENTIRE CHAI IN THE HOT HUMID LAND OF ARKANSAS IN ONE SITTING! So I then came back around, flipped my ticket that the dude and walked on into War of the Worlds. I was so yucky then. I felt so stupid. I haven't felt that way since the time I got kicked out of the theatre when I was fifteen trying to sneak into Freddy vs. Jason. I was irked. I was horrified. I ended up texting Cat (Meow) telling her that I'm irked. But the conversation never really got started because War of the Worlds was about to start. Now, if you are still reading this far, and you haven't seen War of the Worlds, please skip the rest of this paragraph. The movie bothered me. It was part clever, part stupid, and part WHAT THE FUCK. I found the beginning to be "Hey I'm Tom Cruise and I'm in War of the Worlds." I also noticed how they spaced everyone around Tom Cruise in special angles so it would look like Tom is as tall or taller than everyone else. But that clearly isn't the case. The only person who was allowed to get close to him was Dakota Fanning but she's like the cutest 35 year old woman in a little girl body. They kept on trying to play Tom's ass in those tight jeans and what the fuck are those aliens. I thought it was interesting how there were side comments made by the son at the beginning if the aliens were terrorist attacks but after awhile, that couldn't amaze me anymore. The kids seemed totally calm as the dad is frantic. Everyonce in awhile, Dakota would cry and then get back to normal. Hello, stick with an emotion and roll with it. I didn't like the Aliens. They were too high tech and too Independence Day. If you're going to be an advanced race, I want to see two legs, not one. And Have a normal sized head. I'd rather have aliens that looked like us than slimy weird things that look like they come from Star Wars. What I found most disturbing was the scene when everyone was trying to break into their car and then there was the gun. I'm more scared of Man vs. Man than Man vs. Alien. Also, the caged people kind of bothered me as well. The plot was kind of shaky and I never really understood why the aliens were there and trying to take over. I thought the idea of germs killing the aliens to be kind of stupid. That's just telling us how disgusting and gross we are. If those aliens are far superior than us, wouldn't they be immuned to everything. Shit son, die some other way. I did think it was funny when Tom got sucked into that weird mouth thing that ended up looking like an anus when he was expelled from it. The movie is eye candy. . .not fucking rocket science.
After the movie, I went to Books a Million where I felt kind of yucky and eventually vomitted all of my chai and espresso brownie. Not a good feeling at all, and then kinda stumbled around the store for a bit. I eventually found this gay memoir book and sat down and began reading that while listening to my ipod. It hit ten o'clock so I started to call my dad to remind him to come pick me up. But he never answered. I called 19 times in that hour and no one ever answered. My parents were at a wedding partying and getting drunk and I was stuck at Books a Million. I ended up calling a cab service that was really stupid but I guess you'd expect that in Arkansas when no body ever calls a cab. I sat outside for a long time getting eaten up by bugs and when the cab got to me, he had no idea how to get around town at all. I had to tell him how to get to my house street by street. He finally got to the gate to my house and passed it. I told him to let me out and I walked a block to my house talking to myself about how important it is to get my learners permit this week.
I got home safe and sound. And now that's about it. My parents walked in about fifteen minutes ago. They apologized. I tried to place blame on me because I don't have my license but they were very sorry and ended up praising me for doing a good job with being a big kid and calling a cab. I'm tired, I think I'm going to go to bed.
Oh yeah, six days til Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince!
I went upstairs to go take a shower but instead of getting in right then, I turned on the shower and waited for like twenty minutes as I laid on my bed in a whirlwind. I finally got up and noticed it was almost two o'clock, so I hit the showers and got out in ten minutes time which is a personal record (if you have ever lived with me, you'd know that I spend the longest time in the shower known to man...I swear). After that, I did reverse psychology when putting on clothes. You see, I have this thing where the first thing I put on makes me feel uncomfortable, so I have to take it off and wear something else. For awhile, I was doing good by wearing what I originally put on but lately, I have been having to change clothes because of my uncomfortableness. Well, I put on this new shirt I bought last week which I knew full well that I didn't want to wear today. . .and then took it off to put on the actual shirt that I wanted to wear. Eureka! It worked and I was in business.
I knew if I couldn't figure out something to do, I would be stuck at home on a Saturday with nothing to do watching my little brothers with the nanny that drives me crazy. Sadly enough, my friends live far and wide across this nation and it seems that I have to do everything alone. Well, since I was in captivity all week because of my surgery. I decided that I didn't want to be a loner on a Saturday night. I went downstairs to see if there were any movies playing and came to the conclusion that I could see a double feature. So I decided on Bewitched and War of the Worlds. My parents were going to leave soon and I approved it with them. I would go see the four o'clock Bewitched and then the seven o'clock War of the Worlds and then go to Books a Million til closing where they could come pick me up because they were planning on leaving the second wedding reception at eleven.
