Earlier this week I made plans to go see Inglourious Basterds next Wednesday with my mom and brother at a second-run theater.
I called the theater and a manager assured me that it would be playing through at least Thanksgiving.
I double-checked moviefone.com today and the title wasn't listed. I called the theater again and another manager told me that yesterday had been the last day.
Oh, the all-too-familiar sinking feeling in my chest. I thought I could handle the disappointment, but my eyes welled up when I had to call my mom to cancel.
As pathetic as this sounds, Basterds was the only thing I was looking forward to after the shitfest that has been my past few weeks of classes. I would forgo Thanksgiving dinner a hundred times over (I fucking hate Thanksgiving) with my extended family if it meant I would have the opportunity to share such a bad ass movie with my mom and brother.
Of course I'm buying the DVD, but it's not the same! If I could have it my way, I'd watch all my movies in a theater setting. If it's one thing I'm addicted to, it's escapism. If it's two things I'm addicted to, it's escapism and heroin Wrigley's Extra Polar Ice. Hey--that's an idea. I might let myself watch Trainspotting tonight if I shut the fuck up and get my homework started.
Fuck. I still have to do a Spanish test, a Spanish presentation, a persuasive speech, a Biology Lab quiz, twelve "Eco Footprint Journal" entries, and whoknowswhatelse next week. My only reward is sleep.
ETA: Caffeine + good music = coping.