Gutted Like A Fish...
So it was a pretty uneventful week, except for this weekend. From what I recall, classes were boring as per usual. I had a Marketing exam that I just didn't study for, yet it was amazingly easy and I think I will get an A. A bunch of nights Trista and Eric came over to watch the Sox games and stuff. I know people get annoyed with fair-weather fans and are all about making fun of people who just started to watch the Red Sox games now that they are doing well. I really don't care. I have no desire to watch the Red Sox during the regular season. But it's entertaining to watch them now. Sue me.
Last night we had Leah's 21st birthday / pre-Halloween party here (our first party at the Boulders, for pictures check out my Webshots, for the link to my Webshots check my AIM profile) and it was a blast. Christina says, "BTW - Awesome party!" We kept it pretty much low key to UMass folk and Chicopee Comp alumni, which was good for nostalgia. I only decided to wear a costume at the last moment and went as nothing in particular. Black top hat, black cape, black eye makeup. Guess I was just Death. Capes are always a good time. I drank the most I have since the summer and it was a bad idea...mostly because I had to be up and ready and presentable to read in church at 7am Mass this morning. It was back to the typical me at a party - drinking until I can stand no more, falling everywhere and spilling everything. I passed out at an unknown time, thankfully setting my alarm for 5am back when I was still semi-conscious. So I woke up at 5, still wasted, tripping over bodies and got into my Sunday best for church. I drove drunk all the way home, swerving, and ready to throw up at any given moment. It was terrible. I got home early enough to have almost an hour to pass out some more. It was tough to stay alert at church, repeating in my head, "Please God, let me not throw up, let me not throw up" over and over, but I managed just fine. God heard my plea.
So then it was back home and passed out yet again til I woke up and went to the mall with mom. She had a $100 gift certificate that she said I could use. And it's typical that the one time I go to the mall with money to spend, I don't find a single damn thing that I liked enough to buy. I was so disappointed in myself. Oh well. You win some, you lose some.
I don't remember if I gave my review of Shaun Of The Dead. So here it is - hysterical, go see it. Also, go see The Grudge. It's the only movie that ever really scared me. I don't think it's particularly scary scary, but moreso there's just a lot of what I call "things jumping out from nowhere" suspenseful scenes. I jumped in my seat about 5 times. However, the movie experience itself was terrible. Apparently the Showcase Cinemas West Springfield have become the new hangout for thugs and G-G-G-G-Units. I've never felt like more of an outcast for being White. At a midnight showing of an R rated horror movie, many young Hispanic mothers deemed it necessary to bring their no more than 5 year old children. One of which sat next to Anthony and kept hitting him all night and blabbering in Spanish throughout the movie. People in the back were being so loud and obnoxious that some guy in the front stood up and shouted back, "Can you please calm down, I'm trying to bootleg this shit!!" I only chose the Showcase Cinemas because they have late late showings which accomodates for the fact that many of my friends work til 10'ish and we can still see a movie afterwards. Never again. I'll take Cinemark and it's $5.00 ticket prices anyday now.
So there's a new drama that unfolded in my life tonight. I got a prank call on my cell from a restricted number and the person was going on and on about how I "fucked them so good last night" and such and they wouldn't tell me who they were. So I gave the phone to Anthony and he said at the end of the conversation the person's voice changed to something similar to the weird killer voice from Scream, but he couldn't make out what they said. Right after that call I checked my voice mail and my mother said someone named Billy just called the house and for me to call them back. I don't know a Billy. 10 minutes later, I get another call on my cell and it's the person again, this time sounding like an old lady and saying she was from GreenPeace and asking for donations. Anthony was talking to the person and at the end of the conversation they again changed their voice to Scream killer and said, "And one more thing, you'd better watch your back, motherfucker." So the calls stopped for a while and then they called back again, obviously still having way too much time on their hands, and this time they were Shaniqua from New York. As per usual, the Scream killer came on at the end saying they were going to gut me like a fish. Needless to say some douche bag is getting their Halloween kicks. It's annoying. Please stop. Everyone seems to be concerned though. Chris said that if this continues, I should go to the police and if I get a warrant from them, Verizon is will then be allowed and forced to tell me where the calls are coming from. I kinda want to do it even if the calls do stop, a) just out of curiosity and b) just because that would add an element of spice to my humdrum life.
If this really is a killer who will be gutting me like a fish soon, please please please let Jude Law play me in the movie version of this. I'd like Kylie, Britney, Janet and Madonna to collaborate on a song for the soundtrack. "Vogue (Gutted Like A Fish Remix)"...
Goodnight.
Last night we had Leah's 21st birthday / pre-Halloween party here (our first party at the Boulders, for pictures check out my Webshots, for the link to my Webshots check my AIM profile) and it was a blast. Christina says, "BTW - Awesome party!" We kept it pretty much low key to UMass folk and Chicopee Comp alumni, which was good for nostalgia. I only decided to wear a costume at the last moment and went as nothing in particular. Black top hat, black cape, black eye makeup. Guess I was just Death. Capes are always a good time. I drank the most I have since the summer and it was a bad idea...mostly because I had to be up and ready and presentable to read in church at 7am Mass this morning. It was back to the typical me at a party - drinking until I can stand no more, falling everywhere and spilling everything. I passed out at an unknown time, thankfully setting my alarm for 5am back when I was still semi-conscious. So I woke up at 5, still wasted, tripping over bodies and got into my Sunday best for church. I drove drunk all the way home, swerving, and ready to throw up at any given moment. It was terrible. I got home early enough to have almost an hour to pass out some more. It was tough to stay alert at church, repeating in my head, "Please God, let me not throw up, let me not throw up" over and over, but I managed just fine. God heard my plea.
So then it was back home and passed out yet again til I woke up and went to the mall with mom. She had a $100 gift certificate that she said I could use. And it's typical that the one time I go to the mall with money to spend, I don't find a single damn thing that I liked enough to buy. I was so disappointed in myself. Oh well. You win some, you lose some.
I don't remember if I gave my review of Shaun Of The Dead. So here it is - hysterical, go see it. Also, go see The Grudge. It's the only movie that ever really scared me. I don't think it's particularly scary scary, but moreso there's just a lot of what I call "things jumping out from nowhere" suspenseful scenes. I jumped in my seat about 5 times. However, the movie experience itself was terrible. Apparently the Showcase Cinemas West Springfield have become the new hangout for thugs and G-G-G-G-Units. I've never felt like more of an outcast for being White. At a midnight showing of an R rated horror movie, many young Hispanic mothers deemed it necessary to bring their no more than 5 year old children. One of which sat next to Anthony and kept hitting him all night and blabbering in Spanish throughout the movie. People in the back were being so loud and obnoxious that some guy in the front stood up and shouted back, "Can you please calm down, I'm trying to bootleg this shit!!" I only chose the Showcase Cinemas because they have late late showings which accomodates for the fact that many of my friends work til 10'ish and we can still see a movie afterwards. Never again. I'll take Cinemark and it's $5.00 ticket prices anyday now.
So there's a new drama that unfolded in my life tonight. I got a prank call on my cell from a restricted number and the person was going on and on about how I "fucked them so good last night" and such and they wouldn't tell me who they were. So I gave the phone to Anthony and he said at the end of the conversation the person's voice changed to something similar to the weird killer voice from Scream, but he couldn't make out what they said. Right after that call I checked my voice mail and my mother said someone named Billy just called the house and for me to call them back. I don't know a Billy. 10 minutes later, I get another call on my cell and it's the person again, this time sounding like an old lady and saying she was from GreenPeace and asking for donations. Anthony was talking to the person and at the end of the conversation they again changed their voice to Scream killer and said, "And one more thing, you'd better watch your back, motherfucker." So the calls stopped for a while and then they called back again, obviously still having way too much time on their hands, and this time they were Shaniqua from New York. As per usual, the Scream killer came on at the end saying they were going to gut me like a fish. Needless to say some douche bag is getting their Halloween kicks. It's annoying. Please stop. Everyone seems to be concerned though. Chris said that if this continues, I should go to the police and if I get a warrant from them, Verizon is will then be allowed and forced to tell me where the calls are coming from. I kinda want to do it even if the calls do stop, a) just out of curiosity and b) just because that would add an element of spice to my humdrum life.
If this really is a killer who will be gutting me like a fish soon, please please please let Jude Law play me in the movie version of this. I'd like Kylie, Britney, Janet and Madonna to collaborate on a song for the soundtrack. "Vogue (Gutted Like A Fish Remix)"...
Goodnight.