Well, I got dropped off at Books a Million at around 3:30 where I went next door to Bedfords Camera and dropped off some rolls of film. Then, I trekked to the movie theatre and bought my tickets. Bewitched was alright. Very much like I expected it to be. It had some nice plot twists yet at the same time seemed predictable and boring. It's alright though, I went into it expecting it, so I'm the one who's to blame for the lame time. I did enjoy Nicole Kidman though. Will Ferrell is losing his touch. I did enjoy the part with Uncle Arthur though. That was something out of the blue but wonderful at the same time. Something I did notice at the beginning of the Bewitched previews was the trailer for RENT! I was so excited and got all perky in my seat but I soon realized no one else in the audience was enjoying. It was the last preview before the movie and before that, all of the other previews were of stupid movies where everyone clapped at the end of them whispering to their friends about how much they wanted to see it. Well, at the end of the Rent preview, no one clapped. It was dead silent in the audience. I felt so bad for it. I guess Arkansas just doesn't have an appreciation for any fine musical theatre or it's movie made counterparts. I swear it was the same way when Moulin Rouge came out.
I had an hours time between movies, so I trekked back to Books a Million and bought a Grande Soy Chai (Lorrin, I'm addicted!) and a espresso brownie. I then went back to the movie theatre only to be shooed away with my Chai. . .the theatre dweeb told me that I'm not allowed to have it. Of course, this totally took me off guard and I kinda sputtered out minor pleas. I finally just told them that I'd go wait outside in a half whiny tone and went around the corner to the exit ramp and half finished my cup because I soon got too sweaty to drink anymore. . . NEVER TRY TO DRINK AN ENTIRE CHAI IN THE HOT HUMID LAND OF ARKANSAS IN ONE SITTING! So I then came back around, flipped my ticket that the dude and walked on into War of the Worlds. I was so yucky then. I felt so stupid. I haven't felt that way since the time I got kicked out of the theatre when I was fifteen trying to sneak into Freddy vs. Jason. I was irked. I was horrified. I ended up texting Cat (Meow) telling her that I'm irked. But the conversation never really got started because War of the Worlds was about to start. Now, if you are still reading this far, and you haven't seen War of the Worlds, please skip the rest of this paragraph. The movie bothered me. It was part clever, part stupid, and part WHAT THE FUCK. I found the beginning to be "Hey I'm Tom Cruise and I'm in War of the Worlds." I also noticed how they spaced everyone around Tom Cruise in special angles so it would look like Tom is as tall or taller than everyone else. But that clearly isn't the case. The only person who was allowed to get close to him was Dakota Fanning but she's like the cutest 35 year old woman in a little girl body. They kept on trying to play Tom's ass in those tight jeans and what the fuck are those aliens. I thought it was interesting how there were side comments made by the son at the beginning if the aliens were terrorist attacks but after awhile, that couldn't amaze me anymore. The kids seemed totally calm as the dad is frantic. Everyonce in awhile, Dakota would cry and then get back to normal. Hello, stick with an emotion and roll with it. I didn't like the Aliens. They were too high tech and too Independence Day. If you're going to be an advanced race, I want to see two legs, not one. And Have a normal sized head. I'd rather have aliens that looked like us than slimy weird things that look like they come from Star Wars. What I found most disturbing was the scene when everyone was trying to break into their car and then there was the gun. I'm more scared of Man vs. Man than Man vs. Alien. Also, the caged people kind of bothered me as well. The plot was kind of shaky and I never really understood why the aliens were there and trying to take over. I thought the idea of germs killing the aliens to be kind of stupid. That's just telling us how disgusting and gross we are. If those aliens are far superior than us, wouldn't they be immuned to everything. Shit son, die some other way. I did think it was funny when Tom got sucked into that weird mouth thing that ended up looking like an anus when he was expelled from it. The movie is eye candy. . .not fucking rocket science.
After the movie, I went to Books a Million where I felt kind of yucky and eventually vomitted all of my chai and espresso brownie. Not a good feeling at all, and then kinda stumbled around the store for a bit. I eventually found this gay memoir book and sat down and began reading that while listening to my ipod. It hit ten o'clock so I started to call my dad to remind him to come pick me up. But he never answered. I called 19 times in that hour and no one ever answered. My parents were at a wedding partying and getting drunk and I was stuck at Books a Million. I ended up calling a cab service that was really stupid but I guess you'd expect that in Arkansas when no body ever calls a cab. I sat outside for a long time getting eaten up by bugs and when the cab got to me, he had no idea how to get around town at all. I had to tell him how to get to my house street by street. He finally got to the gate to my house and passed it. I told him to let me out and I walked a block to my house talking to myself about how important it is to get my learners permit this week.
I got home safe and sound. And now that's about it. My parents walked in about fifteen minutes ago. They apologized. I tried to place blame on me because I don't have my license but they were very sorry and ended up praising me for doing a good job with being a big kid and calling a cab. I'm tired, I think I'm going to go to bed.
Oh yeah, six days til Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince!