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Sunday, November 17, 2002  

now song: "Picture" by Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow
just saw: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets -- IT ROCKED!
still wanna see:8-Mile, Punch Drunk Love, Igby Goes Down

harry potter and the chamber of mush
yea so i saw harry potter-- what a cool movie! my mom and i went to watch at this big theater where it was showing on like 4 screens. my brothers ditched us and my dad had to work so it was just us two. i have to admit, it was fun, just me and my mom... but it was also surprisingly depressing--at first... we went to a 10:30 showing... great because not so many screaming kids... not so great cuz it'd be done at 1:20 in the morning. anyways. because it was such a late showing there were lot of squishy mooshy couples around... one girl to the left of us is chattering to her boyfriend about her tattoo and to my right, i can see out of the corner of my eye another couple yapping away eatng their popcorn and sipping from their ONE large soda. and all the couples are hanging all over each other and snuggling under one jacket with the little armrest thingy moved up so they can sit closer because of the AC that is always on in there.... my mom and i are just sitting there. calmly chatting about what she thought of the first movie (i still haven't seen it) and eating our respective snacks. my mom leaves to go to the bathroom, so i close my eyes for just a second and i can hear the girl, still talking about the chinese characters on her back, and all of a sudden, a wave of disgust at all these couples washes over me and i can't help but wish them and their mushiness away. how is it that i am the only one here with their mother and why do all these people choose this movie to be at to exhibit their public displays of affection and why are there so many damn couples here and why can't that girl SHUT UP about her stupid tatoo and what happened to the seats that rock back and forth, why do they only have LOVE SEATS anymore and--

suddenly it hits me-- i'm not really mad or disgusted or anything... i miss all that stuff. i miss hanging on some guys arm. i miss sharing popcorn. i miss sipping soda from the same cup. i miss snuggling under one jacket with the little armrest thingy moved up so we can sit closer. i miss all that mushiness. and all that disgust i was feeling before is replaced with this overwhelming sadness...

fortunately before i'm able to wallow in my self pity any longer the lights dim and and previews start to show. my mom comes back just in time to see the worst of them-- Kangaroo Jack. GOOD GOSH. how do movies like this get made? worse yet... people laughed at the preview. at the stupid guys chasing the CG kangaroo wearing the red jacket. the CG kangaroo that talks. and is singing to "rapper's delight". oh goodness.

silly love songs
the next day i went to watch some friends dance at a dance showcase near school. YAY MOVEMENT! they were all so awesome... wish i could move like that... in anycase, that same damn feeling came over me... these two people were singing this duet... about being with someone... and just enjoying their company... not DOING anything... just being there... with each other. i guess i miss that too. but i'm not about to throw myself at some guy for the sake of being with someone. no sir. that's just not my style. but shoot. i could use a hug. every now and again. maybe.

posted by tha muce -|- 11/17/2002 01:37:00 AM -|- reassuring comments?!?! ---> so far!
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