IMT. VD. S.

It's almost 10pm and I'm at home feeling weird and extremely overwhelmed and emotional because I take my favorite shows (well, my absolute favorite and one other) uber seriously. These two said shows aired their season finales this evening and I have no problem admitting that my eyes are rather puffy and I have a slight headache from crying. Yeah? So the fuck what. Most of the shows I watch I'd rather live in than the "real world" and these two said shows would be a fucking dream. Settle down. I'm not crazy. Well, not in a haul-me-off-to-the-nuthouse way. I love what I love and I'm passionate about it. That's me. Why am I telling you all of this? No fucking clue. Like I said, I'm sitting here feeling all the above mentioned things and I remember CB saying she had posted another blog, so I read it, and have apparently decided to post one me'self. And apparently about absolutely nothing.

Oh that's right... I went to see a movie today that I was highly anxious about seeing. (Another one of those deep passionate connections to actors and stories and plots and worlds that don't exist although they should...) I guess I should have figured that that would be the one time when the other people in the theatre would be COMPLETE FUCKING DOUCHEBAGS, and totally interrupt my journey into the void of make believe. There was this Chinese couple that sat fairly close to us (me). Why do people do that? It was 1:00 in the fucking afternoon and the theatre was basically empty. Short little fatty and her tall brainless-looking husband. I assume. I don't know if they are accustomed to viewing movies in public like this, but most people don't fucking talk the whole goddamn time. And I'm not exaggerating. THE WHOLE TIME. In Chinese. And not whispered. TALKED. With hand gestures. Like one of them needed subtitles. Seriously?! This movie was that important to them? People who were in front of us and there before the Chinassholes moved because they were so annoying! We even sshhh-ed them FOUR FUCKING TIMES, really loudly, and they didn't even turn around. Wow. The arrogance. The stupidity. The rudeness! Fuck. Slightly less annoying, but annoying still, was the guy by himself at the very top left, who, spending most of the 2+ hours messing with his phone, tapped his foot on our row throughout 95% of the movie...making my seat rumble constantly. Oh my fucking God people. This is why we suck. People don't care about anybody except themselves and when they are somewhere doing something they apparently think they're entitled to pretend they're alone, or that everyone else needs to just deal with them. No. Fuck off. I fucking paid to see the movie, not to miss bits here and there because I'm trying to tell you to shut the fuck up and stop kicking my chair. Holy Hell, what is wrong with people?!?! And we wonder why little ole UJ wants to live in the movies...

Alright. I think I'm done. I couldn't really let loose with the f-word in the company in I was then. I had to get it out.

UJ x