[and other such things; for vee]
This has become something of ritual for me. Not a big 'oh my god the world will end if I don't do it' sort of ritual, but the sort that tends to be very systematic. Okay, so maybe it's more of a habit. Whatever. It doesn't matter anyways.
What matters is that I have staked out the projector, a stack of film canisters beside me and I've put the first one it. I've never seen it, heck I've never even heard of it, but that's nothing new. Besides at the very least I'll just shut it off.
Besides, how bad could a movie called A Wrinkle in Time be? Wait, no one should answer that.
Flipping on the projector, I settle down on the couch to watch as the credits roll through. Blah blah blah, unfortunate looking chick, creepy kid, yeah whatever. Feeling a bit bad that I'm more judging less watching, I pay a bit more attention.
And it's at that moment, these people sink in.
"Holy frak," I gasp, a horrified look taking up residence on my face. "Is that chick supposed to be me?"
This is definitely not okay. If my life is going to be a film, then it should at least be a good one.
What matters is that I have staked out the projector, a stack of film canisters beside me and I've put the first one it. I've never seen it, heck I've never even heard of it, but that's nothing new. Besides at the very least I'll just shut it off.
Besides, how bad could a movie called A Wrinkle in Time be? Wait, no one should answer that.
Flipping on the projector, I settle down on the couch to watch as the credits roll through. Blah blah blah, unfortunate looking chick, creepy kid, yeah whatever. Feeling a bit bad that I'm more judging less watching, I pay a bit more attention.
And it's at that moment, these people sink in.
"Holy frak," I gasp, a horrified look taking up residence on my face. "Is that chick supposed to be me?"
This is definitely not okay. If my life is going to be a film, then it should at least be a good one.