Even though I just saw one of the best movies ever, I'm crabby. Very goddamn crabby. For no reason at all. But I'll pretend I'm not, and tell you about this wonderful, absolutely wonderful movie that I saw tonight.
Garden State. I had wanted to see this movie when it came out, but it was in limited release or whatever, so I never got around to it. Then surprisely it came to our Campus Cinema, so Emily and I went tonight. And this time, it was $2.50 well spent (as opposed to Shark Tale). The movie was fucking vermillion (I'm pretending it's catching on). It's a comedy, drama and love story all wrapped up in one. It's not a laugh-hysterically-at-things movie, but there are funny parts. But it's not too serious to where you have to bring Kleenex with. I, for the record only teared up once. And the soundtrack, good lord was the soundtrack glorious. Absolutely glorious. I can't even do this film justice, all I know is I want to be Sam (Natalie Portnam) and Andrew (Zach Braff). Not just either one of them, I want to be both of them. I don't care if that doesn't makes sense, I don't feel like explaining myself. But really kids, you all have to see this movie. I think it comes out on DVD this month and I am definitely buying it. That Best Buy gift certificate my godmother always get me will really come in handy this year. I'm buying it before Napoleon Dynamite, if that gives any of you a clue as to how much I liked it. I wanted to watch it again right after I saw it, but listening to the soundtrack will have to do for now. Why are you still reading this? Go see it!
Even though none of you should be reading this because you're all running out to see the movie I so magically described, I have some good news (for me at least, don't get excited). Finals week is just about done. I have a paper due tomorrow at 6:00 that I haven't done yet, but I'm not worried about that, it's only a 3-pager. Yesterday, after two of my finals, I went to the library from 5 - 11 pm to do a project I so smartly put off until the last second. I think I had carpal tunnel syndrome by the time I got done, but goddamn did it feel wonderful, absolutely wonderful to be done. My night wasn't over yet though, when I go home I still had to start studying for my final that I had today at 4:00 pm. I didn't get much studying done last night because I was dead tired, so instead I decided to go to bed early so I could wake up at 7:30 am and go to the library to study more. Do you need me to repeat that last sentence for you? I went to bed early, in order to voluntarily get up at 7:30 AM to study in the library. I still can't believe it. Write it down bitches, because it's never happened before, and it's never going to happen again. I stayed at the library until 10:00 when Emjo left for her test, but I couldn't sit there any longer, so I went to the Junction (the place that didn't hire me) to go get some coffee and study there. I was home by noon, but couldn't bring myself to study anymore, so I did sporadically for the next four hours, until the time came to take the exam. I don't think I did great, but decently enough for waiting to cram 2 months of Middle Eastern politics into my head 8 hours before the test. Anyone want to know the history of Egypt, Israel, Syria, Palestine and Saudi Arabia from 1948 on? I know some of you are just itching to ask me a question. Let me pretend to be smart for one goddamn minute, please.
Two more nights and then I'm home for six weeks. Two more nights, and then I'm home for six fucking weeks. I can't believe it. Another semester, finito. I guess time really does fly when you're having fun. I don't know why I act surprised whenever a year or a semester goes by though, because I always have the same reaction. "Good lord, it's over already? But it just started." You'd think I'd be used to it now, but nope. But I guess everyone bitches about how fast time goes. It's like when Emily said the other day, "I just hate falling. It hurts." Really Emily? You hate falling? How bizarre! You are unique in having that feeling! Everyone else I know just LOVES falling. Of course everyone hates falling. Just like how everyone realizes time goes by fast when we're not thinking it does. What the fuck am I talking about anymore? This doesn't even make sense. I'm going to move on.
I'm still crabby. Even crabbier if that's possible. I think it started earlier when I was sitting in my room, and Emily and Carly both come in and sit on my bed, talking. At first I was fine, but then they wouldn't leave. Not that I was doing anything that required them to leave, but still. Even when I went outside to have a cigarette, here they are, still sitting in here. Get out bitches. Not like they never sit in my room, but for some reason it was just annoying the fuck out of me. It reminded me of the dorms when someone would come and sit in our room, over staying their welcome, when all Emily and I wanted to do was go to bed. Of course I could have just told both of them I had to do something, but instead I decided to sit here, not talking, hoping they would get the hint. I probably sound like a giant douche bag, being crabby just because my friends are in my room, but that's becasue I am a giant douche bag. Can't be in a good mood everyday.
I do believe it is time to go cut my itchy wrists, thank you very much. But please, ignore everything else I said, besides the paragraph about Garden State. The movie will put you in a wonderful, absolutely wonderful mood. Even though mine only lasted for an hour. But still. Go fucking see it. And then love me for recommending it. You're welcome, bitches.
Another quick note while I thought of it. I hate when people say, "What the shit?" No. It's either "What the fuck?" or "Holy shit" or even "What the hell?" NOT "what the shit". It just sounds stupid. Ok, I'm going to bed.