Gone To The Movies

I’m going to com­bine Sat­ur­day and Sun­day into one post, because I did pretty much the same thing both days. Well, Sat­ur­day, I alter­nated between watch­ing movies on the com­puter and and nap­ping all day long. Saw the Ini­tial D live action movie around lunch. I was bitch­ing to Aaron L about how the damn Chi­nese had slaugh­tered it, and his reply?

It’s not like the orig­i­nal was Shakespeare.”

- Aaron L.

Sadly true, the orig­i­nal wasn’t the great­est, but doesn’t that make the movie even more crap­pi­ness if they took some­thing so-​so and turned it into vomit?

That evening, I was sup­posed to go see Dark Water with Peggy and some oth­ers, but decided to stay home instead. Oh, and I watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith, because I thought every­one in town had already seen it. I have to agree… that was a hot movie! If Brad Pitt and Ange­line Jolie are allowed to pro­cre­ate, their off­spring will indeed bring about the Fourth Reich. And I’m not talk­ing about automobiles.

Tried to go to sleep around 11, but ended up wak­ing up at 1:30, and couldn’t fall back asleep until 4.

Then there was Sun­day. More movies watched includ­ing Mada­gas­car, Seoul Raiders, Sahara, Inter­preter. I enjoyed the first three, although Seoul Raiders is nowhere near the level that Tokyo Raiders was at. Inter­preter, though… so dry and bor­ing! What the hell is wrong with Nicole Kid­man? I don’t think I’ve liked a movie of hers since Moulin Rouge.

Thu called me up that night to hang out with LJcomm. I was kinda scared to show up, since Jimmy P and Haley have been hat­ing on Din­hter­net so much. :) They said they were going to Slide Hill Park, though, and I couldn’t resist, so I grabbed the DC trays and headed off to Wil­lows. Lit­tle did I know, that would never happen.

After I got to Wil­lows, it seemed like they were drunk already, but they insisted they hadn’t drank yet, so maybe it was just the heat get­ting to them. I swear I felt steam when I stepped into their apart­ment. Stood around and talked for a while, and then we decided to play King’s Cup. Only they play with weird rules, and they drink hard alco­hol instead of beer. (Diluted with Sunny D and/​or what­ever else is handy. They’re crazy, but not sav­age.) Jimmy P, Jane L, and Kevin all had class and/​or midterms in the morn­ing, so it was really just Haley, Thu, and me play­ing. I was alright, except for a headache I had since that after­noon from star­ing at my mon­i­tor all day. And pos­si­bly dehy­dra­tion, too. I ended up “win­ning.” Or “los­ing” … how­ever you see get­ting the fourth King.

Then we went out to chill in the hot tub for a while. The jets were weak, but the water was hot enough to make the air seem cold, so that felt damn good. Just chilled and talked for a while, and a cou­ple of quotes came up.

Put your box­ers on back­wards so noth­ing slips out.”- Jimmy P to me, since I didn’t have trunks.

I’ve never heard of that before. I didn’t do it, but noth­ing inde­cent hap­pened. Not by me, any­way. Jimmy P and Haley kept try­ing to get Thu H and Jane L to strip. Even­tu­ally, the peo­ple with class got sleepy, so we called it a night.

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  1. Hahahha. You know you like Livejournal.

    And they’re always try­ing to get Jane and I to make out. Crazay. =D

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