Whores, Assholes, and Children

So, last night me and a few friends made out to dinner and a movie downtown. Dinner (Spaghetti Factory) was delicious as always (although having to pay $6 to park for an hour and a half chaps my ass every time). But then we get to the movie theatre... and thats where it all starts to go downhill.

First, I have a ticket to be refunded from seeing A Christmas Carol in 3D, the first time, when a fire alarm went off in the middle of the movie and we had to be evacuated (a water pipe had broke in the parking garage...). Obviously, I assumed I would be able to get back the full price of the ticked, which was inflated due to the 3D price. But no. They offered me one regular admittance ticket. Or she said I could get a ticket to the same movie... My question is... WHY IN THE HELL WOULD YOU OFFER ME A TICKET TO A FILM YOU ARE NOT EVEN PLAYING ANYMORE?! So, I took the $3 dollars that I would never get back up the ass like a man and walked away before I kicked the shit out of the lady monkey style.

And things only got worse in the movie of our choice for the evening (Youth in Revolt). I had to go it alone to find our seats as Sara and Carolanne both had to pee like Seabiscuit. All but two rows had people sitting dead center (and like to be dead center) so I chose the closest one to me, meaning I didn't have to climb many stairs. But once I had situated myself, I realized my fatal mistake... the row of teenage girls in front of me. And not just ANY teenage girls... dumb ones... There is nothing worse than a stupid slutty girl. Wanna know how I KNEW they were stupid and slutty? I quote "Tell him we're making out! That will make him mad!.... Oh wait... he will probably like that. HAHAHAHAHAHAH. Do it anyway!" WTF?! I kill you.

Next, Sara starts to bitch because she can't put her feet up on the chair because of the stupid slutty girls below. So we decide to move over to the endish of the row so that we can. Our feet are up there, right? There is quite a bit of seating left. Some people come in and decide, "Hey, lets sit there!" And proceed to move toward our feet chairs. They sit down. I can tell Sara is pissed beyond words. She doesn't take her feet off until the girl is sitting down completely in the seat. Needless to say, we moved up a row and turned our butt seats into our new feet seats.

Finally. This is a R rated movie. So I was shocked when a bunch of fat 6th graders waddled into the theatre. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! 6th graders?! When I was in 6th grade, I was lucky to be watching PG-13 movies, okay? My parents would have NEVER let me see one in theaters. Sure, there were a few that if they watched them and thought they were okay, I could watch them. But NEVER before they had seen them first. What is wrong with you people?! I'm sorry, but some of the stuff that happened in that movie was shocking for ME! And I have seen a lot of shit! There is no way that those kids should have been able to see that movie. They are too young. They probably think they are sex gods now, too. But they aren't. They are still just fat 6th graders with low self esteem and metabolism.

Anyway! Thats my rant for the day. Hope you enjoyed it. Come again soon!

Love makes me vomit (as does Justin Bieber)

It's everywhere. I literally can't get away from it. It's intoxicating... and not in the good way. Love.

To all you people kissing and groping in public. Knock it the FUCK OFF! IF I WANTED TO WATCH A PORNO I WOULD GO GET ONE! I know that you love each other and you just want everyone to know about it! But you know what else would show that affection to the world? Holding hands. And guess what, there is no tongue involved. Its good for passers by as well as your immune system. And holding hands means ONLY hands. No breasts, crotches, or assholes. We get it. If we wanted to know about your love life we would ask to watch.

To the girl in my English Lit class who gave the kid next to me the stink eye for happening to glance at your breasts. MAYBE DON'T PUT THEM ON DISPLAY THEN YOU LITTLE WHORE!  Why do you dress like that?! DO YOU WANT TO GET RAPED?! FOR THE SOUL PURPOSE OF BEING ABLE TO BITCH ABOUT IT?! GAH!

And to you... Justin Bieber... you prepubescent fuck. You do NOT know what love is. You probably can't even get an erection. So STOP SINGING ABOUT IT! You are not a love expert. You are a 12 year old. Focus on your times tables first big guy. You got a ways to go.

I'm just sick of it. Stop shoving it in my face. We get it. Be happy. Tell people you are happy. Then everyone is happy. I don't have to see you have sex in public. I'll believe you if you just say it.

School today and new job!

So, its almost 1 in the morning and I have my first day of classes tomorrow... er, today. And as I sit here watching a re-run of Keeping up with the Kardashian's I can't help but feel overwhelmed for the day that lies ahead of me. After my classes end at 3:30 I have to get ready for my first day at work at 5 at Rosas Pizza in Cheney. I am really excited to have a job, but the first day at a new place is always scary. And I know it will take me a few days to really get to know everyone and get into the groove, but it still causes me to worry. I have to call before class to find out what I need to wear. I need to get a parking permit sometime tomorrow so I don't have to find a parking spot 100 miles away. And I don't know what my work schedule is going to be yet. But I know they close at 1 and 2 in the morning.... so this could cause a problem with my work study job. If I can get enough hours, I won't need that job anymore. But I really am worried about letting my boss Kerri down. So stressed. And not tired at all.

Until next time... beh.