Mood: Content
Music: Master Cylinder - Jung At Heart

Tonight I indulged one of my favorite hobbies. Going to the movies. Or rather that, going to the movies alone. That's not to say I don't enjoy going to movies with other people, but it's a slightly different feeling to go into that theater alone. It has a new sense of freedom that going with friends or family, doesn't.

Whenever I got to a movie with someone else I tend to have my mind preoccupied with what the *other* person is thinking and worry about their reaction. Especially if I selected the movie, or I've seen the movie before. I worry more about liking a film that they won't, than hating a film they enjoy. I don't mean that I'm not comfortable with my picks in films, but if someone's at a movie because I wanted them to be there then I have to fear that as those end credits roll, they're going to look over at me and say "I want my $9 you made me spend, back."

So, going to a movie alone eliminates that insecurity. I can sit there and risk my own money. Interestingly, I can't think of any movie I've gone to alone that I disliked. Hmm.

Anyhow, the movie I saw tonight was X2/X-Men 2. It didn't actually live up to the "hype", but it was an enjoyable pop entertainment flick. A good way to kill 2 hrs. At first I thought I might get the entire theater to myself, but about 2 mins before the movie began some more people came in. Bummer. If going to the movies alone is enjoyable, then being in the theater alone is nirvana. But that's only happened once...

Here's an odd coincidence. As I was driving to the theater at 9:15pm I came upon a dark street lit only so faintly with a few sporadically placed street lights. As I went along the road, two figures walking along the side - dressed completely in black - came into view and I veered slightly over to ensure I wouldn't take one of them out with my side mirror or something. As I was passing by though I had to do a double take. Walking together, in the dark of night at 9:15pm along the road (the wrong side of the road I might add... *shakes fist*) were Pat and Alex.

Hmm.. the storm outside seems to be disconnecting me every 15 minutes so I'll end here. If you haven't done so yet, please take the poll on the previous entry from 5/7/03 :P
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Mood: Bitter
Music: 2pac - God Bless the Dead

Had my last final this morning. It was the dreaded, and loathed, math final that I've been fearing since the semester began. And I was not disappointed - it was every bit as difficult and evil as I anticipated it to be. My God, how I hate mathematics. Not the standard, everyday life, stuff. But the theoretical and advanced subjects that even the teachers acknowledge none of us will ever need or use again. What's that called? Ah yes, Algebra. I have *never* been good at algebra. Geometry's fine. But Algebra... arghhhh! It's just so depressing to sit there and listen to the teacher babbel on about various processes, and realize you have no idea what the fuck they're talking about. I never even attempted the horrors of Trigonometry. -_-

In other news, work is driving me insane and I don't know if I'm going to make it. I don't know, something about the customers this season is totally pushing me over the edge and each day before work I develope this profound anxiety over having to go back to that place. It's irrational and I'm being a wuss, but I can't remember ever hating that place as much as I do now. It's so damn frustrating, and dealing with those fucking losers and morons (= the customers) several times a week is making more and more cold towards the world at large. If people cannot figure out how to order fucking ice cream cones, what hope is there for the world? Well, none. The only thing that keeps me there is the actual environment with my bosses and co-workers. That's great. Everything else is fucking bullshit.

Anyhow - time for another poll. And this one originates from, of all places, my work place. During work tonight one of my co-workers was relating a story she had experienced during prom over last weekend. At a post-prom party, and after a few drinks, she said to a guy (direct quote), "I wanna get with you so bad!" - which, as it happens, kind of took the guy by surprise and to make a long story short, he turned her down.

Now, the issue at hand is the implications of what she said. "I wanna get with you so bad." --- it would seem that she didn't fully grasp what that word choice, "get with you", meant. She felt it meant "making out", while the rest of us felt it meant "lets have sex". I asked around and the sex interpretation was the same response but I thought I'd open it up and see if anyone thought differently.

At any rate, my friend may now be in danger of being labled "horny" after effectively propositioning someone for sex, purposely or not. Only you can help! Tell me if this was a definite faux pa, or if she was right and the rest of us need to get our minds out of the gutter!

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