March 19, 2002 :: 12:45 a.m.
yeah, so what if I live in a garbage can?
Amanda and I went to see a movie tonight. Can you guess what it was? Come on, can you? It was... (wait for it, wait for it)
Crossroads. Heh. Quite possibly the most predictable movie ever made. Not very interesting. Britney Spears is not an actress. No. She's merely fun to look at sometimes, in that sick "wow, she's hot, I wish I looked like that" kind of way. Not in the face, mind you. She doesn't have an exceptionally pretty face. It's just the body that I'd like. Because, you know, I look nothing like that and I'm quite bitter about it.
So yeah, the movie was bad. But amusing, because we were the only people in the theater (truly!). We took pictures of each other in various absurd poses, talked really loudly, and sang along with all the music. It was a fun time, if only because having the theater to yourself rocks hardcore. Woo.
We went to eat before hand, which was yummy but caused one hell of a stomach ache. Not sure why. I didn't even eat anything bad! Come on, don't punish me for eating a veggie burger and some fries. I never eat french fries, and it's not like I got my beloved Snickers pie or anything. I was good. I don't get it. It's not too surprising, though. Food and I have a very love/hate relationship. I love it. It's wonderful. Eating is one of my favorite activities. However, it's not always a pleasant experience after everything's been consumed. I must have a really sensitive stomach or something, because anything can make it hurt. Carrots, bread, a candy bar, too much water. It doesn't seem to matter whether it's healthy or not, which seems totally unfair. If I eat bad things, a stomach ache would be understandable. Expected, even. But vegetables? Rice? Water, for christ's sake? BLAH, says I. Now eat that spinach before I get all Popeye on your ass.
Nothing much left to say. So sad. Also, so tired. G'night.
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